The General’s Little Peasant Wife

For the first time, Joe Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao with such a serious expression. It can be seen how much he cared about Xiao.

“When Ming Nangong returns, ask him how many more people are available at the Regent's Palace, and I'll give you some more, but it'll take a little time, but no later than tomorrow morning.” Ning Mengyao thought about it and asked seriously.

Joe Tian had a little smile on his face, with a smile of anticipation in his eyes: “I'm relieved. ”

“Are you going to bring someone out?” Knowing that Joe Tian is as smooth as she is naturally can guess some of Joe Tian's thoughts.

Joe Tian nodded his head smoothly and frowned with some apprehension: “This is just the beginning. If we continue, Xiao's people do not know how many will fall into the hands of the Mausoleum. ”

“You do it, and I'll give you my full support.” It seems that the Mausoleum has not reached its limits, otherwise how can there be time to do all this mess?

Joe Tian stretched his hand into his arms and kissed him on the cheek with a faint smile on his face: "Thank you. ”

The voice of gratitude contained many meanings, and Ning Mengyao accepted his gratitude silently.

“Just this once.” She didn't like Joe Tianjing saying thank you, which made her feel so far away from each other.

Joe Tian nodded with a smile: "Okay, never again. ”

Nangong Ming arrived shortly after, reaching out to a group of soldiers, pressing about twenty people, each with confusion and confusion on his face, as if he did not quite understand why they should be caught in half.

Ning Mengyao was too lazy to ask one by one and turned to look at the frost: “The frost has been given to you and Nanyu, I want to know everything in the fastest possible time. ”

“Don't worry, miss, leave it to us.” Frost nodded with a smile. Nangong Ming Ming had some strange thoughts and didn't ask much.

After Green Frost and Nanyu left with people, Ning Mengyao looked at Nangong Ming with a serious expression: “Nangong Ming, if I let you take people with us against the Mausoleum, can you do it?” Although the same question had already been asked at the time of coming, this matter was of great importance, and Ning Mengyao could not help but ask again.

Nangong looked directly into Ning Mengyao's eyes: “The kingdom of the Mausoleum depends on the protection of the king to have today. For a long time, the king has refused to let us attack the kingdom of the Mausoleum, but now the Mausoleum is not benign, so don't blame us for our iniquity. ”

Because of the power in the hands of Nangong Flame, the Mausoleum has long coveted, secretly do not know how many times, but just because Nangong Flame can not do it, they waited, until now, after getting the news of the King's disappearance, the Mausoleum finally did everything against the Regent's government.

In that case, there is no need for them to continue to defend a country that has been squandered by the Mausoleum.

Although Nangong Ming did not answer her question positively, Mengyao could also understand what he meant. That is obviously what they are saying. They have already started against us, and of course we must also call back, which is called courtesy dealings.

Ning Mengyao nodded satisfactorily: "You hand over to Tianjin someone you can trust in the Imperial Palace. ”

“Okay.”

Nangong Ming took out a whistle, blown it up, three short two long.

After blowing, Ning Mengyao looked at himself curiously, Nangong Ming explained: "Much of the reason why the Mausoleum took action against the Regent's Royal Government was because of the Iron Guard in the hands of the King. ”

“Hmm?”

“It is an army of 10,000 men, trained by the King himself, hidden more than a decade ago, the Mausoleum sent people to find it for a long time.” It is also because of the power of this part that the Mausoleum did not dare to act, but rather brought in so many probes to get some information.

Mengyaoran nodded: “So all 10,000 people can use it? ”

“Yes, but when the Prince disappeared, the housekeeper, but this part of the people went to the Prince, there are probably less than 5,000 left.” Nangong thought of the missing master, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly, with obvious apprehension inside.

Ning Mengyao turned to look at Joe Tianjin: “Is 5,000 people enough? ”