The Tatars looked at Cha Cha, and Cha Cha glared at him without showing weakness, and puffed up his little cheeks, and his little brows were wrinkled into eight figures, the little princess was so funny!

Long live the Lord looked very itchy in his heart.

He couldn't wait to urge: "Give Ning Jiaman to the Tatars!" ”

Ning Jiaman shook her head frantically, "Don't!" Your Majesty! Please, don't hand me over to the Tatars! They won't let me live! ”

Long Live Lord looked at her like a corpse: "Do you think that in my hands, you will be able to escape your life?" ”

Ning Jiaman is going to be handed over to the Tatars? No way! He must finish off this little slut with his own hands!

The fake Taoist suddenly woke up, and his fierce eyes were full of scarlet!

Gu Qin said to the fake Taoist priest: "Be honest. ”

Ning Mizhen's eyes followed, "......"

Her eyes were stunned on the fake Taoist priest.

It's familiar...... It's familiar!

He's not......

Ning Mizhen couldn't believe what she saw, she hadn't seen her for six years, she thought she would never see this man in her life, but she didn't expect that she would see him again under such circumstances!

The fake Taoist priest now wanted to kill Ning Jiaman with his own hands, and he didn't notice Ning Mizhen's eyes at all.

After Gu Qin relaxed his guard, he suddenly rushed out towards Ning Jiaman like a crazy dog, and grabbed her neck with all his might!

"Little slut! You little slut! Lao Tzu will die with you! Fight like Kilkenny cats!!! ”

Ning Mizhen hurriedly stood up from the ground-

Ning Jiaman's neck was fiercely restrained by the fake Taoist priest, and fresh air could not be injected, and her face was flushed, gradually turning from red to iron blue.

If she doesn't stop, she'll really die!

Ning Mizhen roared: "Stop! ”

The fake Taoist priest has gone crazy, and he wants to strangle Ning Mizhen to death now!

Ning Mizhen had no choice but to cry and call out his name: "Feng Gou! ”

Feng Gouyu stopped the aggravated force, and Ning Jiaman, who was lifted, fell heavily to the ground, panting like a life when he picked up from the Ghost Gate.

Feng Gou turned around in embarrassment, and his eyes fell on Ning Mizhen's body.

He recognized her, and his voice trembled: "You...... You ......"

Ning Mizhen saw Feng Gou withdraw his hand, and went over to help Ning Jiaman sit up: "You can't kill her." ”

Feng Gou: "Why can't I kill her?" It's all this little slut who caused me to end up in such a field! She's the most damned! ”

Ning Mizhen closed her eyes, even she wanted to escape from this fact: "She is your daughter!" ”

As soon as these six words were shouted, not only Feng Gou, but even Ning Jiaman, Ning Chaochun and Zheng Hui were far from expecting it.

Ning Mizhen bowed her head in pain, it was because she gave birth to an ominous daughter over the years, so she couldn't hold her head up in front of everyone, so that she didn't even have the qualifications to enter the palace draft that year.

In how many midnight dreams did she imagine that if it was not Ning Wanqing who entered the palace back then, but she Ning Mizhen, would everything have changed differently?

But there is no if in life, and her mistake ruined the lives of their mother and daughter.

If Ning Jiaman didn't care so much about her father's unknown background, she wouldn't have hated Chacha so much, and in the end, she would have reaped the consequences, and the entire Ning family would have been affected by her.

"No...... No...... Mother, you are talking nonsense! He's not my father! My dad isn't like that! ”