At the corner of the corridor, Feng Shaojin met Gong Su, the second son of the Gong family, without accident. Gong Su did not expect Feng Shaojin and Miss He to appear here.

After exchanging pleasantries, Feng Shaojin inquired about Jincheng's situation calmly: "I wanted to wait until the epidemic was over before formally visiting Master Gong Er, but I didn't expect to meet you here.

There is the second young master of Laogong. "

Gong Su didn't know Feng Shaojin's purpose: "You should, you should, I've heard that Young Marshal Feng is young and promising, it's really worth seeing once."

As soon as the painting style changed, Gong Su laughed: "I just came to Yuncheng, and I heard about the happy event between Miss He and Marshal Feng, so I'm here to congratulate you two in advance.

Marshal Feng is an outstanding talent, and Miss He is a peerless beauty, they are a perfect couple. "

These words coaxed He Jingshu to burst into joy and shyness.

There was a cold smile on the corner of Feng Shaojin's lips, but the light in his eyes was cold and cold. He lowered his eyes to hide the sarcasm in his eyes, and changed the subject: "I heard that the Gong family also had good news not long ago. Has the eldest son married a wife?"

Gong Su nodded, with a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corner of his mouth: "It's my little niece celebrating the full moon banquet, and now there are frequent battles, my brother cares about the common people, and has no plans to marry for the time being."

Gong Su's inadvertent words completely dispelled Feng Shaojin's doubts.

Feng Shaojin's gloomy heart seemed to see a ray of sunshine, and became completely clear: "It's also good for a man to start a career first and then start a family. I wonder if the second son of the palace has someone he likes?

The south has good water and soil, and the beauties in Yuncheng are even more charming, especially the other daughter of the He family named Jingxian..."

Gong Su hurriedly interrupted Feng Shaojin's words: "This young master already has his own heart, so I don't need to worry about Feng Shaojin."

The smile on Feng Shaojin's lips became more and more obvious.

The young master of the Gong family did not marry the Mo family, so Ling Wei really didn't need to marry Gong Yao.

The second young master of the Gong family has no plans to marry the rich and powerful in Yuncheng. When this plague is over, Gong Su will still return to Jincheng. The Gong family will not interfere with everything in Yuncheng for the time being. angry...

It was rare for Feng Shaojin to express it from the bottom of his heart, and he said sincerely: "That handsome man wishes the second son of the palace to embrace the beauty as soon as possible."

After speaking, Feng Shaojin excused himself and left.

He Jingshu didn't expect that Feng Shaojin would still miss her sister's marriage. She touched his arm and followed his footsteps: "Shaojin, thank you, you not only brought me here with you, but also helped our He family Worry about planning..."

A quiet and familiar scent flew into Feng Shaojin's breath, he ignored what He Jingshu said, but stopped in his tracks, looking around...

Mo Lingwei hid behind the stone pillar, avoiding Feng Shaojin's gaze, watching He Jingshu affectionately holding Feng Shaojin's arm, talking and laughing as she left...

She stood there for a while, touched the veil covering her face, took the medicinal materials, and went to the inner hall...

Away from Gong Su's sight, Feng Shaojin pushed away the person hanging on his arm, glanced at He Jingshu, and said softly: "Since Miss He despises this place, why force myself to come here.

Ji Zongyuan is still waiting here, I won't let anyone send you back if I still have something to do.

Also, I hope that Miss He can firmly remember what I said to Miss He before. I can't impress me without coming to take care of the warlord in person.

With so many servants in the Feng family, Miss He shouldn't take their jobs! "

The tone is cold and the words are cold.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Shaojin left He Jingshu, got on the horse, whipped and left.

The back is neat, without any remembrance.

Lang's heart is like iron!