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Feng Qisong did not go there with great fanfare to suppress the bandits.

"The third child can't disobey the order openly, he will still go." Feng Qisong said to Qianshan, "Chen Beidou must have made a promise to him that he will not die in the den of horse bandits."

Qian Shan believed it deeply: "Chen Beidou is a good person, he knows that if he doesn't give the third master some favors, he will not go to the battlefield."

"That's why we followed him to find evidence of Chen Beidou's collusion with the horse bandits."

"It's just the young master..." Qian Shan hesitated.

Feng Qisong looked back at the bedroom, Bai Hemian was curled up under the quilt, breathing very lightly, still sound asleep.His heart softened, and his internal organs were filled with tender love.

The telegram spread out on the table was blown up by the wind.

The telegram was sent to Feng Wobai, the serious one must have been sent to the Chen family, and what Feng Qisong got was a copy of what was intercepted by an insider.

Feng Qisong knew that Bai Hemian was intelligent, yesterday afternoon he only took one look at the guard holding the telegram, and suddenly seemed to be drained of all his energy, without eating or speaking, he fell asleep holding the photo until now.

"I left a team of guards at home." Feng Qisong said carefully, "You stay too."

"Second Master?" Qian Shan suddenly raised his eyes, "This..."

"He Mian needs someone to take care of him." Feng Qisong raised his hand to stop Qian Shan from continuing, "Chen Beidou is not that easy to deal with. He must have doubts about my death."

"Second Master, you mean...?" Qian Shan opened his eyes wide in shock.

Feng Qisong made a silent gesture, turned his head and glanced at Bai Hemian, and saw that he hadn't woken up yet, so he said, "You just need to know."

Qian Shan was still in doubt.

But Feng Qisong returned to his original indifference, as if he wasn't the one who just talked about suppressing the bandits: "Has the photo been washed?"

"Take...photos?"

"The one that He Mian chose yesterday," Feng Qisong sighed, "It is said that it will be hung in the bedroom."

Qian Shan suddenly realized: "After washing, the photo studio is picking out photo frames, and I will send them to you when they are finished."

"You don't have to give it to me, as long as He Mian likes it." Feng Qisong walked to the bed, and stuffed Bai He Mian's feet back out of the quilt, "I don't know when I can come back, if it's Chinese New Year..."

Feng Qisong paused, and raised his eyebrows: "I have to come back to spend the New Year with him."

Bai Hemian, who was still asleep, seemed to have heard Brother Feng's promise, and his frowning brows relaxed a little.

Bai Hemian really dreamed of Feng Qisong.

His memories are like water in a sponge, which can only flow out intermittently after being pressed.

"Are you Feng Lao San?" He heard himself asking when he was a boy.

The silhouette of Feng Qisong who was hugging him still had traces of youthfulness, his eyes were drooping, and most of the tear moles at the corners of his eyes were swallowed up by fine lines.

Second Brother Feng is laughing, Bai Hemian thought to himself.

"I'm not, my name is..." Feng Qisong shook his head, looking very calm, but the tight arc of his arms betrayed him.

"Aren't you?" Bai Hemian broke Feng Qisong's hand in disappointment.

He desperately shouted to himself in the dream: "Don't, don't go."

But the young Bai Hemian turned over the courtyard wall of Feng's house without looking back.

Bai Hemian stretched out his arms in his dream, trying to hug Feng Qisong's waist, he said, "I'm here, Second Brother Feng, I'm here."

But he only saw Feng Qisong's lonely figure and his gradually darkening eyes.

"Second Brother Feng!" Bai Hemian woke up from the dream, the first thing he heard was the chirping of a few sparrows on the window sill.

"Young master?" Qian Shan poked his head out of the window.

Bai Hemian hugged the quilt and sat up: "Where is Second Brother Feng?"

"Second Master is answering the telegram in the study." Qian Shan sprinkled a handful of millet on the window sill, and then wiped his palm on the edge of his trousers, "I'll call him right away."

