“Why are you riding along the official roads? Aren’t you tired? Were you injured on the northern border? Give me your wrist… How is your health? Are you eating well? What did Chen Qingxu say?”

Chang Geng had yet to turn fourteen, yet he could already lift a sword weighing over thirty kilograms with one hand.

While the emperor spoke to the commander in chief, Gu Yun suddenly raised his head and threw a wink to the young crown prince who had yet to come of age. The two met each other’s eyes and shared a smile.

Chang Geng felt in his hazy, half-awake state that he had traversed back to that bone-chilling snowy night beyond the border. Shivering violently, he dragged himself free of the nightmare that had been holding him captive. I’m still alive, he thought.

Gu Yun’s explanation was shorter than the duration of a fart, over in just a few words.

Chang Geng’s eyes darkened. He leaned in close to Gu Yun and said, “There’s nothing improper about it. I would do anything if it meant having you here to speak to me right now.” He was too close, as if they were lovers whispering intimately in each other’s ears.

“If I really died, the last word you said to me would have been ‘Out.’ I wouldn’t be able to rest in peace.” Gu Yun held his tongue. The man in his arms was like a detestable climbing vine, stretching out a fatal little tendril to poke at his heart again and again.

Shen Yi had an irrational faith in Gu Yun. Upon learning of the man’s return—or at the very least, the Black Iron Tiger Tally’s return, which meant the Marquis of Anding was aware of the situation—he calmed at once.

“I shan’t be listening to an old maid like you ramble on any longer,” Gu Yun said with a dramatic toss of his head. “I’m off to find my son.” He spurred his horse forward, ignoring whatever else Shen Yi had to say.

Your subject, Gu Yun, has arrived late. #ShaPoLang #杀破狼 artist: xhslink.com/o/5NGsap31Ndl

“Where are you hurt? Come here and let me see.” “It's nothing serious. Although Miss Chen claims she hasn't finished her apprenticeship, she is truly a master of her generation.” Chang Geng paused, then added, “I'll be alright as long as you're okay.”

“That’s right, I wanted to ask you—what illness does my little yifu actually have? He acted very oddly on our trip into the East Sea, but he refuses to tell me anything.” The monk shook his head. “Amitabha Buddha, I dare not say.” Chang Geng furrowed his brow.

Chang Geng didn’t quite understand his enthusiasm, but as long as it made Gu Yun happy, he didn’t mind.

Chang Geng had thought he was on the verge of attaining Buddhahood. Until he reunited with Gu Yun.

Chang Geng nonchalantly pulled his ratty outer robe to cover the grisly wound across his chest. “Forgive me for my breach of etiquette. I have been feeling unwell,” he said, as elegant as ever. Liao Ran was speechless. It seemed Prince Yan was truly Marshal Gu’s protégé in acting skills as well.

He was still chewing when Chang Geng suddenly leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. “Yifu, you don’t know this, but every day you fail to appear before me safe and sound is a day I dare not close my eyes in sleep. At last—”

On top of being both breadwinner and homemaker for his family of two, Shen-xiansheng was also an excellent cook. He was tremendously capable, and as a consequence, his brother had nothing left to apply himself to except bringing the family’s fortunes to ruin.

Gu Yun stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the point in the distance where the steam locomotive had vanished. He was seized by an urge to scream and shout right along with the Lingshu scholars, but forced himself to maintain a stoic mask for fear of frightening them.

There was only so much deep affection in the world. Madmen claimed some, and fools claimed some more. How could the handful of leftovers be enough for everyone to share? A pair like Prince Yan and Gu Yun were truly a rare sight.

Chang Geng was laughing so hard he began to wheeze as he pictured the scene. As expected of a master of military strategy—of course Gu Yun understood the concepts of “the best lies contain a kernel of truth” and “strike first at the heart” even as a child.

With his free left hand, he caught Chang Geng as he crashed into his arms, taking hold of his chin and lifting it for a kiss. Before Chang Geng could recover his senses and launch a counterattack, Gu Yun turned and draped his outer robe over his own shoulders with a smile.

Such nauseatingly sentimental phrases like “separated by thousands of miles, I am anxious by day and sleepless by night,” and “eat plenty and stay warm, do not add to the worries that trouble my soul” absolutely could not have sprouted from the fields of Gu Yun’s mind.

“What business do you have pulling a long face when the sovereign of our nation takes such good care of you?” Gu Yun looked as if his stomach ached. He slanted a glance at Shen Yi, then waved a listless hand. “The hell do you know.”

Dressed in this young master getup, he went out to walk his horse on the official road every day—it was hard to tell if he was waiting for someone or just showing himself off.

