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

Fairy, no! She is more beautiful than a fairy, a goddess.

In short, it is beautiful, the most beautiful I have ever seen.

A few rough guys were all stuck, and I couldn't think of any words to describe it.

The point! ! !

I could actually call out their names, and their voices sounded unusually familiar.

"Haha." Qing Ling chuckled, "Are you stupid? This is our young lady."

boom----

It was a bolt from the blue, and the group of rough guys were stunned.

"Feng...Miss Feng?" Da Tiezi asked with a voice as loud as thunder, staring with huge eyes.

"hold head high."

After Feng Ranhua slapped Gu Cheng on the head, she tilted her head and looked at everyone. A charming and peerless smile blossomed on her face, domineering and enchanting.

"Where's your black face?"

Chunzi asked, pointing at his rough black face like a silly boy.

"Pfft!"

"I used drugs before to cover it up a little."

Feng Ranhua laughed out loud, and the corners of her slightly upturned mouth exuded a captivating charm.

Those talking fox eyes seemed to be shaking, making people's minds sway along with them.

"You bunch of fools, you are just the same as always."

There is another sentence that I haven’t said yet: we are all passionate people.

Everyone swallowed their saliva silently. After spending more than twenty days together, they had never realized that Miss Feng was such a stunning beauty.

"Hehe, it's good to use medicine, it's good to use medicine. Miss Feng looks like a goddess. If she had been exposed earlier, the bandits would have caught her like a cat smelling fish."

Da Tiezi sighed sincerely.

Zhou Si, who had come over at some point, had his face hidden in the mask and said in a stern voice:

"How dare you! This is the princess."

Feng Ranhua glanced at Han Zhahuo's personal guard. Now, everyone brought by Han Zhahuo called her like this. She didn't have the time to correct them one by one.

"princess?"

The rough guys were collectively stunned, as if they had thought of something, and in an instant they felt like they had lost their seven souls and eight spirits.

When they were in Yanjing, Miss Feng and the prince were fighting with swords every day, shouting and killing. They saw it all and were worried all day long, fearing that one day the master would investigate and punish Miss Feng.

Gu Cheng, who was still immersed in the joy of regaining something he had lost, felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. It not only sobered him up, but also made his hair stand on end.

Kong Ling noticed that General Gu Chenggu, who had never spoken a word, was first stunned, then delighted, and then instantly lost in thought.

"Gu Cheng, you are stupid." Feng Ranhua picked up the weighing rod and knocked Gu Cheng on the head. When they were in Yanjing, she and Gu Cheng got to know each other through fighting, and their daily interactions had a more revolutionary friendship than that of others.

Gu Cheng hummed, his nose felt hot and sour, and his heart felt swollen and astringent, as if something precious was about to be torn away from his body.

Their group had been building salt wells and had no idea about the rumors about the princess in Yizhou, nor did they know that this Miss Feng was that Miss Feng.

Kong Ling took a cold look and was amused. This boy was so ignorant of the danger that he had once had a crush on the princess.

Afterwards, when Gu Cheng saw the prince, he lacked the joy he had when he entered the village.

However, Han Jinyan was rarely moved when he saw his former brothers.

General Gu and the old prince have a close relationship like that of brothers. They went to school and fought on the battlefield together since they were young.

Han Jinyan pulled Gu Cheng to the map and pointed to the foot of a mountain and said:

"Gu Cheng, you came at the perfect time. I want to build a military camp and train troops here in Yanmen Mountain, and you are the one who will take charge of this matter."

Gu Cheng was warlike, so it was a waste of his talent for him to be assigned to manage the salt wells. However, salt consumption was a big deal for everyone in Yizhou.

Don't leak any information.

After more than a year of salt production, the salt reserves in various places are enough to last Yizhou for five years.

Gu Chengyin hid the desolation in his eyes, nodded heavily, clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "I will obey you and will not fail in my mission!"

Feng Ranhua personally arranged the menu for the welcoming banquet in the evening. The rough guys in Yanjing were the first friends she met when she came to this world, and they were all very loyal.

Rows of tables are filled with: roasted whole lamb, stone-roasted pork belly, chicken stewed in a big pot with mustard seeds, duck stewed with ruby ​​radish, braised fish with green spots, and cold wild green and red fruits.

It’s not fancy, but it’s still a good-looking and delicious meat dish.

Place plates of peaches, hawk-billed peaches, and sweet oranges picked from the secret realm.

The women in the village spontaneously started making big buns and dumplings with various fillings.

After three rounds of drinking.

Tiezi came over drunkenly with a glass of wine and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Miss Feng..."

"My buddy missed you so much. I was afraid that you and Miss Qingling would be bullied by someone who didn't know how to see. My brothers and I took turns going to the mountain god temple to burn incense so that the mountain god would bless you."

"But Miss Feng, you can't just follow the prince without any status. You call me princess, but we haven't even received a letter from him yet?"

Suddenly, Tiezi felt a death gaze, and the words turned around and he ended by shouting "Princess".

Han Jinyan: …………

What an idiot, they've become stupid from burning salt.

If you don't mention that pot, then that pot will boil.

Feng Ran smiled smugly and glanced at Han Jinyan:

"That's right. First, there was no betrothal gift, and second, there was no wedding ceremony. The King of Han thought that we were easy to bully, so he gave me the title of princess.

My mother said that I should marry a handsome scholar, who is fair-skinned and delicate. Or I should marry a soldier or general who is upright and capable. After two people fall in love with each other, they should have proper etiquette, and none of them should be missed. "

Just like in a drama, Feng Ranhua picked up the wine glass and pretended to cry to his brothers.

"Your Highness, what you did was not fair. Miss Feng, you saved our Yizhou. You have done a great deed."

"Yes, the girl cannot leave after being engaged. Three matchmakers and six engagements are required. Don't worry, Miss Feng. The old prince's carriage is behind us. We will ask the old prince to make the decision for you."

"Miss Feng has a bad temper, but she is also a good girl that is hard to find even with a lantern."

Tiezi, Hu Bing and a bunch of other people gathered together and started to attack the prince one by one.

Qingling was standing aside, covering her mouth with her hands and laughing so hard that her stomach almost cramped. The young lady was scaring the King of Han.

Song Jiang, Kong Ling and others were stunned. They saw the prince being bullied by the young lady in various ways every day.

Han Jinyan grabbed the increasingly proud and flamboyant little fox paw with great interest, pulled her back to the chair, and leaned close to her ear:

"When did your mother-in-law tell you that she passed away when you were five?"

"What do you want as a betrothal gift? Hmm?"

A hoarse, bewitching voice.

The clothes were entangled, covering the big palm and the small hand was placed on the waist and climbed up.

Feng Ranhua glanced at the unruly big hand on her waist and said, "My mother told me this in her dream, why can't I allow it?"

"You still want a pale-faced scholar?"

Feng Ranhua spoke in a dirty voice without blushing or beating her heart:

"The white-faced scholar is great. When you take off all his clothes, you'll see that he's all white, which is pleasing to the eyes. And when you touch him, he's so smooth and shiny that it makes your blood boil.

If we want to have a passionate dance, no, a passionate dance needs some atmosphere, so we need to wear a thin shirt, with a barely visible gauze. "

As he said this, he licked his lips, looking like a wretched client.