1761Bad news, this is not true...
With Wang Jinling's advice, Feng Qingchen finally made up his mind to go to the front line in Night City. After arranging the affairs in the mansion in detail, Feng Qingchen prepared to take the eighteen riders to the front line. Zuo An, Ling Mo and Xue Lang all stayed behind to protect the safety of the Feng Mansion.
When Sun Sixing learned about the situation at the front, he packed his bag, carried his medicine box and walked to Feng Qingchen: "Master, I want to go too."
There are tens of thousands of wounded soldiers on the battlefield. In addition to being able to save lives, he can also improve his medical skills. At least in terms of treating external injuries, he can go further.
"Sixing, on the battlefield..." Feng Qingchen had just opened her mouth to refuse when she was interrupted by Sun Sixing: "Master, the wounded are all in the tents. 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 persuaded him, he insisted on going to the front line, and Feng Qingchen had no choice but to agree.
Sun Sixing wanted to go, so Ling Mo naturally had to follow. Ling Mo's wound was no longer serious, but he could not speak yet 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 naturally would not object.
The two masters of Feng Mansion were about to go out, and everyone in Feng Mansion was busy. Even Qin Baoer, who had always been excluded, knew about this.
Qin Baoer deliberately found a time when Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing were both there, and quietly expressed her intention: she also knew some medical skills, and could help at the front line, and she also wanted to go.
Feng Qingchen listened to Qin Baoer patiently, and then said very concisely: "No."
"Why?" Qin Baoer's body swayed, and Feng Qingchen suspected that she would fall down, but after shaking twice, she stood firm.
Feng Qingchen knew that this girl had a strong endurance, so she was not polite: "Can you ride a horse?"
"No." Why ride a horse when there is a carriage?
"Can you wash clothes and cook?"
"No." There are servants and maids already, so why does she need to do all this?
"Can you set up a tent and make a fire?"
"No." Aren't there eighteen riders here? Is Feng Qingchen deliberately making things difficult for her?
Qin Baoer blinked her wet eyes and asked all her questions. Feng Qingchen replied in a good-tempered manner: "We are in a hurry, so we will not take a carriage. We will ride fast all the way in the cold wind. There will only be us and the eighteen riders along the way, and no maids will serve you."
Feng Qingchen saw that Qin Baoer still couldn't understand, so he pointed it out again: "Along the way, the eighteen riders have to perform the task of protecting us, and they have to do all the trivial things themselves. If Miss Qin thinks she can do it, and won't drag us down, and won't get sick on the way because of her frail body, then I welcome Miss Qin to go with us. After all, one more person means one more help."
"I, I... think about it again." It's not that Qin Baoer was timid and retreated, but she really couldn't do what Feng Qingchen said.
"Ms. Qin, take your time to think about it. We will set off in two days." Feng Qingchen kindly reminded Qin Baoer so that she would not miss the time.
Qin Baoer responded softly and turned back to her room. Her figure looked somewhat depressed and lonely. Sun Sixing sighed softly and silently withdrew his gaze.
Some things need to be thought through by oneself. Feng Qingchen did not persuade Sun Sixing, leaving him space to think carefully.
As the departure time approached, the servants in the Feng Mansion became idle, and Feng Qingchen had nothing to do. He spent the past two days accompanying Feng Jin and packing cloth for Feng Jin so that Chun Hui and the others could sew clothes for Feng Jin.
Children change every day. Feng Qingchen did not allow the servants to make Feng Jin's clothes bigger, and insisted on making them according to Feng Jin's size. Anyway, there was no shortage of materials in their house. The good materials bestowed by the Empress Dowager were piled up in several warehouses. These materials would get moldy if left for a long time, so it would be better to make more clothes for Feng Jin.
The day before leaving, Feng Qingchen was discussing with Chun Hui the pattern of Feng Jinchun's clothes, when the housekeeper came over and said, "Miss Feng, the owner of the No. 1 Manor in the World wants to see you."
"Number One Manor in the World? Who is that?" Feng Qingchen didn't react for a moment, then he realized it was Bu Jingyun, and a smile appeared on his face naturally: "It looks like he is here to pick up Miss Qin."
Finally got rid of the trouble.
Although Qin Baoer is not difficult to raise, she needs people to coax her and be around her all the time, otherwise she will become depressed and fall ill. Feng Qingchen feels very stressed having such a Buddha here.
Qin Baoer was so weak and she was a melancholy person. If anything happened in Feng Mansion or she got sick from being depressed, she would have no way to explain to Lan Jiuqing.
"Go tell Miss Qin that Master Bu is here." The person to pick her up arrived, and Feng Qingchen did not hide his intention to send Qin Baoer away in front of the housekeeper.
I didn't show it before because I was afraid that the servants would see it and neglect Qin Baoer, which would be bad.
"Yes." The housekeeper chuckled and sent a little girl to tell Qin Baoer.
"Bu Jingyun, what's wrong with you?" Feng Qingchen found something wrong as soon as he stepped into the flower hall.
Bu Jingyun was covered in dust, had a stubbled beard, and bloodshot eyes. He looked like he had aged decades, like a lonely middle-aged man.
"Qingchen..." Bu Jingyun choked with grief, causing Feng Qingchen's heart to sink. He lowered his voice unconsciously, "Bu Jingyun, what happened?"
This expression is very wrong. Something big must have happened, otherwise Bu Jingyun would not 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 he..."
"What happened to Jiuqing? Is he injured?" Feng Qingchen asked anxiously, but Bu Jingyun said nothing. He just held his head and cried, which made Feng Qingchen so anxious that she kicked Bu Jingyun.
Bu Jingyun was caught off guard and fell backwards. At this moment, Qin Baoer walked in and saw Feng Qingchen kicking Bu Jingyun to the ground. Qin Baoer picked up her skirt and rushed to Bu Jingyun. She squatted beside him, helped him up, and asked worriedly, "Brother Jingyun, are you okay?"
Bu Jingyun still didn't say anything, just shook his head, still covering his face with his hands. If Bu Jingyun hadn't mentioned Lan Jiuqing, Feng Qingchen would have suspected that the number one manor in the world had gone bankrupt.
"Sister Qingchen, how could you hit Brother Jingyun? Even if there was something wrong with Brother Jingyun, just say something to him. Look at how pitiful Brother Jingyun looks now." Qin Baoer took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes.
Feng Qingchen was in no mood to pay attention to Qin Baoer. He raised his leg and kicked Bu Jingyun again: "Bu Jingyun, stop pretending to be dead. Tell me what happened to Lan Jiuqing?"
"What? Jiuqing got into trouble?" This time it was Qin Baoer's turn to be stunned: "Brother Jingyun, what happened? What happened to Jiuqing? Tell me quickly."
Qin Baoer had no time to care about Bu Jingyun now. She hurriedly pulled Bu Jingyun's clothes and asked him questions. Her little face was pale and looked pitiful. Even Feng Qingchen felt a little sorry for him, not to mention Bu Jingyun.
"Bao'er..." Bu Jingyun finally let go of her hand and looked at Qin Bao'er with tears on his face. He seemed reluctant but couldn't help but say it. After hesitating for a long time, he closed his eyes and shouted: "Bao'er, Jiuqing, Jiuqing, he, he is gone..."