Gu Yun failed to return to his senses even when the surrounding officers thanked their sovereign for his grace and rose once again to their feet.

A fearsome notion flashed through Chang Geng’s head. Could it be that Gu Yun wasn’t pretending? Could he really not hear them speak and only deduced what they said from Liao Ran’s signed response? The idea was preposterous.

Chang Geng’s gaze attached itself to Gu Yun and refused to tear itself away. Gu Yun met his eyes. “What are you looking at?” Chang Geng reached out to tug at his clothes.

“The little marquis’s throat was caught in the whip, but he still shouted back, ‘I can’t see!’” Listening to her speak, Chang Geng felt he had been transported back in time to hear those words with his own ears. His hand spasmed around the feather duster.

With the miraculous bird in hand, what was the Marquis of Anding? Shen Yi paid him no mind. He stroked the wooden bird’s back with a drunken look of bliss on his face, then carefully felt for the catch on its belly. “All right, I’m opening it.” “Wait, you have to shake—”

Even if an army rascal like Gu Yun was willing to be so shameless as to ignore their former relationship as father and son, how would the court and the jianghu look upon this Prince Yan who submitted himself to another man? He couldn't do it.

Suddenly Gu Yun felt a bit awkward. The Marquis Estate, which had been cold and empty for so many years, now felt so lively he almost didn’t recognize the place. “Yifu, eat your noodles, then come inside,” said Chang Geng.

“Yifu,” Chang Geng whispered, “if I’m not servicing you well, I can put more effort into my studies.” “…Son, you needn’t go to such lengths.”

Итак, вчера под прицелами Интеграла ♥️ и Ази ♥️ я изображала Гу Юня-садовода)) бэки от Субастика ♥️ #guyun #shapolang

When a person’s attitude toward someone began to change, they began to see the other in a different light as well. Gu Yun had to admit that for a split second, he felt a brief and indescribable flash of attraction.

Shen Yi was an easygoing man. Aside from his half-hearted barking at Gu Yun during their squabbles, it was rare for him to truly lose his temper. But now, as he sat still as stone beside Gu Yun’s bed, his hand holding the wooden bird shook.

Gu Yun was acutely aware that there would come a day when the conflict between the Black Iron Tiger Tally and the jade seal of the Son of Heaven would indeed become irreconcilable.

Gu Yun had been lost in thought, and his lapse in attention had allowed the wine warming on the stove to bubble and boil. The scent of alcohol wafted through the room. Searching for something to say, Gu Yun picked up the pot of wine. “Drink?” Chang Geng pulled out a flask of plain water in answer.

Гу Юнь наконец смог вырастить свой сад 🥺 #shapolang #guyun #убитьволка

My #ShaPoLang Collection 😍😍😍

“Sir, if you expressed your stance, even if it was just tacit approval…” Gu Yun shot him a glance, his eyes like a pair of windslashers suffused with murderous intent. Shen Yi’s heart stuttered in his chest, and his voice abruptly failed him.

“Miss Chen?” he asked, mystified. “We’re not very close—she isn’t exactly the talkative sort. Why?” Shen Yi was indignant. “She served as a medic in a hellish place like the northwest for you for so long without a word of complaint, and all you have to say about her is that you’re not very close?”

Гу юнь теперь с зелёненьким бамбуком 💚 Чан Гэн и Шэнь И без изменений 💛🖤 #shapolang #guyun #changgeng #shenyi

Honest-to-goodness, this was the first time in his life Marshal Gu had been so terrified he wanted to outright flee from a confrontation—it was indeed a pity that the world had no “goodness” in store for Gu Yun.

"If Jialai Yinghuo knew the little highness left Huge'er's sight, do you think he would...." “Aiyo.” Gleefully speculating about the drama, Gu Yun sighed. "He must be green as a jade tsunami with envy." "Sir!" Shen Yi yelled," Have a whit of decency!"

최고의 짭근커플 컴백예고 기념으로 가끔 낙서한 것들 발굴해 옴. 사진 참고해서 그림 근데 진짜 재계약 하면서 새 외전도 가져와줬음 좋겠다... 프따의 다른 작품도 가져와줬음 좋겠다

Chang Geng pressed his fingers to Gu Yun's wrist and took his pulse. Those hands which had been icy cold some minutes ago were now frightfully hot, as if they had been freshly fished from a brazier. "Yifu, when did you get a fever?" Gu Yun let out a quiet groan.

The mere sight of Gu Yun had Magistrate Guo trembling with the fear of being implicated himself. When it became clear that he was instead being tasked with looking after the young prince, he realized he’d narrowly dodged disaster.

