Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

Feng Yanzhang's face changed drastically, but his favorability was there, so he quickly unbuttoned his shirt that was covered in vomit, lifted up Xu Bai's clean upper body a little, and let him lean his head forward, "Still want to vomit?"

In this position, Feng Yanzhang was behind him and couldn't reach him at all.

Xu Bai stopped vomiting. His head was shaking as if his neck could not support him. It was Feng Yanzhang who helped him hold it up.

The doctor came and saw the servants cleaning up the mess nearby. The unpleasant smell made the doctor guess that someone had vomited. The bowl of shredded chicken noodles was still there - Marshal Feng didn't like servants entering the room, and they usually only came to clean at fixed times. It was the same for Xu Bai now.

"Vomited." Feng Yanzhang's voice was a little anxious. He casually put on a shirt and Xu Bai leaned on his chest.

The doctor was furious. He said patiently, "Marshal, you can't eat so much when you just recovered from a serious illness. Did you eat all of that bowl?"

Feng Yanzhang didn't think about this. Besides, when he was feeding her, the actor didn't show any displeasure. Why did she vomit after eating?

"I never saw anyone so squeamish when I was in the military camp."

This was a sincere sigh. The doctor sighed again after hearing it. He felt that if he continued like this, he would get sick sooner or later. "Marshal, the people in the barracks are all talented people picked from hundreds. They are strong, but he is not." The doctor looked at the films brought back from the hospital. After reading them, he felt that it was not easy for an actor to survive to this time in such a chaotic period.

"He is in poor health. He needs to be more careful... He doesn't need to be sick, but he might be killed by shock."

This was a bit exaggerated, but the doctor's original intention was for Feng Yanzhang to treat him better. "If you want him to live longer, pay more attention to him."

The doctor's words woke Marshal Feng up. Yes, ever since Xiaochun died, the actor seemed to become extra clingy, saying love, kisses, sweet words, and obeying him in everything, never leaving the house.

There is nothing wrong with this, of course, but... for a bird with broken wings, its owner will sometimes miss the sight of it singing loudly on the branch.

Feng Yanzhang bought some snacks from Fenghai Road. He didn't know what Xu Bai liked to eat, so he asked him to buy a little of each. However, among so many cakes and pastries, there was no butterfly pastry.

Marshal Feng watched Xu Bai happily flipping through the books with his clumsy hands. Each one was opened, but the corners of his lips that were raised slowly flattened, and were even about to turn down in the end.

Butterfly cake.

Did Butterfly Pastry also leave like Xiaochun?

The actor stared at the table full of snacks in a daze, then walked back to the bedroom and threw himself on the bed.

Now he and Feng Yanzhang have moved into the master bedroom. The side room is filled with medical equipment and the mattress has been removed. Now that he can move slowly, he feels it is unlucky to sleep there, so the Marshal asked someone to move in directly.

Liu Er: [Can the male protagonist understand all the foreshadowing you have laid? ]

Xu Bai changed his posture, buried himself in the quilt more comfortably, and muttered softly, "I will make him understand."

The trouble with Feng Yanzhang is that he is conceited and self-righteous, which is a common problem for those in power. [How is Yun Sheng's old boss now? ]

Liu Er: [He is seriously ill, and his troupe has collapsed. Now he is only guarded by a few disciples who are unwilling to leave.]

Such chaotic times always test human nature more.

Xu Bai: [Liu'er, let them come to Beihuai. Yun Sheng couldn't save Xiaochun, so we have to let the old boss go in a dignified manner.]

Liu Er: [This involves space jumping. ]

Xu Bai: [I know. Has the last world been settled? The rewards from the settlement were exchanged for space jumps.]

Liu'er paused. It had never encountered or heard of such a thing. Xu Bai's performance in the first world was very good, but it didn't seem worthwhile to use this to exchange for Yun Sheng to see the old boss.

Xu Bai said with a playful smile: [Oh, hurry up and change it! If you can't bear to part with it, just give me a discount, 10% off! ]

Liu Er: [I’ll break your bones. ]

Even though they were arguing, Liu'er still looked at the authority and gave him a zero.

