The general is easy to bully

Old Qi frowned: "Master Hou..." Xiao Qihan seemed a little impatient, "Go." Old Qi sighed helplessly, turned around and left with his medicine box.

Xiao Qihan looked at Shen Xingfeng and nodded: "Go." Shen Xingfeng stared at him for a while, turned around and left the camp without saying anything.

Xiao Qihan smiled helplessly, "I don't even turn my head, when will I calm down?"

Ming Lan stared at Xiao Qihan's wound, breathing rapidly: "Master Hou, this subordinate should call Mr. Qi back, that Wen Jue is just a small restaurant, how can it compare with you?"

Yu Rui stood aside with a face full of self-blame, "Master Hou, I underestimated the enemy and was careless. If you hadn't blocked the knife for me, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

Xiao Qihan slowly gathered up his clothes, "General, don't blame yourself, I'm fine."

Yu Rui hesitated and said: "Master Hou can take care of Young Master Shen, but he must take his own body as the most important thing. Guard Ming is right, it's just a mere little letter..."

"He's not just a little letter, he's that child's friend." Xiao Qihan put his hand on the wound, "Minglan, go outside and find a doctor to come and give me medicine." Minglan looked angry, but didn't say anything, Went out of the camp to find another doctor for Xiao Qihan.

Xiao Qihan took the medicine, and the army was finished.

Yu Ruilai and Xiao Qihan bid farewell.

"Master Hou, I will go back to Beijing first."

Xiao Qihan nodded, "General Lao, the emperor's side..."

Yu Rui lowered his voice, "Don't worry, Lord Hou, everything will go according to plan."

Wen Jue's high fever came and went repeatedly, and he lost a lot of weight for three consecutive days.

Shen Xingfeng put a wet towel on Wen Jue's forehead, his heart was heavy.

The climate at the foot of Donghua Mountain is cold, gloomy, and there are many mosquitoes. I really don't know what this Xiao Qihan is doing. The army has been returning to court for three days, but their group is still stationed here.

How could Wen Jue's body get better if it went on like this?

Shen Xingfeng turned his head: "Third brother, go and ask Xiao Qihan when he will go back?"

The third child pouted: "I'm too lazy to talk to that scumbag, why don't you go by yourself?"

Shen Xingfeng's face turned cold: "Wen Jue did this for you."

The youngest turned blank, reluctantly closed the drawing book in his hand, turned over and got out of bed: "Okay, I'll ask, just wait."

The third child lifted the curtain and went out in pain.

After about an incense stick of time, the third child came back slowly, lay down on the bed, and picked up the drawing book.

Shen Xingfeng frowned: "How is it?"

The third child said casually, "I can't leave for the time being."

"Why? What did he say?"

The third child suddenly stared at Shen Xingfeng, mysteriously: "I didn't see the scumbag, the guard named Ming next to him was as fierce as a wild boar, and stopped me from approaching, but I asked others about it. , it seems that the scumbag was injured, he was about to burp, and he couldn't bear to toss about on the road."

Shen Xingfeng's hand holding the towel stiffened slightly.

That day when he went to see Dr. Qi, he did see that Xiao Qihan was injured.

Shen Xingfeng's heart twitched violently.

The third child hummed: "What's the matter, little eleven, do you feel distressed?"

Shen Xingfeng seemed to have come to his senses, and smiled faintly, "How come. I was thinking, if he is no good, we will take Wen Jue back by ourselves."

At night, Wen Jue's fever subsided and he gradually woke up.

Shen Xingfeng ran outside to find something to eat for Wen Jue. He had just brought a bowl of hot porridge when he bumped into a guard.

The guard was holding a water basin in his hand, and with a "smack—" he fell to the ground together with him.

Shen Xingfeng's clothes were instantly stained red, it turned out that the basin was full of blood.

The guard knelt down: "Mr. Shen, forgive me, I didn't see you, you are so abrupt!" Shen Xingfeng stared at the blood on his clothes, and frowned: "What's going on here?"

The guard faltered and couldn't tell why.

