Chapter 1924

After Feng Shaoqing was buried, even Feng Yichen, who was the only one who could help him, became depressed a lot. He drank his sorrows every day and vented all his grievances on Feng Shaojin.

Blame Feng Shaojin for not protecting Feng Shaoqing well, blame Feng Shaojin for preventing him from returning.

Feng Yichen was heartbroken, hated himself, hated Feng Shaojin, and even hated everyone, including Mo Lingwei.

The return journey by water.

Although Feng Shaojin roughly told Mo Lingwei about the situation in Yuncheng, when he arrived in Yuncheng, Mo Lingwei could still feel the oppressive atmosphere that enveloped the entire Yuncheng.

Mo Lingwei originally thought that Feng Shaojin would take her back to the Governor's Mansion to help take care of Master Feng and Mrs. Feng.

But he didn't expect Feng Shaojin to place her in his other courtyard.

Mo Lingwei looked at the other courtyard, which was decorated similarly to Jingyuan, and asked, "Am I going to visit the governor and his wife?"

"No need for now." Feng Shaojin twisted her suitcase and led her to the other courtyard: "This courtyard is decorated according to your interior scene abroad, you will probably get used to it when you live in it.

I'm afraid that Aunt Xu and the others are worried about your safety, so tell them that you will write to them regularly, that those who stay in Xiyang Country have been taken care of, and those I left behind will protect them, so you don't have to worry. "

"Yeah." Mo Lingwei stepped into the other courtyard, saw a few nuns cleaning the hall, smiled and nodded to them.

Those servants looked Mo Lingwei up and down, looked at each other a few times, and squeezed out a smile with a strange expression.

Feng Shaojin suddenly lost his temper, "Are you all dumb? When you see Mrs. Young, don't you know how to call out? This is how the Feng family trained you? What etiquette should you have?"

Those people were startled, their knees softened, and they immediately knelt down on the ground, trembling, and said in unison in trembling voices: "Hi, Young Madam."

Mo Lingwei was also a little confused as to why Feng Shaojin was so angry, and said angrily, "Why are you angry? It's the first time I've come here, and they don't know me. If I call you wrong, wouldn't it be more embarrassing?" .”

Mo Lingwei said softly: "Stop kneeling, get up."

The few people seemed not to hear it, their heads were lowered, their hands continued to rest on the ground, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

No one listened to her.

Mo Lingwei turned to look at Feng Shaojin.

Feng Shaojin's voice was gloomy, with anger raging in his chest, Senhan said, "Who else will come to this place except you?"

His gaze was fixed on the group of people kneeling on the ground: "Young Madam has spoken, are you not going to listen? If you don't plan to listen, then continue to kneel until you are obedient."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but dragged Mo Lingwei to the bedroom upstairs.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

"Thank you, Young Madam." The trembling voices of those people came from behind.

Feng Shaojin slammed the door hard to block out the uneven noise, "From now on, you will live here, please don't run around, and when I finish my work, I will come to see you from time to time.

I will entrust someone to deliver the letter you wrote.

My father-in-law is seriously ill, and my wife wants to take care of his old man. When my father-in-law gets better, I will take you to see them. How about it? "

Mo Lingwei put herself in Feng Shaojin's shoes and thought for a while, "It's okay, I'll follow your arrangement, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that you were too fierce just now, why did you get so angry at those people?"

Feng Shaojin sneered: "These old fritters usually like to push their noses on their faces. If you don't give them some flair, you don't know how these people will act obsequiously. You should let them know that when you come to this other courtyard, you should Take orders from someone."

Mo Lingwei: "..."