My child's father is me

The faint smell of medicine lingers on the tip of the nose, and suddenly becomes stronger.Qi Mo has always been extremely sensitive to these smells. He tried to turn over to avoid the unpleasant smell of medicine, but was held down by someone.

"Your Highness, don't move around, the wound will hurt if you press it."

He opened his eyes in a daze, and Steward Li was holding a light blue emerald jade porcelain bowl in his hand, and the strong medicinal soup was still steaming.

Qi Mo was a little confused.

It was his bedroom in Jiangbei, with an eagle carved on the beam and pillar above his head - that was the unique night owl in Jiangbei.

A faint bitter taste poured into his nostrils, telling him that everything happened for real, not just his imagination.

Isn't he still in the northern suburb of Xuzhou outside Huaman Villa? Why did he come back suddenly?

And where did Shen Huaibi go?

Qi Mo was shocked, and immediately struggled to get out of bed to look for him. A huge pain that he didn't notice just now came from his back, and a burning feeling hit his heart, and the severe pain made him fall back on the bed again.

Butler Li looked at him worriedly, and put down the medicine bowl in his hand.

"Your Highness, don't worry too much about our general. Old injuries are commonplace, and he can bear it. It's you, Your Highness." Li Fengwei's brows were slightly worried, and he continued: "You crawl with the general on your back. When they came out, they were really two bloody men! The general is alright, at least it doesn’t look that bad, your highness was hit by a burning wooden stick on your back, and you crawled out with the general on your back, a big piece was broken. The doctor gave you medicine, and before you left, you said, don’t move around, don’t go into the water, and insist on applying the medicine.”

He straightened up a finger and shook it in front of Qi Mo: "At least ten days and a half months."

He was more worried about Shen Huaibi's physical condition than himself.Although Steward Li said that there is no need to worry about him, but Shen Huaibi is also a human being, and he will be in pain.

Qi Mo frowned, and his slightly curled eyelashes trembled, like the trembling wings of a butterfly flying high.He looked at Li Fengwei and said, "I want to see him."

Li Fengwei had nothing to do with him, so he had to take him there.He stretched out his hand to hold Qi Mo, but Qi Mo avoided his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing, the general will see it later, maybe he can say something about me."

He barely supported himself, with one hand leaning against the wall, moving forward little by little.

Li Fengwei was well aware of Qi Mo's bad temper, and he wouldn't look back even if he was beaten to death, so he had no choice but to follow behind him step by step.

Fortunately, Shen Huaibi's resting bedroom is not far from his room, even so, Qi Mo moved with difficulty for half an hour before arriving at his bedroom.

Shen Huaibi was also awake at that time, Qi Mo looked in from the half-open window, Shen Huaibi was leaning on the back of the yellow wood carved bed, listening to his subordinates' reports.

Maybe he just woke up, his expression was a little sleepy, like a tired cat.

His left arm was wrapped with pure white gauze, and his newly injured waist was also covered with medicine. A thin circle of white was exposed at the lower edge of his outer garment, and his whole body was pale.

The softest part of Qi Mo's heart was suddenly pulled hard for some reason, and he continued to stare at him with a pale face.

"...The subordinates have sent people to investigate, and there is no one in Huaman Villa in Xuzhou, and everything is empty. Maybe they expected the general to come out alive, so they closed it all. The subordinates went to investigate At that time, it had become an empty mountain villa."

After listening to such a long passage, Shen Huaibi, who had half-closed his eyes, said: "Have you found out the background of that Manyuefang and several other museum owners? So many weapons and guns, it is said that there is no half-heartedness, I Shen Huaibi can be written upside down."

The subordinate shook his head, regretfully said: "There is no clue at all."

Shen Huaibi frowned, and remained silent for a long time before saying: "Hide the news first, and don't act rashly. Go and find out which gang uses Liang as the gang name, and keep the news tight, so I don't need to say more."

The man nodded in agreement, and just about to change the topic and continue to report, Shen Huaibi suddenly interrupted him and asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with the previous matter: "How is Master Rong?"

"The subordinates have already sent people to Jiangling to deliver the peace letter, Lord Rong probably won't have any serious problems..."

After hearing this, Shen Huaibi frowned, and the wrinkles between her brows seemed to lighten a little.He breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know who he was talking to: "That's good, the little highness has a bad temper, and ran away without saying a word. He is probably still resting at the moment. Children or something, it's really difficult. "

The subordinate unintentionally followed up: "The general really cares about His Royal Highness the Eleventh."

Shen Huaibi didn't answer, and naturally changed the topic to ask other things.

The subordinates inside chattered endlessly, Shen Huaibi's lips moved occasionally, but most of them listened silently.

Qi Mo didn't want to disturb their conversation because of his rash entry, so he could only sit on the bamboo chair in front of Shen Huaibi's door and wait, relying on the geese flying past for several days to pass the time.

Jiangbei is located in the northwest, where migratory birds spend the winter. Noisy flocks of geese fly across the high sky, and occasionally pass by the treetops full of bare branches, bringing a howling wind.

Li Fengwei has a lot of things to do every day, so of course it is impossible to count the geese here with him all day, but he was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he gave him a thick fox fur for him to wear.

