Chapter 2539

Hearing this, Mo Lingwei supported the edge of the wooden basin, stood up from the water, stepped out of the basin, in front of Feng Shaojin, took clean clothes from the shelf, and turned her back to him, orderly one by one. dress well.

Feng Shaojin stared at her smoothly curved back, the crystal clear water droplets stained the snow-white skin, shining with a lustrous luster, like beautiful jade.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his body seemed to be out of control. An evil fire rose up, but was suppressed vigorously.

He took the coat, walked behind her, put it on for her, and helped her fasten the buttons one by one, his voice was as hoarse as water: "Ling Wei, people cannot be resurrected after death, so please be patient!"

Mo Lingwei raised her eyes, staring firmly at the man's long and narrow phoenix eyes, those dark and gloomy pupils were filled with dense red blood.

"Shaojin." Mo Lingwei raised his hand and caressed Feng Shaojin's cheek: "Does your heart ache when she dies?"

"It hurts." Feng Shaojin's voice was choked up: "I also watched my brother's intestines pierced by gunpowder to save me, and died in front of me.

I also lost my mother, and even sent away my grandmother, and my father's life and death are uncertain.

I know how you feel at the moment, but I love your pain more than I feel sorry for her death. "

Suddenly, Mo Lingwei didn't know what to say. People's hearts are full of flesh, and no one jumped out of the cracks in the stone without breaking all emotions and desires.

She seemed to understand why Feng Shaojin had lied to her in the face of Feng Shaoqing's death, and why she was holding on to her as the only life-saving straw and refused to let go.

Mo Lingwei withdrew her hand, turned around, and walked out of the ear room step by step, to the guest room where Mo Jinlan was placed.

Feng Shaojin stood at the door, watched her retreating back, and led the guards to the study.

"Tell me, what happened at that time." Feng Shaojin leaned back in the chair, pinching the space between her eyebrows with her slender fingers: "What did Jin Lan say to her before she died?"

The guard told Feng Shaojin everything he knew, and said, "Second Miss Mo hopes that the young lady and the young marshal will be together well, and love each other until they grow old!"

Feng Shaojin raised his eyelids: "Young Madam, did you agree?"

"Agreed." The guard said: "Miss Mo also said that she did all this not for the sake of the young lady, but for you. If you like other women, she will do the same. Let the young lady not be sad. Don't be sad either."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin closed his eyes in pain, and said in a hoarse voice, "I see, you can go out."

Sure enough, it was Mo Jinlan's usual temperament, even before he died.

Stubborn by nature, hard-spoken and soft-hearted, disdain for anyone's sympathy and pity, stubborn and stubborn in life.

Life is precious, if you are not close relatives, how can you willingly give your precious life?

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Mo Lingwei knocked on the door of the guest room, and without waiting for the people inside to make a sound, she pushed the door open and went in.

Yun Liu had already washed Mo Jinlan's body carefully, and was planning to put on a pure white shroud for her.

Seeing Mo Lingwei coming, she twisted her veil and stood up, "Miss, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better." Mo Lingwei took the handkerchief from Yun Liu's hand, sat on the head of the bed, and wiped Mo Jinlan's wet hair: "I'll come and see her."

After a pause, he said again: "In Yuncheng for so long, she has been serving me all the time, so it's time for me to serve her again."

Her tone was restrained and suppressed, and all her emotions seemed to be hidden deep in her heart, like the calm after the storm...