If Mo Lingyuan really investigated this matter personally, he didn't find out the real culprit for two months, and he was punished in the past, but Mo Lingyuan was lacking in skills and had to go to the battlefield, where could he take care of so many things?

The more Chu Yunyao thought about it, the more angry she became: "What is the palace lord doing to eat, why didn't he let his two sons help investigate this matter?" He ......"

Afraid that Chu Yunyao would say something more radical, Mu Qing covered Chu Yunyao's mouth with a handkerchief in fright, made a gesture of "shhhhh

Gong Dagongzi and Gong Ergongzi have not been back to Jincheng for a long time, and they are not as popular as the young marshal in the people's psychology, and the president is also an expedient measure that has been forced.

In the event of turmoil, it is still ordinary people who suffer, which is also a situation that the young marshal does not want to see. ”

Chu Yunyao knew that she had lost her words, so she shut up, but she was still angry in her heart.

Seeing that Chu Yunyao was still puffing up, Mu Qing persuaded for a while, and was about to leave, when he happened to see Bao'er come in, stared at her twice, wanted to say something, and felt that he had nothing to say, sighed, bowed his head and left.

Until the evening, at nightfall, Mo Lingwei's body finally got better, although the fever on her body had not completely subsided, but it had already decreased.

Chu Yunyao was afraid that she would lie down all day and her body would be uncomfortable, so she put a cushion on the pillow, let her lie half-back, and fed her some medicine to eat.

Mo Lingwei already looks full of classical temperament, demure as water, this sick appearance, at a glance, looks more and more weak.

Sick as Xizi wins three points.

Mo Lingwei's face turned pale, and her voice was weak: "I'm tired of my sister-in-law." ”

Although Chu Yunyao is two years younger than herself, Chu Yunyao at this moment has become her backbone in Mo Lingwei's heart.

It's like an older brother.

Chu Yunyao touched her little face, "It's good that you're okay, he asked someone to send you a few letters, I'll put it in your pillow, if you want to see it, you can take a look."

Who can say for sure what will come? Maybe Feng Shaojin will die soon......"

Mo Lingwei thought that she had heard something, her dry and miserable white lips moved, and she looked at Chu Yunyao in a daze.

Chu Yunyao sighed: "In the afternoon, Mu Qing came over and said that the war in the south was urgent, and their commander's health would not be better for a while, and your brother would personally lead the troops to support."

Isn't this southern coach the Feng family? Feng Shaojin must go to the front line.

The gun didn't last long, maybe it fell on him, and he was injured again, and if he knew that you were sick like this, he might be distracted.

I'll hide your illness, and now that you're sober, make up your mind, do you want to see him one last time, or give him a reply, or just let him die completely and go back to the south with regrets? ”

Mo Lingwei's already chaotic mind was completely blank, she looked at Chu Yunyao fixedly, her eyes flashed, and she lowered her eyes: "That's it, it is impossible for me to have a future with him, it is better to be completely dead." ”

Chu Yunyao wanted to say something, but Bao'er hurriedly ran in and said happily: "Miss, the young marshal is back and is waiting for you in the Moon Pavilion, go over and see the young marshal." ”