He Jingxian was almost pissed off by He Jingshu's words: "You think I sent people everywhere to look for that Yun Che just to marry him?

Do you think a man who can't even catch Mo Lingyuan is a useless piece of trash?

After all, our He family is one of the best families in Yuncheng, but we haven't found out anything about Yun Che's background until now. Do you think it's normal?

If it wasn't for my brother being no match for He Wenhao's lowly thing, why would I have targeted Mr. Yun? "

He Jingshu: "..."

He Jingshu wiped her tearful eyes with a handkerchief: "Mrs. Feng drinks tea with a group of noble ladies, enjoys flowers, chats and plays cards all day long. Why do you have to serve these lowly people humbly when you come to my place?"

He Jingxian glanced at her, closed her eyes with a headache, and said to the driver: "Let's go, go and find out, how are He Wenhao's legs recovering?

No matter how good Chu Yunyao's medical skills are, it is impossible for a person who lost his legs to grow back a pair of legs. "

"Yes." The driver drove the two of them away.



Mo Lingwei went back to the mansion, picked up some herbs and took them to He Wenhao.

He Wenhao stood by the window, heard the sound of the door being pushed, turned around, and saw Mo Lingwei standing at the door.

He smiled, walked towards Mo Lingwei with big strides, and stood in front of Mo Lingwei, his brows and eyes were full of joy, with a smile on his face, "Miss Mo."

"This is the last pack of medicine my sister-in-law asked me to give you." Mo Lingwei looked him up and down, "I heard from my sister-in-law that you can walk freely now, congratulations."

"I also want to thank Miss Mo and Mrs. Mo for their help." He Wenhao welcomed Mo Lingwei into the room: "I heard that you are going back to Jincheng in a few days. When will you leave?"

"Seven days later." Mo Lingwei put the medicine bag on the table, and squatted down in front of He Wenhao: "Show me how well your leg fits with the prosthesis."

He Wenhao sat down on the chair, no longer the shame, indignation and cowardice when Mo Lingwei saw his legs for the first time, he took the initiative to open the hem of the gown, took off the prosthetic limb, and handed it to Mo Lingwei.

Mo Lingwei touched the position of his round ankle, and saw that the nearby skin was no longer blue and purple, and the worn parts had recovered. She breathed a sigh of relief, and put the prosthesis back on He Wenhao: " It's almost done, as long as the Second Young Master He pays more attention, don't let your legs stand and walk for too long and get overtired."

He Wenhao looked at Mo Lingwei, who was squatting in front of him, who was putting on prosthetic limbs for herself without any airs of being a lady, his eyes flickered, his thoughts were spinning, and he was reluctant to let go...

Three days later.

On the way back from the camp, Mo Lingwei and Chu Yunyao were ambushed and assassinated, and almost died.

Fortunately, Mo Lingyuan arrived in time.

Mo Lingwei sat on the back of Mu Qing's horse, the bones in her legs seemed to be broken, and the pain was severe.

When Feng Shaojin rushed over, he only saw Mo Lingwei with disheveled hair and a messy look, while Gong Su was standing beside her covered in blood, talking to her.

Feng Shaojin approached, and faintly heard the words "Thank you, honor, sorry".

Feng Shaojin stepped forward, took off his coat and wrapped it around Mo Lingwei, "Ling Wei, I'm late."

Mo Lingyuan held Chu Yunyao in his arms, his anger was like wildfire, and he couldn't control it: "This is Young Master Feng's territory, not to mention that my handsome young wife and sister almost died here.

Even the second son of the Gong family almost lost his life.

But Young Master Feng came late, there is no royal law in this Yuncheng. "

Feng Shaojin was at a loss: "This matter is due to the Feng family's disadvantages in handling affairs. This commander will definitely give you an explanation."

"Hmph." Mo Lingyuan snorted coldly, "Let's go!"