The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Are you trying to make him mess around?” After a moment of reflection, Ning Mengyao understood what Joe Tianjin meant. It seems that this man is really in the dark.

Joe Tian nodded his head smoothly: "Yes, I just want him to mess around so I can get the results I want. ”

“You should talk to Xiao Qifeng first.” Though she's not very fond of the place right now, she also knows that others are innocent.

It's better to say hello first than to teach. Xiao Qifeng will be unhappy with Joe Tian.

“Don't worry, it'll be fine.” Joe Tian smoothly patted Ning Mengyao's shoulder.

The two chatted in the courtyard for a while, and Joe Tianjin stopped the person from lifting his waist: “It's too late, go back and rest. ”

“Mmm.”

The next day, Joe Tian entered the palace smoothly, and Ning Mengyao called in the green frost.

Seeing that Ning Mengyao doesn't have a face, Qing Frost means some Alexander. What does that mean, miss? Why she felt scared.

“The frost lifts the sealed meridian from me.” Lin Mengyao opened his mouth while Frost was thinking.

Frost's hand was stiff and then looked at Ning Mengyao's face and seemed to be determining whether she was serious or not.

“Miss, you...”

“Do as I say.” She knows martial arts, and she is not low. All she learns from Linglo is some defensive tricks, whereas the royal wind taught her internal strength. She learned for several years, because she didn't want people to know that she had internal strength, so she let Frost seal her internal strength.

This time, she was taught a painful lesson, and if it wasn't for her inner strength being sealed off, she would be able to do something about it, and she wouldn't end up with the child in her belly.

This lesson has taught Ning Mengyao deeply that whoever is counting on cannot be counted on, because no one will follow you 24 hours a day. Only if you have the ability to protect yourself can you protect your important people or things.

So she doesn't care, and soon her identity will be known, and there will be plenty of people to ask about the truth, so she has to be strong enough.

“Miss, I'm worried...”

“I'll take care of it, don't worry.” Ning Mengyao shook his head and looked at the frost and said seriously.

There was also a reason to seal her inner strength, because she had some difficulty controlling her inner strength, easily hurting the people around her, and herself, so much so that the royal wind agreed to it after she brought it up.

Green frost looked at Ning Mengyao and saw her face seriously. In the end, she could only nod her head helplessly: “Okay, then prepare the lady. ”

“Okay.”

Half an hour later, Ning Mengyao sat on the bed in a white vest leg, frost sat behind her, holding a silver needle in her hand.

Outside, Qingxuan and the others watched carefully, they were worried that Joe Tian would break in after returning, and then they would lose a fortune.

The silver needle in Green Frost's hand went toward the big points on Ning Mengyao's body, and then Ning Mengyao's already ugly face became even more ugly.

It's been a long time since I felt this way. The sudden emergence of strong internal forces made Ning Mengyao feel a little unbearable.

“Miss, hold on.” Ning Mengyao's face was so pale, the blue frost was a little worried.

Ning Mengyao nodded painfully. This can only be borne by himself. Good thing this feeling didn't last long. Soon Ning Mengyao felt his body was full of strength and his mouth slightly snapped up.

“Ha ha.” Smooth laughter came from Ning Mengyao's mouth.

From today onwards, no one can move anything she cares about, who touches who dies.

When Qiao Tianjing returned, he heard Ning Mengyao laughing in the room. This was different from her voice on weekdays and she hurried in.

I saw Ning Mengyao sitting on the bed with a tray and a silver needle on her.

“Frost, what's going on? Is something wrong with Yao Yao's body?” Qiao Tianchang, who cares, is confused. Although Mengyao's face is a little pale, it doesn't look particularly ugly.

Green frost looked at Joe Tianjing, looked at Ning Mengyao, and finally pulled the silver needle out of her: “Sir, let me tell you about this. ”