The personal soldiers were so scared that they were stunned and dumbfounded on the spot. Chang Geng pushed them away. All the hairs on Chang Geng's body exploded, and his hands and feet were colder than the cold weather in Jiangbei.

At first, Gu Yun only had a chest pain, but he felt a little more comfortable when he vomited the blood. He just couldn't stop coughing. The front was covered with blood. He couldn't see clearly what was around him, so he waved his hand randomly: "Don't say... cough, no... cough cough..."

Chang Geng pressed his mind on the verge of collapse and was about to pick him up when he suddenly heard Gu Yun call him vaguely: "...Chang Geng..."

He took a deep breath, turned his ear and listened: "Hmm?"

Gu Yun's nose smelled bloody, and this time he didn't even feel smelled, and only his brain was left with his strength and said intermittently: "Chang Geng... King Yan was about to come here in the past few days. This matter is not allowed to be spread, especially... let him know..."

Chang Geng's heart was about to crack, and he shouted at the personal soldiers beside him with red eyes: "Call the military doctor here."

The personal soldiers ran away.

Yao Zhen was really exhausted and wanted to cry without tears. He suspected that the feng shui of Jiangbei Daying was not good. He just fell down one after another, and was still an ancestor who could not make any trouble. He couldn't help but say to Master Leran who followed Chang Geng, "Are you here to do rituals for Mr. Zhong? There is no hurry to rituals, otherwise you should chant scriptures and drive away evil spirits first?"

Master Leran looked at him helplessly and gestured, "The mute can't recite scriptures."

Chang Geng thought that he could be half a doctor after learning medical skills with Miss Chen for a while, but at the critical moment, he found that there was a patient who was really helpless. When he saw the man's blood, his mind was blank. The medical books he memorized seemed to be returned to Miss Chen, let alone treatment.

The best military doctors in Jiangbei Camp all gathered in the tent that had just been packed and had not had time to live in. Everyone who came in was very nervous. Chang Geng grabbed Gu Yun tightly, and did not bother him to get in the way. He just sat aside quietly, which made the military doctors tremble.

Leran stood outside the door with some worries and looked at King Yan. He had heard about how Changgeng was tied into a hedgehog when the capital was in danger. At this time, he was really afraid that he would attack in Jiangbei Camp - there were not even people who could suppress him.

However, to his surprise, Chang Geng was very quiet from beginning to end, without any intention of being crazy. Gu Yun's confused sentence "I can't let him know" was like a stabilizing needle, firmly nailing his soul into his body.

Chang Geng suddenly felt that he had taken too much from Gu Yun, and he became more and more greedy inadvertently, and he never gave him a day of peace of mind. How did the new and old injuries on his body come from? He was all hidden. Chang Geng could almost imagine how many times Gu Yun had suffered injuries in places he could not see, and he had to explain the blockade to the people next to him and not let him know.

"Your Highness," a military doctor stepped forward carefully, "The general's current time is half the cause of overwork, and... uh... the wounds he had accumulated on the front line in the past or two years, and the blood stasis of this mouth has not come out. Although this time it looks dangerous, it may not be all bad things."

After hearing this, Chang Geng silently reached out and pressed Gu Yun's disordered pulse, barely calmed down his mind, and groped for a while, but still couldn't find anything. He had to trust these military doctors to diagnose. After saying "Yes", he asked, "How to use medicine, do you have any conclusions?"

The military doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Uh... in this case, it is best not to use too much medicine, mainly to nourish the mind."

After he finished speaking, he knew that he had said nonsense. He looked carefully at Chang Geng's hand holding Gu Yun's veins, for fear that King Yan would cause him to attack, but he waited tremblingly for a long time, but Chang Geng didn't say anything, just sat beside him for a while.

Then he bowed politely, "Thank you, please do your best."

Several military doctors were flattered, and came out one after another, and went out to do their best. Then Monk Leran quietly entered the door and stood in front of Changgeng for a while with a frown. He couldn't find anything to do, so he had to stretch out his hand and brush away Gu Yun's slightly frowning brow, and silently recited the Buddha's name.

Chang Geng sighed: "Don't let it go, Master, he has a grudge with the Buddha. Are you chanting scriptures in front of him? Are you planning to wake him up? Is Muniao by his side? Write a letter to Chen Qingxu."

Leran looked up at him.

Chang Geng said expressionlessly: "Ask her how much trouble Gu Zixi has hidden me."

Leran gestured, "Is the prince okay?"

Chang Geng's shoulders moved slightly, and in an instant, Monk Leran felt that he had almost collapsed, but Chang Geng did not collapse. He looked down at Gu Yun for a while and did something that almost scared Master Leran to cry. While he held Gu Yun's hand relentlessly, he slowly bent down in front of Leran and kissed Gu Yun's eyebrows. He kissed him seriously and piously, almost solemn and dignified.

Leran gasped in a daze.

Chang Geng didn't leave Gu Yun, and he didn't know who he said to someone: "It's okay, don't worry."

