The General’s Little Peasant Wife

She was trying to match him, and he took the initiative to release her hand.

Her eyes closed slightly, and when she opened them again, there was no fluctuation in them. Instead, she was calm, as if it had just collapsed, not like her.

Ning Mengyao walked into the courtyard and found a box from the vintage queen bed in the room, and took out a green jade from it. On top of that permeable jade, there was a lettering.

Looking at the jade pepper, she preferred to mock herself at the corner of her mouth, put the jade pepper back in the box, closed the box and locked it with the key.

In the box, there was another box. I glanced at the box, and Ning Mengyao reached over and opened it. It was a large pile of paper, and I looked at it and closed it.

With that little box, Ning Mengyao went to Qianzhuang, and when he came out, the box in his hand was gone.

Looking up at the bustling streets, after letting go of certain things, Ning Mengyao realized that her heart was actually much easier.

Bought some food on the street, went back to cook for herself, after the day gradually darkened down, Ning Mengyao took the tongue oil she had bought. In the house, the house was filled with tongue oil. Late at night, Ning Mengyao held the torch and lit the place where she had lived for six years.

Watching the small courtyard was slightly devoured by fire, a little turned to ash, preferring Mengyao to turn away, while she had only a small bag on her body, nothing else.

The next day, Linglo came to Ning Mengyao's house with his heart and saw a pile of debris burned to ruins.

Looking at the house, which was burned to ashes, Linglo's eyes flashed with horror: “This… what happened? ”

The man next to Linglou circled around the house and returned to Linglou shortly afterwards: “Young master, there is oil poured around the house.” That's why the house was burned like this.

It was as cruel as ever for her to leave in such a way that her body took an uncontrolled step back.

“Young Master, you...”

“Mingfang, I'm fine, why can't she understand me?” Lingloan muttered to himself.

Ming Fang saw Linglou like this, didn't know how to comfort him, soothed: “Young Master Ning, you know her personality very well, don't you? ”

Young master has been unknown to a village aunt since five years ago, he did not understand at first, but gradually he understood that Miss Ning did not look like that, at least that temperament he had not seen on any village aunt.

Linglo's hands were slightly stiff. Yeah, he knew her best, didn't he? If she were truly to be a plain wife, she would rather give up, and now she has done so, cutting off the relationship between them in such a cruel manner.

In a remote mountain village a thousand miles from the capital, at the foot of the mountain, a fine wooden house was added, surrounded by a fence surrounded by vines, flowers and seedlings with high thumbs in a vegetable plot in front of the house.

The door of the cabin, suddenly opened, came out from inside a delicate girl, the girl in a light pink embroidered dress, with a bamboo basket in her hand, long hair with one head and waist, just a jade jade casually grabbed a hairpin, the rest of the hair, casually scattered behind her, and this person was the Ning Mengyao who suddenly disappeared in the capital.

A month and a half ago, Ning Mengyao came to this ordinary village and bought a landscaped wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

It has been a month and a half since she came to this place, and her heart gradually calms down, doing what she once wanted every day, growing vegetables, embroidering flowers, or going around the village, and everyday life is calm and full.

Put the basket in your hand on the corner of the wall, take the barrel at the door to the creek not far from the house, pour a barrel of water on the vegetable seedlings, and then go back to the kitchen to start a day's life.

After the meal, Ning Mengyao took out an embroidery frame from the house with a piece of embroidery on the shelf, which was already half rusted.

Sitting in the yard rusted for a little while, there was a voice coming from the door, a young girl's voice.