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

"Feng Ranhua! This grudge will be remembered by the king."

King Xuan was lying in the carriage, with resentment in the corners of his eyes.

The two beautiful maids who were massaging his hands and feet held their breath in fear, fearing that they would offend their master.

The master Mu Yuan on the opposite side closed his eyes tightly, leaving only his mouth to make a sharp and hoarse sound:

"It's rare to see such an arrogant and self-centered woman in my life. Either she has great support, or we misjudged her before. She has beauty but no brains."

"Her character is such that even the Spiritual Medicine Valley cannot tolerate her."

King Xuan looked at her with a hint of mockery and was silent for a while.

"Chen Yingsheng said that the third son of the Cang family who saved him in Yabi Village last year was a well-read scholar. I remember that the third son of the Cang family was a coward."

"She said that the third son of the Cang family had agreed to marry Feng Ranhua in the mountains. Feng Ranhua loved him, but when she learned that the third son of the Cang family got married last month, she was depressed for a few days."

"I have sent people to the Cang family to investigate. I want to see who her lover is."

The ferocity in King Xuan's eyes had not diminished, and there was an inexplicable light flashing in them.

I could also hear faint sobbing sounds coming from the carriage behind.

There was a flash of hatred in King Xuan's eyes. If this fool was not still useful, he would have been thrown to feed the dogs long ago.

The plan was to let her and Feng Ranhua become sisters, and he would allow her to enter the Xuanwang Mansion. Useless thing, just kneeling there crying uselessly, not even convincing her brother, a farmer.

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Feng Ranhua jumped off the wall and shouted to Kong Ling who was not far away: "Kong Ling, search the whole village, find out the bugs in the village, and throw them out of Shuixing Village!"

"Yes." Kong Ling accepted the order and responded with a fist salute.

Feng Ranhua led a horse and did not return to the yard. Instead, he rode towards the mountain.

"Hua'er?"

"I'm going to the forging camp."

Han Jinyan jumped on his horse and followed.

"Only that little bitch doesn't look for me. I, an old man, stay here. I have people to serve me, roast chicken to eat, and wine to drink. My life is leisurely." Old man Feng stayed in a sheltered place. He didn't feel cold. There was only a charcoal stove at his feet.

I saw a lump of mud roasting on the charcoal stove, and a scent of meat emanated from the cracks in the mud.

Da da da--

The sound of horse hooves came from far away.

His heart skipped a beat for no reason and he had a bad feeling.

"Old man Feng!"

The sound of horse hooves gradually approached, and then the voice of the little girl was heard.

Ouch, Old Man Feng felt a heavy heart sinking. This damn premonition...

"Not here! Not here!"

Old Man Feng crossed his legs and yelled.

Feng Ranhua dropped the reins, walked into the yard, and walked quickly to the charcoal stove. Hey, beggar's chicken.

Not caring about the heat, he picked up a large ball of mud and smashed it on the broken wooden table next to him. The mud shattered all over the table, revealing a chicken wrapped in a lotus leaf.

The fresh fragrance of lotus leaves mixed with the aroma of meat wafts into the air.

"You little bitch, that's mine! My chicken!"

Old Man Feng got anxious and stretched out his skinny claws to grab it.

Grabbing food is a skill that Feng Ranhua has developed since he was a few years old. The food would fall to the side, and in a few breaths, he would tear off a third of it and put it on a large plate.

Hold it tight to your chest.

Feng Ranhua's beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak and she grinned at Old Man Feng.

Han Jinyan saw the two people childishly fighting over a chicken, especially Huaer. He didn't expect that their movements in snatching food were as skillful as those of the soldiers in the army. It seemed that they did this often.

Today Huaer said that she had killed countless people, how come he didn't know that Huaer had been on the battlefield?

Suddenly I remembered that when I first met Hua'er, she was full of murderous aura, and she was no different from the cold and arrogant she is today.

It's just that in the past year, with her pregnancy and raising Ji'er and Ling'er, she has become more gentle.

"Here, I'll give you a piece of chicken." Feng Ranhua shook the big bowl in her hand towards Han Jinyan. This guy was deep, quiet, and reserved, and he stared at her without blinking.

Is there a flower on her face?

Feng Ranhua raised the back of her hand and wiped her face casually.

Han Jinyan's thoughts were interrupted, and he saw Hua'er drawing two black lines on her fair little face.

"Hahaha!"

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes at him and imitated Old Man Feng, half-sitting on the wooden chair, with her two straight and long beautiful legs draped over the charcoal rack in front of her in a wild and unrestrained manner.

One old and one young.

Crunch, crunch, eat the roast chicken.

The two of them ate very quickly, as if they were afraid that the other would snatch the food away. In less than half an hour, only a pile of skeletons was left.

Feng Ranhua stretched out a pair of jade hands, raised her red lips, and smiled lazily: "My hands are dirty."

Act like a queen and serve her.

Han Jinyan hid his smile, took the warm water brought by the servant, wiped the mud off his pair of black-spotted paws, revealing his jade-like fingertips.

"Huh. King Han is henpecked." Old Man Feng picked his teeth in disgust.

The sound of being henpecked did not make Han Jinyan angry, and his deep eyes shattered into a crystal light.

Feng Ranhua frowned frivolously, seeing that the scum was happy, and turned to Old Man Feng and asked:

"Old Feng, I saw you holding the Buddhist beads in my hand that day. I forgot to ask you, do you know him?"

Old Man Feng held a stick in his mouth, looking like a ghost:

"If I hadn't seen that we were one family five hundred years ago, both members of the Feng family, I would have just robbed it and run away that day."

Her fire ability is not a vegetarian either.

Feng Ranhua smiled but said nothing. She had something to ask this skinny old man today and was too lazy to waste her time arguing with him.

Old Man Feng glanced at them. It was a rare young couple with such a spiritual person in them. They could be described as outstanding people.

He deliberately prolonged the first syllable and began:

"Well... there are many unknown places in this world, and there are also unknown people. This string of Buddhist beads is a treasure of Buddhism, but you don't understand its use.

There is no need to add to the trouble.”

"My treasures are everywhere, everyone wants to buy them?" Feng Ranhua didn't think it was a hot potato, "Then those who know the value of things, are they also rich or have treasures?"

Her eyes were bright, and she looked like a female bandit.

"With my skills, can you beat someone like me?" Old Man Feng stared speechlessly, with a frog in a well clearly written in his eyes.

Feng Ranhua said with interest: "What are you afraid of? If you can't win, just run away."

Little did they know that one day Feng Ranhua and his wife would reach that place and cause a bloody storm, becoming famous all over the world.

Feng Ranhua turned the topic to the unknown places and unknown people that Old Man Feng mentioned. Old Man Feng kept his mouth shut like an iron lock and didn't say a single word.

Feng Ranhua simply returned to the right path.

"Master Qiaofeng is a forging expert. How about we work together? You can help me develop some mechanical weapons, swords, etc. I will give you my treasures in exchange."

Feng Ranhua coaxed her like a child.

When there is trouble, there is Master Feng; when there is no trouble, there is Old Man Feng!

snort!

Old Man Feng snorted arrogantly and ignored him.

Feng Ranhua knew that she couldn't defeat Old Man Feng with just a few words, so she pretended to look for something in her sleeve, but actually took out a piece of white silk from a small tattered book to seduce him.

"The knife can't get in, there's no other like it in the world."

Old Man Feng dropped the stick in his mouth, took out his black claws and tried to grab it, but saw the stinky girl staring at him with her black hands.

Poor and particular.

Finally, he washed his hands obediently, took the silk, and after a moment, he noticed that there was no one around and immersed himself in exploring.