Master Leran was frightened and recited "Empty/is/color, color/is is emptiness", and fled with small steps, leaving only Chang Geng silently guarding Gu Yun.

In the second half of the night, Gu Yun turned from coma to coma, as if he was trapped in some nightmare, and occasionally moved uneasyly. Chang Geng remembered that when Gu Yun had a high fever that year, he couldn't lie down, but it seemed that if he felt that someone was with him, he would be a little more stable, so he leaned against the bed and hugged him.

The faint fire in General Zhong’s mourning hall was lit. I wonder what he would say to Gu Yun if he knew about it under the spring and returned to dream.

Chang Geng tightened his hands and hugged Gu Yun in a posture similar to protection. For the first time, he did not rely on his adopted father or desire for his lover. Instead, he was holding a young and fragile child with care.

During those days when he was unable to get it, Chang Geng once fantasized countless times that if he had been born ten or twenty years earlier, what would happen between him and Gu Yun?

Now, on the wet and cold front line of Jiangbei, the of unattainable time have shrunk into an inch, and he has taken it one step forward.

Unfortunately, he did not delay the Westerners' small movements for this night.

That night, the Holy Envoy completed an internal struggle with the Pope, ending with the Holy Envoy's short victory, and reached a consensus on a sneak attack on the Daliang naval army.

The plan was originally scheduled to be on this gloomy night, but before the action was taken, news suddenly came from the watchtower that Daliang's Jiangbei defense line was tightened and the alert level was adjusted to the most serious and critical situation.

Mr. Ya rushed into the main ship that was already full of power and ready to go: "Your Majesty! Gu Yun came too quickly. The Daliang Navy was obviously not a child army that was still sipping. The other party has raised its defense level. It is not in line with the economy when we fight head-on.

Before he could finish his words, the envoy had already strode in with an ugly face: "No one is allowed to change my plan!"

The Holy Envoy represented the king and dealt with the great nobles in front of the Holy See and the army. He must have a very deep background. He was a trusted and talented young master. He was arrogant and arrogant. He only praised Haikou in the first few days. He did not take the Daliang Navy and the commander of the Xuantie Camp seriously at all. Unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face when he was released.

If nothing else is left, the sacred envoy's self-esteem cannot accept it.

The Pope was also anxious: "Please calm down your personal emotions. War is not a fight or a joke!"

The Holy Envoy blushed and argued roughly: "No one is joking about war, Your Majesty! If the enemy is just a bluff, what does that mean? This is exactly the best time for us to attack!"

Mr. Ya immediately asked back: "What if it wasn't a bluff?"

"There is no possibility," the Holy Envoy gave him a gloomy look. "These fragile naval forces have no combat power at all. You are just worried about taking risks-"

Mr. Ya: "This is an illogical quibble!"

"Note your wording, sir," said the Holy Envoy coldly, and then his eyes turned and he took out a roll of parchment from his arms. "I am not here to discuss it. Gentlemen, I have signed the highest order for the Holy Land half an hour ago. This is a backup, please see clearly."

Mr. Ya's face turned red and his neck was thick. Before he could protest, the main ship "Sea Monster" suddenly let out a long sigh and started to move without hesitation!

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Ya shouted in disbelief, instinctively pulling out the sword from his waist, "Stop!"

The envoy was not outdone, and immediately carried out his magnificent knight's heavy sword: "It is our glory to fight for the king and die until death. We came to the front line, not to huddle in the harbor and kneel down and pray!"

Mr. Ya: "What did you say..."

Pope: "Enough!"

The envoy sneered sneeringly: "What, what else do you have to do with your Majesty?"

The pope's cheeks twitched for a moment, and finally compromised with no choice on the main ship that had left the port: "If you have to follow your ridiculous plan, at least my people will be commanded on the battlefield."

The envoy wished to agree—if the action failed, the Pope would be a ready-made scapegoat. He sneered at Mr. Ya with pride, withdrew the sword in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Go forward at full speed!"

That night, the Western "Sea Dragon Ship" that was disguised in the disguise slowly spread across the long front of the two rivers, quietly bypassing the Jiangbei camp, ready to land in the glory of God.

In the northern border thousands of miles away, the Eighteen Tribes also sent a second group of envoys to contact Daliang.

Cao Chunhua personally rushed to the northern border. He and Chen Qingxu had both gone deep into the northern barbaric land. They were very familiar with the Tianlang tribe. They escorted the delicate situation in the northern border at this time, and accompanied Shen Yi to meet the Northern Barbarians outside the Xuantie Camp defense line.

Through a thousand miles of eyes, you can see that this time the Northern Barbarian envoy was still not empty-handed. A convoy was pulled behind him. Judging from the appearance of the convoy and the depth of the ruts, it seemed that he was specially here to transport purple gold.

A young man of twenty-five or sixty was surrounded by messengers. At first glance, he looked like the leader of this group of people. However, after closer inspection, he saw that the young man was pale and obviously frightened and was caught in the middle by several horses, as if he was being held hostage by his left and right.

