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

Feng Ranhua took off her cloak and spread it on the wooden board, then took out a small thin quilt from the space in the small broken book, and then carefully carried out Ji'er and Ling'er.

The two babies were sleeping soundly, their eyebrows and eyes dyed by the wind were filled with soft light.

Fortunately, I fooled Mr. Gong and he took out a big bag from the small broken book and said that it was what he brought with him.

After Feng Ranhua finished feeding the child, not a moment later, Old Gong came back with two chickens and took a clean pottery jar from somewhere.

Old Gong waved his hand towards Feng Ranhua and said, "Two. I'll stew one for you to drink. I'll roast the other for me to eat."

Feng Ranhua wanted to take a chicken, "Mr. Gong, come, give it to me. I am not good at other cooking skills, but I am very good at roasting chicken."

"Pretty girl, you just gave birth to a child today, so you should take a good rest by the fire. A woman who has just given birth is extremely weak. You shouldn't even get out of bed today." Old Gong shook his head.

Uh!

This reason left her speechless.

Wasn't he still saying this afternoon that she was strong and healthy, not as if she had given birth to a baby?

"If Mr. Gong doesn't mind, call me Ran Hua." Feng Ranhua was inexplicably touched.

"Ranhua, Ranhua girl, what a nice name." While Old Gong was speaking, he had already placed the clay pot on the fire and took out some medicinal herbs from his own bag.

Seeing Feng Ranhua looking at him puzzledly as he took out several packets of medicinal herbs, Mr. Gong explained:

"They are all common medicinal herbs, such as wolfberry, dates, ginseng slices, etc. They are just right for nourishing your body."

"Tomorrow, I'll find you some macadamia to feed your two cubs."

Feng Ranhua showed a well-behaved look that only appeared once in a thousand years, and nodded with lowered eyebrows.

The chicken was stewed, and Feng Ranhua drank up all the meat and soup in the pottery.

Under the urging of Old Gong, Feng Ranhua fell asleep in her arms, hugging Ji'er and Ling'er. However, without Old Gong noticing, she called out Little Book to help her keep watch.

Today's escape and difficult delivery are really a life-and-death experience.

Even with the spiritual spring to recuperate her body, she was still mentally exhausted and needed to rest.

Old Gong looked at the two children opposite him, and said with a rare sigh: "I have been traveling for half my life, but I have developed a crush on you, girl."

Feng Ranhua held a small broken book with half of its head sticking out of nothingness on her wrist. She saw that the old man opposite had a kind face, so she counted on her fingers and concluded that there was no danger for the time being.

However, the little girl did not let down her guard. She kept staring at Old Gong with her pigtails sticking up, and her ears were always paying attention to the outside of the temple gate.

As Old Gong was fiddling with the flame, his mind moved and he suddenly looked at Feng Ranhua. Hey, why did he feel like someone was watching him?

There was no one else on the opposite side.

Old Gong used his inner strength to explore the surroundings, but there was no sign of human life.

But he always felt that the person opposite was looking at him.

Unconvinced, Mr. Gong stood up and walked around Feng Ran's painting a few times, but still found nothing wrong.

The little broken book held its head high and jumped around on Feng Ranhua's body, making faces at Mr. Gong from time to time.

Old Gong’s mind became clearer and clearer. He was wondering what was looking at him? Could it be some animal?

Just when he was about to use his internal energy to shake the opponent, he suddenly looked down at the sleeping mother and her two children, and instantly withdrew his energy.

"There is something fishy about the girl Ranhua." Old Gong said with a smile.

When Feng Ranhua woke up in the morning, she was awakened by the rich fragrance of chicken. After a sound sleep, her body nourished by the spiritual spring felt refreshed. This was the most comfortable night Feng Ranhua had ever experienced.

The room was dim, with spots of light everywhere.

She stood up straight and looked at the door vigilantly.

I don't know when, the light from the empty doorway was blocked by two wooden boards. The room was dark and I was sleeping soundly. Through the crack in the door, I could see that the sun was already high in the sky.

"The old man is fine. He didn't sleep all night. At dawn, he fiddled with two wooden boards and dried some medicine powder at the door before going to hunt chickens."

"After daybreak, he came back with three chickens. He cleaned them up and went outside with a clay pot to make soup."

The little book was yawning.

She looked through the crack in the door at Mr. Gong who was making soup with a gloomy look in her eyes, and raised her lips slightly, "Little bastard, go to bed. I'll call you in the evening."

With a "hmm", the little book quickly returned to its main body.

"Wow wow wow!" My brother woke up.

Not a moment's delay.

"Wow wow wow!" My sister woke up too.

Old Gong came to the door reflexively and saw Feng Ranhua holding a baby, with a whimpering sound still on the wooden board.

"Hungry, hungry!" said Old Gong anxiously, "Hurry up and feed the babies. After you're done, come out and have breakfast."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared.

Feng Ranhua looked at Ling'er eating in her arms, and thought to herself that she had to find a cow to prepare.

Finally, the two babies were fed and placed in the basket, which was covered tightly.

The wooden boards were removed, and the sunlight scattered all over the ground was particularly warm.

Feng Ranhua walked out of the temple gate and saw the dark circles under Old Gong's eyes. "Thank you, Old Gong, for keeping watch for me."

Old Gong waved his hand and said, "Ah, fate, fate, we are destined to meet."

Next to the fire there was a large bowl with white circles of chicken soup in it, and a pot of chicken soup was boiling in a clay pot.

"This old man only knows a little about medicine. The chicken soup made with cyperus rotundus is just right for you." Old Gong moved the big bowl closer to Feng Ranhua.

She had heard Aunt Feng and the others mention in the cliff cave that this was a medicinal herb for increasing lactation. She picked up a large bowl of soup and drank half of it in one gulp without hesitation.

Just now, Ji'er and Ling'er had consumed all the food, and there was no more food left in my stomach.

"Ranhua girl, I can see that you are not a girl raised in an ordinary family. Where is the father of the children?" Old Gong asked after holding it in for a whole night.

Feng Ran, who was holding the pottery jar with chicken in it, paused and said with a distant look, "He's dead. He has already gone to the eighteenth level of hell."

"If he is not dead, I will skin him and make a kite from his skin one day."

She doesn't look like she's joking.

Mr. Gong: …………

Then, he muttered in a low voice: "What beautiful girls, what lovely children, what kind of unfaithful and heartless man is this?"

A heartless man?

A frightening and handsome face appeared in Feng Ranhua's mind again, and his expression gradually turned cold.

Han the scumbag has already married the beauty, and I heard that the girl from the Xie family in Lingqiu is also pregnant. He is lucky, because before I could take care of his third leg, he had a baby first.

Seeing Ran Hua's face becoming increasingly ugly, Old Gong guessed that she must be thinking about the children's father:

"Girl, look ahead. Four-legged frogs are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere."

"Hahahahaha..."

"Mr. Gong is right. As for men, there is no need to worry about lacking them." Feng Ranhua looked down upon everyone with her fox eyes, extremely arrogant.

Border.

"Master, there's an urgent message via carrier pigeon." When Fusheng received the letter, he flew straight to Han Jinyan.

Han Jinyan, who had been feeling uneasy since yesterday, took the note.

There are nine words written on it.

"When attacked by the enemy, Feng is missing and is about to give birth."