The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Her eyebrows wrinkled tightly. Ning Mengyao's face was not very nice. She favoured Jiang Ying's high intensity training for them, but did not approve of turning people into a machine without feelings.

When they rest, Ning Mengyao walks over and says, "Mu, how are you? Are you okay?”

Xiao Mu heard Ning Mengyao's voice and thought it was an illusion. When he turned around, he saw Ning Mengyao looking at him with a worried look, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face: “Auntie, I'm fine. This is all a minor injury. ”

It's been almost a month here, and he doesn't know how much he's hurt, but he never wanted to give up.

Ning Mengyao reached out and touched the wound on his face, but Xiao also frowned.

“You look at you and you say it doesn't hurt, do you?” Ning Mengyao complained.

Xiao Mu laughed and reached out to hold Ning Mengyao's arm and whispered: “Madam, I'm really fine, don't worry about me. I chose this path myself, I won't regret it. ”

He is the future emperor of the Shao Dynasty. He has a lot to learn. He did not have this time to study so seriously in the capital, but it is not the same here. There is not so much to worry about, he is dissatisfied. Here he just needs to do his own maintenance.

Jiang Yiu walked over and looked at Ning Mengyao: “Don't worry, this kid is much stronger than you think. ”

In addition to practicing martial arts during the day, the child has to follow the royal wind here at night. In addition, he needs to learn all kinds of things from Daju, whom Joe Tianchang specially invited. Although he sleeps only three hours a day, he is still refreshed every day and never says that he will cry because of these.

As you can see, Xiao Mu's heart is very good.

“I know, but isn't it too intense for them? ”

“No, Uncle Jiang Ying managed all the training well, within our grasp.” Jiang Yin hasn't spoken yet, Xiao Mu explained.

Ning Mengyao nodded with a smile: "If you say that, I'm relieved. If you really can't stand it, just say take a break, okay? ”

“Auntie, don't worry. I heard them say you were hurt, okay? ”

“Don't worry, it's all right now, all you have to do is take care of the rest.” Ning Mengyao reached out and caressed Xiao Mu's long hair and said softly.

“That's good, Brother Po. I'll play with you when I get out. ”

Jomo looked at Xiao Mu's nasal bluish face and sighed and said, “I'll come and train with you from tomorrow. ”

Xiao Mu blinked: “But Brother Xiao didn't say..."

“Previously, now, now, where did you get all that chatter?” Before, he thought Xiao Mu was really fine, but today it doesn't look fine, he should stay here.

Jiang Ying looked at Jomo, and suddenly he wanted to say, "Don't come any closer. If you come here, you'll give them trouble. Why are you here?"

“Uncle Jiang doesn't seem to welcome me very much? ”

“Do you want the truth or the lie? ”

“Of course it's true.” Jomo gave Jiang Ying a look you thought.

Jiang Ying said with a tangled face: "If you can, I don't really want you to come. ”

“Why?”

“You have a sense of dependence here at Xiao Mu, which is not good for him.” Jiang Ying spoke directly and was not afraid to offend anyone.

Jomo looked at Jiang Ying like this: “Even so, I came here to make up my mind. Xiao Mu will feel more dependent on me, but he will insist more.” Xiao Mu is the kind of person he knows very well, not because he can't do it before he comes, but because he comes to do better, which he has absolute confidence in.

Xiao Mu had a happy smile on his face and very much agreed with Jomo's words. Although he would rely heavily on Brother Xiao, he would do better and not embarrass Brother Xiao.

Ning Mengyao's head ached, looked at Jomo and saw that he was serious, so he stopped saying anything: “Just be happy, but I still say one word, don't hurt yourself. ”