Chapter 1760

Feng Shaojin squatted down, took off her shoes and socks, washed her feet, and rubbed the soles of her jade-white feet with his fingertips: "Your foot has been injured since you were born, and you have traveled so far these days, and you are a little swollen. gone."

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes, and she really saw that her feet were a little swollen from being immersed in the stream.

Feng Shaojin looked up at her, and happened to bump into her reddish eyes.

"Don't cry." Feng Shaojin smiled, and wiped away her tears with his fingertips: "I will soon be a newlywed, and my eyes are swollen from crying, so it won't look good.

The wedding will probably be simple. When I have a chance in the future, I will give you a grand one, okay? "

Mo Lingwei's eyes were expressionless, like a stream frozen in ice: "You said just now that you will let me go back to Jincheng within two years at most."

If it's really only two years, they might be able to survive after a while. When the time comes, they will go back to Jincheng to see Xiu'er after six years old, Siyu after three years old, and see everything is right and wrong.

Feng Shaojin's eyes were silent and gloomy: "Just remember this, and stay with me for another two years at most."

"Why should I trust you?" Mo Lingwei pulled her feet back, put on her shoes and socks, hugged her long curved legs with her arms, and looked away.

Feng Shaojin raised his hand and rubbed the area between his tired brows, and smiled lowly: "Am I already so unworthy of your trust? It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, you have to trust your brother."

When Mo Lingyuan was mentioned, Mo Lingwei's eyes flickered.

Feng Shaojin stood up, picked up the half-dried clothes on the branches and put them on again, "There are frequent reports of victories in the north, your brother's Mohist army is invincible, and the Gong family retreated steadily with only parry and no power to fight back.

With your brother's strength, I believe that within two years, he will send his troops south to bring you back to Jincheng himself. "

Feng Shaojin took her hand and walked towards the shore: "At that time, whether to stay or not is only in your mind, if you want to leave, I can only let you go."

At that time, she still wanted to leave. Since she couldn't keep her, he could only let her go willingly.

To be precise, it should be forced to let go.

Her person, her heart, he tried his best and tried his best, but he couldn't keep any of them.

Hearing this, Mo Lingwei's desperate heart revived like ashes...

Feng Shaojin did not take her back to the other courtyard, but went directly to the camp.

The simple wooden house was decorated with lanterns and festoons, pasted with big red happy characters, and hung with red silk cloth.

As soon as Feng Shaojin led Mo Lingwei into the house, two older nuns came up to him holding bright red wedding dresses and hijabs, and congratulated Mo Lingwei with wide smiles: "Congratulations, Miss Mo! , Congratulations to Miss Mo, after tonight, Miss Mo will be the legitimate Young Madam Feng."

Mo Lingwei shook off Feng Shaojin's hand, walked into the bedroom, and sat on the stool.

Xi Po: "..."

Xi Po saw that Mo Lingwei's face was cold, and there was no joy on his face. They looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

Marrying the young marshal of the Feng family who is the most powerful in the whole south, what's there to be unhappy about?

He had long heard that Marshal Feng had hidden a beauty in another courtyard, but he didn't expect that this beauty would have such a temper. She didn't even give Feng Shaojin face, so she would be blacked out on the big day.

Xipo didn't know what to do.

One of the nuns reminded with a smile all over her face: "Young Madam, Young Marshal, the auspicious time is coming, and it's time for the bride to change her clothes."

Feng Shaojin gave a faint "hmm", stepped aside, and motioned for Nanny to help Mo Lingwei change her wedding dress.

Mo Lingwei sat at the table, motionless, not cooperating at all...