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

The three of them went to the cloth shop, mainly to buy cotton clothes and cotton cloth for the winter.

When they arrived at the cloth shop, Feng Ran was sitting on the only chair like a queen, with a murderous look on her face and a long sword in her hand.

Everyone in the store was scared and fled.

The shop owner was angry but dared not say anything. Business was already bad due to the war, and the few customers who finally came were chased away by an evil spirit.

"Boss, pick up five bags of cotton and ten existing quilts. Take five pieces of each of these three colors, this one and that one..." Qingling listed the items needed like reciting the names of dishes.

The boss who was frowning a moment ago suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Hey, come here."

After settling the bill, the total amount was fifteen taels.

Song Jiang looked at a large cart full of winter supplies. Qingling said they were all prepared for the villagers. He was so moved that tears filled his eyes and hesitantly walked forward.

"Miss Feng, I, Old Song, cannot repay your kindness with my life. I..."

"Okay, wipe the cat's tears." Feng Ranhua rolled his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth coldly.

Song Jiang let out a cry, and the tall and burly man rolled up his sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. He knew that Miss Feng's anger was not directed at him.

He secretly made a vow that he would follow Miss Feng even if he had to go through fire and water.

When a group of people, accompanied by the waiter, arrived at the city gate pulling a cart, they saw a circle of people standing by the carriage from a distance.

Feng Ranhua's eyes were gloomy and she saw at a glance that Shuanzi, who was guarding the carriage, was lying on the ground. He had been beaten so badly that his nose and face were swollen and blood was spitting out of his mouth.

Not far away, there were three guards in tight clothes lying there, groaning and crying.

There were two pairs of people standing nearby, confronting each other fiercely.

On the right is a middle-aged man in brocade clothes with two guards holding big swords, glaring fiercely at the cold woman opposite.

On the left was a cold and aloof woman looking at him with a look of disdain, playing with a nine-section whip in her hand.

"embolus."

Song Jiang ran over first and helped Shuanzi up. As he was shaking, Shuanzi spat out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Ran narrowed his eyes, walked closer, exuded a threatening aura and asked, "What happened?"

Shuanzi pointed at the middle-aged man weakly and said intermittently:

"This man... wanted to steal... our horses. It was... this... girl... who helped... me... stop him."

The God of Killer was so angry that he had no place to vent it, when suddenly this group of people rushed over.

Feng Ranhua's murderous aura surged up, the wind was blowing around her, her clothes fluttered, and a sharp chill shot out of her eyes as she stared straight at the middle-aged man:

"You want to steal our horses?"

The middle-aged man saw a dark-faced woman approaching him and said with disdain:

"How ugly!"

"I am the chief clerk of Ai County. These two horses are top-grade war horses. How can they belong to a commoner like you?

I collected it on behalf of Ai County.”

"Fuck, you said you would collect the money, so you collect it. Who gave you the courage? Han Jinyan?!"

Feng Ranhua looked ferocious for a moment, then kicked out without any warning.

Haw!

The middle-aged man was kicked against the wall, like a puddle of mud, completely stunned.

"Miss, please take care of yourself." Qingling's heart trembled. She was pregnant, and yet he did it again.

The two guards' eyes flashed, and they raised their knives to chop at Feng Ranhua.

Before he could get close, a scimitar knocked the long sword out of the hand of a guard.

Bai Qi leaped forward and grabbed the guard's neck.

The guard was imprisoned and unable to breathe. He struggled to raise his hands and tried to pry open the claws that were holding his fate by the throat, but it was in vain.

Bai Qi's eyes were bloodshot and his face was expressionless. He exerted force with his hands little by little. A sound of bones breaking was heard from the man's neck. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the back of his hand.

His eyeballs bulged out and he stared at the evil spirit in front of him with a terrified expression. Finally, with a crisp snap, his cervical vertebrae broke, and the guard's head tilted to the right, and he lost his life.

The remaining guard was so scared that he carried the middle-aged man on his back, turned around and ran eastward desperately.

Feng Ranhua narrowed her fox eyes and looked at Bai Qi. When Bai Qi was angry, his eyes turned bloodshot and his aura became violent and cold.

"Sister." Bai Qi's eyes quickly returned to amber and he called her sister sweetly, bringing Feng Ranhua back to her senses.

The waiter at the cloth shop nearby helped to put quilts, clothes and shoes onto the carriage with trepidation. When the carriage was empty, he ran desperately as if being chased by an evil spirit.

Feng Ranhua looked around coldly and saw only one carriage and two horses.

Now that there was an injured person, she naturally did not like to share a carriage with other men, but she was pregnant and it was inconvenient for her to ride a horse.

She spat out three words impatiently: "Buy a carriage."

Bai Qi took the silver and took Song Jiang to buy a carriage.

A horse neighed nearby.

Feng Ranhua then turned around and saw a heroic-looking woman holding a nine-section whip gracefully jumping onto the horse. The horse did not move at all, which showed that her martial arts skills were unfathomable.

Feng Ranhua smiled and said, "Thank you for rescuing me, young lady. What's your name?"

"Xu Qing." Xu Qing looked ahead and said in a calm voice.

Wow, what a cool woman.

Feng Ranhua curled her lips and asked, "Where are you going?"

Xu Qing replied expressionlessly: "Floating duckweed has no roots."

He has a cold personality, is not good at speaking, and has great martial arts skills.

Feng Ranhua smiled, this was the man that belonged to her.

"Well, do you want to play together?" Feng Ranhua asked with a flickering eyelid, like coaxing a child.

Xu tilted his head, as if thinking.

After a while, she said, "That's fine."

When Bai Qi and Song Jiang drove the carriage back with daily necessities.

Miss Feng didn't have the bad temper of her usual arrogance and impatience. At this moment, she was smiling charmingly like a black chrysanthemum and chatting with people.

We came in a simple way, and returned with two carriages full of things.

Several groups of people followed him, with delighted expressions on their faces, calling him a fat sheep; they followed him for only two blocks before he was knocked unconscious in an alley.

However, when leaving the city gate, Feng Ranhua looked back at the "Ai County" sign and muttered:

"One person was killed and three were injured. Why haven't any people from the Ai County government come here?"

"Han Zhahuo is a jerk, and his governance is not very good either."

Outside the carriage, Xu Qing, who was riding on a horse, heard it, his eyes moved slightly, and he tightened the reins.

Along the way, Xu Qing observed the route quietly.

Finally we arrived at the foot of the mountain. We passed through a moving bush and came to a mountain road that was just wide enough for a carriage to pass. After going around twice and more than a quarter of an hour, we arrived at the bottom of a cliff.

The cliff is concave and surrounded by many natural caves, making it a natural place to live.

A stream seeped out from the cracks in the cliff, forming a pool of fresh water. Several women were washing mushrooms and wild fruits by the stream.

Not far from the pond, six men were practicing martial arts. When Xu Qing saw the scimitars in their hands, his pupils shrank slightly.

When observing the expressions of the people, I found that they were different from the refugees outside. Although they looked miserable and their clothes were tattered, their faces were peaceful.

Hearing the horses neighing, everyone stood up consciously and greeted them with a smile.

"Miss Feng, are you back?"

"Look how hard you work."

"Miss Feng, I made mushroom chicken soup, which is perfect for you to keep your pregnancy."