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for the beloved chinese steampunk novel 杀破狼 (sha po lang)
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Chang Geng didn’t give him a chance to demur. “You cared deeply for the late emperor. But did you want to kiss him, embrace him, and entangle intimately with him your entire life?”

“What?” Gu Yun blurted.
Few knew that Gu Yun had a dog’s nose capable of sniffing out any fishy individual who came within a meter of him.

Not only did the Prince Yan before him lack the ever-present scent of pacifying fragrance, he smelled faintly of rouge and powder.
“In all my life, I’ve never had such a wonderful dream,” he said with a hint of self-mockery. His mouth crooked up in a stiff smile. “If only I never woke up.”

Gu Yun was silent.
Chang Geng had naively thought that his young godfather had come to check on him.

But now, he realized the only reason for this blockhead’s visit was to make fun of him! He turned over angrily, facing away from Gu Yun with the words fuck off writ large on his back.

But Gu Yun didn’t fuck off.
“What about Miss Chen?”

Gu Yun had been speaking with He Ronghui and Cai Bin. At Shen Yi’s urgent question, he lifted his head, the picture of calm despite the chaos swirling around him. “Which Miss Chen?”

Marshal Gu believed in sharing gossip—He Ronghui and Cai Bin had evidently heard everything.
He turned to Chang Geng with a serious expression, then whipped out his ultimate technique: carefree shamelessness. “What, are you flirting with your yifu now?”
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앤솔 원고 마감하면서 잘려나간 부분들 모아 봄.
Shen Yi glanced at the mint bush that had been gnawed into a state of baldness by Gu the Mountain Goat before following after him.
“Gu Zixi!” Shen Yi chased after him, gnashing his teeth. “You…you…”

You bastard!

Shen Yi used every iota of strength in his body to swallow these words back down lest he find himself cursing out his superior officer in front of the entire capital.
After bidding Chen Qingxu farewell, Chang Geng collapsed into bed and slept.

His sleep had always been like a still pond, easily shattered by the disturbance of a single pebble.

Aside from the incident in Jiangbei when he had lost too much blood, he rarely lost consciousness so totally.
Far in the distance, an overlapping landscape of mountains and rivers smudged its way to the edges of the paper.

It was an idyllic scene, festive and peaceful.

There was no artist’s signature or poem; only four words, The world at peace, laid over the image like a stray annotation.
“Didn't you say it would be another two days before you reached the capital? How are you back so soon?" he blurted.

Gu Yun stretched languidly, then leaned against the arm of the couch. “I missed you, so I rushed back on my own."
After considering at length, he realized: birthdays and holidays were entirely human inventions.

Someone who willingly took the time to conduct such a simple ceremony on another’s behalf was saying without words, I care for you.
Chang Geng lowered his head and couldn’t resist grabbing Gu Yun’s lightly calloused hand.

He exhaled all the violent energy roiling about in his chest in a long sigh and shook his head in self-ridicule.

Gu Yun was always calm, and he was always the one scared half to death.
Li Feng was, by nature, amenable to coaxing but not to coercion.

He was willing to intervene to keep the powers within his court in balance, but it was another matter entirely when all the major noble families were joining forces to target Prince Yan.
As the song came to a close, Gu Yun, who thought he had slyly made a great romantic gesture, asked, expectant, “Do you like it?”

After hesitating at length, Chang Geng said with utmost sincerity, “It certainly clears the mind and has the ability to, uhh…repel enemies.”
Making a split-second decision, he shoved that unsettling human figure into Chen Qingxu’s arms, slung his windslasher over his shoulders, and bent his back in an attempt to shield the person beside him with his own body.
Li Feng protected Chang Geng because he saw the value in his reforms.

Prince Yan was right about one thing: laws and institutions took priority over all else.
Gu Yun was insensible with rage. The Marquis Estate had always been his refuge.

No matter how little he wanted to return to the capital, the thought of going home always gave him one thing to look forward to.

Only now did he comprehend that to Chang Geng, that place was like a prison.
“Hold on—one of these is for you.” Chang Geng pulled two longevity lock necklaces of different sizes from his pouch and handed them to Chen An. “The other is for your sister. Go ahead and bring it to her.”

“Mine is bigger!” Chen An exclaimed.
This time was different from the farewell kiss they shared at the capital ramparts; it lacked the intensity of desperation.

Gu Yun felt as though a corner of his heart had collapsed, offering up the softest spot in his chest.

From now on, this person is mine.
Gu Yun was the type, who, if the sky was falling, would wrap its broken fragments around himself as a blanket.

How had this great marshal become so grievously ill on his way to deployment that the Chen family of Taiyuan were alarmed enough to send one of their own?
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