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

What?

Salt?

Gu Tou was not dreaming, was he? Was he also bewitched by this ugly black woman?

The soldiers were half-believing and half-doubting, so they pinched out a small handful and put it directly into their mouths to chew.

salty!

So salty!!

The stupid soldiers frowned for just a moment before jumping around and shouting.

"Salt!"

“It’s really salt!!”

"We in Yizhou are saved!"

"Miss Feng, you are a living Bodhisattva! You are a fairy sent by heaven!"

Feng Ran's eyebrows twitched. Oh, didn't they agree to hang her up and peel her skin for public display? How did she become a fairy?

A bunch of scumbags who say one thing and mean another!

Salt is a good thing in troubled times. It is even scarcer than a fine war horse.

Especially the current situation in Yizhou, where the salt road is controlled by others and its throat is strangled, the situation is extremely difficult.

She saved them!

There were five large pots and no one was allowed to interfere. Gu Cheng carefully filled them with salt and held up a small half-bag of salt for Han Jinyan to look at.

After putting it on the carriage, he sent two soldiers to guard it out of concern. Then he ran to Feng Ranhua with a greedy look on his face, bowed, and grinned awkwardly for a long time.

Idiot!

Feng Ranhua gave him a nonchalant roll of her eyes. He thought there was still hope, but his brain wasn't working well and he could easily be used as a weapon.

Even the busy soldiers passing by Feng Ranhua walked much more lightly, with respect in their eyes, imitating the boss with his signature grin, and not forgetting to say:

"Miss Feng, please have a good rest. If you need anything, just let me know."

They know too well the bitterness of life without salt.

Anyone who goes to the battlefield does not exert himself, for even a little less effort may result in the loss of his life.

But without salt, how can it be tasty?

What a bunch of fools! Feng Ranhua muttered.

A quarter of an hour later, the well-trained soldiers formed a salt production line amidst the joy and excitement. Two people were assigned to one post and eight people were assigned to one pot. They were responsible for scooping brine, collecting firewood, and making fire...

Well, there are only two idle people left.

Feng Ranhua threw a knife at King Han, then got into the carriage yawning. She was tired in spring and autumn, so she needed to take a nap.

Just as Feng Ranhua was falling drowsy, finally, the cold ice block King Han outside the window spoke.

"Thank you."

Feng Ran Hua Tiao opened his eyes wide, played with the hair in his hands, and said sarcastically:

"You are the King of Han, how can you thank a woman? Don't force yourself to be hypocritical."

"I was just being kind for the people of Yizhou and for the thousands of innocent soldiers. If it were just you, if it were just your Han Palace, I wouldn't even save you even if you were lying dead in front of me."

Vitriolic.

It's so ironic.

Han Jinyan was startled, a wave of emotion flashed across his cold eyes, and he turned to look at the girl in the carriage.

Through the car curtain, one could see the woman in the car lying on her side in a domineering manner. Her enchanting figure swayed with her raised calves, revealing her slender, snow-white flesh faintly.

Very seductive.

Why do I always feel like I've seen this before? Han Jinyan calmed down his thoughts and asked seriously, "You hate me? Do we know each other?"

"Oh, guess?" Feng Ranhua sneered.

"If I have mistakenly abducted you to the border, I apologize."

Oh, my hatred towards you goes far beyond this one. One day I will make you settle the score. Feng Ranhua glanced out the window.

Gurgle... Gurgle...an inopportune sound came from the car, interrupting Han Jinyan.

Feng Ranhua touched his belly and smacked his lips. He was hungry.

Han Jinyan, who was standing outside the window, curled his lips slightly and waved his hand. Two black-clad guards stood quietly by his side.

Han Jinyan whispered a few instructions, and the two shadow guards left.

The beautiful girl in the carriage has curved eyes, and this beauty seems to be quite knowledgeable and interesting.

First find some snacks to fill your stomach, then wait for the big meal from the Korean scum.

Feng Ranhua climbed out of the carriage and shouted, "Qingling, bring a chair over here."

The well-behaved Qingling brought over a broken chair and sat on it like a big boss, with her two straight and long beautiful legs draped over the short stool in front of her in a wild and unrestrained manner.

Han Jinyan on the opposite side stared at her straight, his eyes as clear as ink, hiding a myriad of thoughts.

