The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Qiao Tianchang shrugged his shoulders and was not very curious about this: "We are not very curious about this, but we have to ask a little bit about what the future of the child is."

"If I say the emperor?" Feng Shuo did not care about the wind on the edge, said directly.

Qiao Tianchang raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Shuo: "Emperor? Feng Shuo, you can really see our husband and wife."

"Let's adjust the emperor of the future of the country, don't you be afraid of what we will do from it?" Ning Mengyao looked at the wind and looked like a smile.

"I believe in you." This is not a good thing, he believes that these two people can't do it.

However, the wind on the edge is surprising, but at the same time, the hand is tightly clenched into a fist, and the eyes are cold.

He worked hard for such a long time before he got the favor of Fengshuo. But now all his efforts are in vain, and he has to lose a foot. He wants to train that child into an emperor? How can this be?

He has done so much, is it possible to get that seat? But now... I have to miss this position, how can he be willing?

The wind is infinitely thinking that his emotions and happy events are well hidden, but I don’t know that everyone in the house has thoroughly understood his mind.

Looking at the wind and the endless, Ning Mengyao's eyes flashed through the obvious color of play, this child is really interesting.

"Nolan brother, you should take a break first. After anything, I will say that Qingxuan took them to the room." Ning Mengyao looked at the wind and said that they were at the same time.

"Yes, please."

Feng Shuo couldn't help but smile: "Don't say it, it's really tired, let's go to rest."

The wind is infinitely walking on the wind, and the eyes are not reconciled. After a long time of entanglement, the wind is infinitely watching the wind Shuo said: "Why is the uncle? Where can I not match the child? Only three years old, the uncle has to cultivate him as the emperor of the wind country? And it is still like that."

Feng Shuo’s footsteps stopped and turned to look at the wind: "The Promise, you are asking me?"

"Don't dare." Although I didn't dare to say it in the words, it wasn't like that.

"Don't dare? You are not suitable for the emperor, you are only suitable to be a general." Feng Shuo looked at the wind and said quietly.

The face of the wind has changed: "I can't see me in the end."

Feng Shuo did not explain, just watching the winds, the smile on his face was faint, watching the winds leave, the wind shook his head and went to his room.

Jomo Mou reached out and touched his chin: "Qing Xuanshu, is the wind uncle uncle?"

"Yes."

"It seems that the goal of the wind is the emperor of the wind country." Jomomo said thoughtfully.

“Hey what do you want to do?”

"What to do? Of course it is fun. After the child came, we will help as much as possible." Jomomo said with a smile.

Xiao Mu looked at Qiao Mozhen: "Hey brother, what do you mean by helping the child, tuning the child well, and then taking away the things that the wind is in the end?"

Jomo nodded and looked at Xiao Mu’s eyes, which was called a blind man.

"Yes, I am planning this way. To retaliate against a person is not to make him die, but to let him watch what he cares about when he is about to get what he wants." "Jomo Moo said coldly.

He was thinking about a slap in the face, but now he has found something more interesting.

Although it took a long time to do this, Jomo Mou felt that such a blunt knife had a pleasure in cutting meat, especially when dealing with such people.

Huang Fuqing looked at Jomo Mou without words: "You are really embarrassed."

"Where is this?" Jomothan said very disdainfully.

"..." Several people looked at Jomo Moore with a wordless way. This person should not be like this... owe it.

"Don't look at me with such a look, don't think I don't know if you really want to do this." Look at him with this kind of look, and he seems to be heinous.