Chapter 1953

The moment they heard the siren, Feng Yichen and He Jingshu's hearts pounded.

Especially the two sisters, He Jingshu, who only came here for a short while, and haven't had time to break everything up. They have been ridiculed by a concubine who is not as good as them for no reason, and they haven't found their place yet.

But it's okay, the concubine who has not been married is so arrogant and ignorant in front of the main room, maybe Feng Shaojin will sympathize with her, and recognize the true face of Miss Mo who is narrow-minded and unforgiving.

The two sisters, He Jingshu, stepped aside and stood side by side, looking pitifully at the door.

Feng Yichen tugged at his black hair anxiously, wishing he could find a hole in the ground and bury himself on the spot.

Mo Lingwei was originally Feng Shaojin's Nilin, and he was still jealous, not to mention anything else, even if he broke into here in the middle of the night to look for Mo Lingwei, it would be extremely inappropriate.

Dawn breaks and the sun rises.

The tall and straight man stood at the door like a pine and cypress, blocking the light that spilled into the hall. His handsome face was hidden in the shadow, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, lingering in the chill.

The guards and servants of the He family who were blocking the entrance shrank back, leaning their bodies against the wall, consciously making a way out.

Feng Shaojin's dark and deep eyes were like knives, sweeping across everyone in the hall little by little, and finally fell on Mo Lingwei.

When he met Shang Mo Lingwei's indifferent eyes, his heart suffocated suddenly, and he quickly walked in front of her and stood still.

"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin's voice was like a bubbling clear spring, deep and soft, with worry in his tension: "Have any of them bullied you?"

Feng Yichen was about to explain the reason for his arrival.

There was only a crisp "pop", and Feng Shaojin's face turned to one side.

On his fair and handsome face, there was a bright red palm print.

The entire hall fell into a dead silence, and even the sound of breathing could hardly be heard.

Everyone was stunned.

Mo Lingwei's palms were trembling slightly, the palms were hot, and they were so stiff that they couldn't close their fists.

"Feng Shaojin, it's hard for you to lie to me!" Mo Lingwei's voice trembled, and the bottom of her clear eyes was crystal clear, and the water was shining.

Feng Shaojin bit her back teeth, pressed the tip of her tongue against her cheek, swallowed the rusty smell between her lips and teeth, turned her eyes to stare at her, and stretched out her hand to hold her palm, "Does your hand hurt?"

"Don't touch me." Mo Lingwei shook off his hand, "I want to go back to Jincheng."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's hand hanging by his side clenched and loosened, and then clenched again, "It's the time of war, I'm worried..."

Mo Lingwei raised his hand, and slapped him again, but Feng Yichen grabbed it.

"Miss Mo, enough is enough, my brother is also worried about your safety."

Anyway, I have to take care of the face of the Feng family. With this slap, the resentment in Miss Mo's heart has been vented, but Feng Shaojin's anger is being suppressed. Once vented, everyone here will suffer. The first to bear the brunt is He is the younger brother who came to Wenjingyuan in the middle of the night.

Rather than preventing Mo Lingwei from beating Feng Shaojin, it would be better to prevent Feng Shaojin's anger from spreading.

"Let her go!"

Seeing Feng Yichen grabbing Mo Lingwei's wrist, Feng Shaojin warned coldly.

"Okay, okay." Feng Yichen quickly let go of his claws.

Seeing Mo Lingwei's cloak slipped to the ground, Feng Shaojin squatted down to pick it up, put it on her shoulders again, and coaxed in a low voice: "It's up to now, you can kill or cut as you please, but at least you have to give me the cloak." A chance to explain."