The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Watching his son's obvious conversation, even knowing Ning Mengyao, pretended to know nothing, laughing and watching Jomo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo.

The mood in Jomo Feng's heart was still a little depressed, but it could be mixed up by Jomo, and the mood in his heart was long gone.

Reaching out and holding Jomo in his arms, Jomo Maple pinched his nose.

“Are you naughty again?” Jomo Feng reached out and rubbed his brother's little head, and the expression on his face was so sure.

Jomo immediately looked at Jomo Maple with a wrinkle.

“No, sugar candy. She's asleep again. She doesn't even play with me.” Jomo said very harshly.

Reaching over Jomo's forehead lightly lit up, Jomo Maple said very funny: “You, sugar is small, he will not wake up long enough to play with you until he is that big. ”

Now that Xiao Mu has been sleeping for five or six months, he does not have much time to sleep every day. Many times Xiao Qitian stays with the child and deals with the affairs of the state. He is not allowed to stay in the sleeping palace until he discusses important matters with the Minister.

And Xiao Qifeng hasn't heard from him since he wrote that letter. Xiao Qifeng has always thought he was alive and well, and may have found something to keep him alive.

With Joe Tianjin's help, national churches and pharmacies were very well established, and some small countries did not want pharmacies to live in their countries, but the voices of the people were too loud for them to be able to stand there, for example, in the church established by Tombao Rai.

Fortunately, Tombo Ramadan did not intervene in those classrooms, which gave the authorities complete peace of mind.

Time slowly passed, and after everything settled, Joe Tian found Xiao Qitian.

“Are you leaving?” After the pharmacy and so on stabilized, Xiao Qitian knew that they were definitely leaving, and that during this time they were packing their things.

“Well, it's time to leave, you and Mu take care.” Joe Tian looked at Xiao Qitian.

Now Xiao Qitian is no longer the one who would have been busy handling things. Now Xiao Qitian has become the emperor, and the means of handling things have gradually been revealed.

After a short glance, Qiao Tian found that Xiao Qitian had been able to handle things here on his own, and that Ryan and Chen Feng were there to assist him, which reassured him.

“But Tianjin, you...”

“Qi Tian, this has long been agreed, and your vengeance, the vengeance of the Son, must be avenged. I cannot let the Son die so miserably, not even the whole body.” Speaking of forest worries, Joe Tianjin's eyes are filled with bears' anger. Whether it is to avoid this incident or to avenge it, he must go.

Xiao Qitian's hand stiffened for a moment and then laughed. Yeah, their revenge hasn't been paid yet.

Those people were running really fast. When they were going to pay it off, it was like people disappeared, and they couldn't find anybody anyway.

“In that case, I can't say anything, but will you come back?” Xiao Qitian looked at Qiaotian and asked.

“With our friends here, how can we not come back?” Maybe they'll be back for a few years or a long time, but they'll be back anyway.

Not only can he not abandon this place, but even Yao Yao, because it carries many of their memories, good or bad.

“So I'm relieved, then we...”

“Father, Mu 'er is hungry.” When Xiao Qitian wanted to say anything else, Xiao, more than a year old, was accompanied by palace men, pushed the door in with his short legs.

“Uncle Tianchan, hello.” Xiao Mu came in to see Joe Tianjin, first politely greeted him, then ran to Xiao Qitian's side and hugged him in the thigh.