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

The next afternoon.

Cheng Qingniang and Aunt Feng came together, each carrying needle and thread, and sat next to the brazier.

Bringing over the dustpan filled with cloth, the two of them skillfully picked up the half-finished small clothes and small gossips.

Aunt Feng rubbed the long needle on her head twice and sewed it on the cloth. After a while, half of the sleeve took shape.

She looked up at Miss Feng who was eating melon seeds, and asked with her head down.

"Miss Feng, I heard from Miss Qingling that your husband has passed away?"

Feng Ranhua spat out a melon seed shell and said with a frown, "Dead, completely dead!"

Aunt Feng hesitated and said, "It's hard for a woman to live alone with a child. What kind of man are you looking for, Miss Feng?"

She has been really thinking about this recently.

Feng Ranhua pinched her jade-like fingertips and boasted, "You have more money than me! I can fight better than me! You are prettier than me!"

The two clothes makers smiled at each other and said, what woman doesn't look for a man?

Cheng Qingniang smiled and said, "That's great. Miss Feng's request, I think we can find a handsome martial artist in the escort agency, who will be the best match for Miss Feng."

Aunt Feng slapped her thigh and said, "Ouch!"

In a moment, Aunt Feng grimaced and screamed in pain. She forgot about the embroidery needle in her hand and the tip of the needle pierced her thigh. Fortunately, she was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket in winter.

Hey, Feng Ranhua bit a melon seed and shook his body, and the needle tip felt painful.

Aunt Feng frowned but still took on the task, "Yes! Miss Feng, leave it to me. Next time I go down the mountain, I'll go with my Fubao. I'll go to the escort agency and take a look. I'll definitely pick a good one for you."

Feng Ranhua blinked: ...Among the men in the escort agency, which one is as good-looking as her? Which one is as rich as her? Which one can beat her?

Cang Xuan stood still at the door.

Gone again.

He thought as he walked.

Silver? The mansion has mines, fields, houses, and cash, which should be enough to support us.

Pretty? He touched his face again, and the image of her slender and charming figure flashed through his mind. He sighed, looking worried.

Martial arts? After testing her inner strength, she was delighted, but then she suddenly thought of her strange fire, sighed, and looked sad.

"Hmph! You're peeking at your sister again. You have bad intentions." Bai Qi, who was hiding under a stone, sneered at Cang Xuan's figure.

"I can't fight you!" Mo Yinshen slipped beside Bai Qi without anyone noticing.

One by one, they dare to scold their master.

Courageous.

Bai Qi glared at him sarcastically, "Humph, there's something wrong with your young master. He covets my sister."

Mo Yin sneered after hearing this, "There are many beautiful ladies in the world who are interested in my master, who would covet Miss Feng?"

"Besides, is Miss Feng as pretty as my master?"

Bai Qi put his hands behind his back and rolled his eyes at him, "Superficial, my sister relies on wisdom."

Look, he's walking away, Mo Yin muttered.

"Tsk, if it weren't for the young master, do you think my master would be willing to come?"

"You are killing yourself, so stupid!"

A female voice choked.

"Hehe, I'm just nagging because there's no one around." Mo Yin looked at the person who came and smiled foolishly.

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night.

In the mist, a tall and beautiful woman came over, whispering "Ranhua...Huaer..."

It was like a feather scratching Feng Ranhua's heart, making it itchy, numb and swollen.

Closer, closer.

"Who?"

She wanted to sit up and shout, but this beautiful leather strip sealed her mouth...

Two auras pursued each other, stirring up a mist in the room.

...A hot hand touched my back, caressing and stirring...

card!

Critical moment!

Feng Ranhua woke up, and tightly covered the proud thing on her chest with both hands, feeling a chill all over her body.

"Fuck, I've lived in the apocalypse for 26 years and never thought about men. How come I traveled to ancient times and I'm already having sexual thoughts after just a few months?"

Feng Ranhua looked at the darkness in front of her eyes and simply sat up cross-legged on the couch, holding her bulging belly steady.

"Who is Han Zhahuo or Master Cang in my dream? Why is his face so blurry?"

"When it comes to beauty, the Korean scumbag is slightly better, and has more momentum."

"Master Cang is so weak, I can't handle him in a few strokes."

The more I think about it, the more I can’t sleep.

He got up, put on a thick cotton cloak and went out.

The moonlight shines on the white snow, casting a cold and dim light.

Feng Ranhua stepped on the dead leaves on the snow out of boredom, making a crackling sound.

"Do we really need to find a father for the little cub in our belly?"

"When you get older, should you find a man to warm your bed?"

Ugh!

It’s more fun to kill zombies and rob resources, why bother with all these messy things.

She began to miss the end of the world when the sky was dark and blood was boiling.

"Miss Feng, the night dew is heavy. Don't overwork yourself. Go back and rest early."

A clear voice came from the treetops not far away.

Followed by.

A figure jumped down from the tree.

It’s Cang Hyun.

Damn it, whatever you think comes true.

Feng Ranhua glared at him. The almost indescribable restlessness in the dream just now seemed to be him, and also seemed to be Han Zhahuo.

It feels like being caught doing something bad.

Feng Ran raised his easel and said with great momentum:

"Leave me alone!"

"I love to appreciate flowers, the moon, and the snow in the middle of the night. It's pitch black, but I love to appreciate them."

Cang Xuan looked at the crescent moon on the treetops and smiled at her, "The moonlight is nice today. It's rare that Miss Feng and I are in the same mood."

"..."

Feng Ranhua spat, "You are a hypocrite!"

I have a sharp gaze, how could I miss the teasing hidden in your eyes? I snorted, even beautiful women have poisonous skin!

She had been touched by two beautiful women, and these two people always made her irritable and wanted to stab her.

But she saw the frail scholar opposite her suddenly gazing at her with deep affection. His crystal brown eyes were like a deep pool that could drown a person. I'm afraid few women in this world can escape.

But his upper and lower eyelashes were exceptionally long and thick, exuding a strong sense of emotion under the moonlight.

Her heart suddenly palpitated, the feeling was indescribably strange.

Did this guy drug her? !

The scene in her dream flashed through her mind again. When her clothes were pulled down, her chest muscles with delicate lines yet full of explosive power were exposed, which made her breath hot.

Even when his Adam's apple rolled up and down at this moment, she seemed to hear the passionate panting in her ears.

Just thinking about it, her face instantly turned red, she bit her lips and shouted, "You... don't come over here!"

As luck would have it, a gust of cold wind blew and Feng Ranhua shivered.

"The wind is blowing. I, Miss Fufeng, will go back and have a rest."

As they were talking, Feng Ranhua was completely wrapped in Cang Xuan's shadow.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky.

Feng Ranhua was speechless for a moment, "I have no hands or feet?"

Cang Xuan said calmly, "You are pregnant, be careful not to fall."

That makes sense.

What an enthusiastic scholar.

Feng Ranhua snorted coldly.

There was a long silence along the way.

When you reach the entrance of the cave, Cang Xuan will be there.

Feng Ranhua returned to his usual nonchalant demeanor and snorted, "Why, in the middle of the night, do I have to invite you into the cave to drink a cup of hot tea?"