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

Feng Ranhua tapped with one finger on the slender palm that was around her waist. That lunatic was a moving treasure trove from head to toe.

Behind her, Han Jinyan smiled inexplicably and whispered in her ear:

"Well, our spies found out that he was bribing princes and recruiting rebels everywhere, and the price he paid was always 100,000 or 200,000."

That would mean millions of taels of silver? ! ! !

"Damn it, if we rob him, I'll have the money to build the castle." Feng Ranhua curled the corners of her lips, her eyes flickered, "Scumbag, let's team up to take him down!"

Where did Huaer learn these crude words?

Han Jinyan laughed and said, "After recruiting soldiers, King Xuan has nearly 300,000 troops under his command. Moreover, the Taiyuan army is well-equipped, so it is not advisable to fight head-on."

Feng Ranhua's figure was as nimble as a monkey, and she shrunk out of Han Jinyan's arms. I was crazy and even fascinated by Han Jinyan's arms.

Then she glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and retorted sarcastically:

"You are guarding the gate of Dayan with only 150,000 soldiers. You are fighting desperately with the people of Donghu all day long. Be careful that the city gate will catch fire, and the enemy will attack you from the back door, leaving you with nowhere to seek justice."

Han Jinyan said calmly: "What's there to be afraid of that mob? My Han family soldiers have experienced battles and fought their way out of the bloodbath."

The Han family army is full of righteousness and protects the people.

Feng Ranhua calmed down and looked serious, with a murderous look on her face. She had fought her way out of the bloodbath and established the Qinglong base with her army, providing a place for ordinary people to rest.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you. If anyone dares to kill me, I'll set him on fire." Feng Ranhua raised her head and looked away with her beautiful eyes.

"No, you can't show off your fire abilities casually."

"What do you care about me?"

"You are my wife!"

"Oh my god, when did I admit it?"

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On the West Street of Shuixing Village, in a blue brick and tile house.

As soon as several teams of people entered the courtyard, they dispersed in a well-trained manner and chose to live in the houses around them, whether they were stables or warehouses.

The warm room in the east room was originally empty, but within a quarter of an hour, the soft couch embroidered with python, the copper stove with two handles, the charcoal basin with lotus carvings, the plum-shaped tin kettle with a purple clay body... were all placed in their proper places.

Heavy as fog, curling like smoke.

King Xuan was lying on the soft couch, playing with a pair of round jade balls carved into the wall in his hands.

"Has Uncle Master rested?"

"Master, Master Muyuan is resting in the west room."

"Your Highness, the scout said that the King of Han and the Princess of Han have always lived in separate courtyards, and the Princess of Han does not allow the villagers to call her the Princess. They all call her Miss Feng or Master."

King Xuan lay on the couch, squinting his eyes, and hummed, as if thinking:

I didn't expect that the eldest daughter of the Feng family is really a wild and untamed beauty. But what is rare is that a woman has the aura of a king. When I saw her today, she just stood there casually, but she had a majestic aura that looked down on the world.

No wonder the King of Han was still eager to make peace even though he had a pair of children whose father was unknown.

However, he had someone conduct a detailed investigation and found that the three generations of Marquis Yong'en were all below average in talent. Could it be that the Hai family secretly sent someone to teach them?

The Hai family has been noble and elegant for a hundred years, and has produced no less than ten prime ministers and grand secretaries throughout the generations.

In this generation of the Hai family, there seemed to be three legitimate girls who had never been married.

King Xuan Jieyu moved slightly and glanced at the guard beside him: "Zeng Gongkui went to the Hai family in Yuzhou. Did he get a reply?"

Guards: "Prince Zeng sent a pigeon a few days ago, saying that the Hai family has closed its doors and is not accepting visitors. The direct descendants of the Hai family are confined to their homes and cannot go out without the approval of the clan leader."

King Xuan sneered, thinking that a mere scholar with some talent still wanted to keep himself out of trouble.

"I heard that the granddaughter of the Hai family is beautiful and intelligent, and full of poetry and books. I asked Zeng Gongkui to spread the word in Yuzhou that the late emperor left a will to marry the granddaughter of the Hai family as my concubine. I followed my father's wishes and sent a valuable gift to the main courtyard of the Hai family."

"Yes. I'll do it immediately." Another guard received the order and left the warm room.

King Xuan said leisurely, "Go and prepare a valuable gift. We will go visit my cousin tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

King Xuan placed three fingers on the table, tapped it a few times and asked, "Where is Shun Yao?"

"My lord, after Master Yan separated from his friends halfway, he went to stay in the courtyard of a local squire. I heard that Master Yan lived there for ten days two months ago." The personal guard replied.

King Xuan closed his eyes tightly to show that he knew. Shun Yao lost an iron mine and an arm at the hands of Han Jinyan, and most of the troops he had trained for two years were also lost. It was no wonder that he was unwilling to come and apologize.

Just follow him.

Yan Shunyao, who was dozens of kilometers away, was walking on the snow and slowly entering the backyard of a house.

Outside the window, the moon is like a hook and the cold wind is whistling past.

In the embroidery building in the backyard of this country gentleman, a beautiful woman stretched her neck and looked out the window frequently.

at last.

A handsome man in a long robe walked into the snow, and before he could knock on the door, it opened from the inside.

"Sir, you are here."

Yan Shunyao embraced the pretty girl who was looking forward to it, and pushed her against the wall, gently stroking her pretty face which was as red as fire:

"The plum blossom is three points less white than the snow, but the snow is one point less fragrant than the plum blossom. After not seeing it for two months, the plum blossom has become even brighter and more beautiful."

Mei'er leaned against Yan Shunyao, her body trembling slightly, her voice like mist, as if whispering: "Young Master, you are making fun of me."

Yan Shunyao chuckled, turned around and took the man to the bed next to him.

"Mei'er, do you miss me?"

Yan Shunyao looked down at Mei'er lying on the bed and licked the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

"I think of you every day, and hope you will come back."

Mei'er's eyes were dodging, as if she was expecting but also shy. Ever since she had spent several nights with Master Yan two months ago, she missed him deeply.

Yan Shunyao remained silent.

His appearance is 30% similar to her, but unfortunately he doesn't have the courage and rebelliousness like her.

The young master suddenly looked gloomy and cold. Mei'er shuddered with fear and said timidly, "Young master..."

Suddenly, he chuckled. The obedient little rabbit has its own deliciousness.

He touched Mei'er's exposed slender white neck lovingly, "Don't be afraid."

Extremely gentle.

He leaned down, lying on his side, and put his hand on her calf, moving it all the way up, gently lifting the belt.

As if appreciating a masterpiece, he slowly untied the laces of her pink skirt, and the exquisitely embroidered skirt half opened.

Mei'er's eyes were misty and seemed to contain tears, but her face had an extremely shy smile.

Afterwards, Mei'er's clothes on the bed fell to the ground one by one, leaving only a skirt. Mei'er grabbed the collar tightly and bit her lower lip.

Yan Shunyao leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Do you miss me like this?"

Mei'er lowered her head and uttered an almost inaudible "hmm".

Like a cat, like encouragement.

next moment.

The room was filled with the woman's suppressed and broken sobbing, but someone blocked her lips with something, making the sound fragmented yet alluring.

On a windy and snowy night, the clouds were thick and obscured the green shadows. The smoke was curling in the dark night. There were the barely audible sobs and rustling sounds of a woman, which made one's blood boil.

There was also a strange blush at the corners of Yan Shunyao's eyes, and his breathing was still disordered, but he felt more of a strange sense of satisfaction.

The guards who followed in the dark night outside the window stood silently, like a breathless shadow, accustomed to it.