Chapter 1226

Mo Lingwei's face was blue and white, her fingers clenched into fists.

For a woman who is still in the boudoir, it is a shame and humiliation for a woman to conceive before marriage, but Feng Shaojin casually told Mo Jinlan.

Even if the relationship between Mo Jinlan and him is so good that they can talk about everything, this man can't disregard her face at all, tell others about this kind of thing, and let others question her like this.

Mo Lingwei has always been able to take it easy and let it go. After returning from the south, she changed the story of the constant cutting and messing with Feng Shaojin.

From then on, one is different from the other, and everyone is happy.

But at this moment, a trace of hatred surged up.

Mo Lingwei vetoed it: "No, I am born with a cold body, how could I be pregnant, even if I am pregnant, if the child in my belly cannot be accepted by the world, I would rather kill him than let him be born, so as not to be pregnant. He has lived his life in gossip and invective."

Her tone was messy, her aura was harsh, and her eyes were cold.

Originally, Mo Jinlan was just probing. Seeing Mo Lingwei's determination, she felt even more upset. She stood up and said goodbye: "I haven't packed my luggage for tomorrow, so I'm going back to my room first."

"Please." Mo Lingwei's voice was cold, without even raising her eyelids.

Mo Jinlan walked to the door, looked back at Xiu'er again, wanted to say something, hesitated to speak, finally sighed, and left silently.

Mo Lingwei bathed Xiu'er, changed his clothes, put him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt: "Xiu'er is good, it's getting dark, I'm going to sleep, when I wake up tomorrow, we will go down the mountain.

I can see my father and mother tomorrow, is Xiu'er happy? "

Xiu'er lay in Mo Lingwei's arms, looked at Mo Lingwei for a long time, nodded slightly, and closed his eyes.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Is Xiu'er responding to her?

Mo Lingwei almost cried with joy.

In the middle of the night, the night was dark and windy, and everything was quiet.

The sound of fighting with swords clashing outside the wing room filled the sky, and inside the wing room, Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er, who had always been awake, slept unconsciously.

Even the occasional earth-shattering gunshots did not wake them up from their deep sleep.

After the uproar, the temple fell into an eerie calm.

The door of the wing was pushed open.

Two people walked in side by side from the outside, Feng Baizhe glanced at the nanny lying on the low couch, and unfolded the folding fan: "I thought that the eldest lady of the Mo family should be more delicate, but I didn't expect to bring only one nanny with me. "

Mo Jinlan's tone was sarcasm: "I thought Buddhism was a quiet place, but I didn't expect people from the Feng family to be placed in such a place. It really opened my eyes."

Feng Baizhe was not annoyed, he waved his folding fan slowly, and said in a firm tone, "This temple is left over from the previous dynasty. It used to be a royal temple. Although the dynasty has changed, the masters in this temple have also changed several times.

But the Feng family's familiarity with this temple is no less than that of the former imperial palace.

It is very convenient to arrange some people to be here as internal responders. "

Mo Jinlan said "Oh", "So, this temple should have another secret way to go down the mountain quickly?"

"Of course." Feng Baizhe admitted without hesitation, closed the folding fan in his hand, and lit the unconscious two people on the bed: "According to what we agreed at the beginning, the child belongs to you, Miss Mo belongs to me... ...."

With that said, he took two steps forward, walked to the edge of the bed, and reached out to hug Mo Lingwei.

"Stop!" A long whip suddenly attacked him fiercely, and lashed at the back of Feng Baizhe's hand.

The sharp barbs on the long whip scraped a deep wound on the back of Feng Baizhe's white hand...