Hearing Feng Shaojin's words, Mo Lingwei was silent for a moment, and said, "I want to take Xiu'er around and let him see some scenery and people he has never seen before, but you don't want to.
I'm not going, and you don't want to.
Feng Shaojin, you are used to being domineering, as long as it is something you don't like, you won't agree to it.
Why should I waste my breath? "
Even children's chicken feather shuttlecocks are not spared, what is there to figure out the mind of this kind of man?
Mo Lingwei pushed Feng Shaojin away, and walked into the hall: "I'll go and see Xiu'er, didn't you say you're a little hungry, let's go downstairs and have dinner."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Xiu'er was sweating profusely playing alone, when she saw Mo Lingwei approaching, she threw herself into Mo Lingwei's arms, staring at her with a pair of sparkling eyes.
He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't say it.
Mo Lingwei took out a handkerchief to wipe off the fine sweat on Xiu'er's forehead: "Xiu'er still wants to play with Uncle Ninja?"
Xiu'er rolled her eyes, and nodded after a while.
Mo Lingwei felt a little sad, "Uncle Renzhi is very busy, I will ask Uncle Renzhi tomorrow to see if he has time to come and play with you, okay?"
Xiu'er lowered her head, and after a while, she agreed sensiblely.
The child is extremely obsessed with the things and things he likes, and after only playing for a day, although Xiu'er's movements are still a bit slow, they are much better than at the beginning.
Seeing that he was tired from playing, Mo Lingwei took him to the ear room to freshen up, and when she put Xiu'er on the bed, she was about to read to him as before, when Xiu'er suddenly slipped off the bed, ran to the hall, and put the The Maitreya Bodhisattva who came was placed on the head of the bed.
He lay back on the bed again, folded his hands on his chest, turned his head slightly, and looked at Mo Lingwei peacefully.
Mo Lingwei leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Don't be afraid, Xiu'er, my aunt will sleep with you tonight, there is a bodhisattva to bless Xiu'er, Xiu'er will have a good dream."
Before finishing reading a page, Xiu'er closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Mo Lingwei quietly left the bedroom, went to the study, and wrote a letter to her brother and sister-in-law to inform Xiu'er of her current state.
Now that there is chaos, I don't know if these letters can be delivered to Chu Yunyao and Mo Lingyuan safely...
That night, Feng Shaojin did not stay and left after dinner.
Mo Lingwei didn't ask any further questions, handed the written letter to the guards, and went back to her room to rest.
In the early morning of the second day, Mo Lingwei took Xiu'er downstairs, and the guard brought a small box over and put it in front of the two of them: "This is bought by the young commander's order. The young master can choose it at will. Look at it." Which do you like?"
Mo Lingwei opened the box, and what she saw was a box full of various kinds of shuttlecocks, not only those with chicken feathers, but also all kinds of shuttlecocks tied with colored wool, which were extremely beautiful.
The guard said again: "Young Marshal also arranged several servants who can play shuttlecock, to play with the young master today."
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei sat in the gazebo, looked at the servants surrounding Xiu'er, and sighed.
Those people were afraid of Xiu'er, a little nervous, and their skills were not as good as patience. Xiu'er didn't seem to like playing with these people.
Mo Lingwei didn't want to embarrass these servants, so she let them disperse at noon.
She wanted to take Xiu'er for a stroll in the street, and was about to go out, but she didn't expect Feng Muyun and Mrs. Feng to come together.
Although Governor Feng's power is not as good as before, but the remaining prestige is still there, he sat in front of Mo Lingwei, looking up and down Xiu'er like looking up and down...
Xiu'er played with the feather shuttlecock in her hand, completely immersed in her own world, unaware of the scrutiny of the outside world...