The General’s Little Peasant Wife

In the absence of Nangong Flame, Ning Mengyao felt that Nangong Flame would not be superficial to this point. After meeting him, he realized that Nangong Flame was sometimes very easy to trust people, especially people like white ink.

However, she was also curious about the means of white ink, and what had been done to convince Nangong Yan that he was still so.

“Yao 'er, don't worry, we'll take care of the brothers.” Red also knows more or less about this matter, and she is somewhat dissatisfied with Nangong Yan, although she is not comfortable evaluating what.

Yao spent so much effort to rescue people, but finally gave them away, really made her want to throw people directly out.

The strange old man glanced at the red flame: “I'll watch there, just take care of the child. ”

“Don't worry, Grandpa, we know what to do.” Red nodded.

Weird old man nodded and stopped talking, but Ning Mengyao walked up to him and looked at Weird old man: “Weird grandfather, do you know anything? ”

“Don't worry, with me, nothing will happen.” The weird old man watched as Mengyao's eyes drowned.

Ning Mengyao wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Qiao Tianchang.

Sometimes things don't have to be so obvious, sometimes it's good to be confused.

Joe Tianzhang and the two of them didn't spend much time in this place, so they left with their black clothes and others.

When they left, they did not go to Nangong Flame, which was only learned two days after Ning Mengyao's departure.

For Ning Mengyao and their farewell, Nangong Yao said in his heart that it was not sad. It was all fake. He finally met his daughter and made it look like this.

“Are you thinking about Yao?” The weird old man came in from the outside and looked at the flames of the South Palace and asked coldly.

“Yes, why can't she understand me?” The South Palace flame was somewhat lost, he said.

“Understand you? Then who understands Yao? Weird old man I've known Yao for 10 years, what kind of child she is, I know better than you, she won't say things that are unfounded, and you... as the father of the child, not only don't believe in his own child, but also prefer to believe that others are going to question her, I really don't know what good you are.” That's how Yao can keep them running around here.

As long as Yao Yao thought, she could totally ignore these things, but she didn't, just because in her eyes, whether it's Nangong Yan or Xiao Orange Ya, it's all her family, blood relatives, so she must.

“If I were Yao, I wouldn't care if you were dead or alive. What does that have to do with me? ”

When Nangong Yan heard the strange old man say such words, his heart was very complicated and he wanted to explain what, but found that what he was prepared for was such a pale and powerless word.

The weird old man glanced at the South Palace flame, examined his body and left.

Nangong Flame sat on the bed and looked at the closed door blindly. Is it really his fault this time?

After Ning Mengyao and Joe Tian left, it took a day or two to get better.

After seeing Ning Mengyao like this, Qiao Tianchang finally relieved himself.

“If he still doesn't believe it, let's get his mother-in-law out of there and get them back to the Royal Regent's Palace in the Mausoleum, and let's go back to Baishan Village ourselves.” Joe Tianjin didn't like to see Ning Mengyao like this now, he still liked the one who laughed at her every day.

Ning Mengyao nodded: “Okay, listen to you. ”

Also, since Nangong Yan can't understand her and can't trust her, let's separate lives.

After the same, Ning Mengyao's heart didn't feel so bad, leaning in Joe Tianjing's arms: “Tianjing, let's go. ”

“Okay.”

Joe Tian raised his hand high and a heavy whip hit the horse and the horse ran quickly.

Ning Mengyao hasn't run this fast in a long time.

“Ah."

Listen to Ning Mengyao's exhaling cry, Joe Tianjin still looks drowsy, that's fine.