Xu Bai has his own idea. He wants the old owner to come and clear Yun Sheng's name as soon as possible. Otherwise, if it goes on like this, Feng Yanzhang will always feel that the actor is not clean and his favorability will never be full.

The Marshal always believed that the opera industry was dirty.

Besides...it's just a reward. Xu Bai is confident that the B-level world will give a lot. It's impossible for it to be all used up in one space jump, right?

Liu Er quietly opened the panel, and a faint green light hit his face. Xu Bai looked at his points that had dropped to single digits, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

……

"The young master has not come out of the room today. He didn't even eat the snacks I bought for him. Later, when I went to bring him some water, I found that he seemed to be crying. He also didn't touch the dinner I brought him." The maid reported to Feng Yanzhang dutifully. Seeing that his face was becoming more and more gloomy, she trembled a little and stammered, not saying a word.

Losing his temper?

Feng Yanzhang took off his cloak and went to the bedroom. He was buried in the thin blanket like a piece of paper. When he heard him come in, he raised his head and called out in a muffled voice, "Marshal."

"Cried?"

The actor was thinking about his old boss.

He had just fallen asleep and dreamed that everyone was singing together. The troupe owner came in from outside, holding a large bag of steaming buns in his hand. The fragrance wafted over from afar. The spirited old man in a dark grey gown greeted everyone, "Stop practicing, stop practicing, come quickly and eat buns!"

This was a rare item for them, so everyone went to get it. I stood at the end, holding the hot steamed bun in my hands, and asked, "Boss, where did you get it?"

"It's a gift from the old dealer." The bag in the boss's hand was empty. Apparently, he didn't leave any for himself. He urged him, "Don't just take it. Eat it quickly. It will get cold and smell fishy soon—"

The old boss was clearly smiling in a very kind manner, but his teeth were falling out one by one. There was no blood, but the mouth with only the gums left was very uncomfortable.

Xu Bai woke up suddenly!

"Marshal." Xu Bai clutched the bed sheet and raised his pale face. "Do you believe in dreams?"

Dream?

Feng Yanzhang only believes in the gun in his hand.

"A nightmare?" he asked casually.

Xu Bai was now eager to talk to someone, so he didn't care who this person was and started talking about what happened before he came to Beihuai.

The actor's ability to organize language is not good, and he has never attended an orthodox school. It can be said that he can do nothing except singing and recognizing lines. He repeatedly said that the old owner was very good to him, and would help them when they were bullied, especially not giving up on him because of his poor health.

[Feng Yanzhang’s Favorability: 85]

This time, Feng Dashuai knew that the actor was still alive despite his poor health because he had a good troupe owner. He compared the old troupe owner with Wang Ping in his mind, and regretted that he only broke Wang Ping's leg. He should have hit him in the chest.

Xu Bai began to choke up at the end of his speech, "...I miss him so much..."

It was not difficult for Feng Yanzhang to find someone. He leaned over and asked, "Yun Sheng, do you like me?"

"Hi, I like it."

The tall and fiery body pressed closer, "Stay by my side from now on." The man laughed in a low voice, and his breath enveloped the actor, "The past is all in the past. If you want to sing an opera, go to Guangxing Hall and let Fan Jie accompany you."

"...I like you, I like the Marshal."

He repeated these words numbly to numb his bleeding heart.

He even offered his lips.

Feng Yanzhang stroked his hair with satisfaction, "As long as you are obedient, you will get a lot of benefits. For example, if you want to meet someone, I can find them for you."

"Otherwise you'll end up like that soldier." The Marshal was always unconsciously threatening, his dark eyes fixed on Xu Bai's slender wrist, "He used his right hand to help you open the door, so I chopped off his right hand with a knife."

Xu Bai was shaking.

There were many scars on the back of his hands and arms where the gauze had just been removed, and a thin layer of scabs had formed on the bumps. He used his arms to hug Feng Yanzhang, pressing his flexible body against him gently, and rubbing his clear face against the crook of his neck.

Feng Yanzhang's eyelids twitched and he cursed in his heart.

Soon, the two of them started to get entangled.