Chapter 2491

Feng Yichen opened the drawer, carefully wiped the pistol clean with silk, put it back into the gun case, and went back to the bedroom...

At night, everything is silent.

The closed door was pushed open again by a gap, and a figure flashed in quietly.

Feng Muyun gently closed the study door, pulled the curtain, struck a match, and with a flash of light, he saw the documents placed on the desk and the information Feng Yichen extracted from the documents.

He couldn't help but lit the lamp, and turned over the documents page by page. Looking at the handwriting left by Feng Yichen on the white paper, he felt as if he was in a sea of ​​ice and fire.

Hatred made his old body tremble slightly.

Feng Muyun opened the drawer, took out the pistol from the box, and put it in his arms.

Outside the window, thunder and lightning, miserable wind and rain.

Feng Muyun blew out the lamp, leaned on the wall and walked out of the Governor's Mansion in the dark.

The entire Governor's Mansion was quiet, because of Mrs. Feng's death and the first seven, the servants were so busy that they didn't touch the ground, the mansion was not enough, and with such a big event, they were so tired that they didn't close their eyes for several days.

Finally, the first seven days passed, and it was another stormy night with thunder and lightning, and everyone slept soundly and deeply.

The guards at the door were guarding dutifully, but they had replaced Feng Muyun's own people long ago, and Feng Shaojin had already withdrawn his surveillance of Feng Muyun.

Of course, they couldn't go against Feng Dujun's wishes, and rode away with Feng Muyun overnight.

This mansion has always been decided by the warlord and the young marshal. Now that the young marshal is not here, the guards leave with the warlord. It wasn't until Feng Yichen finished washing up the next day and went to the study to get the gun that he realized that the gun that had been in the drawer was gone. gone.

He went to Feng Muyun's bedroom slowly, but found that the bed was already empty, and when he touched the bedding, there was no heat at all, and it was already cold.

In this windy and rainy early winter, he might have gone...

A bad premonition flashed in Feng Yichen's mind.

He asked the guards on shift, and was told that Feng Muyun left with a group of guards in the middle of the night last night.

These guards were all Feng Muyun's people, and they were even more loyal to Feng Muyun. He didn't let these people leak his whereabouts to Feng Yichen, so no one informed Feng Yichen in advance.

Feng Yichen's mind was in a mess, while sending someone to tell Feng Shaojin about this matter, he took someone to find Feng Muyun...

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On the way back to the camp, Feng Shaojin and Mo Lingwei sat in the back row of the car.

Feng Shaojin's fingers penetrated into the gaps between Mo Lingwei's five fingers, interlocking with hers.

Mo Lingwei's head was tilted to one side, and her eyes fell on the scenery that flashed past and quickly receded outside the window.

Feng Shaojin slightly turned his body and approached her: "If one day..."

Mo Lingwei turned her head, looked at Feng Shaojin with clear eyes, and waited for what he wanted to say.

Feng Shaojin met her gaze, his eyes were dark and gloomy, like the flickering lights in the dark night, suddenly he couldn't say what he wanted to blurt out.

"If one day, Yuncheng is captured, do you want me to die with you?" Mo Lingwei asked.

Her voice was calm and calm, without any fluctuations in her tone, as if she was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Life and death matter, she doesn't seem to care at all.

"Why do you..." Feng Shaojin felt suffocated and uncomfortable, his Adam's apple rolled, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you think so?"

"Is my idea wrong?" Mo Lingwei continued to turn her gaze out of the window: "Yuncheng is your root, your life, and you bear the hatred of the country..."