It was past the third watch, and Gu Yun was exhausted. He wanted to go back to rest, but was affected by Shen Yi's words and unknowingly turned to the backyard.

At this time, there were not many lights on in the entire capital, and Chang Geng had already gone to bed. Gu Yun entered his room quietly without disturbing the old servant outside, and was about to stretch out his hand to pull the quilt for Chang Geng by the snowy light outside the window. Suddenly, he found that the child was not sleeping peacefully, as if he was having a nightmare.

"Aren't you used to living in the Hou Mansion?" Gu Yun thought, and clasped his cold fingers on Chang Geng's wrist.

Chang Geng was shaken violently, gasped and woke up, his eyes still filled with confusion, staring blankly at the person beside the bed.

Gu Yun gently shook his wrist and softened his voice: "Are you having a nightmare? What did you dream about?"

Chang Geng was silent at first, but after a while, his scattered eyes gradually became focused. His eyes staring at Gu Yun seemed to be burning with two fires in the middle of the night, and he suddenly put his arms around Gu Yun's waist.

Gu Yun's armor plate of black iron was hung on his shoulder, bringing with him the coolness of early winter. The cold iron was pressed tightly against Chang Geng's forehead. In a daze, Chang Geng seemed to have returned to that freezing snowy night outside the customs. He hit him hard. I shivered, and now I was freed from the entangled nightmare, thinking to myself: "I'm still alive."

The gears of the clock in the room were turning "rustling", and the brazier had been raised, lying in the middle of the room like a big pot. Thin white gas came out from below, and was soon swept away by the special bellows. Steam rises from the ground, circulating the heat throughout the house.

Gu Yun was suddenly hugged by him. He was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was the first time that someone relied on him with all his strength, and he almost felt a little dependent on each other.

His usual frivolous attitude of "I am invincible in the world" is of course just an act. He weighs his own weight very clearly. If Marquis Anding is really so overestimating his abilities, the grass on his grave will probably be covered by the grass on his grave no matter how many times he comes to the battlefield. One person is taller.

But at this moment, Gu Yun really had the illusion that he could do anything.

Chang Geng's frame has grown, but it is still as thin as a child. If you put your hands together, you can vaguely feel the bones under his ribs through the thin inner clothes.

The thin body of flesh and bones weighed heavily on him, and Gu Yun thought to himself that he had to take care of this child as he grew up, just like the late emperor expected, to make him calm and stable and live a long life.

He was finally able to make up for his inability to deal with Ayan.

Gu Yun took off the armor from his shoulders, hung it on the side, got on Chang Geng's bed with his clothes on, and asked, "Do you miss your mother? I mean your aunt."

Chang Geng shook his head.

Gu Yun Changgeng couldn't hold back any deep affection for the late emperor. He probably wanted to give himself face, so he called the late emperor father and asked, "Then do you miss Brother Xu?"

This time Chang Geng did not deny it.

Xu Baihu was the first good person he had seen in many years. Although he had no ability, he was kind and gentle. His stepfather set an example and for the first time let Chang Geng know that a person could live such a peaceful life.

It was just that Xu Baihu was busy with military affairs and was always away from home, so Gu Yun took advantage of the opportunity to fill in the vacancy.

Seeing his acquiescence, Gu Yun looked up at the blurry top of the bed tent, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, and blurted out: "Brother Xu treats you better than me?"

Chang Geng looked at him in surprise, wondering how he could ask such an obvious thing.

This time, Gu Yun miraculously understood the look in his eyes, and suddenly felt a small cool breeze blowing through his heart. He said dryly: "There is nothing you can do about it, the emperor's order cannot be violated, you can only make do with it.

"

Chang Geng: "..."

Gu Yun laughed, Chang Geng felt a slight vibration in his chest, and suddenly felt something strange in his heart. The left half of his body felt a little uncomfortable at such an intimate distance, and wanted to stay away, but the right half of his body wished he could turn into a piece of paper and fit tightly together.

Paste it on the ground.

Uncertain thoughts seemed to split him in two.

And just when there was a war between heaven and man in his heart, Gu Yun's problem with missing his hands happened again.

Chang Geng's hair was scattered behind his back, and unfortunately it fell into his hands. He began to unconsciously twist Chang Geng's hair back and forth, not using much force, but gently pulling on his scalp.

Chang Geng was excited and had goosebumps all over his body. The blood all over his body changed from walking to running. It was as if he could hear the rustling sound of them brushing against the blood vessels. A heat of unknown origin spread into his limbs and bones, almost burning through him.

of skin.

Chang Geng suddenly stood up, took back his hair, and instinctively said in embarrassment: "Don't do it!"

Gu Yun was prone to many illnesses when he was a child, and he grew up late. He was still a child when he was twelve or thirteen years old, so he didn't treat Chang Geng as an adult and didn't notice anything wrong at all.

He retracted his offending paws nonchalantly, put his hands behind his head, and said to Chang Geng: "I'm not married, and of course I don't have any children, not even brothers and sisters. I can't help but take care of myself. If you don't tell me many things,

, I don’t necessarily think of it, so if you have any grievances, don’t hide them in your heart, okay?”

His voice was deep and pleasant, probably because he was too tired, and had a little ambiguity that was hard to detect. It penetrated into Chang Geng's ears, causing the hairs on the young man's back to stand on end, and a thin layer of sweat broke out.

Chang Geng was nervous and wondered: "It's just a casual chat, why should I feel like I'm facing a powerful enemy?"

"Your Highness, please be patient," Gu Yun said with a smile, patting his side, "Come, lie down and tell me what you just dreamed about."