Another year of winter, wild geese fly south, recruiting people, will they not return?

As the sun sets in the west, the golden crow draws its mark, and the gorgeous halo breaks through the clouds, dyeing the sunset with a layer of bright orange red, and painting the sky with a rich and colorful bright color.

The subordinate who reported the affairs to Shen Huaibi left without knowing when, Shen Huaibi got out of bed and paced to the window, wanting to take a breath.As soon as he opened the window, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of his window against the rays of the sun, staring at the sunset with ecstasy.

Qi Mo saw that it was getting late, and just about to go back, he turned around and saw Shen Huaibi looking at him with a complicated expression.

The two were relatively silent, Qi Mo was feeling embarrassed, and Shen Huaibi spoke——

Shen Huaibi held back for a long time, and then said: "Are you sick? Come here to blow the air when you wake up? Do you think that all the medicines in my house are for nothing? Go back and rest! Get out of here as far as you can." Far!"

Qi Mo automatically ignored his unpleasant words, and asked instead: "General, are you feeling better?"

Qi Mo's hair is naturally soft, so it tends to curl up when pressed.When he speaks, his eyes are focused and sincere, and it is difficult to refuse.

Shen Huaibi ignored him, walked around the door with a cold face, grabbed his sleeve and pulled him in.

"Come in if you want to chat. Have you been sitting in front of my door all afternoon?"

Qi Mo touched his nose, feeling guilty.

Shen Huaibi reckoned that he was so busy that his bones were itchy all over, so he ran to him to make fun of it.He let Qi Mo dawdle on the edge of his painting shelves, while he sat down at the desk, spread out a piece of plain paper, held the pen in his plain hand, licked the ink in the inkstone, and wrote a letter write down.

Qi Mo was still lingering by the shelf where Shen Huaibi dried his paintings.

There is an old general in the capital who has retired from the battlefield. Qi Mo often visits other people's houses because he plays well with his young master.

The old general also likes to paint, and his stamped paintings hang on the wall all year round, which are not the same in all seasons.

There are many patterns on it, such as galloping horses and blood in the setting sun, it has the demeanor of a general at first glance.

And Shen Huaibi...

Flowers, plants, mountains, rivers, swallows and birds.

In the crowd of gold and iron horses, he has stepped out of his own demeanor.

The picture of plum blossoms placed on the outermost side was the last time Qi Mo watched him draw, and the ink has dried up. The few plum blossoms standing proudly on the branches against the cold wind are graceful and graceful, and they will be scattered almost in the next second. A cool fragrance.

He walked slowly to the side of Shen Huaibi who was writing a letter with downcast eyebrows, wanting to see what he was writing.

Shen Huaibi was still ill, and his complexion was still a little sickly pale.The kerosene lamp was very bright, and the warm yellowish light cast against the slender neck exposed from his clothes made him look more like a piece of paper, fragile and easy to break.

He holds the pen with slender fingers and well-proportioned bones, making him a pair of extremely beautiful hands.There is a shallow layer of calluses on the palm of the hand. When holding the Liuxing whip, he was decisive in killing and cutting, but now holding the pen is not out of harmony.

Shen Huaibi had finished writing at this time, seeing him leaning over to read it, she didn't cover it up, instead she handed the letter to his eyes.

He was so proactive, but Qi Mo refused instead, turned around like a beast to avoid a flood, and avoided seeing the letter.

Shen Huaibi secretly thought it was funny, and twisted the letter from the table.

"The army's reserves are strictly controlled. It is impossible for the people to have so many knives, guns and sticks at one time, let alone create handsome knives. Huaman Villa can have so many reserves. If there is no one behind him to support the supply, the stars in the sky They could fall down on my face."

Qi Mo was shocked by Shen Huaibi's novel metaphor, and remained silent for a while.

Shen Huaibi continued: "So I have to write a note, tell the whole story of the matter, and report the truth to the emperor, and then I can send troops to investigate."

Qi Mo hummed, his curled eyelashes fluttering, he looked at him intently, and then asked a very untechnical question: "And then?"

Shen Huaibi glanced at him like an idiot, with a bit of hatred in his eyes: "Then I will be able to lead the troops out. Without this approval, it is called rebellion! Do you understand?" , elm head?"

Qi Mo honestly accepted his curse, and looked at him with clear eyes, like a pool of gently rippling blue waves, which made people's hearts move.

Shen Huaibi looked away without squinting, took out a small gilt black paper tube, and put the letter into it.

He took out a porcelain-white xun from his pocket, which seemed to be made of high-quality bone china, with a thin layer of light shining through it.

The melodious and melodious sound of the xun bypassed the floating clouds and was scattered by the wind. An eagle followed the sound, fluttering its plump wings, and quietly landed on Shen Huaibi's window lattice.

"It's so dark, it's still the post office at Zhengyangmen to deliver the letter to the capital."

Black Hawk rubbed the palm of his leaning hand with nostalgia, and flew away with the letter box that had traveled thousands of miles.

He turned his head and saw Qi Mo looking at him with strange eyes.

Shen Huaibi thought that he was greedy for the eagle he raised, and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

Qi Mo: "...It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that my baby name when I was young was Xiao Hei."

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