Feng Shaojin has never been a person who loves his sons and daughters, except when facing Mo Lingwei, he seldom mentions emotional matters with Gu Wei and others.

His mind sank into the deep sea, and he never showed it easily when he was calm and self-sufficient.

But at this moment, he seemed to have no scruples, and he seemed to be suppressed to the limit, and wanted to vomit quickly, but Feng Shaojin's confession-like words made Gu Wei's heart inexplicably sore.

Back then in the snow, wearing a cape of white fox fur, the woman with black hair and white clothes landed beside the two of them like a goddess who descended from the sky, pulling them back together from the hand of death...

That scene is vivid in my mind, and it will become fresher with time, engraved in the deepest part of my memory.

For Mo Lingwei's life-saving grace, apart from pure gratitude, Gu Wei had a faint feeling of indescribable affection.

But when the young marshal decided to pursue Mo Lingwei, Gu Wei strangled the budding bud in his heart, and regarded Mo Lingwei as Feng Shaojin's young wife.

He thought, how fulfilling it would be to be able to accompany the two saviors in this life and see them happily together.

But no one expected that the matter would develop to such a point that the two would form a bitter couple.

One desperately wants to escape, and the other desperately refuses to let go.

Feng Shaojin grabbed Mo Lingwei, as if he was holding on to the only straw in his life.

Mo Lingwei became the only burning lamp in his dark life.

A faint mist rose from Gu Wei's bright eyes, he who had never persuaded Feng Shaojin to give up, suddenly said: "Young commander, if it is too painful, just give up."

Giving up is good for you and Miss Mo.

Feng Shaojin was silent.

Now the flames of war are raging, and life is like a mustard. If you are alive today, who knows if you will exist in this world tomorrow.

It's better to let the other party live, and let yourself relax.



Chu Yunyao returned to the study, thinking about it, asked Mu Qing and Yun Da to find a map of the south, and analyzed the return route together.

Looking at Feng Shaojin's attitude, it is impossible for him to let Mo Lingwei go back to Jincheng easily.

Chu Yunyao took the penholder of the brush and meandered across the drawing: "I blew up the He family's ship, and the He family will definitely not let us go easily.

I want to take Ling Wei away, and Feng Shaojin can't let us go.

How about this, let's divide our troops into two groups, Mu Qing led the people to take the water route with great momentum, and I took Ling Wei and Xiu'er to take a shortcut and take the land route..."

After confirming the route, Chu Yunyao arranged for someone to start packing.

Bao'er went to knock on Mo Jinlan's door: "Second Miss Mo, our lady said that we will leave in a few days, would you like me to help pack things?

Bring more medicine powder on your body, the waterway we walked on when we came, the humidity on the ship was heavy and the fog was heavy, girls' skin was prone to itching..."

Bao'er babbled a few words, but Mo Jinlan suddenly became alert.

She opened the door: "Are you planning to go back to Jincheng by water?"

"Yes." Bao'er nodded: "The waterway is fast, and the boat is also convenient, but the land road is too bumpy, if you meet the He family, maybe something will happen.

When we came here, we took the water route. Our lady said, Young Master Xiu'er was not seasick when you brought him to Yuncheng, and Miss Mo and you were not seasick, so we will go directly to Jincheng by water.

After crossing the southern waters, it will be our master's territory. Our lady has been in Yuncheng for too long, and our master has sent several letters from home to urge our lady to go back..."

Bao'er spoke with great interest, as if she didn't see anything strange about Mo Jinlan.