The butler checked the items for two full days before registering these items, and according to Mo Lingwei's instructions, transported the items to Yunlai Pavilion and handed them over to Wen Tingjun.

The housekeeper was embarrassed to say that it was something Mo Lingwei had pawned, so he lied: "When our eldest lady was checking the inventory in the mansion, I found that there were so many goods. The pavilion is sold."

Wen Tingjun saw that the housekeeper's expression was not natural, so he didn't ask further questions with a wink, and asked Nanyan to copy a copy of the list, and accepted the things: "One yard is one yard, and when things arrive at my place, they will naturally have to be valued. After the price is estimated, I will send the bank note to the house."

Hearing this, the housekeeper nodded and returned home happily.

But Wen Tingjun is a shrewd businessman, but all the goods sold are registered according to the serial number. These clothes, at a glance, are all the same size.

These accessories are also very valuable. If you take out any of them, they are all valuables that are only placed on the fourth floor. How could he not be impressed.

Wen Tingjun searched a lot, only to find that all these things had already been sold, but somehow they got into Miss Mo's hands.

Wen Tingjun calmly added up the things according to the original selling price, collected enough silver taels, and sent someone to the Young Marshal's Mansion.

Mo Lingwei opened the box, looked at the thick stack of banknotes inside, counted them, took out half, closed the lid and handed it to the guard, "Give these money to Mr. Wen, the place where Lingyunmen asks for money There are too many, put these bank notes in his hands for emergencies."

The housekeeper stood behind Mo Lingwei, sighing silently.

Originally, I thought that such a good girl as the young lady would have a good home, but I didn't expect to fall into this situation.

With the Gong Mo family turning against each other, it is impossible to be with the second son of Gong.

He went to the south, was kidnapped by thieves, and fell into notoriety. Now he spends most of his time in the camp as a military doctor. He is not afraid of hardships or tiredness to perform operations on wounded patients, but he has delayed his life's important events.

Mo Lingwei handed over the remaining banknotes to the housekeeper: "You take these banknotes for me. My brother and I are not in the house. If there are people from Lingyunmen or Mr. Wen who needs money urgently, I will give these banknotes to you." They are emergency."

Before the housekeeper could react, Mo Lingwei ordered someone to arrange a carriage, twisted the medicine box and took a cart full of medicinal materials, and went to the camp...

cloud city.

Feng Shaojin had just returned from the battlefield, and he didn't care about the dirt on his body, so he lay on the wicker chair with his eyes closed and rested.

The guard brought warm water and put it at his feet.

The door was pushed open from the outside, Feng Shaojin opened his eyes.

Gu Wei came in dressed in a snowstorm. He took off his cloak, shook the white snow on it, put the cloak on the stove to bake, and reported in a low voice: "Young Commander, Second Miss Mo has recovered from her injuries and has returned to the cloud. the city."

"Hmm." Feng Shaojin asked, "How is Ling Wei?"

"According to the report from the guard who followed Miss Mo Er, the Young Madam has become thinner again, and she can't see any other emotions, and..." Gu Wei's voice became lower and lower.

"What else?" Feng Shaojin raised his hand and rubbed between his brows.

"The guard said that the second Miss Mo's injury was handled by the Young Madam. Before leaving, the Second Miss Mo tested the Young Madam and asked if the Young Madam would give you to her..." Gu Wei Thinking about it, he raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Shaojin.

Feng Shaojin's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, the light in them was unpredictable, and the chill was deep.

"Young Madam said... If Second Miss Mo likes you, just take the initiative to pursue you..." In just one sentence, Gu Wei divided it into several paragraphs before finishing intermittently...

He voluntarily skipped the most heart-wrenching sentence, not daring to repeat it.