The General’s Little Peasant Wife

The master looked deeply at the woman in the bed, lowered her eyes and turned away. When the secret room gradually darkened, no one noticed that the woman's hands in the bed moved slightly and her closed eyes trembled slightly. It seemed like she wanted to wake up, but was blocked by something.

The mausoleum stood over the palace and looked down at the fearful minister: "Can't you think of a way out of all this? It's all crap. ”

Now that many families in Mausoleum have mutinied, helping Xiao and Fengguo to strike them together is a disgrace to him.

“Your Majesty...”

“What's this? This? I ask you to find a way, not to let you squirm around here and say these messy words.” Mausoleum wanted to throw the seats directly down. They were all a bunch of junk. They couldn't even do this little thing. It was so good to say, as if they knew everything.

At the critical moment, it was useless and he was so pissed off.

The next minister couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows, even though they couldn't come up with a way to do it, so don't yell at the people above, it's also very uncomfortable in his heart, now someone is unhappy mumbling: “You didn't make it out yet. ”

“What did you say? ”

“Shen didn't say anything.” The man shook his head in a hurry and didn't want to live, so the ghost would say everything. Didn't he want to die himself?

Cold glances at the minister, he doesn't admit, he can't really do anything, he can only stare at each other hard.

“Play the Emperor, 800 Miles Express.” Outside came a man suddenly, and came up with a war report.

After watching the mausoleum, it was dark in front of him and the whole person fainted over the palace.

The chief supervisor next to the mausoleum sent for the royal doctor, realizing his subconscious look on the fold, it says that the Mausoleum lost five city pools in a day or so.

At this rate, it won't be long before the Mausoleum will be divided between Xiao and Fengguo, and the two countries are already married, which is called grasshoppers on a rope.

The chief supervisor looked at the fold with his eyebrows tightly wrinkled. When no one noticed, he put away the fold and then stood silently beside him. He looked worried about the Mausoleum who had passed out.

The mausoleum awakened in the shadows after a time, and the ministers had long since left.

When he woke up, he looked at the eunuch's ghost on the side and said, "Let someone call the prince. ”

Since the Nangong month of Xiao Guo, the Imperial Emperor hasn't abandoned his prince, but he hasn't taken care of him.

Now he's glad he didn't go too far, or I'm afraid he doesn't even have an idea now.

Nangong Moon looked quietly at the eunuch in front of him, and after he had finished, he waved to them to retreat: “The palace knows. ”

After people left, Nangong Yue threw away the book in her hand, and the corner of her mouth snapped a cold smile. She was right, she would definitely come to him when the mausoleum walked out of the way. She was right.

Isn't that how it is now? He really came when Xiao and Fengguo approached.

Standing up, he patted himself on the ashes that did not exist, walking with indifference toward the royal study.

Seeing the late Nangong Moon, the Mausoleum frowned unhappily: “What have you done? Why are you so late? ”

“If the Father dislikes it, the Son may leave.” Turn around and go.

The mausoleum was choked to spit blood and stared severely at the Nangong Moon. “Stop right there. ”

Nangong Yue stood still and then turned to look at the mausoleum, frowning slightly and wondering: “I don't know what my father called his son to do. ”

Looking at this son in front of him, the Mausoleum can't say complicated: “The situation in Mausoleum is very bad now, what do you say we do?” told Nangong Moon hurriedly about the previous 800 rigas.

“There are only two paths, either to let them swallow the kingdom step by step or to turn to them. ”