The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao’s mood has been somewhat low. Situ and Mei Ruolin looked at her and some helpless.

"Yaoer, the world is full of feasts, we will come back, you don't want to be too sad." Mei Ruolin looked at the three little guys playing in the carriage, while talking to Ning Mengyao.

"I know what you said, but I still feel reluctant, I think I feel a little bit sentimental." Ning Mengyao's helpless opening.

Mei Ruolin reached out and grabbed the head of Suining Mengyao, silently comforting.

Outside the carriage, Jomo was sitting in the arms of Joe Tian Chang, wrapped in a small white cloak, his eyes kept turning.

"When can I ride my own horse? My brother can ride." Jomo Mou looked at Jomo Maple, who was riding with them, and said enviously.

"When you are as big as your brother, you can ride horses independently."

Along the way, there is a little joke about Jomo, but it will not be very boring, and Ning Mengyao also regained emotions because of Jomo’s bizarre problems. They are right, no matter what, she can’t With emotions to leave, it is not only she is reluctant to be alone. After the same, Ning Mengyao will naturally not be depressed.

Half a month later, the group went to the sea, and there was already a big ship parked there.

When Jomogan saw the big ship, his eyes were bright.

"A good big ship."

"What are you worried about?" Joe Moo, who had been squirming in his arms, said, Joe Tianchang said helplessly.

"I am curious," said Jomo, spoiled.

Qiao Tianchang cried and pinched his son's nose. This little thing really made him reluctant to scold.

Everyone was riding a horse and all the horses were reluctant to throw them away, so they all got the boat. Fortunately, the space of the ship was very large, and there was no problem at all. Otherwise, they would not take the horses away.

Standing on the bow, watching the ship set sail, farther and farther from the shore, Ning Mengyao's eyes flashed slightly, and the people on the side looked at the scene silently.

Molin and Feng Qi looked at each other and finally decided to remain silent.

For them, this departure is to go home, but for them, it is a familiar place for them to leave their lives for a long time.

Relying on Qiao Tianchang's arms, Ning Mengyao's eyes are a little moist, Xiao Guo...wind country... One day we will come back.

The days on board will not be too difficult. They don’t have to talk about it, or find something to do for themselves, or watch Joe Moo and Jomo Mapan to practice martial arts. This is all entertainment.

In the end, Ning Mengyao also made some cards, which made them even more boring.

"Mom, how long will we have to stay on the boat?" Jomo looked at the endless sea and frowned.

For the boat and the sea, Jomo has no initial excitement, replaced by impatient, every day is the same scenery, which makes him visual fatigue.

"You Uncle Feng and Uncle Molin said that it may take five or six days." They have been in the sea for more than ten days. I really don't know how those people used to go, but they didn't know it.

"Ah? There are still five or six days?" Jomo stunned, and suddenly he died on the table.

These days, every day, I go fishing from the sea to eat. Although it is delicious, he wants to eat fruit and wants to eat all kinds of things, but now there is nothing.

"Little monkey, I see that you have finished eating your snacks and sweets, so it will be so boring." Ning Mengyao poked his son's head and said, not angry.

"How do you know, mother?" Jomomo looked at Ning Mengyao with his eyes bright, and it seemed like he was saying, mother, are you giving me something?

Ning Mengyao's mouth twitched slightly, and he was speechless. He looked at his son's cheeky look and turned his head silently. He didn't take care of him.

After spending another five or six days at sea, they finally saw the coast far away.

This is definitely a surprise for Jomo.

"Ah, we finally arrived." Jomo Mou exclaimed excitedly, and the people on the side would smile, yeah, they finally arrived.