The Seventh Bride of President

"Once there is turmoil, the whole South will be in dire straits. By that time, there will be many dead people and starving people everywhere, and this place will be reduced to hell on earth.

You know what I mean? " Mrs. Feng turned her eyes and looked at her.

Mo Lingwei:....

Mo Lingwei unconsciously clenched her hands in her cloak.

Seeing that she was silent, Mrs. Feng laughed and took the willow branches and blooming flowers from the maid. "What's the difference between my tea party and Feng's face and the current situation in the south?

Look at the willows and flowers. If they grow on the branches, the branches will grow and the flowers will bear fruit.

But once it is broken, the branches can only be turned into firewood, and the flowers will wither.

I'm just a woman's family. I don't know the country in men's mind, but I also know that if a family is compared to a tree, men will be like the branches on the tree. Once they are broken, they will be nothing.

Now Fengjia is not faced with Shaojin's broken branch, but the whole tree may be uprooted.

As a parent, how do you think I should treat you?

As a child, do you think that even if Shaojin marries you, he will be able to be with you forever in his life? "

Mo Lingwei:...

Mrs. Feng invited her to come here, not to persuade or force her, but to punish her.

Move with emotion, explain with reason.

Mrs. Feng took off the petals one by one and threw them into the river: "this flower was folded down when it was in full bloom and scattered into the river before it withered. When I think about it occasionally, I must remember what it looked like just now.

Once it's withered and thrown away, I'm afraid it won't even be remembered. "

Mo Lingwei:....

it's just like the relationship between Feng Shaojin and her. Feng Shaojin may remember her for a lifetime, and she will never forget him. But once their relationship is dissipated by quarrels and common things, they will only be scarred and eventually become resentful partners.

"Miss Mo, you are the daughter of Mo governor of Jincheng in the north. You have a noble status. If Shaoqing were alive before, we would approve of this marriage.

Even if you are not the daughter of Mo dujun, as long as you are clean, we will not object.

But now, your identity has become the biggest obstacle.

It's OK for you to be born humble and become Shaojin's concubine or flat wife, but you can't bow to others. I also understand that it's not only because of you, but also for the face of Mohism.

Even if you are willing to condescend, Mohism will not allow this marriage.

Shaojin has been fighting against Feng's family for a long time. At the last tea party, she left with you and fell ill with the governor's anger again....

Mo Lingwei:....

Mrs. Feng is blaming her for being unfilial.

Mo Lingwei's throat seems to have been stuffed with a bunch of cotton. She feels uncomfortable. She opens her mouth and says: "Shaojin, for my sake, can't live up to his love for me.

Madam, you know that Shaojin won't give up on me, so you changed your strategy to convince me, right

Mrs. Feng:....

Mrs. Feng didn't expect that Mo Lingwei didn't leave Feng Shaojin after listening to her instructions for so long.

"I thought you were a smart boy, so you should know what I mean, hum!" She sneered and gathered her face. Her eyebrows and eyes became sharp, just like the wind in early winter. She was chilly: "in that case, I will spread out my words and say, do you think Shaojin will fight against the whole Feng family for you, regardless of the life and death of the Feng family?

Even so, can you guarantee that he will live in peace of mind all his life and will not regret it? "