The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ling Loomer watched Ning Mengyao leave, with peace of mind and blessings on his face. Perhaps this is okay. He was relieved to see how well she was doing.

This side is resolved, the palace is in a state of sword and crossbow tension at this moment.

The minister has been killed several times, all of them unstable. As for Xiao Qifeng's side, none of them have happened.

This is probably the most comforting thing for Xiao Qifeng.

Joe Tian sat in the corner and looked at Ling Wuhou's arrogance. There was some impatience in his heart, and it was still over.

“After such a long farce, isn't the Prince Nangong planning to come out?” When Qiao Tian suddenly opened his mouth, Ling Wuhou subconsciously turned his head along the source of his voice, and saw Qiao Tian dressed in black vigorous clothing, his hair raised high, with obvious impatience on his face.

Ling Wuhou's most annoying person is probably Joe Tianjin: “General Jo, do you think you are still a general now? It's just a junior prisoner. ”

The last thing Joe Tianjin liked about him was that he was told so he slowly fought off the ground and had no poisoning at all.

“You... how could you be okay?” Ling Wuhou was really surprised that Qiao Tianchang could still stand up.

“Don't you believe you're stupid? Don't you know there's a shrink in the general's house? There will naturally be antidote to the dandruff.” Joe's mood seemed to suddenly change very well. Look at that smile and you'll know what's going on.

Ling Wuhou's face changed, Joe Tian Shuang is fine so...

Turning sharply, Xiao Qifeng stood up from the dragon chair, and there was no sign of such poisoning.

“Prince Nangong, do you need General Ben to invite you out?” Joe Tian glanced at Ling Wuhou's side and said with a smile.

The easy-to-wear Nangong Moon Seeing has been revealed, heading outside, trying to escape.

However, Joe Tianjing was not vegetarian, and when Nangong Moon approached the gate, Joe Tianjing was already blocked there.

“Joe Tian rolls away.” The Nangong Moon strikes directly at the key points.

“I admire your courage and give us all the excuses to contribute to the Mausoleum, and perhaps we need to thank you.” Joe Tianjin wrestled with the Nangong Moon while opening his smile.

After Nangong Moon was trapped, he naturally thought of this possibility. He was looking for an opportunity to leave, who knew that Joe Tian had discovered it.

He doesn't understand how Yi's masquerade was so successful that he was discovered. He used to be Mengyao, and so is now Joe Tianjin. Is he destined to lose to the couple?

Ling Wuhou looked at the Emperor's faction of Wenzhen Wu all stood up, his face was full of pale, and his resentment of Joe Tian grew.

“Xiao Qifeng, do you think you've won? Delusions.” Said to take a secret order out of his hand and a flare.

When the crowd did not react, Ling Wuhou had released the signal, and then waited in place. As long as he still had the secret order in his hand, it certainly had nothing to do with it, and he could still win.

Xiao Qitian heard Ling Wuhou's words, then looked at what was in his hand, and felt his face twisted. Surely this man is not here to rebel, is it funny?

“Really? Then we'll see.” Xiao Qifeng looked at Ling Wuhou with a smile and did not panic at all, as if he was not worried about what would happen next.

Between a few words, Nangong Moon has been defeated by Joe Tianjin.

Nangong Yue has always felt that he had a chance of winning in comparison to Joe Tianjin, but now he realizes that the gap between him and Joe Tianjin is not ordinary.

Joe Tian turned his back and tied up his clothes and threw them on the ground: “Did he just play a flare? ”

“Well, it should be here soon.” Xiao Qifeng squinted his eyes, filled with anticipation and excitement.

Sure enough, after hearing the horseshoes shortly, a heavily armed man came in from the outside. If Ning Mengyao's assassin was here and saw these people's costumes again, she must have been surprised.

“Seen the Emperor. ”