Mentioning the dream, the nameless wildfire in Chang Geng's body calmed down. He stared at Gu Yun for a while, forcing himself to hold back the desire to reveal Ur's bones, and first tried to say: "Sixteen, there are capable people in the world.

Poison that causes madness?"

Gu Yun rolled his eyelids dissatisfied: "Who did you call Sixteen?"

He scolded him, but he didn't care too much in his heart. Gu Yun paused and said, "It must be true. The world is so big and full of wonders, especially those foreign countries. There are many herbs that are not found in the Central Plains. In addition, they have been passed down from generation to generation.

There are many gods of this and that, and there are many tricks that we don’t understand.”

Chang Geng's heart sank, and he firmly grasped the useless knife hanging on his chest.

Gu Yun asked strangely: "Why do you think of talking about this?"

Chang Geng's fingertips were cold, and the conflict between heaven and man in his heart suddenly came to light. He said in a muffled voice: "No, I dreamed that one day I would become a madman and kill many people."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Gu Yun to comment, Chang Geng added: "Dreams are all reversed, I know."

He finally made up his mind to hide Wuergu tightly. With a youthful spirit, Chang Geng refused to admit that he might lose. He wanted to fight Wuergu to the end and remain pure until death.

However, even though he had so much courage in his chest, he still did not dare to ask what Gu Yun would think if he knew about this matter.

Chang Geng thought that even if he was a deadbeat and had sores on his feet, his foster father would not necessarily dislike him, but what if he knew that he would eventually become a hysterical lunatic?

He instinctively avoided talking and didn't want to go into details. He just asked: "Have you also been haunted by nightmares?"

Gu Yun blurted out and boasted: "How is it possible?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yun remembered that Shen Yi asked him to "be honest with Chang Geng" and felt that he had blown it too much. He coughed quickly and went back to add: "No...what, sometimes I sleep If your posture is wrong, you will also have random dreams."

Chang Geng: "What do you dream about?"

Gu Yun didn't like to talk about his feelings, because it felt awkward to say it, like stripping off his clothes and running around the streets in front of people, so he prevaricates: "It's so messed up that you won't even remember it when you open your eyes - just go to sleep." If you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

Chang Geng lost his voice.

But after a while, Gu Yun turned his head and glanced at him, only to see Chang Geng's eyes open and staring at him. Finally, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Okay," Gu Yun sighed, racked his brains to think about it, and said in a tone of coaxing a child to sleep, "When I was a child, I once dreamed that I was locked up in a place where I couldn't see my fingers, and there was no movement around. No, but I just knew that there were a lot of man-eating beasts there, so I kept running - maybe it was because my legs were not stretched out that day. They say that people who do not stretch their legs cannot run fast in dreams. I ran to the end and felt that my legs and feet were It's made of cotton, and the faster you rush, the harder it is to run."

Chang Geng asked: "Then what?"

Then of course I woke up with a fright, what else could I do?

But Gu Yun refused to admit that he had been frightened, so he said in a lively manner: "Then I ran impatiently, pulled out a machete with a gold wire backing from somewhere, and stabbed him with a knife. The beast that chased me was dead, and I woke up satisfied."

Chang Geng: "..."

He really wanted to hear a few serious words from Gu's mouth. He thought too much.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yun asked seriously again: "Do you know what to do when you have a nightmare?"

Chang Geng hesitated for a moment and believed him again. He shook his head seriously and waited to listen to his wise words.

Gu Yun said seriously: "The reason why you have nightmares is because there are little ghosts wandering around the house at night playing tricks on you. Little ghosts are afraid of filth. From now on, remember to put a chamber pot at the door, and you will be able to drive them away."

Chang Geng: "..."

Chang Geng was particularly prone to taking other people's lies seriously. Gu Yun soon discovered the joy of teasing him, and was full of laughter most of the night.

Chang Geng once naively thought that his foster father was here to visit him, but now he realized that this guy was just here to entertain him!

He turned over angrily and faced Gu Yun with his back, with the word "Get Out" written in big letters on his back.

Gu Yun did not roll away, he kept watching Chang Geng's breathing gradually stabilized, then gently pulled the quilt for him, stood up and left.

Before leaving, Gu Yun wanted to take away the shoulder armor he had just taken off, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he remembered that someone had said before that children are easily awakened in the middle of the night because their yang energy is too weak and they have been exposed to unclean things. It will be better if the iron is pressed against the head of the bed.

Gu Yun had never believed these nonsense in the folk market before. Now he suddenly felt that there might be some truth to them. Otherwise, why would they have been circulated for so many years?

So he left the iron shoulder armor behind and left Chang Geng's bedroom wearing single clothes.

Gu Dashuai may indeed be a good at warding off evil spirits. Chang Geng's second sleep was actually free of those lingering demons and monsters, and he slept until dawn.

Unfortunately, when Chang Geng woke up, his face looked even uglier than if he hadn't slept all night.

He sat on the bed with a livid face for a moment, lifted the brocade quilt and took a look. He couldn't help but let out a long, sobbing sigh, rolled himself into a ball, lowered his head and hugged his head.

This is the second time.

Chang Geng could no longer deceive himself, because this time his dream was truly real and straightforward... He had truly and frankly blasphemed his foster father in his dream.

He buried his face in the quilt and yelled vaguely. He was so disgusted by himself that he wished he could knock himself to the bedside and die.

This time, not even the auspicious cloud-shaped waste blade could calm him down.

Just when the young man was in a state of confusion, his door suddenly rang.

Chang Geng's painful and depressed soul was frightened to death. His first reaction was to roll up the sheets in a panic, gritted his teeth, forced himself to calm down, and opened the door with weak legs and feet.
Chapter completed!