Ming Lan suddenly walked over from the side: "Back off."

The guard kowtowed a few times in a hurry, and ran away with the basin in his arms.

Shen Xingfeng knew that Minglan didn't like him, so he didn't plan to talk to Minglan, and turned around to leave.

Minglan called him coldly: "Shen Xingfeng, these are Lord Hou's blood." Shen Xingfeng paused, then turned his head to stare at Minglan.

There seemed to be a bit of fierce anger on Ming Lan's face: "Because you asked Dr. Qi to go to see an unimportant little letter, Master Hou's injury was delayed to this extent!"

Shen Xingfeng frowned, "Wen Jue has never been an insignificant person.

Ming Lan clenched the saber in his hand: "Then that should be Lord Hou?

Ming Lan's chest heaved rapidly, "Shen Xingfeng, don't forget, for whom did Lord Hou slaughter the entire Donghua Mountain!"

Shen Xingfeng suddenly smiled: "If he wasn't willing, he would have just refused at the beginning, wishful thinking, why blame me? If you want me to say, he is too useless as a marquis. Back then, someone cut my tendons and tendons. He can live without eating, but he was hacked, if he dies, he will die."

Minglan stared at Shen Xingfeng, and nodded after a while, "Okay, what a wishful thinking. Shen Xingfeng, you are really cruel." Shen Xingfeng didn't stay any longer, he took the bowl and went back to find Wen Jue.

Wen Jue was not in the camp. When Shen Xingfeng found him, he was sitting on a big rock, staring at the clouds in the distance in a daze.

Shen Xingfeng turned up quickly with his hands and feet, and handed him the bowl and chopsticks.

Wen Jue stared at the blood on Shen Xingfeng's body, and was taken aback.

Shen Xingfeng explained in a calm tone: "Others did it, they said it was Xiao Qihan's blood."

Wen Jue sipped the porridge: "Is he going to die?"

Shen Xingfeng was silent for a while, then smiled: "Who knows, maybe, everyone is a mortal body, who will not die?"

Wen Jue suddenly turned his head: "Xiao Xingfeng, will you feel bad when he dies?"

Shen Xingfeng looked into the distance, buried his head little by little, and rested his chin on his knees, "I've been feeling really bad all this time, I'll be homeless all of a sudden."

I don't know what happened to Xiao Qihan's injury, and two days later, the team finally set off for Beijing.

Shen Xingfeng still didn't see Xiao Qihan, but Minglan's face became more and more ugly, and he often whispered to Doctor Qi about something.

This turmoil completely disrupted Shen Xingfeng and the three of them's journey to the south of the Yangtze River.

Maybe it was Xiao Qihan's intention, once the three of them returned to Beijing, someone arranged a small house for them to live in peace of mind, and even sent five or six maids to take care of them.

Shen Xingfeng didn't like being around people, but the youngest was very happy, and often made those maids blush.

Shen Xingfeng usually practiced kung fu with a wooden sword in the yard, but he didn't have any internal strength at all, all he could do was just flamboyant fists and embroidered legs.

One day, Shen Xingfeng was reading a book in the house, when the third child suddenly ran over from the door screaming.

Hastily pushed open the wooden door, panting, "Little Eleven, something big is not right!"

For some reason, Shen Xingfeng thought of something, and the book in his hand was torn apart.

Shen Xingfeng's breathing tightened: "What happened?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that the third child would bring news of someone's death.

However, the third child just sat down next to Shen Xingfeng with his butt tilted, gasping for breath: "Xiao Qihan and his wife came to see you."

Shen Xingfeng was startled.

Zuo Rouan?

What is she here for?

Shen Xingfeng's face was a little uncomfortable.

The third child snorted: "I must have come to seek revenge on you! You made her husband half dead, and almost caused the child in her womb to have no father. She will definitely not let you go!"

Only then did Wen Jue come in.

He is very interested in Shen Xingfeng's hair, and likes to braid Shen Xingfeng whenever he has time.

