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

Two days later, autumn was in the air and we said goodbye.

At the entrance of Muyu Village, rows of strong-willed soldiers stood, but the anger they had when they came was long gone.

Tears sparkled in everyone's eyes, and the performance was so touching and touching that people were reluctant to leave.

"Miss Feng, if someone bullies you, tell Lao Tietou and I will be the first to deal with him."

"Yes, Miss Feng, don't be afraid. Find someone to tell them, and we brothers will rush over with swords in hand."

"Miss Feng, are you coming back?"

"Miss Feng, you must come back!"

……

"Okay, you annoying people, go back to work." Feng Ranhua waved his sleeves and got into the carriage.

These soldiers still have some conscience.

Oh, it’s just that scumbag Han, who pretended to give him a token last night and tried to keep her in a roundabout way, is leaving today without even showing up.

There is a long time to come, and I thought that sending a token would be able to offset the original suffering and the ridicule of the world.

"Gee..." Qing Ling waved the whip, and the horse's hooves rose in all directions, raising a cloud of dust.

After the work was done, she left, hiding her achievements and fame. Their Miss Feng was gone.

On a high slope not far from the village entrance, three men were standing, one in front and one behind.

"Actually, Miss Feng is a nice person except that she's ugly." Mo Yin, who always had a silly smile on his face, sighed with rare emotion.

Gu Cheng, who was standing next to him, blushed and said coyly, "Who... who said she was ugly? If she is willing, I... will marry her."

What! !

Mo Yin turned to look at Brother Gu with eyes wide open, as shy as a new bride, her face as red as a flower, serious!

He…twitched his lips: “Brother, you have really special taste.”

There is one more thing I haven't said. Have you ever noticed anything unusual about the prince?

The conversation between the two drifted into the ears of the man in ink-black clothes in front. He pursed his lips, glanced at the carriage, and an unknown emotion flashed across his face.

As if sensing something, Feng Ranhua glanced through the window at the tall and slender man not far away.

Han Zhahuo, he still had a handsome and cold appearance, with a captivating aura emanating from his body, which suppressed the autumn colors of the mountain behind him!

Han Jinyan's dim light moved, and a pair of cunning and smart eyes in the carriage crashed into his boundless abyss, causing a few ripples.

What a ghost.

Her face froze, and after a moment of hesitation, she gritted her teeth and let down the curtains.

Qing Ling heard the sound of the young lady pulling the carriage curtain. She pouted and glared at the King of Han who passed by, then raised her voice and asked:

"Miss, shall we go back to Wuzhou to look for Hegu and Uncle Ya first?"

"Yes, go find Hegu and Uncle Ya, and then go to Yandu to pick up Chenjue." Feng Ranhua knocked on the wooden window casually, and said sullenly in a bad mood.

Qingling had just learned how to drive a horse-drawn carriage from the soldiers, and also learned a few tricks of wielding guns, which were somewhat new and interesting, so the carriage drove faster.

There was no rest for more than an hour.

The route chosen by Feng Ranhua was relatively safe, perhaps because the two of them did not draw their swords, and their murderous aura scared away the groups of refugees.

A few days later, passing by a forest, Qing Ling shouted:

"Miss, there is someone ahead!"

Feng Ranhua lifted the car window curtain and took a casual glance, and saw a pool of blood and black.

The wounded in black.

There are only two words to describe this kind of thing: trouble.

She said casually:

"Go! Never mind."

When the carriage passed by the fainted man, Feng Ranhua took a closer look and saw a teardrop mole. She screamed, "Bai Qi!"

Qing Ling subconsciously tightened the reins, but the carriage hadn't stopped yet. Feng Ranhua jumped off the carriage, rushed over and helped the injured person up.

It's a man.

His body was covered with wounds, old and new, with blood flowing out. It seemed that he had fought many fierce battles.

Feng Ranhua lifted the strands of hair on her forehead, revealing her entire face. She really is a younger version of Xiao Qi.

He was fair and handsome, still childish, with the scarlet teardrop mole at the corner of his eye extremely conspicuous.

The whole person exudes an air of sickness and gloom.

He looked the same as when she first saw Xiao Qi in the Chemistry Building at the end of the world.

"Miss?" Qing Ling became suspicious. When did the young lady get to know other men?

"Help the man onto the carriage." Feng Ranhua frowned. Before she could explain, she heard four or five people rushing over from the left.

After helping the people onto the carriage, Feng Ranhua pushed Qing Ling in, waved the reins and galloped away.

stomping on...

The wind was blowing, and the people behind were chasing closely.

Feng Ranhua made up her mind, untied one of the black horses, and told Qing Ling to go where there were more people. She would lead the people away and they would come over.

She jumped onto her horse, swiftly drew out a long sword, and galloped away.

Qingling looked at the young lady walking away with worry. Why did the immortal only teach the young lady martial arts? If he had taught her as well, her martial arts would surely be more proficient by now and she would be able to lend a hand.

She turned her head to look at the injured young man. The young lady wanted to save him, and a trace of struggle flashed across her pretty face. She turned her head, swung the reins, and rushed towards a village.