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

"Huh, it really works."

Feng Ranhua's pretty face flushed, her heart trembled violently, and she murmured in an almost inaudible voice.

Huaer doesn't hate him, but is just shy?

The new understanding made Han Jinyan's breathing tighten for a moment, his inner emotions were surging, and his primitive thoughts were running wild.

"Hua'er, do you want to try?"

He leaned closer to Feng Ranhua's ear, and the deep male voice carried a unique and fascinating melody.

Feng Ranhua’s body stiffened and she rolled her eyes.

Damn it, if it were any other time, she would have twisted the top of his head off!

Feng Ranhua had just finished bandaging the wound with the arrow, tied it tightly with the knotted bandage, and uttered a sigh:

"I see that you are not only seriously injured, but you have also taken medicine? You look very lustful."

Han Jinyan cried out in pain, and his anger subsided a little.

Don't rush, take it step by step.

The application of medicine went on normally afterwards. The two of them asked and answered each other, talking about the assassination attempt, which they suspected was done by King Xuan of Taiyuan.

The two discussed how to take revenge on King Xuan.

The wound was finally bandaged.

Feng Ranhua, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, patted the wrapped masterpiece and said in a rare good tone:

"Okay, come out. You'll catch typhoid fever if you soak for too long."

Out of bad taste, Han Jinyan's right hand was wrapped by Feng Ranhua like a huge cocoon.

Han Jinyan hummed lightly, stood up straight and walked out of the bathtub.

Not wearing a single thread.

"what!!!"

Feng Ranhua's cheeks flushed red, and she covered her eyes and screamed in embarrassment.

It's unfair. Han Jinyan really didn't mean it this time. When the two of them were discussing military affairs just now, he had forgotten that he had nothing.

He hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing to cover his lower body, but when he wanted to put on the clothes, he could only use his left hand, and his huge right arm could only be tied straight.

"Hua'er...I...I can't put on my clothes."

Feng Ranhua thought of her masterpiece, and she stretched open a gap with her small jade hand. Seeing that the guy was blocking her vitals, she let go.

"Humph!"

What a beautiful picture of a beauty emerging from her bath.

He has a tall and slender figure, with graceful and flowing lines. There is not a single muscle too much or too little on his body, just the right amount.

"Sure enough, his figure is better than the handsome guy in the last days."

Feng Ran Hua's heart trembled violently again. She was afraid that her heart beat more times today than in a year.

"Who has a better figure?" Han Jinyan narrowed his eyes.

"Of course it's another man." Feng Ranhua was looking for clean clothes on the low table next to her. She suppressed her pounding heart, ignored the penis he was holding tightly, and helped him put on his coat neatly.

Huaer's words didn't seem false. He felt a little aggrieved and felt sad and bitter inside.

Han Jinyan looked at Huaer, who was a head shorter than him, and said sadly, "Huaer, you can't look at other men."

Like a little resentful woman staying alone in an empty room.

Feng Ranhua put his huge bandaged arm into his sleeves. Fortunately, the sleeves of clothes in ancient times were large.

After getting dressed, she stared at him with a half-smile and said:

"I'm going to keep a house full of beautiful women in the future."

Han Jinyan imitated Xiao Ling'er, blinking his eyes, which seemed to be filled with mist, revealing his sincere and clean eyes, as clear as those of a newborn baby.

"Painting can't abandon me."

There is a fatal temptation in the whisper.

This is a monster...

Feng Ran's eyes turned red as she said, "Men can have three wives and four concubines, so why can't I have a beautiful man?"

No!

Han Jinyan's deep eyes exuded an aggressive possessiveness. He put his left hand around Hua'er and hugged her tightly.

Feng Ranhua wanted to open her eyes and leave, but Han Jinyan screamed “Ah!”

When she touched her right arm that had just been bandaged, Feng Ranhua had no choice but to give up and glared at him.

The little fox is hypocritical and soft-hearted.

"There are three thousand drownings, but I only want Huaer." Han Jinyan stared at Huaer, and with his fingertips he pushed her messy hair to her ears little by little, his voice soft and gentle.