Put bluntly, Shen Shiliu was a blind and deaf invalid. Given his handsome face, he should have, by all rights, been a pretty boy favored by heaven itself. Unfortunately, in a border town, whether one was a demon or a god, everyone was one thing—poor.

Broke containment again ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ #spl / #changgu / #changgeng / #guyun / #skincreatures

lembrei desse saboroso gu yun q encomendei uma vez e eu sempre esqueço dele o coitado fica mofando na minha galeria

Before the astonished eyes of the court, Gu Yun held a sword he had drawn from a guard’s waist in one hand and pulled Prince Yan into his embrace with the other. Chang Geng leaned into him with a muted groan as if he had lost the strength to stand. #杀破狼 #ShaPoLang www.tumblr.com/ceefiro/7949...

“Are you going to sleep or not?” Gu Yun burrowed beneath the blankets before poking his head out to bare his pearly milk teeth in a smile, entirely unafraid of the ferocious Marshal Gu.

But just as a dog can’t resist eating shit, one’s nature is difficult to change. He was arrogant and obstinate; praise or insult, he never took anyone’s words seriously.

It was dusk when Gu Yun awoke. He could vaguely perceive a haze of light filtering through the window but hadn’t yet gathered the strength to open his eyes when he felt the stab of agonizing pain. I’m not dead. Gu Yun didn’t feel like celebrating. What hit him first was apprehension—

Chang Geng felt like he could hold up the skies—but he couldn’t say for sure who his parents were. On top of that, he had Gu Yun now. He wasn’t particularly eager to chase after his exact origins.

Ya están los dos, aunque a Chang Geng lo acabaré rediseñando en el futuro 🖤💛 #ShaPoLang

“Oh dear, don’t start crying on me now.” Gu Yun had joined the army at fifteen; he’d never met such a crybaby. At a loss, he pointed in a random direction and said, “Look, there’s something over there!”

These words resonated deeply with Chang Geng, and he had to admit that Liao Ran was right. To him, Gu Yun alone weighed over a thousand kilograms—yet he was incapable of letting him go. The moment he did, he would have nothing left.

Emotion flowed from his covetous, tiger-like eyes, and he whined softly, “The marquis is playing favorites. Why doesn’t he pinch my cheeks?” He was too afraid to say this to Gu Yun’s face, so Chang Geng was the only one who heard him. Strike number forty-eight.

Some changgu #shapolang

Old Mister Shen had acted completely on his own, and by the time Shen Yi caught on and chased him down, it was too late. As he took in the sight of the wine carts barricading the Marquis Estate’s front gates, Shen Yi couldn’t find the tears to cry.

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.

Primer volumen de #ShaPoLang terminado! Así que dibujito de Gu Yun🧐

He had already given Chang Geng his command of the front line, and now he magnanimously gave him his unreserved trust as well.

Gu Yun could hardly recall the reason. He remembered how he had hated the thought of going to the borderlands when he was younger. To do so meant leaving his playmates, seeing his scary father every day, and suffering poor food and worse lodgings.

Gu Yun wanted to be direct and tell him, I missed you as well, but the words rose and fell in his chest, and in the end caught stage fright, fleeing back into his belly.

The boy was the gullible type who was easy to lead on. Gu Yun had very quickly discovered the fun in teasing him and, despite the late hour, felt much more energized after cackling at his expense.

Chang Geng’s eyelid wouldn’t stop twitching—a sharp sense of foreboding had pricked him all the way to the palace. He stirred restlessly.

The exhausted marquis had actually fallen asleep in this position as he rested his eyes. Chang Geng’s mouth snapped shut. In the dark, he stared at Gu Yun’s side profile for a while.

Принесла китайскую козу, распространите (но не в тазике 😂) Гу Юнь - это такое сборное блюдо из неординарности, бесстыдства, силы и при этом еще и стекла, что хочется вот жевать это все, как он мяту из первых глав🥺 #ShaPoLang #УбитьВолка #Шаполан #ГуЮнь #priest #GuYun

Gu Yun really had no talent for cajoling people, so the end result was nothing but an exceptionally sincere gust of wind to fan the flames of Chang Geng’s indignation.

“You had a nightmare? What was it about?” At first, Chang Geng didn’t respond. Finally, his disoriented gaze gathered focus, his eyes like twin flames burning in the night as he stared at Gu Yun. Without warning, he reached out and hugged Gu Yun around the waist.

Chen Qingxu spoke quietly as she prepared salt water for Chang Geng. “Marshal Gu, please calm yourself. The body of a wu’ergu is unlike ordinary people; a minor injury won’t do him much harm. Your Highness, what did you encounter that forced you to bleed yourself?”