I don't know what Feng Shaojin would think if he knew the ugly faces of these people. Perhaps, he knew the true faces of these people in the first place, but he never bothered to care about them.
Seek his own government in his place.
He has always only done what he should do, shouldered the responsibilities he should shoulder, fulfilled his due obligations, and had a clear conscience!
After all, in this world, besides these people with bad habits, there are many kind people.
Some responsibilities and obligations always need some people to carry them appropriately without regard to rewards.
Mo Lingwei raised her eyes and looked at her brother sitting across from her, thinking, if her brother loses power one day, or the one who wins in the first place is not her brother, she still doesn't know what will happen to the Mo family.
Mo Lingwei said softly: "Brother, Yuncheng is different from Jincheng, you have to take care of yourself."
"Do you want to go back to Jincheng with me, or go back after your injury is healed?" Mo Lingyuan said: "If you go back with me, you will have to wait a few more months.
There are too many things here, and I won't be able to deal with them in ten days and a half months, and it may have to wait until the end of the year. "
Mo Lingwei was silent, "Jinlan said before she died that she hoped to be buried next to my second brother, and I want to bring her back to my second brother as soon as possible."
The early winter of this year is really too cold.
The person she wanted to see would never be seen, and she seemed to have no reason to stay.
She has done everything she should have done for the people in the south.
Seeing that she had made up her mind to go, Mo Lingyuan sighed: "Okay, when your leg injury recovers, I will ask Changyu to personally escort you back to Jincheng."
The carriage was running fast, and the curtains of the carriage were blown up by the cold wind.
Mo Lingwei looked outside blankly, her eyes fixed on a certain place, her eyes were empty.
Mo Lingyuan couldn't bear it, and decided to selectively tell her some things: "Ling Wei, when Feng Yichen came to my side and handed over the Feng Family Army, he also transferred all the private properties in the south under Feng Shaojin's name to you. Named."
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingyuan said again: "He originally wanted to see you, but even though your life was no longer in danger, you still haven't woken up, so I refused him on my own initiative.
Later, it was heard that he entrusted all of Feng Shaojin's funeral affairs to Gu Wei, and had already left Yuncheng. "
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei finally came back to her senses: "He has been here?"
"En." Mo Lingyuan paused, and after careful consideration, he finally didn't tell her about the fact that there was no one in the coffin, so as not to cause her hope to fall into complete disappointment and despair.
The deceased is dead, even if he is alive, he doesn't want to see Feng Shaojin.
My sister is so young, and her life is so long, leaving this sad place and returning to Jincheng, she can start a new life.
Don't be afraid to start life over again, I'm afraid you'll be trapped in a deep pit forever, and you won't be able to get out of it for a lifetime.
Originally thought that Mo Lingwei would ask something, but found that she didn't ask anything, but fell silent again.
Mo Lingyuan took the initiative to speak: "I don't know where he went."
Mo Lingwei nodded. Feng Yichen, who couldn't even find his brother, seemed that the information Yun Liu had inquired about was correct.
Back at the residence, when it got dark, Mo Lingwei didn't know if she was soaked in the wind in the snow or what, but she started to have a fever that night.
Lingering on the sickbed all day, eating tasteless, falling asleep and drowsy, getting thinner and thinner day by day.
The doctor came every day at noon to change the dressing on her leg injury. Yun Liu saw that the scab had festered again, sticking to the white gauze, and Mo Lingwei, who was pulled by the flesh, was sweating profusely on her forehead, and grabbed the doctor's hand. The gauze in his hand: "I'll do it, I'll do it, you just need to prepare the ointment and give it to me. I'll do these things in the future."