The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Who knows, and then you'll know?” Ning Mengyao looked at Xiao Qifeng.

She knew some news that Xiao Qifeng and none of them had ever known, that Ling Wuhou had recently made some minor moves and had a huge connection with Nangong Yue.

Now, even if they don't agree to these five pools, I'm afraid they won't even get them afterwards.

Ling Wuhou has long hated them. With the slightest use of the Nangong Moon, the unexpected results can be achieved.

“What do you mean? ”

“Watch Ling Wuhou, there will be a good show soon.” Ning Mengyao said it profoundly, but did not say it clearly.

“Mmm.”

“Yao Yao, let's go.” Joe Tian on the side opened his mouth suddenly.

“Okay.”

“In that case, the king left with Yao 'er.” The South Palace flames followed the couple away.

Now he doesn't want to go to the palace, he wants to spend more time with his own daughter.

Nangong Yue Yin returned to the walking palace with a depressed face. He kicked all the people inside out and looked at the front with a gloomy face: "Damn it.” He's never been so passive, so lame.

“Your Highness, is that how we let it go?” The people beside them also looked angrily at Nangong Moon and gave way to five pools, which they were unwilling to do.

Nangong Moon glanced at the talker: “Forget it, what else can we do? Do you want to make Mausoleum a problem? ”

In the past, Nangong Moon felt that Tombo Ramadan was in the Mausoleum, which was of great benefit to them, but now he feels that Tombo Ramadan is simply a sword placed around his neck, threatening their lives at all times.

When he returns, he will have to find a way to weaken Tombo Ramadan's power in the Mausoleum.

“But Your Highness...”

“How they take it, and I'll make them spit it out.” When is his stuff that easy to grab?

As soon as the people below listened, they immediately understood that they were not speaking at this time.

“In that case, when does His Highness intend to proceed?” The man was a warrior by the Moon of Nangong, named after him.

Nangong Moon glanced at the white eye: "Things must have been pretty much done by Ling Wuhou? ”

After a whitewash, he understood the meaning of Nangong Moon: “My subordinates understand. ”

The people around them looked at each other in confusion. What were they talking about? I can't understand a thing.

Ling Wuhou, Ling Lo already knows the identity of Ning Mengyao.

“Dad, what did you say? Yao 'er, she's the daughter of King Regent of the Mausoleum? How is that possible?” Linglo's eyes widened incredibly.

Once, Mengyao was tall, like a princess, with her, those people would think he climbed.

After his rebirth, he was the spoiled master of the Hou Mansion, and she was just a fatherless orphan, adding a sense of superiority to his heartache.

But he had no idea that she had changed her mind, becoming not only the chief of the pavilion of Tombo Sai, but also the daughter of King Regent of the Mausoleum.

Nangong Yan's position of power is much greater than Lingwu Hou's, but she is the county master of the high rank.

Ling Wuhou looked at his son and nodded helplessly: “This is true, as Regent Wang Nangong Yan himself admitted, if it had not been confirmed, he would not have said it in front of so many people. ”

If you think of Nangong Flame, Ling Wuhou regretted it in his heart. Why did he look at Xiao Zixuan when he gave up Ning Mengyao?

If it was Ning Mengyao who married Linglo, their identity would now rise to the height of the boat, but nothing was possible.

The difference in Linglo's heart is unexpected and regrettable in his eyes.

“Dad, I'm not just gonna let it go. She's mine. It's mine.” Linglo's eyes were full of madness.

Ning Mengyao is his wife, he can't let her be with other men.

Ling Wuhou looked at his son like this and was worried: “Don't do anything stupid. ”

Where does Linglo listen at this moment, his eyes are full of possession and plunder of Ning Mengyao: “Anyway, I will surely grab her.” Previously she had no identity, the two lost arms, and now she's as tall as ever, so they're just a natural couple, and nobody can stop them from being together.