Chapter 2044

After leaving the Marshal's Mansion, Feng Shaojin went back to his residence full of anger, Gu Wei was shocked when he heard this: "Exchange weapons for food?

Young Master, although you have a private weapon factory, those things cannot be built overnight. This... This is simply a lion's mouth. "

Feng Shaojin took out the fingerprinted document from his pocket, and threw it to Gu Wei: "Weapons can be reproduced, but the matter of food and grass cannot be delayed any longer.

You send people back to the south quickly, take the waterway, and deliver the weapons. When the time comes, you will hand over the guns with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. "

"This..." Gu Wei murmured, "What's the difference between cutting meat from the left hand and making supplements to the right hand? This young wife of the Mo family is simply taking advantage of the fire."

Feng Shaojin's teeth were "creaking" and his impression of Chu Yunyao was extremely bad.

Especially when he knew that the person who joined him was actually Chu Yunyao's underground lover Yun Che, this feeling of disgust reached its peak.

Mo Lingyuan, a useless thing, where does he have the face to give him advice?

She can't even deal with her own rivals, what kind of face does she have to live in this world?

There is a piece of green sky above his head, but he can be indifferent.

This girl is ambitious, dishonest, greedy for money and lustful, what exactly caught Mo Lingyuan's eyes?

As the saying goes: Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black.

Feng Shaojin was particularly worried, if Mo Lingwei hang out with this kind of person all day long, will she also become like Chu Yunyao, cruel, ruthless, ungrateful, and treat men like playthings.

Ever since the deal with Chu Yunyao was reached, it was impossible for Feng Shaojin to break into the Young Marshal's Mansion again. The guards in the mansion had been strengthened, making it difficult for even flies to fly in.

Feng Shaojin could only deliver a letter to the Marshal's Mansion, hoping that Mo Lingwei would come out to see her.

The transaction went smoothly. When the weapons arrived, the food and grass also left Jincheng smoothly, and were escorted back to the south by water, avoiding eyes and ears.

Gu Wei was worried about Feng Shaojin and had to stay.

Mo Lingwei looked at the note in his hand, there were only six words: If you don't come, I won't leave!

Why don't you go? If he is caught by his brother, he will definitely kill him.

Mo Lingwei watched helplessly as the sun set in the west, thousands of birds returned to their nests, and the night shrouded the earth like a black curtain.

She put on a cloak, took a pistol, and quietly left the Young Marshal's Mansion on horseback.

Riding the horse all the way to a secluded and desolate place, Mo Lingwei hesitated as she looked at the lit cabin.

She stood outside the house, holding the rein, letting the cold wind blow on her body like a knife. After a while, she took out a letter from her bosom and pressed it on the ground with a stone.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he met a longing face.

Feng Shaojin didn't know how long he stood behind her, the surprise in his voice overflowed like a spring: "Ling Wei, I knew you would come to see me."

He took a step forward, and Mo Lingwei took a step back.

"Shaojin, since I have already been here, you can go." Mo Lingwei led the horse, "This is the last time I will see you, take care!"

She was about to get on the horse, but was hugged by Feng Shaojin, "You can come to see me because you are still worried about me, which means you still have me in your heart, Ling Wei, come back to Yuncheng with me.

Gong Yao is not a good thing, he can't give you the happiness you want..."

"Master Gong can't give my sister happiness, so is it possible that you can afford it?" A cold voice came from not far away, and struck Mo Lingwei like a thunderbolt.

She pushed Feng Shaojin away, turned around, and saw her brother Mo Lingyuan standing behind her awe-inspiringly like a god of evil.

Mo Lingyuan held a gun in his hand, and the black muzzle was pointing directly at Feng Shaojin's head...