"I'll go by myself." Bai Hemian got up from the bed.

Feng Qisong's study is not so much a study as it is the bedroom he lived in before marrying Bai Hemian. The walls of the two wing rooms are wall to wall with a small door in between.

Bai Hemian yawned and walked over, the tears in the corners of his eyes had not been wiped clean, but because of seeing Feng Qisong, they completely fell down.

"What's the matter?" Feng Qisong hugged him with a smile.

Bai Hemian looked away in a panic, hugged Second Brother Feng's neck and said, "It's okay, there's sand in my eyes."

"Afraid?" Feng Qisong whispered in his ear.

It was no secret to Feng Qisong that Bai Hemian was afraid of military uniforms.He knew him, from a long time ago.

"Are you leaving?" Bai Hemian lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "Second Brother Feng, are you leaving without saying goodbye?"

"No." Feng Qisong picked him up and put him on the bed in the study, "He Mian, I don't want you to be sad, but I won't leave you without saying a word."

"...I have to reassure you." Feng Qisong inserted his hand into his fluffy hair, "I have to make you believe that I will be back soon."

"really?"

"Really." Feng Qisong smiled softly.

They looked at each other quietly for a moment, and it was Feng Qisong who spoke first: "When I come back, maybe you will surprise me."

Following Feng Qisong's words, Bai Hemian's hand moved to his lower abdomen, and his heart began to beat violently again: "Brother..."

"So don't mess around." Feng Qisong didn't speak clearly, but only told, "During this time, Mr. Xun will come to the house from time to time to check your pulse. If he prescribes medicine, don't lose your temper. To drink."

Bai Hemian nodded obediently.

"You." Feng Qisong suddenly had a lot to say, but when the words came to his lips, they all turned into sighs.

How could he be completely relieved?

Bai Hemian seemed to have sensed Feng Qisong's emotions, opened his arms, and imitated his dream, hugging Second Brother Feng's waist.

"I'm here." He muttered to himself, "I'll be waiting for you at home."

Feng Qisong couldn't say any more words of comfort, he held the young master in his arms with his backhand, and shared a hot and sticky kiss with him.

Feng Qisong walked at night.

When he left, Bai Hemian was still awake, obviously very sleepy, and stared at Feng Qisong with his bloodshot eyes as he put on the iron-gray military uniform and then put on the black cloak.

He hasn't seen Second Master Feng like this for a long time.

The elegant and scholarly Second Brother Feng disappeared, replaced by Feng Qisong who was about to fight on the battlefield.

"Go to sleep." Feng Qisong put his black-gloved hand on Bai Hemian's lower abdomen, "It's getting late. I'll be back after I get some sleep."

"Liar." Bai Hemian held that hand and used all his strength to speak a complete sentence, "How could it be so fast?"

The corners of Feng Qisong's lips curled up: "I will come back to spend the New Year with you."

"It's a word."

"It's a deal." Feng Qisong pulled his hand to his lips, pressed a shallow kiss, and then said, "Let's go."

Bai Hemian's heart was suddenly raised by these two words, and with the sound of closing the door, it hung high.He knew that if Second Brother Feng didn't come back, his heart would not be at peace, but he put his hands on his lower abdomen and forced himself to close his eyes.

Feng Qisong has Feng Qisong's battlefield, and Bai Hemian also has it.

In the next few days, Qian Shan took care of the young master with trepidation, for fear that he would lose his temper because of the absence of Second Master Feng, and even Old Master Xun was going to live in Feng's house in case of emergencies, who knew that Bai Hemian should eat, It's time to sleep, never fooling around, sometimes walking around in the yard to exercise when I have time.

After Qian Shan was free, he couldn't help asking: "Young Master, do you want to send a telegram to Second Master?"

Bai Hemian stepped on the snow in the courtyard with his hands in his hands: "I took a picture, can the second master receive it?"

"I'm afraid I can't."

"Then what else did I shoot?" He squinted at Qian Shan.

Qian Shan was at a loss for words for a moment: "What if..."

