Chapter 2365

He Wenhao lowered his eyes, and explained neither humble nor overbearing: "I must know the whereabouts of the He family. As for Ji Zongyuan, if I hadn't followed He Jingshu's whereabouts, I would not have been able to figure out the details of this person.

As for the matter of the Feng family, I have never had the ability to win over the young marshal, it was just that when the young lady went to my mansion to thank me for saving her and the young master, she casually mentioned that she was going to the camp..."

Master moves, click to stop.

When a smart person talks to a smart person, there is no need to speak too thoroughly, as long as the two of them know each other well.

There was a careless smile on the corner of Feng Yichen's lips, "No wonder my brother said that the He family will fall into your hands sooner or later, I've already drunk the tea, it's getting late, so I'm leaving!"

Feng Yichen got up and left gracefully, his back quickly disappeared into Ruyi Building.

Ren Zhi came out of the cubicle, saw Feng Yichen had rode away from the window, closed the window, and asked, "Young master, what does Master Yichen mean by those words?"

"It's just a warning." He Wenhao slowly drank the remaining half of the cooled tea in the teacup, and said softly: "Remind me, if Young Marshal Feng can support me in secret, he can also support others in secret. Well, if I have the slightest intention of being unruly, I don't know whose hands this He family will fall into in the end.

Ah! You say it's funny or not, what should I be wary of if I'm a cripple?

How can someone like me compare to Young Marshal Feng? "

Unbearable: "Young master, don't talk about yourself like that. Miss Mo has never been the kind of snobby who likes to be arrogant."

He Wenhao lowered his eyes and looked at his feet: "You are right, I am too arrogant to belittle myself."

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Feng Yichen rushed all the way back to the Governor's Mansion, and saw that the whole Governor's Mansion was decorated with joy, with brand new red couplets pasted on the courtyard gate, and two red lanterns hanging at the door.

The quaint and solemn mansion gate plaque is also hung with red silk cloth, which is still thick and festive compared with previous years.

Feng Yichen lifted his feet and walked in, thinking about how to speak, so that his father and commander-in-chief would spare the time to release his wife from the ancestral hall, and everyone would sit down and have a New Year's Eve dinner together.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, she saw Mrs. Feng sitting on the grand teacher's chair, holding a gift list, and counting the gifts placed in the hall with the housekeeper.

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen carefully scrutinized Madam Feng's expression, and saw that her expression was the same as before, she was still the wife of the military governor in the mansion, as if the servant who died in the mansion half a month ago had nothing to do with her generally.

Feng Yichen's heart suddenly sank, and he suddenly didn't want to take out the hairpin tucked into his sleeve.

The butler was the first to see Feng Yichen and was overjoyed: "Master Yichen, you are back, the master was still thinking about you just now."

The corners of Feng Yichen's lips curled up, and he said lazily, "Come back for the New Year's Eve dinner."

Mrs. Feng closed the booklet in her hand, and she was very happy: "It's good to be back, mother personally stewed the West Lake beef soup that your brothers love..."

Feng Yichen paused, and took out the hosta in his hand.

"Is it for me?" Madam Feng closed her mouth from ear to ear, her eyes were wet: "I have no children in my life, and I brought you up with my own hands, so you are the most filial, and it is not in vain that I love you. "

Mrs. Feng took the hairpin from Feng Yichen's hand and put it in the bun.

Mrs. Feng looked behind him and asked, "Where is Shaojin? Why didn't you come back with you?"

"He's in camp..."

"Didn't he even come back for the reunion dinner?" Madam Feng's eyes became even more red: "For the sake of a woman, he even gave up his elders who gave birth to him.

If there was no Mo Lingwei, how could our Feng family have split to such an extent?

Did Mo Lingwei encourage him not to let him come back to spend the New Year with your father, right? "

Feng Shaojin frowned with a headache: "Mother, if a person like brother is not willing, who can influence his thoughts?

Also, when I came back today, I saw Jing Shu with a man in Yanliu Lane..."