Mo Lingwei searched in the pile of firewood, found a wooden stick, and ran out of the cabin to Feng Shaojin's side. With all her strength, she helped Feng Shaojin up: "Hold on, I'll give you a stick." Take the bullet."

She stuffed the wooden stick into Feng Shaojin's other hand, and carried him into the wooden house...

Feng Shaojin was lying on the simple wooden bed, eyes half-opened, watching Mo Lingwei, a young lady who never touched the spring water, throwing firewood into the earthen stove.

Her tears seemed to flow endlessly, and kept gushing out.

Black dust fell all over her body and face, she didn't care to clean it, she just wiped it with her sleeves, when the fire in the earthen stove finally ignited, she stood up and scooped water into the pot.

With trembling hands, she opened the medical bag, took out the scissors, and cut off the clothes on Feng Shaojin's body.

The chest and shoulders were already bloody and bloody, and the wet blood stained the white shirt into blood red, and Mo Lingwei's hands holding the scissors trembled slightly.

Feng Shaojin held her wrist with a weak voice: "Ling Wei, even if your brother refuses to let me go, will you save me?"

"I won't let you die." Mo Lingwei gritted his teeth, "Feng Shaojin, I won't let you die."

"Tell me, are what you said just now true?" Feng Shaojin sighed, closed his eyes, and his tone became more and more unlovable: "If it is true, there is no need to save me. "

He let go of Mo Lingwei: "As long as I live, it is impossible to watch you marry into the Gong family, I would rather kill Gong Yao than let you do what you want.

If I die, no one can stop you..."

"Don't talk, I'll take out the bullet for you." Mo Lingwei scooped the scalding hot water into the basin, wet the gauze and wiped the blood off his body.

The candlelight was too dim, and Mo Lingwei couldn't see clearly, so she had to wait like years for the sky to light up before she dared to take out the bullet from Feng Shaojin's shoulder.

But the bullet in her chest was too close to her heart, and her hands were unsteady, and she was afraid that if she moved, she would be self-defeating and cost his life, so she couldn't do it again and again.

Mo Lingwei covered her face and cried bitterly: "Feng Shaojin, where are your people? Let them come and take care of you, okay?"

"They're all gone, they're all gone back to Yuncheng, and I'm the only one left here." Feng Shaojin wiped away her tears with warm fingertips: "It's said that fallen leaves return to their roots, and when a person is about to die, his words are kind." , Ling Wei, send me to the northern border. After I die, bury me in the southern homeland.

I did not fulfill my brother's last wish, I am ashamed of the Feng family's upbringing of me, and I have failed you..."

Mo Lingwei's eyes were already swollen from tears, she brought over the warm porridge in the pot, and fed it to Feng Shaojin: "I won't let you die, I'll go beg my brother, let him send it to you." You go back to Cloud City."

Before Feng Shaojin could stop her, Mo Lingwei had already run out, got on her horse and left.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

After the sound of horseshoes went away, Gu Wei opened the door and came in. Seeing Feng Shaojin lying on the bed, he felt distressed: "Master, why did you do this? If the bullet misses a little bit and hits the heart, let alone Young Madam No, even if Master Yichen is here, he can't save you."

Feng Shaojin's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he grasped the quilt tightly with five fingers, "If you don't do this, how can you bring her back to Yuncheng?

As long as he leaves Jincheng and reaches the northern border, even if Mo Lingyuan wants to rob me, he will have to weigh it carefully. "

Gu Wei: "..."

Gu Wei sighed: "Master, are you betting your life with the young lady?"

"Apart from this life, I have nothing to impress her."