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

Liu Er: [Fang Jiaxu is here, right at the door.]

[Alas.] Xu Bai sighed, [Young people who are too impulsive will suffer.]

Liu Er: [What are you going to do? ]

Xu Bai: [What should I do? Don't forget that I can't even get out of bed now, and I hurt my tongue, so I'll be exposed if I speak. Besides, with Yun Sheng's personality, he doesn't want everyone to know about it.]

Liu'er: I silently think of the rumors it spread.

Feng Yanzhang glanced at Xu Bai subconsciously.

But he was shaking under the quilt, as if he didn't hear what Fan Jie said. He suddenly felt relieved. "I'm busy with official business. I won't see you."

"But..." Fan Jie replied with a stiff upper lip, "Master Fang forced his way in."

Feng Yanzhang looked at him coldly, "Adjutant Fan, what's the purpose of that gun in your hand?"

"Yes!"

Fan Jie saluted politely, but he was complaining in his heart. He was not afraid of fighting on the battlefield, but he was afraid of dealing with a young master holding a pen.

……

Fang Jiaxu and his men were ultimately unable to enter Feng Yanzhang's house. Young Master Fang gritted his teeth, but the soldiers in front of him stood there with their weapons, not giving way and refusing to give in. Fan Jie, who was able to talk to them, also hid away, leaving them face to face with the soldiers.

"Feng Yanzhang!"

"Forget it, Master, let's think of another way. Master, let's not waste time with them..."

……

After drinking the warm brown sugar water, Xu Bai's condition improved significantly. He didn't tremble as violently and his eyes became more focused.

After driving away the troublemaker, Feng Yanzhang was in a good mood and asked the doctor to get two more dollars from the housekeeper.

Feng Yanzhang did not ask the doctor how to treat him. It was the same reason. Marshal Feng thought he was just a plaything. It was enough to keep him alive when he liked him. As for the rest of the time, the Marshal did not care at all.

"Awake?"

"..." His tongue was burning with pain. Xu Bai still remembered clearly what happened last night. Not only did he feel physically uncomfortable, but the unrelieved depression in his heart made him feel suffocated.

"Tongue out."

This is really insulting.

Xu Bai's eyes widened, filled with fear and confusion.

It might be because he made the man so pitiful that night, or it might be because he made the man want to commit suicide in despair. Anyway, Feng Dashuai felt a little regret in his heart. He waved the medicine powder in front of Xu Bai, "Didn't you hurt your tongue? I'll apply medicine for you."

Xu Bai didn't want to, but he recalled Feng Yanzhang's threat to him, and finally opened his mouth obediently.

This posture was too embarrassing. The boy closed his eyes tightly as if he was trying to escape, and waited silently for Feng Yanzhang's move.

The powder was sprinkled on the wound, and Xu Bai couldn't stop trembling.

[Feng Yanzhang’s Favorability: 30]

"Does it hurt?" Feng Yanzhang asked knowingly.

Xu Bai frowned and didn't answer, so he continued, "Squeamish! What can a person like you accomplish?"

Xu Bai wanted to say that he had been singing opera for more than ten years, and he had mastered the skills even in the harsh winter and hot summer, but he knew it was meaningless to say this. Feng Yanzhang was simply unreasonable. He just wanted to get rid of him and continue singing opera.

In the following days, Feng Yanzhang treated Xu Bai very well. The maid he hired also arrived and was honest and dutiful. He didn't know what Fan Jie said, but she treated Xu Bai as the Marshal's wife and called her "Madam" and "Madam" all day long, which made him very embarrassed.

Feng Yanzhang found it interesting. He hung out with Xu Bai every night, listening to his uncontrollable sobbing, and they would toss and turn until the early morning every day.

"Marshal." Xu Bai's lips trembled, "I want to go back to the opera troupe... to sing."

Sing opera, sing opera.

Feng Yanzhang couldn't understand Xu Bai. He could obviously give him more. He had no worries about food and clothing in the mansion, so why did he still think about that low-class business?

[Alas.] Xu Bai sighed, [Feng Yanzhang is too arrogant. He treats Yun Sheng as a woman. That’s not right. He doesn’t even treat her as a person. He just treats her as a little toy. He has his own ideals of making achievements and working hard for them, but he is dismissive of Yun Sheng’s ideas. Tsk.]

"Wouldn't it be nice for you to stay here and be my wife?"

Xu Bai panted, tears falling, and said, "Marshal, I want to go back to sing opera."

Feng Yanzhang didn't understand, and a surge of anger rose up. He felt bored, so he pushed Xu Bai away and almost threw him off the bed, "If you want to sing, go back and sing now!"

It was already very late at night, and Feng Yanzhang believed that the little actor did not have the courage to walk such a long distance by himself.

He was waiting for Xu Bai to crawl over and beg him, thinking that this little thing needed more practice to smooth out the edges.

But the only sound that could be heard in the room was rustling. It was Xu Bai putting on his clothes.

Feng Yanzhang didn't prepare a long gown for him at all, and the original valuable one had been thrown away long ago. At this moment, the only thing he could wear was a thin silk nightgown.

"Commander."

Xu Bai's voice rang softly in the darkness, and Feng Yanzhang was ready to say to him impatiently, "Shut up and go to sleep!"

In the end, he asked: "Marshal, can you... lend me a coat? It's inconvenient to go out like this..."

Feng Yanzhang was furious, his eyes were sinister, "Get out! Get out now!"

Xu Bai didn't say anything. He lowered his head, slowly and carefully pushed open the door and walked out.

Many people saw him from the time he left the room to the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion, but no one dared to say anything, and no one dared to look at him any longer. Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, allowing him to walk out in his nightgown.

The street was dark, and Xu Bai barely walked a short distance before he hugged his arms and shivered. [Why is the wind so cold?]

Even the long-sleeved silk nightgown could not block the wind. Liu Er looked at the distance and thought, "It's too far. Yun Sheng's body can't handle the walk back."

Xu Bai: [Who said I would walk back by myself? ]

He curled up in a corner on the side of the road in a very artificial manner, trembling all over.

So cold.

It’s really too cold.

It's so cold that I want to die like this.

"...Shengsheng? Yunsheng...!"

"..."

Master Fang? How could it be possible...

Xu Bai's lips trembled slightly. His skirt couldn't block anything, and the cold wind poured in from under his skirt. Even his fingertips were numb.

"Sheng Sheng!"

Fang Jiaxu picked the man up from the ground. This was the first time he hugged him, but in this situation, Young Master Fang could not feel any romantic emotions at all.

It was dark around, and the boy's cold pale face hung in his arms. Fang Jiaxu took two quick steps to the range of the car lights and found that Xu Bai was actually wearing a nightgown. Even though the hem of the skirt was long enough to cover her calves, it was still a skirt for a woman.

How could Feng Yanzhang——

Fang Jiaxu hurriedly took off his coat and covered him with it, then carried him into the car.

"Master!"

Dazhi was sitting in the passenger seat waiting. When he saw Master Fang really brought someone back, he groaned inwardly and stuck his head out to urge him, "Hurry up and get in the car!"