The General’s Little Peasant Wife

How can Xiao Qitian not understand what he wants to say in the morning? Xiao Qifeng is getting more and more confusing now, especially since he came here before, but after being refused to leave himself, he seems to have become... even crazier.

Anything he does has a somewhat reckless smell, some he doesn't understand, Xiao Qifeng's intentions and thoughts.

“As long as you count, I won't tell you. In a few days, uncle, they'll be here, and me and Xuan will be gone.” He looked at Xiao Qitian in the morning and said.

Xiao Qitian suddenly asked the subconscious, “What's the rush? ”

“Well, it's time to leave, or we won't be able to leave even if we want to.” In the morning, thinking of the news the wind brought to them, their eyes became cold, not to mention that they still had a lot to do.

Xiao Qitian opened his mouth and tried to say something, but didn't say it at the end: “Now that you've decided, that's enough, I won't say it. ”

Shu nodded his head in the morning: “For the snow, don't spoil it. She is not worth it to spoil her now, to love her. ”

This should not have been said in the morning, but when he thought about the appearance of snow, his heart was strong.

“Qi Tian, don't think that the words of the morning are too much, I am a woman, I can understand the desires of women, the snow is no longer her, she may still love you, but for other people because she has a son, it is no longer necessary to be around as it was in the beginning.” Stuart interrupted what Xiao Qitian wanted to say and sighed.

Xiao Qitian looked at the two and nodded after a long silence: "Don't worry, I know what to do. ”

The two nodded their heads in the morning: “In that case, that's good. The child is still young. Go check it out. ”

“Then I'll go first. ”

Xiao Qitian had just returned to the yard and heard the child's heartbreak.

As her face changed, she hurriedly walked towards the house, and just walked to the door, she heard the angry noise coming from inside. This noise was snowflake, and the target of her curse was actually their newborn child.

“Cry, cry, cry, cry.” Snowflake got a headache from the child, watching the wary, kneeling maid on the ground, impatiently said: “What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get people out of here.

The grandmother on the ground hurriedly stood up and carried the child over. She just walked to the door and saw Xiao Qi Tianyin standing there with her face still.

“Ah... see the King.” Grandma was surprised by Xiao Qitian. The child in her hand was almost thrown to the ground by her.

Xiao Qitian reached out to take over the child in the hands of the grandmother and saw a scratch on the child's small white face, all slightly skinned, with tiny blood beads.

“Who hurt the kid's face?” Xiao Qitian said with a gloomy face.

The child is still so young, so tender as skin.

“Yes… yes…” Grandma knelt on the ground, fearful and afraid to say, her body trembled.

Xiao Qitian looked cold at the nurse on the ground and said angrily: "Speak. ”

“Yes, the princess.” Grandma closed her eyes and confessed.

The princess just said she wanted to see the child and then let them bring the child over. Who knew the child would cry in a little while. If the princess didn't make it better, she was tired of putting the child away. When she put it down, she accidentally scratched the child's cheek with her fingernails. The tender skin was not scratched.

Young master cried even more because of the pain in his face. That's why Xiao Qitian saw the scene.

How could Xiao Qitian not understand what Grandma meant? He looked down at the wound on his son's face and felt bad. He asked the butler to bring the ointment and gently apply the medicine to him.

I don't know if Xiao Qitian's movements were too gentle, or if the smell on him was too familiar, and the little bun gradually choked and stopped crying.

From time to time, he choked a small look, which made Xiao Qi Tian feel bad.

After holding the child for a while and putting him to sleep, he placed the child in the arms of his grandmother: “Take care and call the king if you need him. ”