Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

There was an uproar.

But no one dared to move, and everyone was watching what would happen.

Yu Guanglu was in the crowd watching Feng Yanzhang, who was wearing a military green cloak, go up to the stage himself and pick up the limp, unconscious actor. The boy's neck was snow-white, and the slight arc he raised was very attractive.

He rubbed his fingers and thought, it’s good to be young.

Feng Yanzhang did not hide anything at all. He held the unconscious Xu Bai in his arms and smiled as if to show his ownership. "Excuse me."

No one dared to keep Marshal Feng, and no one dared to ask him to accompany him.

"Why aren't you singing anymore?" Xiaochun was a little confused. This was the Marshal's Mansion, and the place where she was staying was blocked by the eaves. She could only hear but not see clearly what was happening on the stage in front.

Xu Bai: [Is the halo on? ]

Liu Er noticed that he was full of resentment and was indignant. [Turn it up, turn it up to the maximum!]

Obviously, they should be the ones who are most susceptible to this, the stubborn and unyielding little white flower and the cold-blooded marshal, they are very easy to deal with, but why does Feng Yanzhang's favorability not change?

Feng Yanzhang took him to the side room, which was also clean, but seemed deserted because no one lived there.

Fan Jie went to call a doctor, and then they were left alone in the empty room.

The gown was dirty. Feng Yanzhang took a look at it but didn't take it off. He just put it on the bed.

The mattress on the bed was very soft, and even a light person like Xu Bai would sink into it when lying down.

Marshal Feng looked carefully at Xu Bai's face.

Did you really faint?

He reached out and pinched Xu Bai's face, which was so soft that it seemed like it would melt like sugar water.

"Marshal, the doctor is here."

Fan Jie came in with a middle-aged man in a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck - Feng Yanzhang believed in Western medicine more because it was Western medicine that saved him when he was shot and dying.

Xu Bai lay on the bed, quietly, but his face seemed paler than before, and his breathing was soft. The doctor asked Feng Yanzhang to help him up slightly, with his head resting on his shoulder, and then began to examine him bit by bit.

"There's inflammation in the lungs."

The doctor put away his stethoscope and said, "It looks like he's a bit malnourished. I'll prescribe some medicine for him."

Feng Yanzhang nodded.

The doctor looked at the frowning boy and couldn't help but say, "But if this kind of fainting happens frequently, I still recommend that you take him to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up."

"Ah."

Feng Yanzhang didn't care. After all, he was just a little interested in Xu Bai, but it was hard to say whether this interest would last until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or next month. So why should he waste his time on him?

Xu Bai was left here. Feng Yanzhang was busy and didn't have the patience to wait for him to wake up.

"The Marshal said you can go now."

"Where's Sheng-ge?"

Every soldier in the Marshal's Mansion was like a machine that had been given instructions. They did not answer Xiaochun's question. Wang Ping realized something and smiled, pulling Xiaochun, "Okay, okay, we'll go now, we'll go now."

"Boss..."

"Go, go, go!"

Xiaochun's feelings towards Xu Bai are very complicated. She actually looks down on this young man. Sometimes she thinks he is pretending to be innocent and foolish. She is also jealous. She is also an opera singer, so why can she only do the work of serving others? But sometimes she really loves him. She thinks that the current situation is turbulent and Yun Sheng is too good. If the opera theater really disbands, the young man will suffer a lot.

It’s not that she didn’t realize what Feng Yanzhang meant, but she was always deceiving herself.

"You can't just talk nonsense about this." When Wang Ping and his friends came back, no one saw him off. On the way, he didn't forget to tell Xiaochun, "It's a blessing for Yun Sheng to be favored by Marshal Feng. He controls the entire Beihuai. If anyone can follow him, they will have no worries about food and clothing. We are so envious!"

Xiaochun pursed her lips and followed Wang Ping back to the troupe.

……

When Xu Bai opened his eyes, he thought he was blind. He blinked desperately several times, but everything around him was pitch black.

Xu Bai: [Feng Yanzhang poisoned me and made me blind? ]

Liu Er: [No, it was dark and the curtains were drawn in the room.]

Xu Bai: [Oh.]

There was a hint of regret in his voice.

It was expected that Feng Yanzhang did not accompany him, but he did not even send anyone to guard him?

There was a bitter medicinal taste in my mouth, the pure bitterness of Western medicine pills, the kind that makes people nauseous.

Xu Bai: [Ah, I fell. ]

Liuer:?

He woke up in a daze, only to find himself in a completely dark environment. He was afraid of the dark, and if a professional doctor diagnosed it, it would be called "claustrophobia", so he would always keep a small light on in the room where he slept.

But the curtains in Marshal Feng's house were too thick, and it was dark outside, so no light came in. Xu Bai felt like he was nailed in a coffin.

It's stuffy and suffocating.

"..." He began to shiver, and nothing came out of his throat except breathing. He stretched out his hand to grope around, but ended up falling off the bed and directly to the ground with a "thump".

Feng Yanzhang was very busy. He still had to attend to various military matters even in the middle of the night. In the end, Fan Jie couldn't help but ask, "Marshal, should we send someone to send Yun Sheng back?"

Only then did he remember that there was someone else he had placed in the side room.

The lights in the room came on, and Feng Yanzhang looked at the bed first, but it was empty.

"Woo..."

A faint whimper was heard, and the thin boy curled up into a ball at the foot of the bed.

Feng Yanzhang strode over and picked up Xu Bai with one hand, like a little chicken, "Why are you crying? Why do you only know how to cry?"

Feng Yanzhang looked down on actors because they lacked masculinity. Marshal Feng firmly believed that a real man should make great achievements instead of being timid and wearing women's clothes, putting on heavy makeup and singing and laughing for a living.

He threw Xu Bai onto the bed, wanting to teach him a lesson, but he saw his face first, and his whole body got stuck like an old tape.

The actor was crying with his eyes open. He seemed unaware that someone had come, or who had come. He was just shedding tears in vain and confusion. Because he was thrown up and fell, the tears that had already fallen broke into even smaller drops.

"you……"

Feng Yanzhang refused to admit that he had a soft heart towards the kind of people he despised the most, so he put on a cold face again, "Don't think you can make me soft-hearted by crying—"

[Feng Yanzhang’s Favorability: 20]

Marshal Feng couldn't continue. He took the pills and the cup of water and said, "Take the medicine!"

I have to take care of the patient first, Feng Yanzhang thought, otherwise it won’t be comfortable enough.