The General’s Little Peasant Wife

People grabbing the streets asked randomly and found one of the best taverns here, and a few asked for a few rooms to put Jomo Maple on the bed.

Even though Joe Tianjin had lit Joe Mo Feng's sleeping quarters, his face was still frightened and his body was shaking like a constant struggle.

Ning Mengyao saw Joe Mo Feng like this, don't mention how heartbroken he is: "Tianchang, what did you say the people who are not home did to this child? Even if it's the Song family, it shouldn't hurt this child like this. ”

Even when he met the Song family, the child did not have such a great reaction, but this time, just entering the city, he had such a great reaction, which is enough to show that the family did something unknown to him, and these things are quite appalling.

Qiao Tian shook his head: “This is unclear. Maple doesn't remember anything. I'm afraid only those who are not home will know. ”

Ning Mengyao frowned and finally nodded helplessly: “Then let Nanyu ask them to investigate what was going on. ”

At the beginning, she just made people investigate why the child had arrived in Song Ming's hands. Nothing else had been investigated. I just didn't expect to come here this time. This is the first thing to do. I really can't let him down.

“I'll tell you, keep an eye on Maple, and he's asleep. Don't let Maple kick him.” When Qiao Tian went out, he said to Ning Mengyao seriously.

Ning Mengyao nodded and let Joe Tian go quickly.

Waiting for someone to leave, Ning Mengyao looked at the incredibly pale face on the bed, still full of sweat beads, grabbed one side of the pad and soaked it with water, carefully rubbing it against his face.

“No, I'm not a monster... Mother help me, no.” When Ning Mengyao didn't know what to do, Qiao Mofeng suddenly spoke of his dreams, as if something painful had happened in his dreams. The look was more intense than just now.

Ning Mengyao hurriedly sat beside the bed, grabbed his hand and patted him gently on the back: “It's okay, Mother is here, Mother and Father are beside you, no one will dare to hurt you, don't be afraid. ”

I don't know if Ning Mengyao's appeasement helps. Joe Mo Feng's actions are much smaller, but he still talks about his dreams intermittently. These words make Ning Mengyao have no way to connect, just wondering if he had nightmares.

Joe Mo Feng remained in this state until the night, when he suddenly started a high fever. Ning Meng Yaoben fell asleep beside the bed, but suddenly he felt something rolling hot, sat up.

Just opened his eyes and saw Jomo Maple lying there with a pale face and some dry lips.

Carefully fed some water with the water cup and moistened his lips. I preferred Mengyao to rush out to find green frost.

Joe Tianjing came with the child, hugging the child with one hand and carrying a tray with one hand, and there was still heat on it, which seemed to be some food.

“What's the matter? ”

“Maple has a high fever. ”

“Get in there. ”

After Green Frost helped burn the child down, Ning Mengyao frowned and asked: “What the hell is going on? Why is it suddenly a fever? ”

Green frost thought about it and said his thoughts. After listening to it, he frowned. How could this happen?

"Is Nanyu back? ”

“Not yet, I'm afraid it'll take a little time.” Joe Tian shook his head. After all, this is not their territory. It may take a little time to investigate these matters.

Ning Mengyao nodded: “Anyway, this time of year makes people look after Maple and knock him out as soon as something is wrong. ”

She was a little hesitant. Should someone send him straight back to Xiao Guo, they would definitely stay here for a long time. If that happens every time, it would be a big problem.