The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Because Ning Mengyao has completely changed the place now, now the place has become very rich, but it has not changed the mind, they have been there, whether he or Snow Neon loves it, they also want to go together.

“Actually, we want to go, too.” Xiao Qifeng looked at Ning Mengyao and said.

“Whatever you need, you can still build some more if you don't have enough. It doesn't matter much.” Ning Mengyao didn't really care to say that.

Xiao Qifeng nodded: “Okay, we'll come back with you then. ”

Xueneng walked to Ning Mengyao: “It's been a long time. Why do you look like you haven't changed at all? ”

Looking at the young face of Ning Mengyao, Xueneng expressed a great lack of understanding. The couple had grown backwards. The older they were, the better they were, the younger they were.

Ning Mengyao looked at Xuniang very innocently and said seriously: “Actually, I don't know why we're getting younger and younger. ”

Xueneng looked at Ning Mengyao very reluctantly. He knew at first glance that he had not told the truth, but he didn't mind, thinking of those in the chapel, Xueneng's eyes with dissatisfaction: “Be careful yourselves, I'm afraid there will be trouble for you this time. ”

Ning Mengyao leaned in Joe Tianjin's arms and said freely: "Trouble? We're not really that scared of trouble, just that some people won't be able to afford what we want. ”

Their purpose is not to offend me. I do not offend. If a man offends me, I must offend. He doesn't mind if those people want to trouble him.

Snow stared at Ning Mengyao in front of her and suddenly felt that her fears were simply superfluous.

“I think my fears are superfluous.” The corner of Snow's mouth twitched slightly.

Xiao Qifeng glanced at the wife beside him and couldn't help but laugh: “They will never lose, and they will not let the two suffer from the looks of Mu 'er. ”

Xiao Mu was very satisfied with his performance. He also heard about the battlefield. He acted very well. He was better than he was before. I have to say, Tianjin they were very good at raising this child.

Ning Mengyao looked at the person beside him with a slight hook: “Yeah, Mu 'er is very good, I'm sure he will say that everything is worked out. ”

Those who fought intellectually and bravely with those people in Tombo Ramadan have been practiced. If even these people cannot be solved, she should suspect that their people are having problems, and have not been properly adjusted.

If that's the case, then she's gonna get in trouble with those people.

Xiao Mu's eyes squinted slightly and snorted in disdain: "Madam, see how I crush them. ”

Ning Mengyao stunned, then couldn't help but laugh: “Okay, I'll leave it to you. It's your exam. How about that? ”

Xiao Mu looked at Ning Mengyao dissatisfied: “Auntie, you underestimated me too much, let me fight those people, this is to lower my grade, I don't want it. ”

Meng Yaotong felt very speechless at times, and his eyes were helpless: “Don't underestimate anyone. ”

“Of course I know, it's just Auntie, look, as long as I show up, they won't dare to say anything. For this kind of wallgrass, replace them sooner or later, and save me the embarrassment.” Xiao Mu's grieving frowned.

There are many ministers in the Dynasty who are very dissatisfied with him. He thinks that the people with salaries do nothing but eat white rice. Such people are the most annoying.

Qiao Tian glanced at Xiao Mu: “Well, that's okay, take this opportunity to promote some people you think you can. ”

Xiao Mu reached out and touched his chin: “I think Uncle Er, the people you nurtured for me are very good, but they still need to practice. ”

He knew that Joe Tianjin had released a lot of people to him in the State Guard, and they were very capable, but they needed to practice in the official field.

Xiao Qitian glanced at his son and frowned and said: "Do what you want to do first. As for practicing something like this, I will arrange it. ”

Xiao Mu nodded. “Thank you, Father. ”

“Tell me, what else do you say thank you?” Xiao Qitian looked at his son dissatisfied and frowned.

Xiao Mu touched his nose. Hey, he laughed. “Aren't I used to it? Father, let's go back, or some people will have something to say. ”

Xiao Qifeng looked at Xiao Mu, only eighty-nine years old, and he nodded with great satisfaction. “Mu 'er, you are so good. Xiao Guo and I can hold on to you for a while, but you have to think clearly about what to do in the future. ”