Mo Jinlan looked at Mo Lingwei's figure: the curve was smooth and undulating, the proportion of the waist and abdomen was astonishing, but it was thin, and the palm-sized waist was a little thinner than other people's thighs.

Mo Lingwei thought about it, and thought it made sense, but such a good fabric can't be wasted, and it's okay to ask the nuns in other courtyards to help dismantle it and stitch it up again.



In the evening, Feng Shaojin came back.

Several bloody rabbits hung on the horse's back.

On the back of the guard's horse was a black blind man and a wild boar.

A sumptuous meal was cooked in the kitchen, and Feng Shaojin put a piece of rabbit meat in Mo Lingwei's bowl: "I wanted to hunt some foxes, so I stripped the fur of the foxes to make you a scarf and a vest.

The situation is not good now. The tenants in the mountains go hunting by themselves, and there are not many prey.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes: "The clothes and cloak in the other courtyard are enough for me to wear for a lifetime."

She swallowed the rabbit meat, and said: "Some clothes that I can't wear, I want my mother to re-size them, and give them to people who lack food and clothing."

Feng Shaojin smiled, with a calm face: "Your things, you can dispose of them as you like, and you don't need to tell me."

Mo Lingwei ate quickly, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and went to the operating room.

When Mo Jinlan came in to clean up the dishes, both Feng Shaojin and Gu Wei were there.

"It's all frozen?" Feng Shaojin tapped his fingers on the table: "So, the waterway can't go?"

"Yes." Gu Wei said: "That route is the safest route so far, and it can ensure that the young lady can reach Jincheng safely.

But I don't know how long the heavy snow will fall. When the snow stops and the ice and snow melt, I don't know what will happen.

The date of the young lady's return trip may be delayed. "

The land route is too unsafe, so we can only take the water route, but now the river is frozen, and it is difficult for merchant ships and ferries to move an inch.

Seeing Feng Shaojin's uneasy expression, Gu Wei advised, "Young Marshal, the sky is not fulfilling what people wish, maybe even God wants the young lady to stay by your side."

Feng Shaojin frowned more and more tightly.

The situation is getting worse day by day, who knows how chaotic Yuncheng will be?

If she can't leave this year, it will be even more difficult to send her away after the new year begins.

After this snowfall, it lasted for seven days and seven nights. In some places, the snow had already sealed the doors of their homes, and the life of the people who had no rations was even worse.

Mo Lingwei gave the rabbit fur that Feng Shaojin had brought back to Mo Jinlan directly. She went back to the other courtyard, and only picked out a few clothes and cloaks that she might be able to wear, and sent the rest out of the city gate.

Mo Lingwei stood in the empty corridor, holding a few medical books in her hands, leaning on the railing and looking down, scenes of the past flashed through her mind.

No matter how much love and resentment there is, it seems to be nothing at this moment.

In the face of life and death, all suffering can only be regarded as scratches.

To be able to survive, to enable more people to survive, and to enable those who survived to live with dignity and dignity is the goal at this moment.

Mo Lingwei gathered her snow-white fox-fur cloak, leaned on the white jade handrail, and walked down the stairs quickly.

Feng Shaojin was waiting in the hall, when he heard footsteps, he raised his eyes to look at her: "Is everything packed?"

"En." Mo Lingwei walked out of the hall with him, and stood in the front yard, "Shaojin, I have an idea, I don't know if you agree or not."

"Tell me." The cold wind blew and her hair fluttered. Feng Shaojin helped her straighten her cloak, and wrapped her whole body tightly in fox fur.

"There are so many other courtyards that are empty and empty, and so many good people are homeless. It's better to bring everyone here and settle down temporarily. It's better than living in bridge holes and streets." Mo Lingwei got on the horse.. ....