Sheng Zhengye looked at Feng Yuanchen who was in a hurry: "Father is still in the palace for treatment, is the palace already peaceful?"

Feng Yuanchen nodded: "Hasn't the master come out yet?" How long has it been?"

"It's been an hour, and I don't know what's going on inside, and my father didn't say what he needed, but everything was quiet." Sheng Zhengye sighed again after speaking.

"Well, with the master here, it will be fine." Feng Yuanchen comforted.

"Yes, father, mother, Yuanchen is right, why don't you go back to the house to rest first, Yuanchen and I are guarding here, and it will be fine with grandpa." Sheng Hanmo looked at the white sky and knew that it was going to dawn, so he dissuaded his parents to go back first.

Sheng Zhengye watched the sky getting brighter, and knew that there were still many things to deal with during the day, so he didn't delay any longer and went back with Qi Xinyue first.

"That...... Your mother and I will go back first, and when we have news, we will tell us immediately, and I will take care of the affairs of the house during the day." Sheng Zhengye advised.

Feng Yuanchen nodded, and said to Sheng Hanmo, "You can go back too."

"No, I'll wait here with you." Sheng Hanmo sat down as he spoke.

Sheng Hanmo and Feng Yuanchen sat at the stone table outside the courtyard, neither of them spoke.

Sheng Hanmo looked at Feng Yuanchen, who was sitting opposite him, and felt a little guilty in his heart: "It's because I'm useless that I let my sister lead the troops."

"No, Zhiyao is right when she says something, although we are all men, and it is our duty to protect our wives and children, but she has the ability, so she can't sit still." Feng Yuanchen was a little choked up when he said this.

Sheng Hanmo stretched out his hand and patted Feng Yuanchen gently: "My sister has always been like this, although I don't know martial arts, I can only read sage books, so my sister understands more clearly than me."

Feng Yuanchen nodded.

Both of them were silent for a long time, and Feng Yuanchen asked, "Spring is coming soon, are you ready?"

"Well, I'm ready." Sheng Hanmo glanced at Feng Yuanchen: "It's you, after this matter settles down, do you still plan to go back to the barracks?"

Feng Yuanchen shook his head: "No, when I finish dealing with the matter here, I will accompany Zhi Yao."

Sheng Hanmo smiled, "It's good that you can think like this."

"I didn't know how to express it before, but since I went to the battlefield, I know that life and death are in an instant, and I regret not expressing it in time." Feng Yuanchen said with emotion.

"yes." Sheng Hanmo nodded approvingly, "But my sister is indeed braver than us people, at least she faces anything directly, and escaping really can't solve the problem."

"Yes! I sometimes think that she is a six-year-old girl who lives more clearly than all of us, but unfortunately, I can't be as smart as her."

Feng Yuanchen's eyes moistened as he spoke, and he lowered his head and took a few deep breaths, trying to control his emotions.

Sheng Hanmo patted Feng Yuanchen on the shoulder: "You are not bad, you have survived so many changes since you were a child, aren't you bitter now?" My sister is the goddess prophesied by the Heavenly Master, so she will be fine."

Listening to Sheng Hanmo's comfort, Feng Yuanchen barely squeezed out a smile: "I know that I will definitely protect her in the future, and nothing like this will happen again."

"Well, both father and mother believe in you, and I believe that you will do well." Sheng Hanmo looked at Feng Yuanchen seriously, "It's just that with my sister's temper, I'm afraid it's impossible not to get hurt."

Feng Yuanchen nodded, thinking of Sheng Zhiyao's stubborn character, he felt a headache: "I know, when I was a child, I thought she was different from other girls, jumping up and down all day long."

"Yes! I remember one ......."

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky finally revealed a touch of orange.

There was a muffled sound in the old marquis's room, and the hearts of the two were instantly tightened.

Feng Yuanchen stood up: "Master!"

The door creaked open, the old marquis and Hongxue walked out, the wrinkles on his face were wrinkled, the green tendons on the back of the old hand were prominent, he walked in front of Feng Yuanchen and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, Zhiyao is still asleep, but he can't move for fear of pulling the wound on his back."

Sheng Han was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Feng Yuanchen in surprise: "Is my sister okay?"

"Well, it's out of danger, it's just ......." The old marquis's face suddenly became solemn.

"Just what?" Sheng Hanmo asked, wondering in his heart, could it be that something was wrong with his sister?

"It's just that I lost a bit of blood, and now my body is very weak, and I need to recuperate well during this time, but fortunately, the sword didn't hit the fatal part this time, as long as I recuperate a little, I should be able to recover." The old marquis's tone was very firm.

Hearing the words of the old marquis, Sheng Hanmo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, let's go see Zhiyao."

The two walked into the house quickly, but unexpectedly found Sheng Zhiyao lying on the bed asleep.

"Sister, why are you lying here?" Sheng Han asked indifferently with concern, and was stopped by Feng Yuanchen just halfway through speaking.

"Don't disturb her, don't wake her up yet."

"The wound is on the back, and there is no way to lie down." The old marquis glanced at Feng Yuanchen helplessly.

Feng Yuanchen also knew that Sheng Zhiyao should not move now, but when he saw her lying there, his heart couldn't help but ache, and he lightly helped Sheng Zhiyao tuck the corners of the quilt, and then retreated.

Sheng Hanmo was a little distressed when he saw Feng Yuanchen like this: "You go and rest first, I'm tired all night, and we're here here."

"It's okay, I'm just here waiting for her to wake up." Feng Yuanchen refused.

The old marquis was also helpless, he knew that Sheng Hanmo was for the good of Feng Yuanchen.

"Master, go to sleep, it's okay for me to be alone."

Seeing that Feng Yuanchen insisted, the old marquis agreed to come down and went to the study to rest.

"I'll wait here for my master to wake up." Hongxue walked to the edge of the couch and lay down.

Seeing this, Feng Yuanchen smiled helplessly: "I wanted to ask you, where did you run away just now?"

When Hongxue heard this, she hurriedly raised her head: "Of course it's to kill Feng Yuanqing."

Sheng Hanmo listened to it admit so neatly, and there were some doubts in his heart: "Really killed by you?"

"How could it! As soon as I wanted to do it, the emperor said that he would behead the public, and I wanted to forget it, but I ran to the dungeon and destroyed the old witch's face and eyes." Hongxue raised her neck proudly.

Feng Yuanchen was a little surprised, it turned out that it went to the dungeon and disfigured Qi Guifei, no wonder it looked angry.

"Are you alright, you're not hurt, are you?" Feng Yuanchen asked worriedly.

Hongxue wagged her tail: "No, how could I be injured, it's just that the old witch saw me and was so frightened that she knelt directly on the ground."

Sheng Hanmo listened to Hongxue's words, and couldn't help crying and laughing: "She even knelt down for you?"

"Not really!"

"She hasn't knelt down in her life!" Feng Yuanchen couldn't help laughing as he spoke, this little thing is too funny.