Feng Shaojin came out of the meeting hall, went into the study and drafted a plan to deal with the he family....

Feng Yichen burst in angrily: "brother, how can you do that?"

Feng Shaojin raised her eyes and stared at him. Then she lowered her eyes and wrote hard. Her tone was not quick: "you seldom come to the camp. What happened? What made you so angry?"

"Are you going to send your father and wife to the western countries?" Feng Yichen rushed to his desk: "do you know what this means?

Why do you still treat your father like this?

Don't you know he's not well? "

Feng Shaojin put more than half of the paper of the plan aside and wrote the rest of the plan on the white paper: "I'm just afraid that when the war starts, I won't take him into consideration. If the he family asks for his father's help, it will disturb my plan."

Feng Yichen's eyes focused on the page, "if you deal with the he family, if father Shuai knows...

" so, sending him away is the best way. " Feng Shaojin stopped writing: "my people have found out that he Changyu has been in contact with the Oriental people. Many things that determine the livelihood of the people in the south are in the hands of the he family, so they have to be caught off guard.

Don't worry about this. When the storm is over, my father will come back if he wants to. It's the same with staying in western countries if he doesn't want to. "

Touching the bottom line, Feng Yichen also knows the importance. He retreats two steps and says, "what you say is so high sounding, it's not because of Mo Lingwei..."

Feng Shaojin raises her eyes and stares at Feng Yichen coldly: "because how is she? No, what about her? Is it difficult for you to repent for her only when she is burned to ashes?

If regret is useful, I would have gone with Shaoqing long ago. Why live in this world and suffer? "

Feng Yichen: "I don't mean that!"

"It's better to go back to the governor's office and persuade father Shuai to think about it as soon as possible and leave early than to talk to me." Feng Shaojin starts to write again.

Feng Yichen thinks about Feng Shaojin's words, Mo Lingwei's tragedy, Chu Yunyao's indignation, and he Jingshu, who is completely driven out of the governor's mansion this time.

If it had not been for Mrs. Feng to take he Jingshu to the mansion, so many things would not have happened.

The last time Mrs. Feng took he Jingshu to another hospital, she caused so much trouble that Feng Shaojin's patience reached the limit. The governor clearly found an excuse to send he Jingshu back to his home.

Only Mrs. Feng was so confused. After the storm passed, she didn't discuss with anyone. She came to the door in person and took he Jingshu back to the governor's office.

He Jingshu and that Ji Zongyuan have a lot to do with each other. It's not like the relationship between master and servant.

Feng Yi Chen fidgety with claw planed planed to planed a head: This is all what broken matter!

All the way to the governor's house, Feng Yichen will whip and rope thrown to the front of the small Si, stride into the hall.

"Where's the governor?" Feng Yichen took off his coat and asked.

"In the study." The housekeeper took Feng Yichen's coat, dusted the dust that didn't exist on it, and hung it on the clothes shelf.

Feng Yichen raises his foot to the study, pushes the door open, and sees that Feng Muyun is writing.

"Father Shuai, what do you write?" Feng Yichen pretends to be relaxed and grins to Feng Muyun. "Who are you writing to?"

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