After Gu Wei left, Feng Shaojin put the wooden comb on the dressing table, stood up, and looked at the moonlight outside through the glass window.

The winter in the south is wet and cold. I don't know if she is used to living here.

Feng Shaojin drank two glasses of wine, got on his horse, and went out in the dark.

Seeing that the mansion was brightly lit from a distance, a carriage drove over from the wide road, and the guard guarding the door hurried forward, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and hurried to help the people in the carriage.

Feng Shaojin held his breath, the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he stared at the person who got off the carriage without blinking.

The woman was wearing a fiery red cloak, slender and tall, her black hair was simply tied up with a hairpin, she arched her waist, got out of the carriage, waved her hands, jumped down, and jumped off the carriage.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

He couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or expectation, but he looked a little like Mo Lingwei from the back, but he knew it was not Mo Lingwei when he saw the movements.

Sure enough, when the woman turned her head, it was the familiar face that knocked him out, Chu Yunyao!

Chu Yunyao turned around, reached into the carriage, and helped another woman down.

Her personal maid, Yun Baoer.

Feng Shaojin looked anxiously at the carriage with the closed curtains, expecting that Mo Lingwei would come out of it, but unfortunately, he was doomed to be disappointed.

The carriage was stopped at the gate of the courtyard by the guards, and the gate was closed.

Feng Shaojin rode a horse and returned to Wenjing Garden in a daze.

On the second day, Feng Yichen rushed to the study in a hurry, blew his beard and stared at him with anger, grabbed the cold tea on the table and drank it all in one go.

Feng Shaojin continued to deal with internal affairs calmly, ignoring him.

Feng Yichen couldn't help it: "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm so angry?"

"Isn't it just that he was kicked out after being made things difficult for him?" Feng Shaojin's voice was thin and cold.

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen was so angry that he ground his teeth: "I visited that woman early in the morning and brought gifts, but guess what?

It's just that Chu Yunyao didn't take this young master seriously, the girl guards who followed her were all low-minded, and they fooled this young master one after another.

This young master has decided, from tomorrow, this young master will follow her to see how capable she is..."

Feng Shaojin raised her eyes and glanced at him.

Feng Yichen slapped his head: "I forgot to tell you, I stayed at Mo Lingyuan's residence all morning today, but I didn't see the eldest lady of the Mo family. I guess I didn't come with them."

Feng Shaojin lowered his eyes, covering up the undercurrents in his eyes, and remained silent.

Feng Yichen sighed: "Brother, don't you believe me?"

"Can I trust you?" Feng Shaojin asked back.

"As long as I see it, why should I lie to you." Feng Yichen said again: "Brother, I always wanted to ask you, do you really want her, or because she has become your obsession, you must want her?"

He has read the record book left by Feng Shaoqing over and over again, and the pages have already worn out the rough edges.

Feng Shaojin's hand holding the pen paused, as if he hadn't heard his words, and continued to deal with piles of internal affairs.

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen was used to Feng Shaojin's love to answer and ignore him, so he didn't bother to continue asking.

Thinking of the look in Miss Bao'er's eyes when he mentioned Mo Lingwei, he actually already had the bottom line in his heart, since Mo Lingwei didn't plan to show up, it's better to go with the flow and pretend that he didn't know.

The Feng family is like a ship sailing fast in a storm, it can no longer withstand the turbulence of the wind and waves, the helmsman must be calm-headed, cut off love...