Chapter 563

If Mo Lingyuan had really investigated this matter himself, and he hadn't found out the real culprit in two months, it would be fair to say that he was punished, but Mo Lingyuan was at his wits end and had to go to the battlefield, so how could he care about so many things?

The more Chu Yunyao thought about it, the more angry she became: "What does Gong Jue do? Why doesn't he let his two sons help investigate this matter? He..."

Fearing that Chu Yunyao would say something more radical, Mu Qing covered Chu Yunyao's mouth with a handkerchief in fright, made a "shh" gesture, and said with both hands: "Young Mistress, stop talking, the wall has ears. In case these words are spread by someone with a heart, and cause unnecessary troubles for the young marshal, the young marshal will make arrangements for this matter before he leaves.

The first son of Gong and the second son of Gong have not returned to Jincheng for a long time, and they are not as popular as the young marshal in the hearts of the people, and the president was also forced to make a stopgap measure.

Once there is turmoil, it is still ordinary people who suffer, and this is a situation that the young marshal does not want to see. "

Chu Yunyao knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, so she shut up, but her heart was still full of anger.

Mu Qing saw that Chu Yunyao was still angry, persuaded her for a while, and was about to leave when she happened to see Bao'er coming in, stared at her twice, wanted to say something, but felt that there was nothing to say, and sighed With a sound, he bowed his head and left.

At night, when night fell, Mo Lingwei's body finally got better. Although the fever on her body hadn't completely subsided, it had already subsided.

Chu Yunyao was afraid that she would be uncomfortable if she lay down all day, so she put a cushion on the pillow, let her lie on her back, and gave her some medicine.

Mo Lingwei was already full of classical temperament, demure as water, but this sickly appearance, at first glance, looked more and more fragile.

Illness like Xizi wins by three points.

Mo Lingwei's face was pale, and her voice was weak: "Please trouble sister-in-law."

Although Chu Yunyao is two years younger than herself, in Mo Lingwei's heart at this moment, Chu Yunyao has become her backbone.

Existed like a brother.

Chu Yunyao touched her small face, "It's good that you get well, he sent you some letters, I put them in your pillow, you can read them if you want.

Who can tell what will happen in the future? Maybe Feng Shaojin will die soon..."

Mo Lingwei thought she had misheard, her dry and pale lips moved, and she stared at Chu Yunyao in a daze.

Chu Yunyao sighed: "In the afternoon, Mu Qing came over and said that the war in the south was imminent, their commander's health would not recover for a while, and your brother would personally lead the troops to support.

Isn't the coach in the south the Feng family? Feng Shaojin must go to the front line.

This gun is short-sighted, maybe it fell on him, and he was injured again. If he knows the news of your illness, he might be distracted.

I just concealed your illness. Now that you are awake, make up your mind. Do you want to see him for the last time, or send him a reply letter, or just let him die completely? Regret going back south? "

Mo Lingwei's chaotic mind was completely blank, she looked at Chu Yunyao fixedly, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her eyes: "That's it, there is no future for me and him, it's okay to give up completely. good."

Chu Yunyao wanted to say something else, but Bao'er hurried in and said happily, "Miss, the young commander is back and is waiting for you in the Wangyue Pavilion. Go over and see the young commander."