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

The severe pain hit Qiao Lian, and she felt as if her whole body was beaten into minced meat. Only her eyes were spitting fire and she cursed angrily, "I want you to die. I want you to sleep with a thousand people and be scolded by ten thousand people!"

Lip reading.

Feng Ranhua understood and sneered. She stepped lightly on her ankle with her right foot and said slowly:

"On the way to the border, you pinched my arms so much that they were all blue and purple."

"You sold your body, slept with a tiger and pretended to be powerful, and you dared to steal my few accessories and clothes."

"Yesterday, yesterday, you hit me to the ground with your fatal blow, and I almost died."

"You dare to curse me!"

There was another "crack" sound, and Qiao Lian's ankle was broken. She lay like a dead dog, breathing only out but not in.

Everyone outside the door gasped, took a step back in shock, and looked at the girl in the room with fear.

She had a cold and arrogant face, like the scorching sun in the underworld, standing proudly in the underworld, exuding a murderous aura.

It was as if the timid Miss Feng who always hid behind Qing Ling had never appeared.

Just as everyone was stunned, a series of dense footsteps were heard.

The half-open door was pushed open, and four or five soldiers walked in from outside the yard.

The leader was a bearded soldier with a scar that looked like a poisonous wound running from the right side of his face to behind his ear. He walked in while asking:

"I heard that someone died here?"

"Sir, no." An older sister, probably the manager, said in a low voice.

The leading soldier was called Li Zhu. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "No?" This young steward was a sensible person. He knew that there was still room for him to cover up the fact that Qiao Lian had killed someone.

Li Zhu squeezed through the crowd and glanced indifferently at the woman on the ground.

Dongdong! Qiao Lian heard Li Zhu's voice and knocked the ground with her left arm, the only arm she could move.

Hey, Li Zhu looked carefully and his pupils suddenly contracted. The person lying on the ground was Qiao Lian, with whom he had spent several nights together last night. He ran over and hugged her in his arms.

"Qiao Lian!"

Qiao Lian in his arms had tears and saliva mixed with her face, which was dirty, and she was making “eh eh ah ah” gestures with her mouth.

Li Zhu showed a strange tenderness on his scarred face: "Don't be afraid, I will avenge you."

His gloomy face swept around with murderous intent, "Who hurt my wife?"

Feng Ranhua remembered that Qiao Lian was the concubine's daughter of an official family. When the rebels captured Yandu, she ended up living in a brothel.

She was proud of her beauty, could read and write, play the piano and sing, and was always arrogant. She vowed to marry a handsome general. She happened to fall in love with Captain Ma, who was handsome and had a bright future.

However, Captain Ma frequently showed his courtesy to the original owner.

She thought she was dead yesterday, so she chose this ugly and rough man out of desperation. What's more, he is a perfect match for her.

Li Zhu followed everyone's gaze and looked at Feng Ranhua, a face so dark that there should be no other face like it in the military camp.

Could it be the girl that Qiao Lian said she accidentally killed yesterday?

He asked in surprise:

"You're not dead!"

Feng Ranhua took a sip of water slowly, raised his eyebrows, and said arrogantly:

"Anyone who wants me dead has already met the King of Hell!"

So domineering!

A weak woman dared to challenge him, and Li Zhu stared at her with vicious eyes without blinking.

The prince has always been strict in disciplining his army, and he cannot openly break the rules, but if a few people die in the barracks, there are plenty of ways to deal with it.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly and said sinisterly:

"We have a dungeon in our patrol camp, and women can't stay in there for more than half an hour!"

Threat!

Feng Ranhua smiled contemptuously. She grew up eating threats and had never been afraid of anything.

It's a pity that those people were given a chance to be eaten by zombies.

She rolled her eyes and said lazily:

"Okay, pick a good day, and after I bathe, change clothes, burn incense and fast, why not go on a day trip."

Women: ...

Li Zhu, who had just walked to the door, paused, sneered, and left in a hurry.

