Chapter 2367

Feng Yichen lowered his eyes and didn't want to continue talking.

Feng Muyun didn't have a good impression of Mrs. Feng, so she simply lowered her head to pick up the food.

A New Year's Eve dinner that was supposed to be bustling and bustling, but because of Mrs. Feng's presence, the entire restaurant was silent.

After eating, Feng Muyun threw away his chopsticks and went to the study room, Feng Yichen followed suit, Mrs. Feng sat at the table until the butler came to invite her: "Madam, the old slave can arrange the kitchen matters." , you go back to the ancestral hall."

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As night fell, there was a lively and festive atmosphere in the camp.

For this extra meal, everyone ate white rice and a large piece of oily meat.

After eating and drinking, the bonfire was lit.

Mo Lingwei and Mo Jinlan helped the kitchen staff divide the meat for each person. Seeing this scene, they were filled with emotion.

Because of Mo Lingyuan, Mo Lingwei lived in the camp for a long time, and she knows all too well the hardships and hardships in the camp.

The soldiers threw their heads and blood to defend their homes and the country, but they were still optimistic and calm, and they lived to death.

However, those who have obtained enough resources and can clearly live a good life do not know how to cherish them. In order to fight for power and profit, they will not hesitate to resort to all means.

Mo Jinlan, on the other hand, was used to being pampered and domineering in the past. She never knew that some people could be so happy just by eating better.

Recalling the past when he was in the Governor's Mansion, Mo Jinlan turned his head and glanced at Mo Lingwei, his thoughts turned back and forth.

In the past, I thought that Mo Lingwei was too stupid to be a good young lady, and she wanted to study in western countries to study western medicine, which was unacceptable to the secular people.

Dealing with those dirty and smelly patients all day long, it is a shameful thing for a young lady who has not left the cabinet to look at the bodies of all kinds of men and be ridiculed as unfeminine.

Only now did I realize that the one who was truly shameless was himself.

Relying on a good birth and a good family background, without learning or skills, without any special skills, what is the difference with a parasite?

The bonfire was burning brightly.

Feng Shaojin came to look for Mo Lingwei with Xiu'er in his arms, and led her to watch Feng Jiajun's performance.

Mo Jinlan followed Feng Shaojin, and suddenly thought of what Mo Jinyu had said to her: Some people in high positions should not only see their scenery, but also see the hardships behind them. !

It's too cold to be high.

Everyone envied Feng Shaojin for being the youngest and most capable marshal in the history of Yuncheng, but no one knew what he had experienced in these years.

If he hadn't been with him all year round, who would have known the pain and hardships of those people?

Feng Shaojin sat on the bench, holding Mo Lingwei with one arm, and supporting Xiu'er who was sitting on his lap with the other, watching the two burly men wrestling in front of him.

He watched with relish, and glanced at the woman next to him from time to time, but saw Mo Lingwei's eyes wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?" Feng Shaojin moved his thin lips to her ear and asked in a low voice, "Don't you like it?"

"No." Mo Lingwei returned to her senses, shook her head and said, "I'm just thinking about when this battle will be over and when the people will be in peace."

Among the people in the surrounding circle, those sitting were all seriously injured in the war.

The more serious ones lack arms and legs, but they are still alive anyway, but how many of those who died in the flames of war did not see the rising sun the next day?

Feng Shaojin's eyes turned, and he said meaningfully: "If the battle is over, your brother should also come to pick you and Xiu'er back to Jincheng."

Mo Lingwei: "..."