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

Qing Ling's clothes were soaked. In the cold winter, if she stayed soaked like this all night, she would be half dead if not dead.

"Get out of the way!" Feng Ranhua shouted at Chen Wu and the other two.

The three of them nodded and fled in different directions.

Feng Ranhua took out clean clothes directly from the small torn book.

When she took off Qingling's wet clothes, she could see clearly that Qingling's arms were covered with criss-crossing wounds.

Even his thighs were covered with blue and purple bruises from being poked by a stick.

"damn it!"

Very good, Yanhu Villa! I will definitely pay you back tenfold or a hundredfold!

What an old bitch!

Feng Ranhua imitated Mo Shi and swore, carefully applied medicine powder to Qing Ling, bandaged the wound, and then put on clothes layer by layer.

Finally, he took out a quilt and wrapped Qingling like a cocoon.

"Come back!" Feng Ranhua shouted into the night sky.

The three men appeared again like ghosts, and were stunned when they saw Miss Qingling sleeping soundly under a brocade quilt.

Feng Ranhua did not explain, but threw a bag of meat buns and a water chestnut in three directions.

Then he ate the meat buns to replenish his energy. Seeing this, the other three picked up the meat buns and started eating them.

All night long, I could faintly hear loud shouting coming from the foot of the mountain. Around the second half of the night, I began to see people slowly running up the mountain.

The three guards didn't dare to fall asleep and listened vigilantly with their ears pricked up.

Until dawn, the gang had not come yet, but the sounds were getting closer.

After a simple wash, Feng Ranhua threw a bag of buns to each of them, and they ate breakfast in silence.

"Um……"

Qing Ling frowned and groaned in pain, then suddenly opened her eyes wide. Feng Ranhua turned her head and said with a smile:

"Are you awake? You must be hungry. Have some breakfast."

Qingling looked at the living young lady, still in shock, and couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

"Miss!"

Chen Wuxu said hurriedly, "There are pursuers."

Qingling pecked at rice like a chick, suppressing her cry of surprise.

Feng Ranhua wiped away the tears from her eyes: "Silly girl."

Silly Qing Ling took a small bite of the egg and grinned at the young lady for a while.

The few of them finished their breakfast quickly. Feng Ranhua aimed at a cave on the cliff, intending to let Qingling recuperate there. She had promised the brothel girl to find her sister Yun'er, so this would naturally count.

What's more, I have to visit the county magistrate's backyard.

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"stop!"

"Hey! I'm calling you, are you deaf?"

A group of people stopped a peasant couple who were carrying firewood and picking wild vegetables.

The standard outfit for the farming couple was coarse linen clothes and a head scarf. The most noticeable thing about them was their ugly faces, which were naturally black and gray.

"Sir? You called me?" A tall farmer came over carrying a bundle of firewood and asked with a silly smile.

A sour smell came towards them, and the leading steward took a few steps back in disgust, "Did you see two women and three men on the mountain?"

The farmer took a few steps back in fear.

The leading steward saw something was going on, pointed a knife at him, and said coldly, "Tell me, where did you see it?"

The farmer shuddered and trembled before saying, "Sir... my family is timid, and they are very fierce. They have knives and swords. It looks like... they have killed someone, and there is blood on their bodies."

He seemed quite frightened, but he managed to explain the situation clearly, speaking in fragments.

The head steward walked up to the woman again with a knife in hand and looked her up and down carefully. The woman was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes and the basket of mushrooms she was holding fell to the ground.

"Humph!"

The leading manager led a team of people and ran in the direction pointed by the farmer.

Going in the opposite direction is bound to yield no results.

In an instant, the peasant woman glanced sharply at the team of people and ran quickly towards the mountain with the mushrooms in her hand.

Mercury Village.

Hua'er did not come back all night, and Han Jinyan woke up in a restless mood. The gray sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was about to rain heavily.

Zhou Si was chewing on a bowl of braised chicken head and couldn't help but exclaim, "He Gu's marinade is authentic!"

Han Jinyan rubbed his brows, glanced at him sideways, and said lightly:

"Go to Lone Peak County!"

Zhou Si reluctantly put down the basin of chicken heads.

The Feng Ran painting that several groups of people were looking for was now in the county magistrate's backyard.

Feng Ranhua, with an ugly face in black and white, ignored the guard that was directed at her by the He Er couple and their two servants.

She found a seat and sat down. Seeing some pastries on the coffee table next to her, she picked up a piece and put it into her mouth. The burnt aroma spread on her taste buds.

Feng Ranguo raised his eyebrows and nodded in approval. After swallowing it, he slowly said, "Madam He, I haven't seen you for ten months. You look plump. I'm afraid you have gained ten pounds of flesh."

Madam He Er twisted her handkerchief and looked angrily at Feng Ranhua on the armchair. She was still so ugly. How could anyone have the face to say anything about her?

Feng Ranhua said arrogantly: "I am here to claim your life today, Madam He Er"

After saying that, he picked up another piece of cake, put half of it in his mouth, and reached out to pour himself some tea. He looked so leisurely, how could he look like he was going to kill someone?

"You bitch, how dare you! This is the county government office, and the county magistrate is my elder brother from the He family." Mrs. He cursed angrily.

call out!

A rag blocked Madam He Er's way. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she quickly winked at one of the maids.

The maid rushed to the door while Feng Ranhua was pouring tea.

call out!

One of the men threw a dart, which landed steadily on the door frame just away from the maid's cheek. The maid was so frightened that her legs went weak and she dared not move a single step.

Coincidentally.

Chen Wu supported the fainted He Yinsheng and came over. "Miss, the first brothel yesterday was also owned by this guy. He just sent people out to search the whole county for the offender."

When Mrs. He Er saw He Yinsheng, her expression changed suddenly.

"Oh, that's just the right amount of interest." Feng Ranhua clapped his hands, with the corners of his mouth curled up strangely, "Okay, an adulterous couple, it's done."

She winked at Chen Wu, who nodded and stuffed a pill into each of their mouths.

"You...what are you doing? What did you give me to eat?" Mrs. He Er's eyes widened and her face was gloomy.

After she finished speaking, she reached down her throat with her fingers, but there was nothing there; the pill had already dissolved.

"Shh! Keep your voice down. The Leng Shuang Sword in my hand has no eyes." Feng Ranhua narrowed his eyes into slits and raised them upwards as if he was smiling.

Madam He Er took one look at the eight-immortals table and the armchair that were split in two, swallowed her saliva in fear, and dared not act rashly.

Suddenly, the air fell into a suffocating silence.

Feng Ranhua tapped the tabletop slowly and steadily with three fingers of his right hand, making a crisp "tapping" sound.

An invisible sense of urgency came over her like an overwhelming force. Although it was the coldest day of the year, Madam He Er was as hot as a hot summer day, with a layer of sticky sweat covering her body.

At this time He Yinsheng hummed and tried to wake up.

"Alright!" Feng Ranhua looked at the two of them with a wicked smile, "Enjoy it."

Feng Ranhua and Chen Wu walked out of the courtyard gate one after the other. But when they passed by two maids, Chen Wu struck them with a knife and they fell down.