Chapter 2547

One faction believed that Mo Lingyuan brought the Mohist army south at this time because he wanted to steal the fruits of victory and replace the Feng family army. Feng Shaojin should divide half of the Feng family army to intercept Mo Lingyuan halfway.

The other faction thinks that with the participation of the Mohist army in the south, the war with the Orientals will surely achieve a quicker and complete victory. The Feng family army has fought against the Orientals for so many years, and the people at the border have long been in dire straits. Now the entire South The people in China just want stability and peace, and don't want to fight anymore.

The Mohist army has a high prestige in the hearts of the southern people, and I believe they will not do such extreme things as wanting to replace the Feng family army.

"What if? As you said just now, the Mohist army has always had a high prestige in the hearts of the people in the south. If Mo Lingyuan wants to occupy our south, how will we deal with ourselves?"

"At any rate, the young commander-in-chief and Mo Lingyuan are also in-laws. Is it possible that you want to tear your face apart?"

"The Mohist army hasn't reached the south yet, and you're in a mess?"

"It's because the Mohist army hasn't reached the south that I'm worried. If they arrive in the south, there is nothing to worry about. Everything is already settled."

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Feng Shaojin sat on the chair, listening to the two groups of people spitting and frowning, staring at each other coldly, he lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Young commander, what do you think in your heart when you say something?" One of the old men who was beside Feng Shaojin asked, "Do you already have an idea in your heart?"

The study room became quiet for a moment, and all eyes were on Feng Shaojin.

He raised his eyes and said in a low voice, "The Feng family army has always taken protecting the people of one side as its bounden duty, and now the Dongyang army has retreated overseas, but the war has not subsided.

The civil strife in Yuncheng has not been handled well, and the people are still in dire straits.

You were not defeated by the Orientals, nor did you put the life and death of the people first, but you were worried that the Mohist army would rob you of your achievements..."

Feng Shaojin's deep and narrow eyes swept across the people in the study, and those people lowered their heads under his gaze.

"I do have an idea in my heart, but no matter what, I will definitely not treat everyone badly, and I hope everyone understands their responsibilities and shoulders their responsibilities." Feng Shaojin stood up: "It's getting late, let's leave today, As for Mo Lingyuan, when the time comes, I will go meet him personally."

After hearing Feng Shaojin's assurance, as if they had taken a reassurance, everyone stood up one after another and left the study in an orderly manner.

After Feng Shaojin finished processing the documents on the table, he went back to the bedroom.

The lamp was still burning in the bedroom, Feng Shaojin sat on the edge of the bed, and saw that Mo Lingwei had fallen asleep, but her brows were furrowed, as if she had fallen into a nightmare again.

Feng Shaojin took off his clothes, lifted the quilt, hugged her in his arms, kissed her face, and called her name.

Mo Lingwei woke up, looked at the man who was close at hand, fear flashed from the bottom of her eyes, she tightly grasped Feng Shaojin's arm, like holding a piece of driftwood floating in the sea .

"Having a nightmare again?" Feng Shaojin asked with a pitiful tone.

"Yes." Mo Lingwei's nails dug into Feng Shaojin's arm

The man covered her body, his voice was deep and tender, as gentle as water: "Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

His thin lips fell on the corners of her lips, on her chin, on her neck...

Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, looking blankly at the swaying tent roof, as if she was in a turbulent river with waves, ups and downs...