The Seventh Bride of President

The funeral was very simple and concise. Mrs. Gu believed in Buddhism all her life and didn't like extravagance. When Feng Yichen came to treat her, she gave her last words.

Feng Shaojin looked at the new tombstone, standing in the wind and rain, refused to leave for a long time.

Feng Muyun patted him on the shoulder: "it's said that you've been with your grandmother these days, and she can also close her eyes."

Feng Shaojin turns her head and looks at Feng Muyun. Suddenly she asks, "father Shuai, do you remember my mother?"

Feng Muyun: ---

Feng Muyun was stunned for a moment. The dark tide at the bottom of his eyes surged. He looked away and asked, "why did you suddenly mention your mother?"

"I'm thinking..." Feng Shaojin's fingers caressed the words on the tombstone: "is it true that people die like lights out?"

Rain fell on his dark hair, condensed into crystal clear small drops, wet his carved eyebrows.

He turned around, got on the horse, shook the reins and left quickly.

Feng Muyun stood in the same place, looking at the distance, dazed.

Mrs. Feng stood behind the tree trunk, looking at Feng's appearance, her eyes were red again.

For so many years, he had only the dead in his heart. Even if she was always with him, he would not see her.

Occasionally drunk, with affectionate eyes looking at her, will also call the wrong name, usually sober, looking at her line of sight, as if to look through her to another person.

She adjusted her mood and stepped forward: "master, it's late. Go back."

Feng Muyun suddenly asked: "why do you want to close Yichen at this time? Do you still hate her

Mrs. Feng wanted to explain, but she was interrupted by Feng Muyun: "it's just that people are dead. Forget it."

He didn't even look at her from the corner of his eye and left.

Mrs. Feng: ---

Mrs. Feng's heart is like a big stone, and all the words she wants to say are stuck in her throat.

She Na Na's mouth: "your favorite son died, your favorite son against your will fell in love with the Mohist miss.".

If you know that even your little son, who has always been in love with your married wife Chu Yunyao, would you be angry to death on the spot? "

Feng Muyun's health is not good, she can only hide these things, for fear that he will not be able to recover after he knows.

But she did so much to lead the two children to the right path, but it aroused his suspicion and suspicion.

What can she do?

There is a kind of grievance, called knock off the teeth, huoxuetun.

What evil did Fengjia create, a woman who both loved Mohism?

Mrs. Feng wanted to cry without tears.

...

Feng Shaojin was delayed for several days because of Mrs. Gu's business. When she came back, she was in a hurry to deal with the matter at hand, and she was too busy to see anyone for several days.

Mo Lingwei's legs are more competitive every day. Soon she can throw away her crutches and walk on her own.

She walked around the yard. The decoration here is similar to that of Wenjing garden, but there are still some differences. It is clear that it is not Wenjing garden.

Mo Lingwei wants to go out, and she is also stopped by the guard at the gate of the hospital mercilessly: "young commander, you are not allowed to go out, and no one can come in."

The tone was cold, and it was no longer the guards who could take care of her feelings.

It's very similar to Feng Shaojin's present style.

Mo Lingwei had to go back to her study to read.

There were neat papers on the desk, all spread out in front of her without any cover.

Mo Ling Wei swept an eye, can be regarded as the secret of Feng Jiajun, she very consciously didn't start to rummage.

After looking around the bookshelf, Mo Lingwei sees an old, thick Notepad. She pulls it out and drops a pile of portraits in it