The Seventh Bride of President

When we set out, several chariots came out of the mansion together. Siyu and Xiangyi didn't stay with Mo Lingwei and Feng Shaojin, but climbed into the chariot of Chi Yebai and Feng Yichen.

Feng Yichen and Chi Yebai are just like old friends at first sight. They talk very speculatively and have a tacit understanding.

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

The streets on both sides are full of smoke, the breakfast stalls are full of heat, and the voices are boiling. It gives people a kind of inexplicable warmth in the freezing winter.

Mo Lingwei stretched out her head and looked out. She saw that people were always wearing thick cotton padded jackets. Some were eating bean milk fried dough sticks in front of the breakfast stand, some were drinking morning tea, and the peddlers were crying desperately. The heat soon turned into white fog and disappeared in the cold winter.

A ray of sunshine lazily shoots out from the clouds, plating a gentle golden light on the whole street.

Mo Lingyuan turned against the palace family at the beginning. Jincheng was under the protection of the Mohist army, but it didn't suffer much damage. Now it is peaceful, and the scene of prosperity is restored immediately.

Feng Shaojin looked at this bustling, the look at the bottom of the eyes dimmed a little: "I'm still the first time to walk with you in the streets of Jincheng."

Mo Lingwei held his hand: "after the Spring Festival, let's go to southern Cloud City to have a look, OK?"

Feng Shaojin is noncommittal.

Mo Lingwei added: "listen to my brother and sister-in-law, people in the south are extremely open-minded. Many people come back from western countries, and they are very business minded.

He is a philanthropic businessman, and Cloud City is developing very fast. "

The original cloud city was invaded, burned, killed and robbed. Now I don't know what it looks like.

In the end, it is the hometown that he once sacrificed his life to protect. After all, it is the hope that the place where he sprinkled his blood can return to prosperity.

Referring to he Wenhao, Feng Shaojin's eyes flashed, "do you often talk about Mr. He with your brother and sister-in-law?"

Mo Lingwei shook her head: "it's not often. I wrote a letter to Mr. He when I was sealing the family castle, urging him to let go of the past and start again.

But I didn't receive a reply. I don't know if I didn't receive it or didn't reply to it. "

Feng Shaojin: "maybe he wrote back to you, but the housekeeper forgot to give it to you, but he wrote back to me."

Mo Lingwei: "I wrote back to you...

" Mo Lingwei was surprised: "what did the letter say? When did you write to him? "

"Not long after we got married, you moved to Fengjiabao. During that time, you always talked about the he family, so I wrote a letter.

In fact, he didn't say anything. He just said that you and I had been married and had a good life. Let him get married as soon as possible, just like us. They love each other forever....

Feng Shaojin's words are light, but between the lines they use the most sarcastic words to describe how happy their married life is, and how close they are Ling Wei also gave birth to a daughter made up of powder and jade. How much she looks like Ling Wei...

she almost didn't insert a knife into he Wenhao's heart nest, saying that you can't get the person I want in your life.

Mo Lingwei didn't think much, just asked: "what did he say in his reply?"

"It's enough to know that you are still alive, happy and happy."

He Wenhao did return only a few lines, and had nothing else to say.

Mo Lingwei