The Seventh Bride of President

Feng Shaojin saw that they were coming, and took the lead to speak, with a business-oriented attitude: "ladies and gentlemen, yesterday, my father paid a visit to the young lady. He attached great importance to this matter and specially ordered me to clean up the Snake Mountain and exterminate the epidemic from the root.

The plague spread. Many good men in the south of China didn't die in the battlefield, but they died in the disease. Thanks to my wife, she found a good prescription.

On behalf of the people in the south, I'd like to thank you, madam

Feng Shaojin bows her hand to Chu Yunyao. Junyi's face is not mixed with half personal feelings, as if they have never met.

The explanation is very clear.

The epidemic is related to the life and death of the people. The governor Feng attached great importance to it, so he came to clean up Sheshan in person.

Chu Yunyao frowned more and more tightly. "As a doctor, it's my duty to help the wounded and the dying."

Mo Lingyuan's voice is not happy to interrupt the conversation: "that's it, let's start."

Feng Shaojin raised her hand to the guards: "get the body down from the mountain and throw it into the pit."

Chu Yunyao looked in the direction of Feng Shaojin's finger, and saw that a big hole had been dug out at the foot of the mountain, which had been sprinkled with lime, and the dead mice salvaged from the river had also been thrown into it.

Rotten bodies were carried down from the mountain by guards one by one. The smell of putrefaction became more and more strong. Some guards could not help but vomit by holding the tree trunk directly.

He Jingshu, who has been in Feng Shaojin's arms, can't bear it. She raises her hand to cover her nose and mutters, "it stinks!"

The voice is very small, but it still floats into Feng Shaojin's ears. There is a cold sharp light in his narrow Phoenix eyes.

The temperature is cold, and the wind blows on the face like a knife.

Mo Lingyuan untied his cloak and put it on Chu Yunyao. He touched Chu Yunyao's face with his finger: "the wind is strong, be careful to catch cold."

Chu Yunyao saw that his face was as pale as snow, and returned his cloak to him: "I'm not cold. You're not quite well. You'd better wear it."

Two people are modest, he Jingshu's sarcastic voice rings out: "Xinqi because Mo Shao's legs are disabled, also didn't see Mo Shao take the initiative to care about her, a little cold wind just, it's not to blow Mo Shao's wife away, why is mo Shao so?"

She opened her hood and showed a delicate face, staring at Mo Lingyuan.

Just now, he was far away. Before he came, he was warned by Feng Shaojin. For fear that he could not help choking, Chu Yunyao kept lowering her eyebrows and eyes, trying not to look at them.

But Mo Lingyuan's concern for Chu Yunyao's gentle voice makes her really unbearable, leaving Feng Shaojin's advice behind.

Although Cheng Xinqi has long heard about Mo Lingyuan's handsome and extraordinary appearance, she doesn't think so. In this world, after seeing Feng Shaojin's appearance, she has never seen a man who can compare with Feng Shaojin.

But never thought that there was a man as gorgeous as Feng Shaojin in the world.

Regardless of his delicate and sculptural features, he sat on the horse so leisurely that he didn't lose to Feng Shaojin at all, no matter in his elegant temperament or the momentum of the person who had been in the upper position for a long time.

His face was as white as jade, and his cheek was thin. It seemed that his body was still weak, but he gave people a kind of unreasonable pressure and willing surrender.

He Jingshu finally understands why Cheng Xinqi is so obsessed with Mo Lingyuan.

The man holding the power is just like Feng Shaojin, who has the capital to make all women crazy.