The Cold-Faced Female General and the Medicine-Pot Prince

Everything is written down, if you mind, please don't enter. Ning Ye had been stationed at the border with his father since he was a child. In the blink of an eye, he returned to Beijing with a great victory after seven years. The flowers and flowers are no longer fashionable in Beijing, and the old clothes no longer fit. When she salutes people, she always has the habit of cupping her fists. She is already in her twenties, so her mother's clan members are inevitably worried about her marriage. It's just that there are very few men of the right age, and it's hard to find a good man. Until the wise king, who covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed half to death, blocked her way. "I don't have much time left. If Miss Ning marries me within a few years, I will die, and there is no mother-in-law to serve. Wouldn't it be comfortable for you to live alone in such a big palace?" Ning Ye thought about it, saw a little scarlet on his handkerchief, and nodded in agreement. One year, two years. Not only did the consumptive prince not die, his health was getting better and better. Three years, four years. The consumptive prince not only got better and better, but also became an emperor. Ning Ye looked at the queen's auspicious clothes served by the chamberlain and remained silent. The new emperor who walked out of the palace laughed heartily, hugged her, and whispered in her ear: "Zitong, hurry up and change into your auspicious clothes, so as not to miss the time." —— At that time, the eight-year-old third prince was being pampered and in good health. When he went out to play in the palace, he got lost because of his naughtiness. Fortunately, a delicate and delicate little brother saved him. The younger brother calls himself the son of General Ning. After returning to the palace, the third prince cried and asked General Ning's son to be his companion. So the next day, General Ning's youngest son Ning Zhou, who was less than three years old and still had snot bubbles on his nose, was brought to him. Three-year-old Ning Zhou pursed her lips and cried loudly: "Sister! I want Sister!" * *1V1 from beginning to end, please note that the heroine cannot have children Mission: Together, you and I can change the world