Chen Yi did not dare to talk to Chen Qingxu on his own, so he had to whisper to Cao Chunhua, "Who is that man?"

Cao Chunhua glanced through the thousand-mile eyes and replied: "The Second Prince of Calais."

"What?" Chen Yi frowned, "Are you sure, you read it right?"

Cao Chunhua threw a charming look at him, pinched the orchid and pointed at Chen Yi's chest: "Oh General Chen, Mr. Chen, I only remember two things well in my life, one is a human face and the other is a human voice. Just believe me."

When he was a child, Chen Yi took him to study. At that time, he felt that this person was a very normal little girl. Unexpectedly, as he "recovered" his manly body, he turned into this virtue. As an older pedantic unmarried man, Chen Yi really couldn't stand the tough teasing of Miss Cao. He immediately got goose bumps and subconsciously misled Chen Qingxu's direction, avoiding the finger that took advantage of him.

"Little Cao." Miss Chen lifted her eyelids and opened her mouth coldly to warn Cao Chunhua.

The people in Linyuan Pavilion offended no one and dared to offend Dr. Chen. Cao Chunhua immediately shut up and sat upright on the horse's back. Five and six people analyzed to Chen Yi: "General, I think the Eighteen Tribes are coming this time. It is too shameless to hand over the 'Wolf King'. They may be trying to push the puppet that the Barbarians made in the capital to the second prince, the puppet, to calm down."

Chen Yi's fingers gently tapped on the bridle Sang: "Wait a minute, don't be too happy too early. I always think it's too easy for the barbarians to admit defeat."

He had had a lot of dealings with the Northern Barbarians of the Western Regions and knew what the people from the Eighteen Tribes were.

Most of these guys who herded cattle did not see the coffin and shed tears. At this time, the Xuantie Camp only promoted a little deterrence. It had not yet reached the Northern Barbarian position, and had not taken action yet. Chen Yi always felt that the Eighteen Tribes should resist for a while.

Cao Chunhua looked at the suspected large number of Zi Liujin, licked her lips and asked, "What should I do? Should I put the person in or not?"

Chen Yi said cautiously: "All archers aim at the White Rainbow arrows, and this barbarian is strictly forbidden to approach. Summon the gold tester to come and open it one by one to check."

Cao Chunhua's expression frightened, and she turned around and met Chen Yi's gaze. The two of them remembered the giant kite that had ill-intentioned in Yan Hui Town back to the town.

If it is someone else, at least the tiger will not eat the baby, but Calais cannot use the principle of mortals to infer that he can really do something to deceive the enemy's door with his own son's life.

With Chen Yi's order, the Xuantie Camp immediately became tense, and the murderous intent of the entire northern land skyrocketed, surrounding the Northern Barbarian envoys.

The second prince was trembling on the horse's back and almost fell off. Then, a team of well-trained gold testers ran out and unboxed one by one in front of the Northern Barbarian envoys.

Several large carts of purple gold that make people's eyes turn blue were exposed to Shen Yi and others.

The gold tester dared not be careless, so he checked the purity of each car of purple gold one by one, and then extended the characteristic pole into the sealed carriage to check the capacity of purple gold gold.

Several long poles covered with purple gold were presented to Chen Yi, and the scales on it were almost full. The gold tester quickly reported: "General, the purity is fine, and it has reached the annual tribute level."

Chen Yi said "hum" and still did not put down his doubts. He looked up at the second prince. There was a embarrassed purple mark on the second prince's forehead, like a whip, his face was covered with snot and tears. He opened his mouth to make a howling move, but he couldn't make a sound.

Chen Qingxu whispered: "General Chen, look at a purple mark on his forehead. I have heard of it in the Eighteen Tribes. It was a kind of voodoo for silence. His body is stiff and it is equivalent to being fixed on the horse. He can't even cough out. In a few moments, when the purple mark becomes deeper and blacker, he will fall to the ground and die. Even if it is an autopsy, it can only be found that he died of excessive fright, his gallbladder and palpitations."

Chen Yi didn't care about blushing and shyness, and hurriedly ordered: "Wait, let them stop!"

The Xuanying in the sky shouted sharply: "Stop!"

The second prince of the barbarian race suddenly stopped, and he pounced forward as if the center of gravity was unstable. The hard horse boots hit the corner of the oil cart next to him, and a "clang" echoed with a rather lingering echo.

There is a corner on the oil truck that is empty!

Chen Yi's pupils suddenly shrank: "Go back!"

He finished speaking, a barbarian in the envoy rushed to a gas cart, and was shot to death by Xuanying's eyes with a quick arrow. The entire Xuan Iron Camp retreated silently and extremely fast. Chen Yi pulled Chen Qingxu's bridle and hit her horse behind the formation.

In the midst of lightning, a cluster of sparks spewed out into the sky.

It turned out that there was a thin Tianlang boy hiding under the oil truck. He waved a fire break in his hand and lit a lead hidden under the oil truck. He smiled gloomyly in the direction of the sky.

The next moment, the first purple gold oil car exploded, and the young man was wiped out in ashes.
Chapter completed!