The man covered his waist and eyes, unable to get up because of the pain, lying on the ground writhing and moaning.

Mo Lingwei glanced at the man indifferently, and said to Yun Liu: "Let's go, dirty eyes."

Yun Liu yelled at the man, pushed Mo Lingwei away.

He Wenhao stood in the corner, witnessed this scene, and asked in a low voice: "I remember this is the young master of the Zhu family. When Mrs. Feng was alive, Mrs. Zhu was trying to curry favor with the Governor's Mansion and the He family. He Jingshu often gave Mrs. Feng crooked ideas.

Now that the Feng family has just handed over power to the Mo family, they have directly taken Miss Mo's idea..."

He Wenhao sneered: "The Zhu family thinks too highly of me, and also looks down on the Mo family too."

Ren Zhi stared at Mo Lingwei's back, and asked puzzledly: "Master, now that Young Marshal Feng has passed away, and Miss Mo is not the young marshal's wife of the Feng family, why don't you take the initiative to say hello to her? "

"I don't even have the face to see her. If it wasn't for helping me, she wouldn't have ended up like this. Maybe Feng Shaoshuai wouldn't have passed away." He Wenhao's handsome face couldn't hide his grief: "It's so far away I am satisfied just looking at her, let's go back!"

Shinobi pointed to the man lying on the snow and asked, "What should he do?"

"It's better to die and waste the land than live to pollute the air." He Wenhao walked out of the backyard without looking back, "Let him die in the fireworks building."

Shinobi: "Okay."

When Mo Lingwei returned to the front yard, Mo Lingyuan had already returned from the Feng family's cemetery.

He was already busy, and when he walked, his footsteps were windy, and he soon came to Mo Lingwei, put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, bent down, and asked softly: "Do you want to stay for a while, or come with me?" leave."

Mo Lingwei lost the mood to stay, "Let's go."

Mo Lingyuan leaned over, picked up Mo Lingwei from the wheelchair, sat in the carriage, and moved the wheelchair to the carriage by himself...

Today, Mo Lingyuan is in control of the north-south situation by himself, and has long been a hot topic, and his words and deeds are infinitely magnified in the eyes of the onlookers.

Seeing how kind he was to his own sister, those people's minds began to stir again, their eyes burning hotly wishing they could immediately kiss the Mo family.

The young woman who has not left the court is even more red-eyed. I didn't expect the tall and handsome young commander to have such a gentle side. If I can be lucky enough to marry him...

Mo Lingwei tore off the curtain, and looked indifferently away from those beautifully dressed women. Today is the day of Feng Shaojin's funeral. She and Yun Liu are both dressed plainly, and Yun Liu just wore a more expensive hair The hairpins are all scolded and dressed up beautifully. Although these people are not wearing red, they wear makeup and jewelry, and the brand-new clothes at the bottom of the box are all neatly worn, and none of them fall out.

If she didn't guess the thoughts of these people at the beginning, and didn't pay attention to the outfits of these people, what else would she not understand when she heard those heart-wrenching words in the attic of the greenhouse?

Feng Shaojin worked desperately, was covered in bruises, and among the people who did not hesitate to protect with his life, there were so many scum and scum.

In times of peace, they used the power and prestige accumulated by their families to enjoy themselves crazily.

During times of war, they can also use the rights and property in their hands to live a decent life with no worries about food and clothing and a group of servants.

Loves to climb dragons and phoenixes, has no shame, clings to power, and once the power he clings to falls, he immediately fears to avoid it and discards it like a shoe.

Mo Lingwei suddenly felt worthless for Feng Shaojin!