Gu Wei chased to the border and reined in his horse, "You are here, I will come whenever I go."
Now that the matter has come to an end, after leaving the south and arriving at Mo Lingyuan's territory, it is impossible for him to bring Mo Lingwei back.
Gu Wei stepped on his horse and chased after Mo Lingwei alone: "Young Madam."
With a wave of Mu Qing's hand, the Mohist army behind him surrounded Gu Wei.
Mo Lingwei poked her head out of the carriage.
Gu Wei got off his horse and said, "Young madam, I know that I can't take you away, so I came here alone, and I want to say a few words to you."
Mo Lingwei got out of the carriage, and the two walked to the river.
"What's the matter, let's talk." Mo Lingwei wore a black cloak, looked at the gurgling water, and spoke calmly, without any trace of happiness or anger.
"Are you pregnant or not?" Gu Wei stared at Mo Lingwei for a moment.
"No."
"Do you hate the young master?"
"No hate."
"If the young master does not marry for your whole life, will you be moved?"
"Won't."
"Why?"
"Since I decided to leave by any means, I have written off all the grievances and grievances in the past. What will happen in the future is irrelevant. How can there be hatred and emotion?"
"Young madam." Gu Wei's voice was choked: "After you left, the young master came to chase you, but was stopped by Master Yichen. For you, the two brothers almost killed each other..."
Mo Lingwei's heart clenched, she clenched her back teeth, and her nails dug into her palms. She said slowly, "If I don't leave, he will definitely die in my hands!"
Mo Lingwei gathered her cloak and walked towards the carriage: "Gu Wei, go back!"
Gu Wei: "..."
Gu Wei stood where he was, leading the horse, watching helplessly as the Mohist army surrounded the carriage and ran farther and farther...
She finally abandoned the young master and chose to leave!
Except for him, all the people the young master cared about the most chose to stand on the opposite side of the young master.
…
When Gu Wei hurried back, he realized that in just a few days, Feng Dujun's power had been emptied by the furious Feng Shaojin.
The Feng family was in chaos.
Feng Dujun was forcefully suppressed by Feng Shaojin, unable to fight back, fell ill on the bed in a dejected state, unable to get up.
Feng Yichen's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from being beaten by Feng Shaojin, and he almost died.
Mrs. Feng didn't even erase the dominoes, and while cursing Mo Lingwei, she cried and took care of Feng Muyun.
Feng Shaojin locked himself in the bedroom and got drunk.
The cramping pain in his heart pierced his bones, and Feng Shaojin fell to the ground, with his blood-red eyes open, looking at the bedroom that was spinning around, and felt that his soul seemed to be pulled away from his body little by little...
Gu Wei knocked open the door, picked up Feng Shaojin who was limp on the ground like mud, and put him on the bed. Turning around, he saw Mo Jinlan standing at the door, looking in timidly.
Gu Wei rubbed his tired brows, raised his finger and pointed at the messy debris on the floor, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can you work? Clean up the house, and I'll get the medicine box."
Mo Jinlan vaguely guessed what had happened, and asked, "Isn't it because Mo Lingwei returned to Jincheng that he tortured himself like this?"
Gu Wei: "..."
Gu Wei glared at her angrily, it was really a pot that could not be opened and which pot should be lifted.
Gu Wei stood up and walked out: "I'm going to cook some hangover soup, you stay here for now."
Mo Jinlan swept the debris on the ground to the corner and nodded.
Feng Shaojin lifted the quilt, put his palm on the position of his heart, and called Mo Lingwei's name vaguely in his mouth: "Ling Wei, Wei Wei, don't go, okay?"
Mo Jinlan walked over, wiped Feng Shaojin's forehead with a handkerchief, and said in a low voice: "She has already returned to Jincheng, don't think about her anymore, you have a fiancee anyway.
The daughters of our Mo family are all strong, and they will never serve a husband with others. "