Chapter 2231

Mo Jinlan squeezed out a little smile on that cold and arrogant face, "Thank you."

He Wenhao let go.

Mo Jinlan put the cup of tea in front of Mo Lingwei.

He Wenhao lowered his eyes, hooked the corners of his lips, and put another cup of tea in front of Mo Jinlan.

Looking at this scene, Mo Lingwei cast an apologetic look at He Wenhao.

Mo Jinlan's deliberate behavior was clearly explained by Feng Shaojin before he left.

Mo Lingwei thought that Feng Shaojin had suddenly changed his temper, not only agreed that she and Xiu'er should go out, but also specially asked Mo Jinlan to protect her.

But I didn't expect that the drunkard didn't care about drinking, and clearly sent Mo Jinlan to monitor her.

He Wenhao didn't seem to care about these things, and he still talked and laughed freely, "Second Miss Mo, I heard that the situation in the south is getting more and more complicated. Do you have any news from your side? How many soldiers and horses did the Orientals gather on the border this time?"

"I don't know." Mo Jinlan shook his head, his tone slowed down, but his face was clearly solemn: "I just heard that Yuncheng has produced a secret work, and many secrets have been leaked.

The Dongyang people's offensive became more and more fierce, and the firepower was concentrated. The young commander was worried that the defense line would be breached, so he personally led his troops to the front line..."

Mo Jinlan lowered her eyes, and her tone was full of worry: "I'm afraid that bad luck will happen!"

The tea splashed out of Mo Lingwei's purple clay cup, burning her fingers.

He Wenhao quickly pushed the handkerchief in front of her towards her, and asked, "Is it burnt?"

"No." Mo Lingwei picked up the handkerchief and wiped the tea stains on her fingers.

The place where the tea was splashed turned red with the naked eye.

Mo Lingwei didn't care at all, as if she didn't notice the pain.

Just when He Wenhao was about to get up to get the ointment, Mo Jinlan took out a bottle of ointment from his arms and handed it to her, and said, "This ointment is good, try it on."

Mo Lingwei took it, unscrewed the bottle cap, and saw a green grass-like transparent paste inside, which smelled faintly fragrant.

She is a doctor, so she naturally knew that these ointments would not be easily sold in the market, and they must have been prepared by Feng Yichen himself.

She picked some out with her little nails, and applied them on the reddened areas, which felt much cooler and more comfortable.

He Wenhao was trying to see clearly why the ointment had such a miraculous effect, when Mo Jinlan suddenly picked it up like a baby, put the cap on the bottle, and put it back into his arms.

He Wenhao said: "I remember that Master Yichen prepared this ointment specially for the young marshal, right? There are only five bottles in total. I was accidentally burned by fire when I endured it. I asked Master Yichen to ask for it with a lot of money. He Said that everything was given to the young commander..."

He Wenhao looked at Mo Jinlan meaningfully.

Mo Jinlan lowered his eyes, his face was calm, and he didn't look flustered at all, but his nails dug into his palm: "After Shaojin's injury has completely healed, there is still one bottle left, and I will keep it for him. "

Mo Jinlan glanced at Mo Lingwei, and explained uneasily: "Shaojin didn't give it to me, don't get me wrong, it's just that I was taking care of him during that time, and I kept these things for him. "

Mo Lingwei didn't care about these things, and asked, "Has he been burned or has he been burned?"

Mo Lingwei clearly remembered that when Feng Shaojin took off her shirt to expose her chest and arms, the scars on her body were criss-crossed, but she didn't see any burn marks.

Have those scars been repaired?

Mo Jinlan looked at Mo Lingwei, as if she wanted to tell the whole story, but she had taboos in her heart, as if hesitating to speak.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes, picked up the tea He Wenhao had poured, and took a sip.

Mo Jinlan saw that Mo Lingwei didn't ask any more questions, and anger surged up in his heart for no reason: "Are you just ignoring him like that?"