Mo Lingwei thought she heard it wrong, and looked up at him in a daze: "Going to the camp?"

"Yeah." Feng Shaojin explained softly: "Before Yichen left, he said that Xiu'er had been stimulated and was a little abnormal. The child was afraid and insecure. I wanted to take him to the camp for a while.

When he gets in touch with more people, has experienced more things, and becomes more courageous, he might forget what happened. "

Mo Lingwei's soup spoon slipped from her fingers and fell into the blue and white porcelain bowl, making a soft "ding".

Mo Lingwei only thought it was a fantasy: "Feng Shaojin, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know." Feng Shaojin's attitude was unprecedentedly tough: "I'm just telling you, not asking for your permission, let alone discussing with you."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei really wanted to grab the soup bowl in front of her and smash it hard at Feng Shaojin's face, to see what was in his head.

"There are no swords and guns in the camp. The Feng family's army will be training intensively. Occasionally, there will be sneak attacks by the enemy. It is the severe winter of March 9th, and the sky is freezing. Xiu'er's body has not fully recovered. You have to take a three-year-old little girl with you." Is your child going to camp?" Mo Lingwei was trembling with anger, "Feng Shaojin, if you have any dissatisfaction with me in your heart, just direct it at me, and don't vent everything on Xiu'er.

He was still a child who didn't speak much. "

Feng Shaojin raised his eyes, the masseter muscles on the side of his face tensed, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a moment. He looked at Mo Lingwei's red eyes, and said softly: "If you are worried, you can also go to the camp together. It’s just that it’s really rough there.”

Mo Lingwei was so angry that she couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily. She didn't know whether Feng Shaojin threatened her with Xiu'er because he wanted to bring her by his side, or whether he said that deliberately because he knew she couldn't do without Xiu'er.

In short, don't worry.

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to compromise, and went back to the bedroom to pack Xiu'er's things.

After Feng Shaojin had dinner, he was picked up by Gu Wei.

In the governor's mansion.

Feng Shaojin and Feng Muyun sat facing each other in the hall.

Feng Muyun took a sip of tea, and her voice was a little angry: "That child Jingshu, I have ordered people to send him back to He's house.

Your mother, the warlord also ordered her to meditate in the ancestral hall, what else do you want?

You don't even want to have a reunion dinner in the mansion, and you don't want to spend the year in the governor's mansion. Do you still have me as a handsome father in your eyes? "

Feng Shaojin's voice was indifferent, with a sarcastic tone: "I'm afraid I might lose my life after eating, the mistress of this mansion never cared about my feelings.

If my mother is still there, she will definitely support my decision.

I wish my father a happy new year in advance, and wish my father good health and a happy new year! "

The sudden mention of his wife seemed to have poked Feng Muyun's sore spot. He was stunned, his anger was instantly blocked in his throat, and he couldn't express it.

If Jingyi was still alive, the family wouldn't be in such trouble.

Gu Wei made up his sword at the side: "Overlord, the young commander sent a humble officer to investigate, and the lady who gave the medicine to his wife was already targeted by the spy. After those medicine powders were put in the soup, fortunately the young commander drank less. , if you drink two more sips, you may not even be able to save your life!"

Feng Muyun: "..."

Gu Wei continued: "Seeing that the Orientals couldn't put a spy next to the young marshal, they turned their ideas on Madam. Madam always likes to be lively, and often invites people to play cards, watch operas, enjoy flowers and drink tea. It is not difficult to be a good lady."

Feng Muyun: "..."