Chu Yunyao was noncommittal, if Ling Wei didn't want to stay here, and could bring her back to Jincheng, why not?
How do you know it's impossible if you don't try it?
A wise man is sure to make a mistake when he is in a thousand worries. He is not afraid of ten thousand but only in case. What if he succeeds?
Feng Shaojin saw that Chu Yunyao was silent, with anger lingering in his brows and eyes, he walked out with long legs: "If the young lady doesn't agree, I won't let Mo Chengyue come here for a day.
After a long journey, the young lady should take a rest early, refresh yourself, and then stroll around the city to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the south.
All expenses incurred will be reimbursed by the Feng family. "
Chu Yunyao: "..."
After Feng Shaojin finished speaking, she stepped out of the door, got on her horse, and disappeared into the other courtyard.
Yun Da stood at the window and took a look outside the courtyard door, "Miss, there are guards inside and outside this courtyard, do you want to invite our people in?"
"No need." Chu Yunyao said: "Let them scatter in various places, inquire about the local news, analyze the current situation, and wait for Mu Qing to bring people to the south and contact us before making any plans."
Bao'er looked around, "There are everything in this other courtyard, but what does Feng Shao mean by not letting us see the young master?"
Yun Da said, "It's not that we are not allowed to see the young master, but I just don't want the young lady to take away the young lady of the Mo family. As long as we agree to his request, maybe he will let us see the young master."
Bao'er: "Miss, how about we first agree to Young Master Feng..."
Chu Yunyao took a deep breath: "First find out where Ling Wei lives. For Xiu'er, Ling Wei has been wronged for so long. If she doesn't want to stay here, I will try my best to take her away. .
As for whether it can be successful, we can only do our best to obey the destiny. "
…
In another courtyard.
Mo Lingwei cleaned up the freshly picked petals, and planned to dry them and soak them in water to make scented tea.
Xiu'er was sitting upright, seriously writing at the table.
Mo Lingwei raised her eyes and glanced at Xiu'er, her gentle eyebrows and eyes softened even more, her voice was as sweet as if wrapped in honey: "Xiu'er, you read and practice calligraphy all day long, at least you should take a rest and play for a while, go Take a walk around the yard.
You are still young, learning is a process that accumulates over time, don't be in a hurry, compared to children of the same age, you have already worked very hard. "
Xiu'er was only four years old, but her stature was already tall enough. At a glance, she seemed to be five or six years old.
Xiu'er raised her head, her dark eyes were full of stubbornness: "Uncle said, when I grow up, I want to lead the Mohist army like my father and commander. I have a heavy responsibility and I can't slack off. One year must be worth ten years to others. There is progress every day.
Only when you have mastered your skills from elementary school can you protect all the people around you who you want to protect. "
Mo Lingwei was stunned, and when she was in a daze, the thorn on the flower stalk pricked her finger, and blood dripped out from between her fingers.
Mo Lingwei let out a "Yeah", took out a handkerchief, and was about to wipe it off, when her index finger was grasped by a slender man with well-defined knuckles.
A cold, familiar man's breath came over his face.
The faint scent of cold fragrance trapped her like an invisible net.
Before Mo Lingwei could react, the man's fingertips were in his mouth.
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei raised her head slightly, and saw Feng Shaojin's nervous face.
Feng Shaojin didn't know when he appeared behind her.
From the corner of Mo Lingwei's eyes, she glanced at Xiu'er who was looking at her, feeling a little ashamed, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, not knowing what to do.
But he couldn't show it, he could only look at Shang Feng Shaojin with a look of pity and scrutiny...