Chapter 1257

"Why didn't you send someone to report?" Mo Lingyuan threw down his chopsticks and asked in a deep voice.

He was originally cold-tempered, but at the moment he was extremely serious, and he seemed to be suppressing a little anger, which made the fourth aunt jump.

The fourth aunt hurriedly explained: "It's not that we deliberately wanted to hide it, but the master forbade us to tell you that during that time, Second Young Master Mo had just passed away, and you had to deal with the affairs of the Mohist army in order to find the murderer. Dystocia, the little lady gave birth to an extremely dangerous one.

The master issued a death order, and we are not allowed to make trouble for you.

Usually the master's health has been bad, we thought that if the time is longer and the care is more careful, the master will get better as before, so we don't care, who knows..."

The fourth auntie cried again while talking: "Who knows that after all, I am getting older, and I am getting worse every day. The master asked me to come over and invite you to come over. He said that there are some things that have been pressed in my heart for a long time, and I want to say come out......

Otherwise, you will die with regret. "

With a "click", the chopsticks broke in two in Mo Lingyuan's hands.

Mo Lingyuan threw away his chopsticks, raised his foot and walked out.

Chu Yunyao chased after him: "Ling Yuan, you wait for me, I will go there with you."

Mo Lingyuan was about to refuse, when Chu Yunyao said: "I am good at medicine, if I go to give the old man a pulse, it will be considered as full of Xiu'er's filial piety."

Mo Lingyuan thought about it and agreed.

Chu Yunyao hugged Siyu, and said to Chi Yebai: "Master Chi, let's go after dinner, we don't have time to accompany you."

Chi Yebai: "..."

Chi Yebai waved his hand: "Go, go, you are already our own people, and the owner of this workshop is not polite to you."

Chu Yunyao took the crying fourth aunt into the carriage together, and rushed to the Governor's Mansion...

In another courtyard.

Mo Lingwei twisted the box and stood at the door, looking up at the exquisite three-story small western-style building in front of her.

Gu Wei greeted him at the door, as if he was waiting for the hostess who had gone a long way, with a bit of joy in his words: "Young Madam, you are back."

Mo Lingwei withdrew her gaze, looked at Gu Wei, and said coldly, "Is Xiu'er in his hands?"

"Yes." Gu Wei answered every question.

"I want to see Xiu'er."

"The young master is upstairs." Gu Wei bent over and made a gesture of invitation: "Young madam can just go upstairs."

Mo Lingwei grasped the suitcase in her hand, and dug her nails into her palm: "I want to see Feng Shaojin."

"Please go upstairs, my master is waiting for you upstairs." Gu Wei's tone was light, but there was warmth.

Mo Lingwei looked at the threshold and knew what it would mean once she stepped in.

She stood there, silent for a long time, until the night fell, and the lanterns hanging on the eaves were already lit.

It seemed that only a moment passed, and time seemed to stand still.

Feng Shaojin stood at the window, opened a corner of the curtain, his heart seemed to be tormenting in a boiling oil pan, and he tried his best to restrain his urge to rush downstairs to carry her up.

He was betting that since Mo Lingwei had come here, he would never ignore Xiu'er's existence.

But he really couldn't wait any longer. When he saw her standing quietly in the yard, motionless, as if the soles of her feet had taken root, she refused to move half a step, and became anxious again.

Even though he knew that without his permission, the guards at the gate of the courtyard would never let her out, but he was still afraid that she would retreat and disappear from his sight.

Everything seemed to be in a dream, until Mo Lingwei's footsteps finally started to move...