After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

Chapter 173 Just friends?

"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed!"

Fu Yansheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and stood in front of her with a mixture of teasing and seriousness in his tone, "If I had known you were so heartless, I should have left you in the desert to fend for yourself!"

Ling Mohui raised the corner of her mouth with a mocking smile: "It's mutual. I saved your life, and you happened to save mine. We are even."

Fu Yansheng sighed lightly, then changed the subject: "Let's pack up. There will be a banquet in the military camp tonight, and King Pingnan specially invited the two of us."

Ling Mohui raised her eyebrows slightly, with a bit of surprise in her tone: "Even I am invited?"

"That's right. Wei Ruoming has reported your heroic deeds in the operation to King Pingnan. You are now a well-known figure. Let's go and celebrate!"

Fu Yansheng's tone was relaxed and encouraging.

Ling Mohui was cheering in her heart, and hurriedly told Chuntang: "Help me dress up quickly, I want to enjoy a feast!"

The hard days in the desert brought her craving for food to a head.

The Beizhu Army reconnaissance team not only successfully rescued the members of the delegation, but also accidentally captured a deputy general and several soldiers of the Yanzhou Army. This was undoubtedly a sign of a great victory, and the army was filled with joy and pride.

When Ling Mohui and Fu Yansheng entered the camp, the surrounding soldiers looked at them with more admiration in addition to the usual respect.

In the past, their respect for her might have stemmed from her status - the daughter of a general and the wife of a prime minister, but this time, everyone was more impressed by her bravery and wisdom.

Especially Ling Mohui's eyes sparkling with intelligence and her neat white teeth captured the hearts of countless soldiers. Their eyes almost revealed admiration that was difficult to conceal.

If she wasn't already a married woman, many warriors would have been eager to approach her and show their affection.

The banquet began with laughter and joy, and the soldiers sang and danced to celebrate this series of victories.

After eating and drinking, Ling Mohui quietly found a quiet corner, wanting to enjoy a moment of peace.

"Mo Hui!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Ling Mo turned around and saw Wei Ruoming standing quietly under the shade of a tree, exuding a gentle and elegant aura.

"Sir!"

Ling Mohui exclaimed softly, her heart filled with gratitude and joy.

Wei Ruoming sat down beside her, his tone full of sincerity: "What happened that day was really thanks to you. Your courage and wisdom are admirable!"

He gently raised the simple wine jug, the copper-green luster flickered under the weak candlelight. Ling Mohui's eyes flashed a smile, and she took the wine jug smoothly and naturally: "You're welcome, a thousand cups of wine are not enough when you meet a bosom friend!"

His words revealed a sense of open-mindedness and casualness.

"If you hadn't stopped me in time, I would have made a decision that I would regret forever."

Wei Ruoming's eyes were deep, as if he was recalling the suffocating moment on the battlefield.

Helping the enemy to fight against his own comrades, such behavior would at the very least result in severe punishment by military law and expulsion from the land he swore to defend with his life; at worst, it might cause the army's morale to waver and the Northern Army's Great Wall of Steel to fall apart, a burden that his thin shoulders could not bear.

Especially at that moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of killing Fu Yansheng, and he only wanted to help her get back the divorce letter that symbolized her freedom. Everything else seemed to no longer matter.

Thinking back on it now, I can't help but feel a little scared, and cold sweat quietly soaked the back of my clothes.

Ling Mohui's smile was as warm as the spring sunshine. She gently patted Wei Ruoming's shoulder and said in a gentle but firm tone: "You made the right choice. As a friend, I am proud and happy for you!"

The power of friendship was like a warm current, quietly flowing into Wei Ruoming's heart.

"Just... friends?"

Wei Ruoming's eyes were fixed on Ling Mohui, and there was a seriousness and inquiry in his eyes that could not be ignored.

Ling Mohui took a sip of the wine. The amber liquid glowed alluringly in the moonlight. His eyes were far-reaching, as if he had penetrated the night and looked at the unknown future: "Sir, your future is infinitely bright. You should not be trapped in the narrow path of emotions because of one person."

At this time, Fu Yansheng's voice sounded softly, like a clear spring in the mountains, clear and firm: "You shouldn't just look at yourself like this."

After she finished speaking, a complex emotion flashed across her eyes. Was it uncertainty about the future, or helplessness about the current situation?

Just as Ling Mohui was about to speak, the soldiers suddenly called out from behind, with boldness and enthusiasm: "Major General, come and drink with us! We are lining up, waiting for you to take the first glass of wine!"

That was the brotherhood on the battlefield, simple and pure.

Ling Mohui raised the corner of her mouth with a smile, which was filled with admiration and pride for her brothers: "Go quickly, that is your world, your place of glory."

His encouragement was like a fire, instantly igniting the fighting spirit in Wei Ruoming's heart.

Wei Ruoming nodded slightly, stood up, and walked towards the soldiers who were waiting for him, every step he took was firm and unyielding.

At this time, Ling Zhiyun walked in slowly, with a playful sarcasm on her lips: "Sister, what a good trick, making two outstanding men jealous of you, it's really enviable!"

There was obvious jealousy and provocation in her tone.

Ling Mohui frowned, obviously not welcoming her sudden appearance: "What is your purpose in coming here?"

"Sister, do you mean you don't welcome me home?"

Ling Zhiyun asked back, with a hint of pride in her tone.

"I know, you're here to see Fu Yansheng, right? He's in the room."

Ling Mohui directly exposed her intention. Not wanting to deal with her any more, she turned around and was about to leave.

Ling Zhiyun suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Ling Mohui's wrist tightly. The force was so strong that Ling Mohui couldn't help but gasp: "Sister, do you really want to leave your husband, or do you want to hold his heart firmly in this way?"

Her eyes were full of provocation and unwillingness.

Ling Mohui's face turned pale with pain, and she struggled to break free: "Ling Zhiyun, I have told you repeatedly that I have no interest in Fu Yansheng. If you can't even keep a man's heart, it's your own problem!"

There was impatience and indifference in his words.

"I can't keep you? He loves you so much that he almost sacrificed himself. Can't you feel that deep love?"

Ling Zhiyun stared at her unwillingly, her eyes slightly red, as if she was complaining about some injustice.

Ling Mohui frowned in confusion: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Ling Mohui, sometimes I really don't know whether you really don't understand or you are deliberately avoiding reality."

Ling Zhiyun's words were full of sarcasm.

"Remember that time when he returned from the border, he used up his last bit of strength to walk back! And you were just in a coma due to slight dehydration. Do you know how much effort the doctors put in to save him?"