"Little Xingfeng, don't be afraid. I have experience in this kind of thing. To tell you the truth, I have contacted almost all those noble ladies in the entire capital. They are very experienced. When that woman comes later, I will Teach you what to do."

The third child said "Ah", "You are quite honorable, aren't you?"

Wen Jue winked at the third child.

Zuo Rou'an came here with winter snow and spring.

Shen Xingfeng was relieved, if he brought that Xia Xi with him, he would probably have a headache.

We haven't seen each other for a few months, Zuo Rou'an has already had a big belly, she is about to give birth, she is supported by Dong Xue and Chun Yi, her expression is anxious, her eyes are full of embarrassment and uneasiness, "Sui Suian, can we talk?"

Shen Xingfeng poured three glasses of water, first pushed it to the third child, then turned his head and handed it to Wen Jue, and kept the last glass for himself. He took a sip and said coldly, "What are you talking about? Do you want to apologize to me?"

Zuo Rou'an's face turned pale, "Sui'an, I'm sorry... elder sister... elder sister..."

"My surname is Shen and my name is Xingfeng. My elder sister passed away three years ago."

Zuo Rou'an's face was even more ugly. She pushed Dongxue and Chunyi away, and knelt down to Shen Xingfeng with her stomach trembling.

"lady......"

The two maids wanted to help him, Zuo Rou'an knelt with difficulty, sweat rolled down his forehead, "Okay, I know I'm not qualified to be your elder sister anymore, I don't want to justify myself, Sui'an, three days later Xiao Lang will come to pick me up soon, Xiao Qihan has no one around to take care of him, you know, he never uses a maid, Minglan is a rough man who practices martial arts..."

Shen Xingfeng took out two pieces of silver from his pocket.

Throw it in front of Zuo Rou'an.

"Then please Madam, please buy a girl and send it to me. I'm a useless person, and I still need someone to take care of me." The third child squeezed Shen Xingfeng's legs, "That's right." Wen Jue looked at Shen Xingfeng's braided son with a smile , "Young master, are you satisfied with what I made up?"

Zuo Rou'an's complexion was ugly, she sighed heavily, and helped the maid to stand up, "Xiao Qihan is in a very bad condition now, he was poisoned, Doctor Qi has been treating him for a month, but he still hasn't improved. Having said that, I'm leaving first."

Shen Xingfeng raised his hand, "There will be no future." Zuo Rou'an's back stiffened severely.

As soon as she left, the third child came over curiously, "How could Xiao Qihan be poisoned? Which hero did it?" Wen Jue said, "I heard that when he went up the mountain to suppress the bandits, the knife was stained with poison. , I don’t know what’s going on, it’s so serious.” Shen Xingfeng frowned, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The third child smiled, "Look at how cowardly you are. If you have the ability, you can drink away your sorrows. Drinking tea is nothing."

Shen Xingfeng: "Who used wine to get rid of their worries?"

The third child grinned: "Little Eleven, you said that if you and him are so deadlocked, will he be unable to hold on one day and suddenly take you back?"

The old man's words became a prophecy.

But the retribution was not on Shen Xingfeng, but on himself.

That night, a group of people who didn't know where they came from broke into the yard of the three of them and took the third child out.

The third child was grabbed by his collar and howled ghostly, "Xingfeng, Wen Jue, save me! Save me!"

Shen Xingfeng and Wen Jue were held around their necks by the two big knives of the man in black, and they didn't dare to move.

There is a moon white sedan chair outside the courtyard.

The man in black dragged the third child and dragged him to the sedan chair.

Shen Xingfeng watched helplessly as the car curtain was slowly opened, and a slender white hand stretched out from inside, followed by a deep and hoarse voice——

"Jin'er."

In an instant, the third mouse looked like a cat, with a pale face, erratic eyes, and twitching all over.

The atmosphere was a bit stalemate, and after an unknown amount of time, he stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Then he was held by that beautiful hand and quickly pulled into the sedan chair.

The people in black all over the courtyard followed the sedan chair away almost in an instant, and scattered cleanly.

Shen Xingfeng blinked, turned around and ran towards Xiao Qihan.