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

The night jasmine is dark black, and the moon is at its zenith.

In the southwest corner of Qinglan Courtyard, dead grass and fallen leaves were whistling in the cold wind of early winter.

Suddenly, a sound like a copper bell gradually approached and sounded strange in the darkness.

In the dilapidated utility room, Mother Yu's eyebrows moved slightly, she stood up and opened the door, and a man in black walked in, saluted with a fist, and said:

"Grandma Yu, our people failed and only one person escaped."

"It seems that what the young lady suspected is correct. The eldest daughter of the Marquis of Yong'en seems to have grown up in a remote farm with nothing, but in fact she is in a different world. After giving birth to a pair of children whose father is unlucky, the King of Han still loves her deeply."

Mother Yu sat there quietly, like a clay sculpture, with only her mouth opening and closing.

Man in black: "According to intelligence, King Han dotes on Feng Ranhua's children, especially the little girl, who he never lets go of."

Mother Yu nodded slightly.

"The young master has returned to Taiyuan a few days ago and has emphasized that no one should discover the secret of Yanmen Mountain. You should continue to stay in secret and keep a close watch. If you find an opportunity, you must stop Feng Ranhua from making drastic moves in Yanmen Mountain."

"Don't worry, mother-in-law. We still have three people left at a nearby farm, and the informants we bribed are men from nearby farmers." said the man in black.

"Okay, then go back carefully. Prince Han's men are secretly watching around the yard." Mother Yu frowned slightly with a serious face.

"Yes." The man in black clasped his fists and replied, then walked out of the room, blending into the night and disappearing.

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"Miss, Uncle Ya asked you to go to the [Forging Camp]. The prince sent a blacksmith here. He has a strange temper and as soon as he arrived, he clamored to see the strange stone you mentioned."

Xiao Xin bowed and reported.

Feng Ranhua put down the blueprint in her hand and said, "Oh, Han Zha... King Han is efficient and found the person."

"Let's go and take a look."

boom!

boom!

boom!

Close to the foot of Yanmen Mountain, there are three rows of houses, from which can be heard the rhythmic sound of hammers.

There is a new plaque on the simple wooden door that reads "Forging Camp".

"Where's the chicken? Give me another one. The old man loves roasted chicken. Don't forget to add a plate of chili."

"Eight wrong, eight wrong. The fire is just right. Where's the wine? Do you have any? Lihuabai?"

The voice is hoarse like a broken string.

Feng Ranhua chuckled softly and stepped into the yard.

A sloppy old man, skinny and with gray hair at the temples, only a hint of brilliance remained on his dark, thin face.

When he saw everyone bowing to the woman at the door, he tilted his head and looked at them with a big chicken leg in his mouth.

In an instant, all the resentment and depression on his face disappeared, revealing a smile as warm as the spring sun.

"What a pretty girl! Look at her tender skin. It's delicious in soup."

"The light is restrained, the steps are light, and the body is full of spiritual energy. The whole person is put into the alchemy furnace and made into a pill. I, the old man, eat it, and this body of tree bark has a new look."

When everyone heard this, they were filled with anger, but seeing that their master had a smile on his face and had not taken any action, they did not dare to act rashly.

Feng Ranhua frowned and made some moves to resist the internal force and majesty of the sloppy old man in front of him.

Unexpectedly, this extremely smart girl has profound skills.

The sloppy old man was exerting his inner strength while looking around, and suddenly his eyes caught sight of the Buddhist beads in Feng Ranhua's hand.

"Oh my, what a treasure, these Buddha beads are shining with Buddha's light. If you absorb them, can they make you live a hundred years longer? Pretty girl, how about giving these beads to me?"

Snapped!

A large chicken leg that looked like it had been gnawed by a pig fell accurately into the plate on the stone table.

Like lightning, a shadow flew over the heads of several people.

The sloppy old man used a trick like an eagle catching a chicken, and the skinny chicken claw was already in Feng Ranhua's hand.

What a fast movement!

Feng Ranhua jumped back, spun around and attacked with his fists.

The sloppy old man waved his sleeves and dissipated Feng Ranhua's supernatural power that looked like internal force.

Hearing the sound of fighting, Uncle Ya ran out, dropped the teapot in his hand, and jumped away.

"Uncle Ya, he means no harm."

Uncle Ya took two attacks and saw that they really had no ill intentions, so he stared at the two of them without blinking.

The two men fought from the top of the wall to the treetops, and from the treetops to the roof, and finally seemed to be flat on their bodies.

Feng Ranhua knew very well that she was no match for him.

Damn, that old monster came out from there.

Xiao Xin said along the way: If it wasn't sent by the Prince Han's Mansion, I would probably have thought he was a vagrant who was eating and drinking for free and kicked him out.

Of course, she had to get him out too.

Feng Ranhua brushed off the dust on her clothes, sat astride a stone chair, and rubbed her bruised wrists:

"You old bastard, you slapped my new clothes with your greasy hands and wasted my money."

The bad thing about maids is that they are too picky and won't wash their clothes when they are dirty.

The sloppy old man picked up the half-eaten chicken leg on the plate, bit off a piece of meat, and said incoherently:

"Pretty girl, are you the head of the family here? You have a small bone structure, but your kung fu is pretty good."

"Yeah." Feng Ranhua rolled her beautiful eyes and gave him a blank look.

Finally I had enough to eat and drink.

The sloppy old man, with his skinny belly bulging, swaggered into a kitchen.

It just so happened that Hu Fen was swinging a sledgehammer. It turned out that he was the blacksmith in the Han family’s military camp.

The sloppy old man didn't say anything and just stood quietly behind Hu Fen.

In the middle of the room there was a large stove, burning with red coals. Beside the stove there was a bellows, and when the boy pulled the bellows, air came into the stove, and flames shot up in the furnace.

After it becomes red hot, the young man will first heat the iron block to be forged in the furnace, and then move it to the large iron pier with a large iron clamp.

Hu Fen was seen holding a sledgehammer in his right hand, hammering with great force, forging repeatedly, and seeing the square iron taking on an arc.

"Master Hu, you know martial arts, right?" Feng Ranhua saw that he had excellent control over the strength of hammering and had a cleverness. She also heard from Uncle Ya that among the ten people, Master Hu was a martial artist.

Suddenly a pleasant sound was heard.

Hu Fen paused his hammer and looked back. There were four people following him. The one who was speaking was a beautiful and charming figure. He stood up:

"My Lord, my elders run a martial arts school, and I learned some boxing techniques."

Feng Ranhua hummed, before she could continue speaking.

The sloppy old man rushed over, and carried the eight-foot-tall man aside like a chicken, and said arrogantly.

"You, go and light the fire for the old man."

Hu Fen was about to get angry, but when he saw Miss Feng nodded slightly, he calmed down and asked the boy to stand up.

Feng Ranhua raised her red lips and threw a piece of black iron crystal stone: "Yes, this piece of iron stone."

The sloppy old man took the black iron crystal, looked at it closely, frowned and asked, "Pretty girl, where did you get this garbage?"

Feng Ranhua had already noticed that he had just used his internal force to squeeze it, but it didn't move at all. With a gleam in her eyes, she still insisted that her black iron crystal was a piece of garbage.

"You old man, just give it a try."

Hu Fen was a straightforward person. He blurted out what he thought of: "Master, don't be fooled by him. He doesn't even recognize a treasure."

Ten of them hammered this piece of black iron crystal for five or six days, but it didn't move at all and was as smooth as new.

It can be seen that this precious iron stone is extraordinary.

The sloppy old man pouted and said, "An ordinary blacksmith can't hammer this piece of iron."