Chapter 582: 582
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With the help of the housekeeper, Mo Lingwei shakes out of the carriage, stares at the old thatched cottage for a moment, pushes open the half closed door and goes in.
There is a piece of white paper on the table. Seeing the handwriting on it, Mo Lingwei jumps fiercely in the corner of her eyes. Her heart seems to be thumped heavily by something. It's heavy and stuffy. She doesn't feel pain.
But even breathing seems to have consumed the whole body's strength, repressed and suffocated.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, just like Feng Shaojin's temperament, and the standard characters are like the person.
The color is dark red, with a strong smell of rust. At first sight, Feng Shaojin bit her finger and left her a blood letter:
this gentleman's mind is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak.
When the light breaks, the snow grows old.
The cold sword listens to the thunder silently, and the long gun guards the empty trench alone.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield, and blow through the corner all night.
When I come back, I will marry you?
...
when I come back, how about marrying you?
Mo Lingwei congealed the last line of words, with a bitter smile on her lips, took out the thick stack of letters from her arms, lit the candle on the table, and put the letter paper on the fire...
maybe the smoke was too heavy, and Mo Lingwei's eyes were red and tears rolled down.
Seeing this, the housekeeper advised: "Miss, why are you suffering? If you really can't put it down, keep these things for the time being. It's good to have a thought. Why do you burn them all?"
Mo Lingwei's voice is hoarse and weak, with a slight trembling meaning: "what should be broken has already been broken. It's better to burn it clean than to keep it just to add trouble."
More said, that tear bead son with broken line bead son, fall more and more fierce.
The housekeeper sighed in silence.
Mo Ling Wei that appearance, seem to be absolutely ruthless, still don't know what degree of heartbreak pain.
Where there is a little bit to end all want to die with that man do not contact the final decision.
The heart is clearly uncomfortable.
I really don't care about that person. Why do I still think about the injury on that person? I'm a little better, so I came to see him?
Why take all the letters of that man with you, or take them out and burn them all? If you really don't care, it doesn't matter for a long time.
When all the letters are burned to ashes, Mo Lingwei looks around the room, but doesn't find anything like that. She closes her cloak and goes out.
The housekeeper quickly followed and helped her into the carriage.
"This hut, burn it." Mo Lingwei lifted the car curtain and squinted at the distance.
...
the smoke was rolling into the sky. Mo Lingwei sat in the carriage and finally looked at the hut wrapped by the fire. She put down the curtain and disappeared at the intersection without looking back.
On the other side, Gu Wei inadvertently looked back and said in surprise: "what a big smoke. It seems that the fire is where we live these days."
Feng Shaojin smell speech, half closed Phoenix eyes suddenly open, lean out the head to look out, calm eyes bottom instant waves, surging waves.
He firmly grasped the car window, the veins on his forehead burst out, and the breath of his whole body was as cold as ice.
Gu Weisheng was afraid that he would jump directly from the window, so he grabbed his arm and said, "young master, calm down. Maybe there is a fire somewhere else, not our thatched cottage.
If the wound on your body is not healed, you should not take vigorous exercise to avoid tearing the wound again...
"return." Feng Shaojin's back slides down the wall of the car and sits back in her position. Her thin lip purses and she clenches her teeth to spit out two words.
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With the help of the housekeeper, Mo Lingwei shakes out of the carriage, stares at the old thatched cottage for a moment, pushes open the half closed door and goes in.
There is a piece of white paper on the table. Seeing the handwriting on it, Mo Lingwei jumps fiercely in the corner of her eyes. Her heart seems to be thumped heavily by something. It's heavy and stuffy. She doesn't feel pain.
But even breathing seems to have consumed the whole body's strength, repressed and suffocated.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, just like Feng Shaojin's temperament, and the standard characters are like the person.
The color is dark red, with a strong smell of rust. At first sight, Feng Shaojin bit her finger and left her a blood letter:
this gentleman's mind is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak.
When the light breaks, the snow grows old.
The cold sword listens to the thunder silently, and the long gun guards the empty trench alone.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield, and blow through the corner all night.
When I come back, I will marry you?
...
when I come back, how about marrying you?
Mo Lingwei congealed the last line of words, with a bitter smile on her lips, took out the thick stack of letters from her arms, lit the candle on the table, and put the letter paper on the fire...
maybe the smoke was too heavy, and Mo Lingwei's eyes were red and tears rolled down.
Seeing this, the housekeeper advised: "Miss, why are you suffering? If you really can't put it down, keep these things for the time being. It's good to have a thought. Why do you burn them all?"
Mo Lingwei's voice is hoarse and weak, with a slight trembling meaning: "what should be broken has already been broken. It's better to burn it clean than to keep it just to add trouble."
More said, that tear bead son with broken line bead son, fall more and more fierce.
The housekeeper sighed in silence.
