The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Green bamboo and worry-free people in the Imperial City were fighting over the ground, and those who had already taken the antidote at the border guard also realized that the medicine was really useful, so they were relieved and waited for Joe Tian to smooth their response.

This vengeance is not on their minds.

On the fourth day after the troubles of the wealthy sons, the people at the border of the Mausoleum were dirty, for no other reason, because the only people who now look at them as Mausoleum tigers are Xiao, not even Fengguo.

Not only that, but the smaller countries, who want to share a piece, are here, which means that the Mausoleum is now a four-way song.

In this situation, the Mausoleum was naturally the first to receive news. After hearing that the Mausoleum was surrounded by several countries, the Mausoleum bled out and his face turned pale.

“It's over... it's all over. ”

“The Emperor must now find a way to contact the people of Miaojiang and ask them to help the Mausoleum.” The chief eunuch next to the mausoleum hurriedly said.

The Mausoleum shook his head: "They couldn't have done it. ”

The Mausoleum is not stupid. This time he pushed all the matters of the Emperor's business to them. They were already dissatisfied, which means that his cooperation with Miaojiang will be done. Not to mention, the people on Miaojiang's side have long withdrawn. One remains, where does he go to find people and where does he go to contact people?

But now that no one can help him, he is at an impasse with Miaojiang, and he has turned his face against the Regent's Royal Government, he can't even order the Regent's people to take the iron riding to confront the millions of armies.

At this moment, far from Miaojiang, Song Li shuddered to the ground, her eyes filled with fear, and she stood in front of a man in white with a mask on his face.

“Who asked you to make your own decisions?” The man looked coldly at several people on his knees, with repressed anger in his voice.

Song Li's body trembled unheeded. Wang Miaojiang was angry in his heart, but he dared not refute: “Returning to the master, we feel that this can be more beneficial... so..."

“More benefits? Stupid stuff.” The master kicked Miaojiang King with his foot. The slender body actually kicked some of Miaojiang's crusty body out a long way and finally hit the wall.

Wang Miaojiang covered his chest, feeling that his five dirty hearts had been kicked out, and his mouth began to spill blood.

“Master... I, I know I was wrong.” Song Li was really scared, before she thought that the Miaojiang king was the most noble person, but now she realizes that in front of this mysterious master, the king doesn't count anything, even her master, the Miaojiang high priest chose to abandon her under such circumstances, which is what makes Song Li unimaginable.

The master looked at Song Li and set the woman who wanted to climb next to him in place.

“You're wrong? Do you know that because your stupidity has spoiled the country's master's affairs, you can solve this by making a mistake?” The master looked angrily at Song Li, who had a gentle appearance. At this moment, with anger, even those who often followed him could not help but take a step back, let alone Song Li, a respected woman.

When she spoke to the elderly in the Mausoleum, she was disgusted, but now she knows that she was so stupid.

The master suddenly knelt down and stretched his hand around Song Li's neck, his eyes filled with haze: "Tell me who made you do that. ”

“I... I...”

“You what? Because of your personal problems, it ruined all my plans.” The master waved heavily, and Song Li fell on the wall like a parabola and fell beside King Miaojiang.

Weekdays in Miaojiang as a blessing, the higher king, the princess, is now so humble, if others saw it, what would be the idea?

The high priest walked in from the outside when he looked at the two people coldly. “Something happened on the side of the Mausoleum State. Several countries, headed by Xiao and Fengguo, have besieged the Mausoleum State, if we do not do so...”