Wen Tingjun was even more surprised: "Young Marshal Feng and your He family..."
How could there be such deep hatred?
Aren't the Feng and He families related by marriage?
He Wenhao didn't regard himself as the He family, and said frankly: "This marriage has been delayed for several years, whether it will be successful or not is another matter.
For Young Marshal Feng, there are many ways to deal with things, but tonight's move may not be the fastest and best way. It will not only make these people dumb and eat Coptis chinensis, but also make them obediently spit out what they eat.
Why not do it? "
Extraordinary times, of course, call for extraordinary measures.
Wen Tingjun nodded: "Yuncheng is really not as good as Jincheng, I'm so shallow."
He Wenhao shook his head: "Jincheng without Young Marshal Mo is clearly better than Yuncheng. Otherwise, how would your Wen family fall?"
Wen Tingjun: "..."
Wen Tingjun was speechless.
Inside the carriage.
Mo Jinlan's legs were almost numb from the pain from standing for a long time, Feng Yichen pushed the foot stove in front of her, "Going to the camp, all the facilities are very simple, you must follow my brother there ? Are you not afraid that your legs will be so crippled?"
"Chinese New Year is a place where relatives get together to have a reunion dinner. The warlord certainly doesn't want me to stay in the mansion. It's better to go to the camp with Shaojin." Mo Jinlan paused: "I may not have seen Xiu for a long time. son."
Feng Shaojin sat on the other side of the carriage, with his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking, as if he hadn't heard the conversation between the two at all.
Feng Yichen raised his eyes to look at Feng Shaojin, and sighed silently.
When it comes to feelings, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. What Mo Lingwei said is right, there is really no room for outsiders to comment.
Feng Shaojin suddenly said: "The place in the camp is simple, I will take Xiu'er to live there for two days first, and after two days I will pick up Ling Wei there, you arrange someone to decorate the place well, she is very particular by nature, I'm afraid she won't be able to live there used."
Feng Yichen said angrily: "She went to Laoshan to collect herbs. After going there for half a month, the place she lived in was even worse. How could she be so particular about her temperament?"
Feng Shaojin gave him a sideways look, and Feng Yichen had no choice but to shut up.
The carriage stopped halfway, Feng Shaojin said: "You send Jinlan to the camp first, I will go back to the other courtyard first, and bring Xiu'er there tomorrow."
Feng Yichen: "..."
Can you refuse? cannot.
In another courtyard.
Mo Lingwei filled a box full of Xiu'er's things. Except for books, there were not many clothes for her own. They packed everything up and put them in the hall.
Feng Shaojin went back to the bedroom lightly, and saw that Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er were already asleep, not wanting to wake them up, she closed the door quietly and went back to the guest room.
the second day.
After Mo Lingwei brought Xiu'er to wash up, she had just left the bedroom and was about to go downstairs when Feng Shaojin had already come out of the next room.
In the corridor, the four eyes met.
Mo Lingwei glanced at Feng Shaojin lightly, and looked away.
Feng Shaojin stepped forward quickly, originally wanted to hold her hand, but after thinking about it, he wrapped his arms around, grabbed Xiu'er's back collar with his palm, twisted the child up, hugged her in his arms, and smiled Rubbing the child's head: "Xiu'er is getting heavier again, and has grown into a big child."
Mo Lingwei: "..."
How could anyone hold a child like that.
Xiu'er had long been used to being hugged by Feng Shaojin, so she didn't react much.
After waking up that day and calling Mo Lingwei "auntie", Xiu'er never spoke again.
Mo Lingwei decided to let nature take its course. The child woke up well and did not get worse. It is a blessing in misfortune. For the rest, there is nothing to pursue.
What will happen to Xiu'er in the future depends on his fortune...