Feng Shaojin looked at the reports in the newspaper coldly, and felt like a laughingstock. He would probably avoid this kind of woman if he had even the slightest relationship with him, so how could he fall in love with her? Still in love to the death?

He just lost his memory, he has not become mentally retarded.

Cong Yi suddenly muttered: "This young lady is also beautiful."

Although not as dazzling as Miss Mo Lingwei, she is heroic, with a rare heroism in her eyebrows and eyes.

Cong Yi couldn't help but looked down a few times, then suddenly fell silent.

Unexpectedly, this woman is also Master Shaojin's woman.

Feng Shaojin looked down, reached out to take the newspaper, and looked at the person on it. It was Mo Jinlan, who was neatly dressed, wearing a red horse riding suit, and holding a long whip.

Several rows of small black characters at the bottom are the introduction and report of Mo Jinlan's identity. Feng Shaojin frowned. This woman just looked familiar, and she didn't seem to have any impression.

He actually took this woman out and about, and even arranged for her to live in the military governor's mansion, dressing her luxuriously and pampering her beyond measure.

The identity of the woman turned out to be Mo Jinlan, the second young lady of the Mo family, and also the half-sister of the current ruler, Young Marshal Mo.

Feng Shaojin propped his forehead, lost in thought.

If the woman he likes is Mo Jinlan, everything seems to make sense.

However, the daughter of a wealthy family is born with a little more pride than other women. Even if she likes a man again, it is impossible for her to be a concubine for a man. This will not only shame herself, but also embarrass the entire family. Followed by shame.

Feng Shaojin stared fixedly at Mo Jinlan, who was smiling brightly and brightly, feeling a little more hesitant.

Feng Shaojin said, "From the beginning, find out all the reports about her."

It wasn't until midnight that Feng Shaojin realized that Mo Jinlan had used himself as a bait to lure Dongyang spy and Dongyang warrior away in order to protect more important people, and finally died tragically in the hands of those people...

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Didn't Feng Yichen say that the woman he liked died in a fire to save a child who was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire?

In other words, Mo Jinlan didn't end up dying in the sea of ​​fire, so he can't be counted as the woman he likes?

Feng Shaojin said: "From the beginning, search again, and find out all the reports related to the fire."

From one: "..."

Poor Cong couldn't open his eyes, but he had to cheer up...

At dawn, the sky broke.

Feng Shaojin still didn't find the answer he was looking for, so he returned to his bedroom, washed up briefly, rubbed his drowsy head, and lay down on the bed.

Low and deep crying lingered in his ears, the ground was in a mess, the expensive jade bracelets were broken into pieces and scattered in the hall, the woman was sitting on a chair, covering her face with her hands, as if she was tired from crying, the voice It's the weakness and despair after hysteria: "Feng Shaojin, let me go, can you let me go?"

She was thin and thin, with a white arm like jade exposed outside the cuffs, her hands were as slender as green onions, tears overflowed from between her fingers, and her thick black hair fell down casually.

She was wearing a plain cheongsam, with her body slightly arched, outlining a graceful neckline and a slightly protruding delicate butterfly bone on her back...

It was just a few short words, but the whole bedroom seemed to be filled with deep sadness, Feng Shaojin's heart throbbed again, this voice gradually merged with the only voice in his memory, a name was in his mind I'm ready to come out...