The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Chapter 1316: A tomb

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Thinking of his Uncle Yufeng, Qiao Moshang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, looked at Shi Song, and said sympathetically: "Shi Song wishes you good luck."

"Why?"

"Well, you will know when the time comes." There are only three words to describe Yufeng Qiao Moshang, that is, he is an old fox, and he is also a capable old fox. He really wants Yufeng to train Shi Song, and he will train him when the time comes. He really had some doubts about what kind of person he was.

"Little monkey, is your uncle that scary?" Ning Mengyao said, somewhat dumbfounded.

Qiao Moshang looked at Ning Mengyao seriously: "Mom, my uncle is not scary at all, he is simply a pervert."

He had been with Yu Feng for a period of time. During that time, life was worse than death. Even he couldn't hold on. He doubted whether Shi Song could hold on.

"Shang'er, Yufeng will be very happy when he hears you praising him like this." Qiao Tianchang glanced at his son and said lightly. After seeing his son's somewhat stiff body, he smiled with satisfaction. stand up.

"Dad, I don't seem to have offended you today, right?"

"No."

"Then how could you cheat your own son like this?"

"Little monkey, what are you talking about? What do you mean your father cheated on you?"

Qiao Moshang wanted to explain to Ning Mengyao, but when he saw Qiao Tianchang's half-smiling expression, he immediately choked back his words and explained with a dry smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm talking nonsense."

While they were talking, everyone had returned to the restaurant. During the meal, Tangtang and Doudou were listening to them. They were strangers to the military camp, but they knew that their father was very fond of Li Ha.

"Daddy is the best."

"Hmm, Doudou will also be a general in the future." Doudou nodded quickly and said expectantly.

Qiao Tianchang stretched out his hand and rubbed Zi Zhi's head. The smile on his face did not fade away. Ning Mengyao was a little worried, but then he thought, maybe the child just said that? He didn't pay attention to this issue immediately.

"Mom, what do you think they will do at night?"

"Whatever they do is their business. What's important is that I want to know how many more days the competition will last. I no longer have the interest to stay." Ning Mengyao said impatiently.

This kind of thing will be very interesting once or twice, but after a long time it becomes boring. And they have done nothing for several days in a row, but none of those people came out.

"Mom is right, it will be boring if those people don't come out."

"The Xiao family can't survive for a few days." Shi Song suddenly said.

Ning Mengyao and others' eyes fell on Shi Song at the same time and asked with some surprise: "How do you know?"

"When I went hunting in the mountains some time ago, I saw people from the Xiao family. They found a very large tomb in the mountains, but there was no way to get in. The Xiao family has lost many people." Shi Song scratched his head. He scratched his head and said sheepishly.

grave? Is there anything good in it? Otherwise, the Xiao family would not be so persistent, or even use this method...

"Tian Chang, what do you think the Xiao family is thinking?" Ning Mengyao was confused.

"Perhaps they want to use people outside to help them open the tomb and at the same time help them inside the tomb. Of course, this help is probably only one-sided." Qiao Tianchang said in a deep voice.

Ning Mengyao reached out and touched her chin, with a malicious look on her face: "Grave, Tian Chang, I suddenly feel interested."

"I also think it's quite interesting. Whose grave is it that makes them make such a big fuss about it?" Qiao Tianchang said with a smile.

Qiao Moshang's head hit the table. He looked at Ning Mengyao and Ning Mengyao with very confused expressions. Should he tell them or not

"Little monkey, what's that expression on your face? What do you want to say?" What does this kid want to do with such an expression

"Mother's tomb may have something to do with you." Qiao Moshang said weakly.

"Is it related to me?"

Qiao Moshang nodded, then dipped his hand into some tea and wrote a word on the table. That word was clearly Xiao.