Chapter 1543

Seeing Mo Lingwei's sullen face, Xiu'er nodded ignorantly.

Mo Lingwei didn't know whether he had listened or not.

Feng Shaojin disassembled the pistol and put it back into the box, "Xiu'er can be disassembled and used as a toy, but you can't shoot like today, you know?

Xiu'er wants to practice aiming and shooting, I can teach you in other ways. "

Feng Shaojin didn't want to stay here any longer and touch Mo Lingwei's bad luck, so as not to provoke her to break up with him again, he simply led Xiu'er outside: "Uncle will take you to play in the yard for a while, let's go."

Mo Lingwei's gaze swept across Xiu'er's injured palm, and was about to stop it.

Feng Shaojin hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I will let him protect his hands."

He sighed, stroked her porcelain-white face with his fingertips, and put her hair hanging down her cheeks behind her ears, "Ling Wei, I'm really busy, I finally got time to visit you today, next time I don't know when I will come again.

Maybe half a month, maybe a month, maybe..."

He pulled his thin lips, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his handsome face: "If someone accidentally dies on the battlefield, and it happens to be as you wished, maybe I won't bother you again in this life." up.

I took him to play in the yard for half an hour, and after half an hour, I was about to leave. "

After he finished speaking, he took Xiu'er's wrist and left the study room, leaving Mo Lingwei standing alone at the door of the study room in a daze.

She walked to the window and looked at the two people playing in the yard. It was as if a drop of ink fell into the transparent clear water. The dark color spread along the ripples of the water. Floating here and there, unable to find an exit.

My heart was suffocated for no reason, and the pain was severe.

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In the middle of the night, Mo Lingyuan lifted the curtain, walked into the brightly lit bedroom, and saw Chu Yunyao lying on the head of the bed, holding a small portrait in his hand, looking at it intently.

Even when he entered the bedroom, he didn't hear his footsteps.

Ginseng and chicken soup was simmering on the stove, and the broth was gurgling in the earthen pot. White mist rose up and disappeared soon.

Mo Lingyuan took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, walked to the bed, pinched her thin and pointed face: "Have you not rested so late? Want to repair?"

Chu Yunyao handed him the photo, and was about to throw off the quilt and get up: "I simmered soup for you, and made some for you to drink, to warm your body."

Mo Lingyuan held her down, "Don't move, I will do it myself."

He stood up, filled a big bowl, took the chopsticks and went back to the edge of the bed, picked a piece of simmering and crispy meat in it and fed it to her mouth: "You should eat more too, you see you are doing it for me. How thin have you become?"

Chu Yunyao frowned, touched his thin cheek with a smile, "Ling Yuan, how long will this battle be conservatively estimated to be? One year, three years, five years, eight years or ten years?"

Mo Lingyuan paused: "It's not difficult to defeat the Gong family. Before I fell into a coma, I had already defeated the Gong family. Now that I wake up, the Gong family is about to be cornered by me.

The Gong family is still able to hold on today, probably because they have completely surrendered to the Orientals and Westerners.

Foreign enemies want to use the hands of the Gong family to eat us up.

Now the Mohist army is not fighting against the Gong family, but the Orientals and Westerners behind the Gong family.

It will take at least three to five years to completely drive them out of our country. "

"Three to five years." Chu Yunyao murmured in a low voice, swipe across the photo with her fingertips: "I want to find a chance to go to the south and bring Xiu'er back."