Mo Ling Wei that appearance, seem to be absolutely ruthless, still don't know what degree of heartbreak pain.
Where there is a little bit to end all want to die with that man do not contact the final decision.
The heart is clearly uncomfortable.
I really don't care about that person. Why do I still think about the injury on that person? I'm a little better, so I came to see him?
Why take all the letters of that man with you, or take them out and burn them all? If you really don't care, it doesn't matter for a long time.
When all the letters are burned to ashes, Mo Lingwei looks around the room, but doesn't find anything like that. She closes her cloak and goes out.
The housekeeper quickly followed and helped her into the carriage.
"This hut, burn it." Mo Lingwei lifted the car curtain and squinted at the distance.
...
the smoke was rolling into the sky. Mo Lingwei sat in the carriage and finally looked at the hut wrapped by the fire. She put down the curtain and disappeared at the intersection without looking back.
On the other side, Gu Wei inadvertently looked back and said in surprise: "what a big smoke. It seems that the fire is where we live these days."
Feng Shaojin smell speech, half closed Phoenix eyes suddenly open, lean out the head to look out, calm eyes bottom instant waves, surging waves.
He firmly grasped the car window, the veins on his forehead burst out, and the breath of his whole body was as cold as ice.
Gu Weisheng was afraid that he would jump directly from the window, so he grabbed his arm and said, "young master, calm down. Maybe there is a fire somewhere else, not our thatched cottage.
If the wound on your body is not healed, you should not take vigorous exercise to avoid tearing the wound again...
"return." Feng Shaojin's back slides down the wall of the car and sits back in her position. Her thin lip purses and she clenches her teeth to spit out two words.
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With the help of the housekeeper, Mo Lingwei shakes out of the carriage, stares at the old thatched cottage for a moment, pushes open the half closed door and goes in. There is a piece of white paper on the table. Seeing the handwriting on it, Mo Lingwei jumps fiercely in the corner of her eyes. Her heart seems to be thumped heavily by something. It's heavy and stuffy. She doesn't feel pain. But even breathing seems to have consumed the whole body's strength, repressed and suffocated. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, just like Feng Shaojin's temperament, and the standard characters are like the person. The color is dark red, with a strong smell of rust. At first sight, Feng Shaojin bit her finger and left her a blood letter: this gentleman's mind is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak. When the light breaks, the snow grows old. The cold sword listens to the thunder silently, and the long gun guards the empty trench alone. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield, and blow through the corner all night. When I come back, I will marry you? ... when I come back, how about marrying you? Mo Lingwei congealed the last line of words, with a bitter smile on her lips, took out the thick stack of letters from her arms, lit the candle on the table, and put the letter paper on the fire... maybe the smoke was too heavy, and Mo Lingwei's eyes were red and tears rolled down. Seeing this, the housekeeper advised: "Miss, why are you suffering? If you really can't put it down, keep these things for the time being. It's good to have a thought. Why do you burn them all?" Mo Lingwei's voice is hoarse and weak, with a slight trembling meaning: "what should be broken has already been broken. It's better to burn it clean than to keep it just to add trouble." More said, that tear bead son with broken line bead son, fall more and more fierce. The housekeeper sighed in silence. Mo Ling Wei that appearance, seem to be absolutely ruthless, still don't know what degree of heartbreak pain. Where there is a little bit to end all want to die with that man do not contact the final decision. The heart is clearly uncomfortable. I really don't care about that person. Why do I still think about the injury on that person? I'm a little better, so I came to see him? Why take all the letters of that man with you, or take them out and burn them all? If you really don't care, it doesn't matter for a long time. When all the letters are burned to ashes, Mo Lingwei looks around the room, but doesn't find anything like that. She closes her cloak and goes out. The housekeeper quickly followed and helped her into the carriage. "This hut, burn it." Mo Lingwei lifted the car curtain and squinted at the distance. ... the smoke was rolling into the sky. Mo Lingwei sat in the carriage and finally looked at the hut wrapped by the fire. She put down the curtain and disappeared at the intersection without looking back. On the other side, Gu Wei inadvertently looked back and said in surprise: "what a big smoke. It seems that the fire is where we live these days." Feng Shaojin smell speech, half closed Phoenix eyes suddenly open, lean out the head to look out, calm eyes bottom instant waves, surging waves. He firmly grasped the car window, the veins on his forehead burst out, and the breath of his whole body was as cold as ice. Gu Weisheng was afraid that he would jump directly from the window, so he grabbed his arm and said, "young master, calm down. Maybe there is a fire somewhere else, not our thatched cottage. If the wound on your body is not healed, you should not take vigorous exercise to avoid tearing the wound again... "return." Feng Shaojin's back slides down the wall of the car and sits back in her position. Her thin lip purses and she clenches her teeth to spit out two words. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
