The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao did not answer the words of Yufeng, but took the books and looked at the side of the books. On three sides, there were some very small lines.

These lines are very fine, and you can't see what it is.

Ning Mengyao looked at the very fine lines, and suddenly thought of the memory hidden in the heart, twisting the book with a strange look, and looked at it.

The line was obviously a lot. Ning Mengyao quickly released and walked to the desk, threw the book on the desk aside, took a piece of rice paper from the side, and her charcoal, and took the book.

After the lines on the ledger were very obvious, Ning Mengyao looked at it carefully, and then painted a full sum on the rice paper.

They are stupid at the edge of the imperial wind. Ning Mengyao did not know what they meant.

I can see Ning Mengyao’s serious look. They didn’t bother, just went to the desk and watched her look at the strange lines on the books.

After Ning Mengyao copied the lines on a book, Yufeng asked them: "What happened to Xiaoyao? Did you find anything?"

"Sister husband, you help me find the book, specifically looking for this, there are such fine lines and small accounts on the side." Ning Mengyao will put aside the books to a few people.

"What use?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Yaoer let us find it for sure. There is a problem with you. When Yao Yao is sure, I will tell you what you are worried about." Mei Ruolin gave the wind a slap, now Is it time to answer the question?

Yufeng reluctantly looked at his wife and children, and then looked at Ning Mengyao, who was looking at the lines on the rice paper, and the brows were wrinkled.

Not long after Ning Mengyao had a lot of books on the side, a person is too slow, Ning Mengyao let Jomo Mapin help her on the side.

Qiao Mofeng was responsible for using the method of Ning Meng Yao to make the lines on the books, and Ning Mengyao painted these lines.

When the royal winds pick out all the books, it is almost dark.

"Xiaoyao, you can't do this, take a break, get it tomorrow."

"My brother-in-law knows, I will rest when I finish this." Ning Mengyao said without raising his head.

After sketching the lines on the ledger in front of him, Ning Mengyao looked at Jomo Maple on the side: "Maple is good, take a break."

"Good." Jomo Mapin threw away the books in his hand, then twisted his sore wrist, his brow furrowed: "What is the use of these lines?"

Ning Mengyao looked at the rice paper on the table: "Is there any lines that you have seen in Maple? We seem to have seen it somewhere?"

Jomo Maple looked at it carefully and then shook his head: "No."

"Is it?" Ning Mengyao snorted.

The next day, Ning Mengyao gave all the lines on the books to Linyi. One person took a piece of rice paper and looked at the lines above: "Xiao Yaoer, they put so many lines on the books. What is it for?"

Ning Mengyao shook his head and looked at the rice paper in his hand. The lines above, she must have seen it somewhere, but suddenly she did not remember.

In the end, where did I see it? There are a lot of lines in it, she feels very familiar, as if she really saw it somewhere.

Where is it?

At this time, Ning Mengyao can't wait to knock on his head and look at the memory inside his head to see when he saw these lines.

When Ning Mengyao’s head had to be broken, there was a thumping sound outside, and everyone looked at it, and it turned out that Xiaohei was back.

Ning Mengyao quickly put down the rice paper in his hand and walked over to take the letter from the little black leg.

Ning Mengyao opened the letter and looked at the above content, but the mind was not at all, but thought of another thing.

"I remembered that I had seen it somewhere, and it must not be wrong." Ning Mengyao threw down the letter in his hand and ran out.