Chapter 2043

Before her hand could touch anyone, the woman who was clearly asleep on the bed jumped up and slashed at Feng Shaojin with a knife.

Feng Shaojin suddenly felt something was wrong, backed away again and again, and lowered his voice: "Who are you? Why are you in Ling Wei's bedroom, where is she?"

"This sentence should be asked by Miss Ben, who are you? This is the boudoir of the eldest lady of the Mo family. What are you doing breaking in?" Chu Yunyao was agile, and the dagger that cut iron like mud was alive in his hand. The wind stabbed at Feng Shaojin's vitals.

Feng Shaojin tried his best to dodge at first, but after his eyes got used to the light in the bedroom, he started to fight back.

He sideways avoided Chu Yunyao's attack, grabbed Chu Yunyao's wrist, twisted her hand holding the dagger behind her, Chu Yunyao leaned back with strength, and kicked towards his head.

Feng Shaojin raised his foot and kicked Chu Yunyao's knee, grabbed her neck with one hand, pressed the dagger he had snatched to her small face, and said every word: "I didn't expect that, the Mo family's Young Madam has such skill, where did you get Ling Wei?"

"Aren't you afraid that if I yell, you will be unable to escape?" Chu Yunyao sneered.

"If the Mo family really won't let me go, it won't be you lying on this bed, but Mo Lingyuan, right?" Feng Shaojin threw away the dagger in his hand, and let go of Chu Yunyao: "Say it, it took so much time. What are you trying to do to catch this young master?"

"You like Ling Wei?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

"Why don't you come to propose marriage?"

"The timing is wrong, I'm afraid it will backfire." Feng Shaojin said impatiently, "What exactly do you want? Where's Ling Wei?"

"She's in a very safe place, you don't have to worry." Chu Yunyao struck a match, lit a candle, and looked him up and down.

He has a handsome appearance, a tall stature, and an outrageous temperament, but his whole body is too hostile, and his eyes are too murderous. At first glance, he is not a man to be provoked.

Feng family, Feng Shaojin!

The largest family of the rich and powerful in Yuncheng in the south is like the Mo family in Jincheng.

Chu Yunyao rubbed her sore wrist, sat down at the table, and said with a smile, "Miss Ben wants to make a deal with you, how about it?"

"What deal?"

"My lady's father, Chu Qingze, has a batch of grain and grass in his hand. He heard that he wanted to sell it to Westerners at a high price, and then the Westerners resold it to the south. He heard that there was a shortage of food in the south, and the price of goods was soaring. The big family deliberately raised the price, and the people were in dire straits.

Presumably you risked your life to come to Jincheng, not just because of Ling Wei, the purpose of this trip must be related to grain and grass, right? "Chu Yunyao casually admired her little finger.

Feng Shaojin's eyes were chilly, and his voice was cold and thin: "The young marshal's wife is not only good at skills, but also has such a powerful dark network, it's really not to be underestimated.

Not to mention that silly girl Ling Wei, she might be as shrewd as the young marshal of the Mo family, and she would be kept in the dark, right? "

"Stop talking nonsense, just say whether you agree?"

"..." Feng Shaojin gritted his teeth: "The amount of food and grass is huge, if the young lady hadn't been helpless, she wouldn't have found this young lady.

It's just that what can the young lady use to guarantee your sincerity?

After all, this place is also the territory of the young commander of the Mo family. "

"Ling Wei is the sincerity of this lady."

"What did you say?"

"Miss Ben promises you that as long as Miss Ben is alive, she will never let her marry the young master of the Gong family. What do you think?"

"Deal." Feng Shaojin agreed straight away: "As long as you fulfill your promise, the price is negotiable."

"Miss, I don't want bank notes." Chu Yunyao raised the corners of her lips, "I heard that Mr. Feng has his own weapon factory..."

Feng Shaojin: "..."