Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

Feng Ranhua returned to the house with a bandit-like look on his face. He stepped on the board with his right leg, raised his knees, put his right hand on his knees, picked up a bowl of lotus seed soup, and drank it all in one gulp.

The very shrewd little Niba quickly poured another porcelain bowl.

Feng Ranhua ate a bowl of ice chips, which cooled down her anger. She stretched herself and her eyes fell on the lotus seed soup.

The thin white lotus seeds float in the brown sugar soup, which is sweet but not greasy. When chilled, it is even more silky and soothing to the throat.

She turned her beautiful eyes and arranged:

"Xiao Niba, tell Bai Qi to put up a sign at the gate of our courtyard: Dogs and people with the surname Han are not allowed to enter."

Little Niba blinked her eyes in a silly and cute way. She didn't dare to say, "Sister Feng, do you really want to do this?"

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes. She saw her cutting off that idiot's offspring that day. She did it with a sharp knife, as cruelly as she could have been.

How to treat the King of Han is like a cat seeing a mouse.

"Can he eat you? Besides, Bai Qi, what are you afraid of?" Feng Ranhua.

"Sister, what do you want me to do?" Bai Qi walked in with red eyes.

Feng Ranhua blinked. She heard clearly what Han Zhahuo said to her. Where was the poor boy crying?

Little Niba weakly repeated what Sister Feng had told him.

Bai Qihu's body suddenly shook, as if he had been injected with chicken blood!

Having just been ridiculed by the King of Han and falling into a disadvantage, he just happened to win back a round. He raised his fist:

"Sister, leave it to me. I will get it done before dark!"

The sign was put up, but within a quarter of an hour, even the body could not be found.

Bai Qi had a quarrel with King Han's personal guards and angrily wrote twenty signs overnight, planning to take turns holding the signs in the morning, noon and night.

At dawn the next day.

The sky was pale as a fish belly. Feng Ranhua opened the window, and what came into view were the endless green mountains. The sunlight came in through the window, casting mottled shadows of flowers on the bamboo table, which was very elegant.

It was the time to get up and dance upon hearing the cock-crow, when the clear sound of sword dancing came from the yard.

"This brat spent a whole night fighting with Han Zhahuo's personal guards, yet he still managed to get up early for morning exercises. No wonder his martial arts skills have improved so rapidly." Feng Ranhua muttered.

After she was dressed in new clothes, she walked out of the room with lazy steps, taking only three breaths. Her beautiful eyes met Han Zhahuo's affectionate and loving eyes.

what the hell!

"Are you a ghost? You're haunting me."

"Can't read? What does the sign say? You want me to read it to you?!"

Feng Ranhua asked three questions in a row.

Han Jinyan, who was standing on the west side of the courtyard wall, put away the sword in his hand and sighed silently.

Take another deep breath...

call.

When he came to the painting, he smiled happily again and said:

"Hua'er, what do you want for breakfast? I've prepared chicken steamed buns, pork porridge, scallion noodles, and golden egg noodles in soup, all of which you like."

A look of love can drown people.

A dignified god of war, commanding an army of one hundred thousand, yet he hangs out here and humours a woman.

Feng Ranhua couldn't tell what was wrong with her, and couldn't help but frowned and said:

"Go and do your work, and don't sneak into my yard for no reason."

He knew that Huaer was hard on the outside but soft on the inside.

"Well, after I have breakfast with Xiaojier and Xiaolinger, I will go to the county town." Han Jinyan said softly.

Humph, Feng Ranhua snorted coldly with her hands behind her back. She only respected the strong, but she was not tolerant of the bastard man.

The dinner table.

He Gu came over holding Xiao Ling'er. She liked lively places and loved being in places with many people.

The little guy looked around with his lively eyes fluttering, and saw Han Jinyan with his little fox eyes. He waved his white hands and murmured, which clearly meant that he wanted him to hug him.

Wind-dyed painting: ...

The little girl fell into Han Jinyan's arms, and her little hands skillfully grasped the jade buttons on Han Jinyan's robe, giggling non-stop.

Feng Ranhua: How come you recognized me when we just met yesterday?

Could it be that her little girl also likes to look at beautiful women's skin?

Feng Ranhua was chewing a bowl of noodles mixed with green onions, taking a mouthful of meat porridge from time to time. Her eyes were not idle either, as she glanced at Han Jinyan opposite her.

Han Jinyan hugged the jade-like little person tightly in his arms, picked up the chicken sauce steamed bun, and slowly put it into his mouth.

The young man, who was brought up in a centuries-old family, has elegance and nobility engraved in his bones.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on his right thumb holding the chopsticks, his middle finger with distinct joints, and the skin was obviously whiter than the other fingers. The mark left there should be the rose tiger finger.

For example, Cang Xuan’s Black Bird Tiger Finger.

"Does the King of Han also have the habit of wearing a single-rose tiger ring?" Feng Ranhua took a sip of meat porridge and said lightly.

"I have a lover named Cang Xuan. The King of Han has heard of him. He also likes to wear a single rose tiger finger."

The lover?

What lewd words are you saying, young lady?

He Gu: “………………”

Everyone: "………………"

Han Jinyan's heart suddenly tightened. Hua'er was very smart. Once she caught any clue, she would not give up. Now it seemed that she had been suspicious for a long time.

But for a moment, he didn't panic at all, and lied without blushing or beating his heart:

"Hua'er is naughty. Master Cangxuan and Hua'er, you are acting out of affection but acting according to etiquette."

As he spoke, he shook his right hand slightly:

"Mine is a rose jade finger ring, passed down to me by my great grandfather. When I was a kid, I fell and broke it, leaving a round mark."

"Where's the jade ring? Give it to me." Feng Ranhua stared into his eyes, but her smile became more and more sarcastic.

Han Jinyan pretended to search in his sleeve pocket, but to no avail. He glanced at Huaer casually, picked up another golden egg, and said slowly:

"Maybe it fell into the study room of the military camp. If you like the painting, I will arrange for someone to send it to you."

Prince Cang Xuan? !!!

"hehe."

Feng Ranhua sneered, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and only a chill was oozing out from the bones.

The air was slightly stiff and the atmosphere was weird.

Those who are familiar with wind-dyed paintings know that this is the prelude to a tantrum.

Everyone quickened their breakfast pace and moved away from the battlefield one by one.

Seeing everyone disperse, even Xiao Ling'er was taken away by Qingling.

Facing Hua'er's storm, Han Jinyan forced himself to remain calm and said aggrievedly:

"Hua'er, you like the black bird tiger finger, I'll find it for you. What style do you like?"

Seeing his innocent look, Feng Ranhua's expression became even more sarcastic.

Feng Ranhua rubbed the Xuanniao token that he had taken out from the small torn book. It was unknown what he was expecting or what he was afraid of, so he didn't take it out.

Feng Ranhua said indifferently:

"Then please find one in the shape of a black bird, King Han, and make eight or ten roses. The price is negotiable."

There were unexpected sudden rain, strong winds and the launch of a military campaign to punish the enemy.

For a moment, Han Jinyan's breath was choked, and he felt indescribably disappointed.

Feng Ranhua looked at him steadily, then walked away with her usual arrogant and domineering steps.

Han Jinyan was left alone, feeling sad.

When he left, his back looked somewhat embarrassed and discouraged.

Feng Ranhua stood in front of the window of the inner room holding Xiao Ji'er, staring at the receding figure without saying a word.