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

Princess Zhaoyang seemed to be struck by lightning and couldn't recover for a long time.

My brother…brought my eldest sister-in-law…and then…she had nephews and nieces…

day!

Is she still dreaming?

"I have, oh, dear, nephew?!"

Princess Zhaoyang's words were like her lips were burning. Every word she uttered burned her lips.

Han Jinyan's eyes are clear and open.

The next day.

Feng Ranhua didn't sleep well and walked out of the room yawning.

"I've met my sister-in-law."

A loud shout stunned Feng Ranhua, and she looked up.

The graceful Princess Zhaoyang performed the standard etiquette of a noble lady, smiling without showing her teeth and with a respectful expression.

Feng Ranhua blinked, not quite understanding what was going on. Yesterday she was a hot pepper, today she is a good little cat.

Qing Ling, who had been standing at the door with Princess Zhaoyang, whispered, "Miss, the princess has changed her mind. Do you have to give her a gift?"

Feng Ranhua saw Princess Zhaoyang looking at her with a look of surprise, and she was indeed waiting for a gift.

She searched her body and finally took out a small wolf knife, which was the improved version of the dagger that Old Feng sent her yesterday.

Princess Zhaoyang's eyes lit up as she took the exquisite little dagger. The blade was curved, and the handle was carved with a wolf head that raised its head and howled. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Feng Ranhua was not used to her enthusiasm, so she nodded slightly and politely invited her to have breakfast.

Princess Zhaoyang put away her little wolf knife, skipped and followed Feng Ranhua to the dining hall. As soon as she sat down, her eyes looked around and she stretched her neck to look around from time to time.

Finally, a pink and tender little face appeared at the door.

Princess Zhaoyang's heart was beating so hard with excitement that she didn't know where to put her hands. He Gu came closer and closer, holding Xiao Ling'er.

Princess Zhaoyang stood up and took out a wooden box. "Xiao...Xiao Ling'er, this is a gift from your aunt."

A pair of gold-inlaid white jade necklaces, the main material of which is top-grade white jade, with intricate and exquisite workmanship.

Little Ling'er pouted her little mouth, her face pink and crystal clear. When she heard someone calling her, she turned her little head and smiled at Princess Zhaoyang. She was not shy and stretched out her chubby little hands to grab the collar.

Xiao Ling'er was so happy to get the new toy that he kept shouting "Ah, Ah, Ah".

"She...she called me auntie!!"

Princess Zhaoyang was filled with excitement.

Everyone in the room looked at each other, wondering whether they should tell her that it was actually the everyday words used by babies in baby talk.

Princess Zhaoyang met her nephew and niece, and she was very excited on the way back, as if there was a fire burning in her heart.

Sha'er who was following behind was puzzled. The prince was still shouting and screaming yesterday, but how come he slept all night and started rummaging through the boxes and drawers to look for the gift at dawn?

They called each other sister-in-law, nephew and niece one by one, without any falsehood.

"Zhaoyang?" Aunt Que was in the side hall, having been waiting for her. Seeing her come back happily, she thought that the matter was settled, so she waved to her.

Princess Zhaoyang retracted her foot as she was about to turn and walked in with a smile, "Aunt Que, have you had breakfast?"

"It's been a quarter of an hour." Auntie Que held Zhaoyang's warm little hand, "What does Jinyan say? What does Feng say? How do we place the two children?"

Princess Zhaoyang raised her watery eyes and spoke nonsense in a serious manner:

"Aunt Que, my brother has explained to me that he and my eldest sister-in-law have a good relationship and will have children in the future. And my brother has consulted Master Ikkyu of Kudu Temple and he has said that Xiao Ji'er and Xiao Ling'er are very prosperous for our Han family. With them around, our Han family will be prosperous and have many descendants."

My brother said that this matter must not be known to anyone, otherwise what would we do if our sister-in-law ran away with the adorable Xiaojier and Xiaolinger?

Was it Master Ikkyu of Kudo-ji Temple who calculated it?

Aunt Que thought hesitantly, could it be that Feng was fertile?

A civilian guesthouse diagonally opposite.

The maid helped Xu Ge change the medicine and said softly:

"Miss Xu Ge, after one night, only redness and swelling remain. You will be fine after three days of medication."

Xu Ge, buried in the pillowcase, had a gloomy look on her face. The prince had never punished her before, but yesterday, because of that bitch... she was really bewitched and blinded.

She and the prince never had a normal wedding ceremony. In the final analysis, she was no different from a concubine.

What's more, there is a pair of bastards.

At the beginning... when the old princess was alive, she asked her if she was willing to follow the prince, and she agreed. She had been waiting for the prince to take her into his room.

However, fate is so cruel that it can turn your life upside down in a blink of an eye.

Xu Ge bit her red lips, and a sinister and cold look flashed across her eyes.

"So what if I am good at martial arts? Once I enter the palace, I will give birth to the heir of the Han family. How can the prince not favor me?"

The sky was getting dark and the wind was cold.

Yizhou, in the study room of Mr. Han Sanye’s residence.

"Master, the princess and Aunt Que have arrived at Shuixing Village. According to our secret sentries, on the first day, the princess had a dispute with Feng and they resorted to fighting.

Strangely, the next day, the princess recognized Feng and the two children."

The guard stood in front of the desk and reported.

Third Master Han asked in confusion, "What about Hu Que? What has she done? She has always taken that boy's affairs more seriously than her own. Now that the stigma is flying everywhere, how can she just sit back and watch?"

"The secret sentry did reply. Aunt Que tried to persuade the prince many times, but the prince has already made up his mind." Guard.

Master Han San hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems that the elders and I need to go to Shuixing Village again."

"By the way, have our people been arranged to move into Fengwu Courtyard?"

"No. Feng family is extremely cautious in employing people. Even our secret sentries have never approached the two children. The people who take care of the children are highly skilled in martial arts." Guard.

Master Han San thought it over without any result, so he gave up and let him go.

One day.

Little Niba rushed to the forging room and said, "Miss, Sister Qingling...suddenly fell ill! She is very ill! He Gu asks you to go back and see her."

Feng Ran Hua was startled. She dropped the knife and fork in her hand, jumped over the small mud and flew away.

When she arrived, Qingling's forehead was filled with fine needles and Old Gong was holding his breath to feel her pulse.

After a while, Mr. Gong said, "He's been poisoned. I've never seen this poison before. From the symptoms and pulse, I think he's been poisoned by a spring poison that I've never heard of."

Lying on the bed, Qingling, with her whole body flushed, murmured unconsciously, with a pretty face and a hint of charm overflowing from her brows.

Is the remaining poison from that day at Yanhu Villa not yet cleared?

The wind stained the painting, and my eyes were covered with frost. That little frame was ruined.

She took out a medicine bottle from the space of the small broken book and handed it to Mr. Gong: "Qingling was poisoned before and used this antidote. Take a look at it."

Old Gong took one out of the porcelain bottle, smelled it carefully, crushed it, repeated this several times, and then shook his head.

"I need to study this pill again and again. There is no other way for her to take it now. You can feed her the next one first."

After Mr. Gong left, Kong Ling came in wrapped in the cold wind, squatted beside the bed, touched Qing Ling's forehead, but could not find out the reason.

He looked at the wind-stained painting.

Feng Ranhua hesitated to talk, and after thinking it over again and again, he explained the matter of Qingling Chinese medicine in detail.

Kong Ling's face turned pale and his clenched fists made crackling sounds.

"Did that man escape?"

Feng Ranhua said solemnly: "She escaped. She has a master by her side. The next time we meet, I will cut her into pieces."

Kong Ling's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "After I capture him alive, I will execute him."