With Wang Jinling's advice, Feng Qingchen finally made up his mind to go to the front line of Night City. After arranging the affairs in the house in detail, Feng Qingchen prepared to take the Eighteenth Cavalry to the front line. On the left bank, Ling Mo and Xue Lang stayed to protect Feng Qingchen.
Security throughout the house.
When Sun Sixing learned about the front line, he packed his bags and walked to Feng Qingchen with the medicine box: "Master, I want to go too."
There are tens of thousands of injured soldiers on the battlefield. In addition to saving people, he can also improve his medical skills. At least he can go one step further in treating external injuries.
"Sixing, on the battlefield..." Feng Qingchen's words of rejection had just begun when he was interrupted by Sun Sixing: "Master, the wounded soldiers have been placed in the camp. If they are fine, I will be fine too."
Sun Sixing not only learned Feng Qingchen's medical skills, but also Feng Qingchen's stubbornness. No matter how Feng Qingchen tried to persuade him, he insisted on going to the front line, and Feng Qingchen had no choice but to agree.
Sun Sixing was leaving, so Ling Mo naturally had to follow. Ling Mo's wounds were no longer serious, but he was still unable to speak and had to drink liquid food, but it did not affect his journey.
With Ling Mo protecting Sun Sixing, Feng Qingchen felt more at ease and would naturally not object.
The two masters of the Feng Mansion were preparing to go out, and everyone in the Feng Mansion was busy. Even Qin Baoer, who had always been excluded, knew about this.
Qin Bao'er specially found someone who was at the same time as Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing, and expressed his intention quietly: She also knows some medical skills and can help at the front line, and she also wants to go.
Feng Qingchen listened patiently to Qin Baoer's words, and then said extremely succinctly: "No."
"Why?" Qin Baoer's body swayed, and Feng Qingchen suspected that she would fall down, but she stood firm after shaking twice.
Feng Qingchen knew that this girl had a strong endurance, so she would not be polite: "Can you ride a horse?"
"No." There is a carriage, why would you ride a horse?
"Can you do laundry and cook?"
"No." If she has a servant, why would she need to do this?
"Can you pitch a tent and light a fire?"
"No." Wasn't Feng Qingchen deliberately trying to make things difficult for her if Shiba was riding there?
Qin Baoer blinked his big wet eyes and spoke out his questions one by one. Feng Qingchen replied in a good temper: "We are in a hurry this trip, so we don't know how to ride in a carriage. We have to go very fast all the way, braving the cold wind.
.There are only us and the Eighteen Cavalrymen along the way, and there are no maids to serve you."
Seeing that Qin Baoer still couldn't understand, Feng Qingchen made it clear again: "Eighteen riders have to carry out the task of protecting us along the way, and they have to do every trivial matter themselves. If Miss Qin thinks she can do it, she won't hinder us, and she won't hinder us.
I won’t get sick on the road because of my delicate body, so I welcome Miss Qin to go with us, after all, one more person will help us a lot."
"I, I... think about it again." It's not that Qin Baoer is timid and shrinking, it's just that she can't do what Feng Qingchen said at all.
"Miss Qin, think about it slowly, we will set off in two days." Feng Qingchen reminded Qin Baoer kindly so that she would not miss the time.
Qin Baoer responded softly and turned around to go back to the room. His figure looked a bit depressed and lonely. Sun Sixing sighed softly and silently looked away.
There are some things that you need to think clearly on your own. Feng Qingchen did not persuade Sun Sixing and left him some space to think carefully.
When it was time to set off, the servants in Feng Mansion were free. Feng Qingchen had nothing to do. He had been accompanying Feng Jin for the past two days, packing up fabrics for Feng Jin so that Chun Hue and the others could sew clothes for Feng Jin.
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Children look the same every day. Feng Jin's clothes are made according to Feng Jin's size because Feng Qingchen doesn't allow his servants to make them bigger. Anyway, there is no shortage of materials in their house. The good materials given by the Queen Mother are piled up in several warehouses.