Chang Geng met Gu Yun’s eyes, half-obscured by his glass monocle. He was exhausted, but his blood was still racing, his body burning so hot his throat felt dry and cracked. For a fleeting instant, he wanted to pull Gu Yun tight against him right there in the open—

Collectible poca cards for Priest Cafe 2026 (Singapore) this June 13th! Featuring Butler Gu Yun and Maid Chang Geng in an outfit swap ✨️ #pipicafe26 #杀破狼

#杀破狼 #shapolang

Мой Чан Гэн 🥺 @deimos-coser.bsky.social #shapolang #guyun #changgeng

Shen Yi was appalled. Now he understood why Gu Yun had been so evasive on the way here. Caught between incredulity and helplessness, all he managed was a long, stuttering string of “you-you-you.” Gu Yun offered no further explanation.

Over the years, Gu Yun had always treated the former members of the Black Iron Battalion with kindness and generosity. He had even supported Tan Hongfei’s promotion to commander of the Northern Camp.

Shen Yi had started over when Gu Yun batted the apprentice's hand away, then leaned over the edge of the bed and puked up a mouthful of blood. "Zixi!" Shen Yi yelped in fear.

And so, while Gu Yun was young, the Yuanhe Emperor seized his chance and spent ten years chipping away at the power held by the subordinates of the former Marquis of Anding. Beset by such a devious means of attack, the Black Iron Battalion nearly splintered to pieces.

The Marquis of Anding tended to countless important matters every day. Surely he wasn’t in the habit of writing long letters to himself. No matter how the guard looked at it, wrapping something like this in a person’s clothing was an intensely intimate act. Who would help Gu Yun pack his clothes?

Gu Yun had issues with both his lumbar and cervical vertebrae. Chang Geng didn’t have to conduct a careful examination—after Gu Yun removed his armor and clothes, he could tell by touch alone. He dispelled his fanciful thoughts and frowned.

Upon seeing the children, Li Feng couldn’t resist asserting some fatherly authority. He found a flimsy excuse to scold the crown prince, then quizzed him on his studies with a severe expression.

Маршал на любой вкус 🤭 #shapolang #guyun

The arrow had embedded itself perfectly at the intersection of their heel ropes. The nock of the arrow was still trembling with the force of its impact, buzzing like a hornet’s nest. “How impertinent.” Chang Geng muttered under his breath.

Gu Yun deliberately slowed his breath, but at the end of each exhale, his body was overtaken by tremors. When he had been standing straight as a rod, no one could tell, but in Chang Geng’s arms, it was as if the overwhelming pain was about to explode from his body.

Мое фото со звериного коллаба Гу Юнь-орел Фото - Субастик 🖤 Ретушь - SMOKE 🖤 #shapolang #shapolangAU #guyun

Yifu #GuYun for @lavenderandrue.bsky.social who commissioned a debauched old man... He has such a pretty face for that Vgen | Patreon ▫️ #chenggu #shapolang #spl

Chang Geng had always been extremely anxious, paranoid about every detail and startling at the faintest sign of anything going awry. Although he was tense every moment of every day, he was also meticulous in his strategies and rarely ever made a misstep.

“Sincerity” was a time-sensitive quality that came with an expiration date. Here was a prime example: during the capital siege, wracked with grief, indignation, and guilt, the Longan Emperor had wished dearly to knock his head against the late emperor’s mausoleum and die.

In his idleness, he resorted to tormenting Old Master Shen’s foul-mouthed myna bird for entertainment. The poor creature grew so emaciated under this treatment that it longed to shuffle off its mortal coil.

“What is this?” said Chang Geng, accepting the bowl. “When you are no longer ensnared by the wu’ergu, I will give you a copy of the prescription,” Chen Qingxu said. “But for now, it’s best if you don’t ask.” Chang Geng stared back at her mutely.

With a wine glass in hand and a pair of lovely female attendants rubbing his shoulders and massaging his back, he looked so content he was on the verge of transcending the mortal plane. To think when Gu Yun said he was planning to “convalesce” he’d actually go and do just that!

🍷Welcome to #pipicafe26! We have changgu on duty....drinking? Then what's being served here? 🧐 (Wip!) #杀破狼 #ShaPoLang

Gullible and unguarded as he was, Ge Pangxiao relaxed when he saw Gu Yun’s flippant attitude, as if they weren’t going to see a rebel leader, but some rare treasure. Chang Geng, however, refused to swallow his nonsense.

“No one knows what they’re capable of when backed into a corner, so don’t lower your guard under any circumstances. Cai-lao is getting on in years and He Ronghui is too hotheaded. Jiping, you’re the only one I can count on here.”

“You have some nerve saying that to me! Those hairy foreigners made landfall at Dagu Harbor over a month ago and lit up the Sunlight Palace like a goddamn stove! Where the hell were you, you useless clod? Are you planning to be late to your own funeral?” Shen Yi didn’t dignify this with a response.

He feared his enemies would strike at any moment. More than that, he feared Gu Yun was reporting all of his successes and none of his failures, suffering some unknown hurt where he couldn’t see.

He felt there was a string in his heart that had been winching tighter and tighter since he’d received Gu Yun’s letter saying he missed him out of the blue.