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There were originally more than 200 women living in the Pogouyuan of the Military Family Camp. Those who were matched with suitable soldiers moved out of Pogouyuan one after another.

There are less than fifty women nowadays, who are taken care of by several maids on a daily basis, and spend their days weaving cloth and pickling pickles in the yard.

After the scene in the early morning, no one dared to order Feng Ranhua and his servant to do any work.

Feng Ranhua wandered around the military camp, occasionally squatting down to chat with the aunts and sisters-in-law, all of whom talked about the geographical environment around Xiamen Pass.

After two days, Feng Ranhua had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

On this day, Feng Ranhua and his servant were walking around the military camp again, actually inspecting the sentry posts.

When I reached the outer defense line, I heard dense footsteps from the right. When I looked sideways, I saw a row of soldiers, all of them looked majestic and awe-inspiring.

The most eye-catching person is a tall young man in armor. His handsome features seemed like they were carved by magic. He narrowed his eyes and looked forward. His deep eyes were like that of an emperor on earth, cold and aloof, but also a bit scary.

Feng Ranhua blinked her beautiful eyes and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

What a beautiful skin!

She flipped through the album of the top ten most handsome men in the apocalypse in her mind and nodded slightly. Even in the apocalypse, this top-notch monster would be at the top of the list.

"Greetings, Your Highness." The soldier on guard saluted respectfully.

Feng Ranhua's eyes, which were as bright as stars, instantly revealed undisguised disgust and hatred.

What a great King Han, Han Jinyan!

Amidst everyone bowing, only a dark-faced girl was left standing there straight. A sudden gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and her green sleeves rustled, outlining her wild and wanton arrogance.

He is full of bloodthirstiness and savagery.

Han Jinyan narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. This was only possible because one who had been to the battlefield and experienced the blood and gore would feel such a strong sense of oppression and murderous aura.

He took another look and suddenly felt that this black face seemed familiar, but why was there disgust in her eyes?

"Your Highness, Miss Xie vomited blood again today." The guard next to her glanced at the bold and rude black-faced girl in the distance, frowned and urged.

Who does she look like?

Han Jinyan narrowed his eyes, thought for a while without any result, nodded, and strode away.

The master and servant looked at the group of people going away without saying a word.

quite a while.

Qing Ling's eyes were complicated: "Miss, that's my son-in-law."

Feng Ranhua pursed her lips tightly, with a chill in her eyes.

What a scumbag! He married the original woman for good fortune, but then turned against her and trapped her in Wuzhou, leaving her to fend for herself for more than five years.

The god of war and the king of Yizhou in the eyes of the world is a heartless and ungrateful person.

A woman next to them turned around with her eyes wide open and looked at Feng Ranhua and his servant from head to toe. Then, with her old face that looked like a dead tree, she said sarcastically:

"What a shameless little bitch, saying that the prince is your son-in-law. You haven't woken up yet, you are dreaming in broad daylight."

"He's a scumbag. He stripped me naked and sent me to my bed, but I didn't even look at him!" Feng Ranhua said sarcastically, glancing at him coldly.

A chilling and murderous aura!

The old woman's heart trembled violently, and all the angry words were blocked back in her throat in an instant. She didn't dare to make a sound for a moment.

Suddenly, the old woman's eyes lit up and she pointed at Feng Ranhua: "My Lord, it's this little bitch who is so outspoken."

Feng Ranhua turned around and saw that the group of people had come back and were standing five meters behind him.

Perhaps because they had heard her bold words, the soldiers cast subtle glances at her.

Qing Ling shrank back to the young lady in fear and whispered in her ear:

"Miss, he...heard it. Do you want to tell him that you are..."

"No!"

Feng Ranhua uttered a word lightly, and met Han Jinyan's expressionless gaze with a disdainful look.

There was contempt in his eyes.

The enraged Feng Ranhua's brows relaxed, and he narrowed his fox eyes, revealing a full sense of arrogance:

"Why, the high and mighty King Han wants to punish someone?!"