The material will become moldy if kept for a long time, so why not cut more clothes for Feng Jin.
The day before leaving, Feng Qingchen was discussing with Chun Hui the color of Feng Jin's spring clothes. The housekeeper came over and said, "Miss Feng, the owner of the No. 1 village in the world wants to see you."
"The No. 1 Village in the World? Who is he?" Feng Qingchen didn't react for a moment, but then he thought it was Bu Jingyun, and a smile naturally appeared on his face: "It seems that he is here to pick up Miss Qin."
The trouble was finally put away.
Although Qin Baoer is not difficult to raise, she has to be coaxed and surrounded by people all the time, otherwise she will be depressed and fall ill when depressed. Feng Qingchen feels that there is a lot of pressure to have such a Buddha here.
Qin Baoer is so weak and has a sad temperament. If something happens in Feng Mansion, or she gets sick from boredom, she really has no way to explain it to Lan Jiuqing.
"Go and tell Miss Qin that Master Bu is here." When the person was picked up, Feng Qingchen did not hide her intention to send Qin Baoer away in front of the housekeeper.
I didn't show it before because I was afraid that if the servants saw it, they would neglect Qin Baoer.
"Yes." The housekeeper chuckled and sent a little girl to tell Qin Baoer.
"Bu Jingyun, what's wrong with you?" Feng Qingchen realized something was wrong as soon as he stepped into the flower hall.
Bu Jingyun was covered in dust, with a shaggy beard and bloodshot eyes. He looked like a lonely middle-aged uncle who had aged for decades.
"Qingchen..." Bu Jingyun choked with grief, which made Feng Qingchen's heart sink. Her voice lowered unconsciously: "Bu Jingyun, what happened?"
There was something wrong with this look. Something big must have happened, otherwise Bu Jingyun wouldn't be like this.
Bu Jingyun covered his face with his hands, squatted down, curled up into a ball, and said painfully: "Qingchen, Qingchen, Jiuqing, Jiuqing..."
"What's wrong with Jiu Qing? Is he injured?" Feng Qingchen asked anxiously, but Bu Jingyun didn't say anything. He hugged his head and cried. Feng Qingchen was so anxious that he kicked Bu Jingyun with his foot.
Bu Jingyun was unprepared and fell backwards. At this moment, Qin Baoer walked in and saw Feng Qingchen kicking Bu Jingyun to roll on the ground. Qin Baoer lifted up his skirt and rushed towards Bu Jingyun.
Next to Bu Jingyun, he squatted down, helped him up, and asked worriedly: "Brother Jingyun, are you okay?"
Bu Jingyun still didn't speak, just shook his head and covered his face with his hands. If Bu Jingyun hadn't mentioned Lan Jiuqing, Feng Qingchen would have suspected that the No. 1 village in the world had gone bankrupt.
"Sister Qingchen, how could you do anything to Brother Jingyun? Even if there is something wrong with Brother Jingyun, you can just tell him. Look at Brother Jingyun now, how pitiful he is." Qin Baoer took out the handkerchief and wiped it.
Corner of eye.
Feng Qingchen was in no mood to pay attention to Qin Baoer, so he raised his leg and kicked Bu Jingyun again: "Bu Jingyun, don't pretend to be dead. Tell me what happened to Lan Jiuqing?"
"What? Something happened to Jiu Qing?" Qin Baoer was stunned now: "Brother Jingyun, what happened? What happened to Jiu Qing? Tell me quickly."
Qin Baoer didn't have time to care about Bu Jingyun at this moment, and quickly pulled Bu Jingyun's clothes and asked him, his face was pale and pitiful, even Feng Qingchen couldn't bear that look, not to mention Bu Jingyun.
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"Bao'er..." Bu Jingyun finally let go of his hand and looked at Qin Bao'er with tears on his face, as if he couldn't bear it but couldn't help but say it. He hesitated again and again, closed his eyes and shouted: "Bao'er, Jiu Qing, Jiu Qing