Guess, you can guess as much as you want, but you can’t figure out who I am no matter how hard you try.

Feng Ranhua blinked her beautiful eyes and licked her red lips deliberately:

"King Han looks at me like this, is he attracted by my beauty?"

"That won't work. I sell my art but not my body."

"Besides, you look so weak. Tsk tsk, you are useless."

The attitude was arrogant and asking for trouble, and he was deliberately looking for trouble.

Mo Yin, who just walked over... was twitching all over. Oh my god! She said the prince was useless?

audacious in the extreme!

Could it be that Miss Feng, relying on her knowledge of salt-making, dares to act unscrupulously in front of her master?

court death!

Soon, he was confused.

His master is the King of Han.

At this moment, a smile flashed in his cold eyes. He "considerately" pulled away the girl's short stump and inadvertently pulled the hem of her skirt down to cover her calves.

...Feng Ranhua hummed lazily. Are they familiar with each other?

Scumbag!

Mo Yin's hair was disheveled in the wind. The prince... might have been poisoned.

After a while, several guards came back carrying a box of rabbits.

Han Jinyan took one out and skillfully put it on the grill, grilling it until both sides were golden brown and filled with a burnt aroma.

He cut it into small pieces with a knife, placed it carefully on a plate, and handed it to Feng Ranhua.

Awkward apology?

Feng Ranhua raised the corners of her lips slightly, took the plate without hesitation, and put a piece of food into her mouth with each hand.

Like a little hamster, with puffy cheeks.

I didn't expect this scumbag's roasted rabbit skills were so exquisite and delicious.

The fire crackled, and the flames shone particularly clearly on the black-faced girl's face. Her eyelashes were like fans, her nose was upturned like water drops, and her every frown and smile between her brows was full of charm.

But, is the natural gray-black color of the cheeks caused by illness? Or is it natural skin color?

Han Jinyan's gaze moved down little by little and landed on her collar.

No, there is a dividing line at her collarbone.

He leaned to the right without making a sound, and from a distance they could see the two of them leaning against each other intimately.

Suddenly, a hand pushed the loose hair on Feng Ranhua's temples behind her ears, with an intimate and even ambiguous gesture.

Feng Ranhua bit the rabbit meat and her body trembled suddenly. She felt a little itchy and rolled her eyes: ... Is this scumbag teasing her?

"careful!"

The voice that came was low, the breath was clear, and it was misty and charming. She frowned slightly.

King Han quickly put his right hand behind her head, lifting up her black hair with his fingertips, and turned his eyes to the inside of her clothes, and sure enough, there was black and white alternating into a line.

After a moment, King Han sat up straight, stretched out his palm, and there was a black insect lying on it.

This scumbag flirted for a long time just to help her catch bugs?

Feng Ranzhua looked at him with a strange expression, which made King Han's guilty heartbeat quicken. The corners of his lips trembled twice, and he lightly pressed his fist against the tip of his nose to cover it up.

Why is this scumbag blushing? He's confessing himself.

"Why, King Han wants to offer himself to my bed?" Feng Ranhua said again, "With your beauty, you are barely qualified to be the top concubine in my harem."

I thought this scumbag would be angry and ashamed by my sarcasm, but the next moment I saw an alluring smile on his cold and indifferent handsome face, and his eyes were shining.

Shadow Guards: ...They heard some vicious words.

Mo Yin was hit by a critical hit again...it was too painful to watch.

Qingling's heart was beating fast. The young lady was too tough!

"If Miss Ruofeng tells me her identity, I can... give it a try."

Han Jinyan stood up, tilted his head and whispered something in her ear, along with a clear laugh.

Looking at King Han walking away, Feng Ranhua snorted coldly. This scum was as thick-skinned as her.

Under the big tree, a shadow guard appeared beside Han Jinyan like a ghost and said:

"Master, an urgent report came from the military camp. A strange incident has occurred. There have been strange thefts in the Equipment Camp and the Procurement Camp. We have conducted a thorough investigation, but have no clues yet."

Stolen?

Han Jinyan looked at the black-faced girl standing nonchalantly beside the stove, and his eyes became thoughtful.

"Inform them to investigate the theft and hold off for now. I will discuss this when I return to the barracks."