Then he looked at the painting steadily, and his breathing became heavier.

The four eyes met, the electric waves flowed, and the mist was like fog.

The familiar embrace fascinated her.

The depth of love made her dizzy.

Feng Ranhua unconsciously leaned closer to his arms, her heartbeat quickened, and the feeling of banging against the wall came again...

Hua'er's originally clear eyes gradually became blurred, with a hint of enchantment in her charm. She put one delicate hand on his face and carefully examined the edge.

It seems as if he is going to peel off the skin and reveal another beautiful woman.

Huaer thinks he is "Cang Xuan"?

Suddenly, he lowered his head and covered his red lips, and his cold lips rushed in unscrupulously. Feng Ranhua stared with eyes wide open for just a breath, then slowly closed her eyes.

Seems to be a response to intensive plundering…………

In a trance, Feng Ranhua realized that her clothes were leaking, and a gust of icy wind blew. She pushed him away and flew away as if escaping.

………………

On a big tree in the distance, Zhou Si was lying on the tree pretending to be dead, his ears standing up.

inside the house.

Sometimes it makes a loud noise, sometimes it roars and sometimes it becomes silent.

He stroked the tip of his chin and chuckled, "Master is really brave. Even though he was seriously injured, he was still able to come up with some new moves."

The words just fell.

Suddenly, a purple shadow flashed away from the roof as if escaping.

"Master, it can't be done this fast?" Zhou Si muttered foolishly.

"Zhou Si!!!"

thump!

Zhou Si, who was laughing secretly, was so scared by King Han's loud shout that he fell from the tree.

“Apply medicine!!!”

"Ah..." Zhou Si touched the back of his head, his master failed to succeed.

The rising sun breaks through the clouds, interweaving with red gold.

Feng Ranhua, who was a thief last night, stayed in bed for a rare time.

Wait until the sun reaches three poles.

She finally woke up, recalling what happened last night. She covered her proud breasts with both hands, her cheeks flushed.

Are you thinking about men?

That's why I lost my upper body in the kissing of Korean scumbags.

Feng Ranhua was dressed in new clothes and just walked out of the room. He Gu looked at her with strange eyes and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

"Miss, have breakfast first."

"Yeah!" Feng Ranhua responded. As soon as she entered the dining room, she saw Bai Qi sitting at the table.

The rascal picked up the diced meat in the porridge casually, and didn't put it into his mouth. He put it on the plate in front of him, making a pile.

"You little brat, you don't eat well at your growing age and you're just picky about food." Feng Ranhua sat down opposite him and said lazily.

"I'm done, sister, have breakfast."

When he saw his sister coming, Bai Qi looked disappointed and walked out with his head down.

"That weird boy, has he reached his rebellious stage and has some thoughts of his own?" Feng Ranhua looked at his receding figure with confusion in her eyes.

Uncle Mute happened to pass by, and when he saw the young lady in the dining room, he left without looking back.

Wind-dyed painting: …………

Mumbling to one another early in the morning.

"Qing Ling!"

"Eh."

Qingling walked in with small steps.

"What happened? Everything is weird."

"King Han sent a bunch of medicine this morning, saying that the young lady had worked hard yesterday, and asked us not to disturb you to rest, and also asked He Gu to nourish your body."

Qingling looked at the red spots on the young lady's neck curiously and answered.

Feng Ranhua's expression was indescribable after hearing this. That scumbag really never missed a single opportunity.

Seeing Qingling staring at her neck with burning eyes, she pulled open her collar, looked down, and revealed dense kiss marks.

"rogue!"

"Miss, have you made up your mind to reconcile with the prince?" Qing Ling asked. This was also everyone's doubts throughout the morning.

"I have never had a good relationship with him, okay!!!" Feng Ranhua said angrily.

Qingling didn't believe it at first glance and just stared at her neck.

Wind-dyed painting: ………………

"King Han."

The voice of Xiao Niba greeting Han Jinyan came from outside the door.