The General’s Little Peasant Wife

The wind looked at the body with disgust: “Get up. ”

“His Royal Highness Prince Xie.” Instead of changing the obsession in the body, it's more intense.

Ning Mengyao's eyes are full of disgust and dissatisfaction when she sees Muji. This woman is really embarrassing.

Xiao Qitian knew that the woman had bullied his woman and said impatiently: “Your Highness, it seems that the girl in your country is really very eye-opening. ”

Fengshui knew that Xiao Qitian was not aimed at him, he just didn't like to read the words.

When I was about to speak, I didn't even know the body language was broken. I pointed to Xiao Qitian and shouted: “Where's the slut from? ”

Xiao Qitian was first scolded like this, his face became gloomy. No wonder he didn't like this sister so much. Such a woman with a brain problem, no one would like it.

“The king does not know when he has become a untouchable, and His Royal Highness the Prince wishes you to give him an account.” Xiao Qitian didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to teach this woman a lesson, who knew he actually said such a thing, he was angry now.

The wind nodded: “Don't worry, Kiwang, it's natural. ”

Looking at Xiao Qitian in dismay, this man is a prince? But those who can be called princes in the wind kingdom, she knows, there is no such thing.

“His Royal Highness, let's go back to the palace to rest. I hope the prince will give an account to the king. Let's go.” Xiao Qitian snorted coldly and looked at the body like he was looking at a dead man.

The wind nodded and watched them leave, his eyes getting cold.

“Someone sent Miss Mu back and told Prime Minister Mu Er that she had offended King Xiao Guoqi. During the dinner, let him handle it himself.” He doesn't want to clean up this mess.

Mu was foolish enough to watch Feng Shu leave, and just after catching up, he was stopped.

Not far from here, people heard this side of the story, and their eyes were full of scorn, but when they thought about it, they thought that the handsome strange man was the king of Xiao.

When I think of people cursing their sluts, they feel blessed and happy.

In the weekdays, the idioms are highly exalted to everyone. They can't get used to it. Only hindering her father forced them to bear it. Who knows, they really take themselves seriously.

Let them say that Prime Minister Mu doesn't know what it means. He is so gentle and generous, and his elegant daughter doesn't spoil him. No wonder he broke his heart to spoil such a person. You should know that none of the palace banquets came this year.

They also heard that the two brothers and sisters were not at home at all during the New Year's.

Muji heard the discussion around him, his face brushed red, his brain was full of masterful words, offended King Xiao Guoqi's words.

Who's Ki Wang? They've heard of him, even if they haven't met him.

That was the only brother of Emperor Xiao, the two of them had good feelings, now they themselves offended people, and called them untouchables.

With this in mind, the face of Muji suddenly turned white. Just thinking of Dad's love for her, he is not afraid at this time, Dad won't punish her.

“Miss Mu, please. ”

Muji was angry, but he finally held on.

Prime Minister Mu heard the news brought by the people in the palace. Almost didn't pass out. This daughter was too bold. How dare she offend King Qi? Is King Qi such a good offender? I don't know what to do.

When I think about the banquet tonight, Prime Minister Mu suddenly has a headache. I want to talk to someone about it. I can't find anyone yet.

But that's exactly why it reminds him of the morning.

When I think of my son, I have a plan in mind: “Go find the master. ”

“The Prince said that Miss Mu and Young Master Mu were going to accompany a few dignitaries in the palace and would not return for a while.” Someone heard Prime Minister Mu and directly refuted it.

The face of the Prime Minister has become bitter, but now he has some regrets. Let them go for years, but ask them.

If he was nice to two kids, wouldn't they be around to come up with ideas?

With this in mind, I regret very much the lack of a source in my heart.