The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“What did you say? Say it again.” Ning Mengyao stared at the man opposite, his voice was shaking slightly, in those eyes with incredible stares.

Linglou looked at Ning Mengyao's incredible appearance and opened his mouth. If he reached his mouth, he seemed to be unable to say anything.

The people around him pushed him gently, Linglou looked up again, with a firm eye: “Yao 'er, you know who I am. For the sake of the prince, I must marry Xiao Zixuan, so...”

Ning Mengyao smiled and looked at Linglo, who couldn't even speak for himself. He looked at each other with ridicule: “So you want me to be your concubine? ”

Linglo shook his head hastily: "No… not a concubine, but a plain wife. ”

“Ha ha, plain wife?” Ning Mengyao shook his body and took a step backwards, staring dead at Linglo: “It seems you still don't know me enough. ”

Who would she rather be? For two generations, she would compete with other women for the change of circumstances for the man she liked?

She and Ling Lo were a couple in their previous life, about to get married because of accident came to this strange era, and after coming here, he was a young master of Ling Yunhuo, loved by all, and she was just an orphan abandoned by her family.

At that time, he met unexpectedly, he was as good to her as ever, he didn't care about status, and she thought they would love each other as they did in previous life.

Six years, six years in this place, she hasn't changed, and he's changed, and for the sake of power, status wants her to share a man with another woman.

When did she get down to this point?

“Yao 'er, listen to me, I love you, but...” Seeing Ning Mengyao's gradual cold eyes, Ling Luo walked to Ning Mengyao's face and grabbed her arm, some impatient explanation.

“Love? The last thing Linglo deserves to say is love is you, love me? You loved your rights and your status more. You didn't know me that long? I have my pride, let me share another man with a woman, that's impossible.” Ning Mengyao reached out and patted Linglo's hand, cold mouth.

Linglou looked at his hands ruthlessly struck, his body slightly stiff: “Yao 'er, how can you do this? Three wives and four concubines are normal in this place.” There is nothing Linglo can do about Ning Mengyao's resistance.

Ning Mengyao's pupils narrowed and looked up at Linglou: “Three wives and four concubines? Then you go to a life you think is normal and don't look for me anymore. ”

Speaking these words, she thought she wouldn't be upset, but only after she really spoke out did she realize that she was not as strong as she thought she would be and that her heart ache could not breathe.

Poor thing she doesn't know, his mind doesn't know when it's going to be as corrupt and stupid as the people of this era.

“Yao 'er, why can't you understand me? I'm doing it for our own good.” Linglou looked at Ning Mengyao's increasingly desperate eyes, and he was also a little irritated, shouting at Ning Mengyao.

Ning Mengyao walked towards Linglou one step at a time, lifting his hand and slapping him heavily in the face: “For our own good? Linglo, you are only doing this for yourself. From now on, you and I will be ungrateful. Goodbye is only for the passers-by. ”

Deep glance at Linglou, those beautiful eyes did not have the love of the past, some were just ruthless cold, in a plain white cotton cloth dress, she was saved in the wind, long hair due to her turning in the air to draw a nice curve, like a flower bush, like a flying ink butterfly.

Linglou covered his face and watched Ning Mengyao leave. He did not go after him, nor did he say anything to save him. He did not know that his letting go at this time was forever. Goodbye was nothing but human.

Ning Mengyao didn't know exactly how to get back to her house. She looked at the delicate little courtyard in front of her.

Looking at the small courtyard, Mengyao laughed at herself. She thought he was going to live with her. She wanted a life, but the reality hit her hard in the face.