On the evening of the third day, when the teary-eyed guard brought food again, Gu Yun finally tilted his head to avoid it.

The private guard was about to cry; he looked at Shen Yi at a loss.

Gu Yun raised his neck a little, smiled at the young guard, and shook his head — your noodle soup is very delicious, but vomiting repeatedly, my throat is too sore, I cannot swallow it anymore.

"It's alright. You go out first." Shen Yi took over the soup bowl, covered it, put it on the small stove on one side. He waved his hand to the guard, then took out the liuli glass from his bosom and placed it on the bridge of Gu Yun's nose.

With the cold metal frame's irritation, Gu Yun woke up a little bit. After a while, he gathered enough strength to make gestures at him: What's the matter?

Shen Yi stood at the spot for a moment with a complicated look and finally appeared as if he had made up his mind about something very grand. He brought out a letter in his arms: "A reply from the capital, you..."

They half coaxed and half lied to Chang Geng, sneaking away from the Marquis's Manor. On the way, Gu Yun pulled his hairs out but could not think of a way to coax the boy. He simply forced Shen Yi to write for him, then he would make a copy and send it back.

Chang Geng had replied.

The child of the former Emperor Yuan He and the Barbarian woman.

The reason why Chang Geng lived in exile and grew up in Yanhui Town was that his mother had become a scapegoat for his father's attack on the Black Iron Camp.

Through the liuli glass, Gu Yun and Shen Yi stared at each other expressionlessly. After a moment, he spoke: "...Get out. "

Shen Yi lifted a corner of his lip, put the letter tube on the head of his bed, then took his leave, but after a few steps, he couldn't help turning back: "Zi Xi, you..."

A sound answered him — Gu Yun swiped the letter tube to the ground.

Shen Yi suspected that he had made a stupid move, he intended to go to Doctor Chen to see if he had another way. The Marshal's tent was dead silent that not even a gust of wind could enter.

Gu Yun leaned on the head of the bed, his body almost hollowed out by the serious illness. He seemed to have suddenly fallen off a cliff. He had been on the other side of the abyss for the past twenty years, he felt as if he had already passed. Who would have thought that looking back now, it was still far out of reach.