"Come on, what's in case?" Bai Hemian stepped on a snow pit and threw a few stones into it, "Besides, if Chen Beidou intercepts my telegram, it will definitely give Feng Er Brother is causing trouble."

"Yes, yes." Qian Shan nodded in embarrassment, and slipped away for any reason.

Qian Shan went to find Mr. Xun.

He rambled on for a while, and finally asked: "Old Master Xun, you said that the young master is like this, how can you be better?"

Mr. Xun, who was wearing reading glasses, raised his head inexplicably: "Isn't the young master very good?"

"But he doesn't make trouble!" Qian Shan lay on the table, puzzled, "I see that the second young lady of other people's family likes to make trouble when her husband is not at home."

"Qianshan," Mr. Xun slammed the medical book on his head with a headache, "Is our Second Young Mistress a woman?"

"no……"

"No, how could it be possible to cry? Besides, even if you are a woman, who told you that your husband will make trouble if he is not at home?"

"Can……"

"Nothing to worry about." Elder Xun impatiently drove Qian Shan out of the house, "Go home and see the young master, if something happens, the second master will definitely ask you when he comes back!"

Qian Shan was trembling all over, fearing that Bai Hemian would really make a fuss, he hurried back to the closed house and found Young Master Bai reading in the study.

"Why are you sweating all over?" Bai Hemian raised his head when he heard the footsteps, with joy in his eyes, "Did you hear from Second Brother Feng?"

Qian Shan choked suddenly, not daring to look into Bai Hemian's eyes: "Second master is still on the way, and I think he will be able to send a telegram home in two days."

Bai Hemian was not very disappointed when he heard the words, his attention quickly returned to the book, and he was not affected by Qian Shan's words at all.

Qian Shan rubbed the tip of his nose, thinking of Mr. Xun's words, he didn't dare to say anything.

"Where can I get a telegram?" Bai Hemian said to himself, "If I send a telegram, it will probably be intercepted by Chen Beidou. It's better not to take a telegram..."

He sees it clearly, not because he doesn't want to be the second brother, but because he remembers the promise of the second brother.

He will accompany him for the New Year.

As the end of the new year approached, the tense atmosphere in Jinling City eased a little. Bai Hemian took Qian Shan out to buy new year's goods, and brought back three or four bundles of firecrackers, saying that they would be set off on New Year's Eve.

"Perhaps Second Brother Feng will be back." He rubbed his hands and smiled, "He promised."

Qian Shan jumped off the horse, carrying all the things that the young master bought on his back. Hearing this, he also echoed: "Isn't that right? It's been almost two weeks since I've been here, there should be some news."

"No news is good news." Bai Hemian muttered suddenly and thoughtlessly. After finishing speaking, without giving Qian Shan any time to react, he turned his head and entered the closed house, and went to see Mr. Xun for his pulse.

Mr. Xun hadn't given the exact words yet, so he had to meditate for about ten minutes every time he checked the pulse, and then repeated "it's fine" several times, and finally read medical books like an old monk in meditation.

Bai Hemian wanted to ask, but couldn't find a chance, so he rubbed his stomach and went back to his and Brother Feng's bedroom in frustration.

Are there any surprises?

Bai Hemian sighed, and was about to change his coat, when Qian Shan suddenly stumbled over, "Young Master...Young Master!"

"What happened?" His heart skipped a beat, he was afraid that something happened to Brother Feng.

"Chen Beidou took people to the Feng family's ancestral grave." Qian Shan's complexion gradually turned pale, and finally revealed a faint gray, "It is said that he was entrusted by the third master to help the uncle and the second master move the graves."

Bang!

Bai Hemian accidentally smashed the tea bowl in his hand: "Ridiculous!"

"Young master, this..."

"Qianshan, did Second Brother Feng leave the guards at home?" He put his coat back on his shoulders again, holding a golden hand stove, and pushed the door violently, "Call everyone, I'm here today, Let's see who dares to break ground on the Feng family's territory!"