When it was time to set off, several carriages came out of the Marshal's Mansion together. Siyu and Xiangyi were not with Mo Lingwei and Feng Shaojin, but climbed into Chi Yebai and Feng Yichen's carriage inside.

However, Feng Yichen and Chi Yebai hit it off immediately, and they chatted extremely speculatively, with a tacit understanding.

Feng Shaojin lifted the curtain, and heard the children's laughter coming from nearby.

The streets on both sides are full of fireworks, the breakfast stalls are steaming, and the voices of people are buzzing, giving people an inexplicable warmth in the freezing winter.

Mo Lingwei stretched out her head and looked out, and saw people wearing thick padded jackets coming and going, some were eating soy milk fried dough stick buns in front of the breakfast stall, some were drinking morning tea, and the vendors were shouting desperately, exhaling hot air. The mist, which is about to turn white, disappears in the cold winter day.

A ray of sunlight lazily shot out from the clouds, coating the whole street with a gentle golden light.

Mo Lingyuan turned against the Gong family back then, and Jincheng area was under the protection of the Mohist army, but it didn't suffer much damage. Now that there is peace, the bustling and prosperous scene of the past was immediately restored.

Looking at this bustling area, Feng Shaojin's eyes dimmed a little: "This is the first time I've been walking around the streets of Jincheng with you."

Mo Lingwei held his hand: "After the new year, let's go to Yuncheng in the south, okay?"

Feng Shaojin was noncommittal.

Mo Lingwei said again: "I heard from my brother and sister-in-law that the people in the south are extremely open-minded, and many of them came back from Western countries, and they are very business-minded.

Mr. He is also a philanthropic businessman, and Yuncheng is also developing very fast. "

The original Yuncheng was invaded by secret agents, burned, killed, looted, and now I don't know how it has been restored.

After all, it is the hometown that he sacrificed himself to protect, after all, he hopes that the place where he shed his blood can regain its prosperity.

Mentioning He Wenhao, Feng Shaojin's eyes flickered, "You and your brother and sister-in-law often mention Mr. He?"

Mo Lingwei shook her head: "Not often, but when I was in Fengjiabao, I wrote a letter to Mr. He, urging him to let go of the past and start over.

Later, I never received a reply, I don't know if I didn't receive it, or I didn't reply. "

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's eyes flickered slightly, "Maybe he wrote you a reply, but the housekeeper forgot to hand it to you, but he wrote me a reply."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

"I replied to you?" Mo Lingwei was surprised: "What did you say in the letter? When did you write to him?"

"Shortly after we got married, you moved to Fengjiabao, during that time you were always thinking about the He family, so I wrote a letter too.

In fact, I didn’t say anything, I just said that you and I are already married and living a good life, let him get married as soon as possible, and be as loving as the two of us, and live forever..."

What Feng Shaojin said was calm and breezy, but between the lines, he used extremely nasty words to describe how happy his married life with Mo Lingwei was, and how gluey the two of them were. I gave birth to a daughter with pink makeup and jade, who looks so much like Ling Wei...

It's just short of directly stabbing He Wenhao in the heart, saying that you will never get the person I want in this life.

Mo Lingwei didn't think too much, but asked, "What did he say in the reply?"

"Just say that I am very happy to know that you are still alive, and that is enough to know that you are happy!"

Indeed, He Wenhao only replied a few lines and had nothing else to say.

Mo Lingwei: "..."