The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Master, we can't just let go of this, dare to hurt our son so badly in our land.” Lady Song looked at Master Song's teeth and said.

Master Song naturally didn't want to just forget about it: “Do you know where those two people came from? ”

“I don't know, a man and a woman with a five-six month old in their hand.” Song Ming spoke painfully.

Master Song muttered in his heart, soothing in his mouth: "I will send someone to do this, you stay at home yourself, don't go out and make trouble lately, hear me?” Master Song glanced at his son.

Anything is good, it's just too sexy, and if it wasn't for beauty, it wouldn't be as good as it is today.

“Dad, I know, but I'm going to torture those two myself.” He's going to make those two regret having offended him today, and he's going to kill their kids in front of them and feed them to the dogs.

Song Ming's eyes were filled with excitement just thinking about the faces those two might have.

Master Song nodded: “Don't worry, Daddy's busy first, ma'am, you take care of Ming. ”

“I get it. ”

After Master Song's departure, several concubines also left under various pretexts.

When Master Song sent someone out to find Joe Tianjin.

They were in the hospital with the rescued child, looking at the shallow and different wounds on the child, preferring to wrinkle Yao's eyebrows tightly.

No wonder the despair in his eyes was so obvious when they didn't want to save the child.

It turns out he was treated like this inhuman.

This child has all but wounds on his face, on his arms, especially on his core, and on the roots of his thighs, where the lashes are staggered, making it impossible to imagine a wound like this on a child.

“It's an animal.” Mengyao chewed on his teeth and said angrily.

Joe Tian nodded silently, yeah, that guy was a real animal, no, he was still lifted up.

“Doctor, how's the wound on this kid? ”

“It's all skin trauma, just for a while, but I'm afraid his heart won't heal that easily.” The doctor sighed heavily and said helplessly.

When he saw the wounds on the child, he was also angry. After all, whoever saw the wounds on the child, no matter who, would be angry, so he was angry at both of them.

It was only later that I saw two people unfamiliar with this child, even strangers, so I felt a little embarrassed, and now I hear two people asking questions, and there is obvious embarrassment in my voice.

“We know.” Mengyao had frowned, and whoever was treated so inhumanely would be traumatized.

Reaching out and rubbing the child's hair, Mengyao wrinkled his eyebrows. The two people who were already going to play elsewhere had to stop.

Yet that evening, after they took the child to the pub, the pub returned their money to let them go.

This makes two people a little confused: “Why let us go? ”

“The person you wounded today is the son of the Song family or the younger brother of Princess Miaojiang.” Such an identity, no matter what, he dares not leave people behind.

Ning Mengyao wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Qiao Tianchang: “Since he doesn't want to, we don't have to force him. ”

Ning Mengyao saw Joe Tianjin say that and could only nod his head to agree.

After the two of them left the tavern, Joe Tian drove away from the town, and after leaving the city gate, he asked Ning Mengyao to put on makeup for the half-aged child.

When he thought about it, he immediately understood what Joe Tianjin meant. He put Joe Mo away and put his makeup tools on the face of the child who was still unconscious.

After being busy, Ning Mengyao put on makeup for herself and Joe Tian. I'm afraid she wouldn't recognize anyone who wasn't particularly familiar with what they were doing.

Ning Mengyao sat at the front door of the carriage, looking at the two children who slept sweetly inside, his eyebrows softly: “Tianjing, when do you think they'll catch up? ”