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

"Miss, have you asked the master clearly? What happened between the madam and the Hai family?" Qingling was concerned about important matters.

Feng Ranhua picked up the clothes slowly and said calmly, "I ran into an enemy today. I was late and didn't see him."

"Enemy? Who is it?" Qing Ling turned her head and asked.

"Let's ignore him for now. Qingling, you said that Cang Xuan has been gone for more than three months and he hasn't sent anyone a letter. What does he mean?"

Feng Ranhua held the clean clothes, found a chair to sit down, put her chin in her hand, gazed at the dancing leaves outside the window, and murmured.

Another gust of wind came.

The summer breeze blew the leaves, and the leaves crashed into the arms of the summer breeze and spun in the air.

Miss misses Master Cang? What happened to Master Cang? There is no news at all.

Qing Ling's face was filled with indignation. Seeing the young lady's sad expression, she calmed down and said comfortingly:

"Perhaps Master Cang has an urgent matter at home, or perhaps he has sent a letter and it is on the way?"

"Even though they look different, I have always thought that King Han and Cang Xuan are the same person." Feng Ranhua said self-deprecatingly, "Do you think I am crazy?"

And was teased up and down.

"Miss, don't talk about you. I once saw King Han in the courtyard at night and thought it was Master Cang who came back." Qing Ling also had the same doubt in her mind.

"Didn't Master Cang say that he and the King of Han are cousins? They look similar in demeanor, so it's very likely."

Feng Ranhua said "hmm" and went to the washroom.

Feng Ranhua originally planned to hide for a while, but received news that Han Jinyan was leaving.

Feng Ranhua walked out of the inner room. Han Jinyan stared at the peach tree next to the well in the yard. Hearing footsteps, he spoke:

"Hua'er, look at the peach trees in the yard. With careful care, they bloom in January, bear fruit in February, grow in March, and mature in April. All in just over a hundred days."

Feng Ranhua raised his eyebrows. What is this scumbag talking about?

Han Jindie turned around and slowly walked towards Feng Ranhua.

"Hua'er, the situation is changing rapidly. Now Donghu has sent another 50,000 troops to attack the territory of Great Yan. They are near the four states of Yandu and are already killing each other. The war is raging, and I am afraid I am not strong enough.

Can you take Ji'er and Ling'er to Yizhou?"

Feng Ranhua blinked her beautiful eyes. This scumbag went through so much trouble just to protect her and her two children under his wings.

She smiled, and her lazy voice sounded leisurely:

"I am honored by the favor of King Han. My appearance is not worthy of being in the elegant hall, not to mention that the people in your palace are all powerful and noble. How can my Ji'er and Ling'er live in the world and live in your palace?"

Han Jinyan sighed helplessly, and coaxed her gently and tenderly:

"Don't worry. If you follow me back to Yizhou right now, I will immediately open the ancestral temple and record Ji'er as the eldest son and Ling'er as the eldest daughter. Ji'er will be the legitimate heir of my Han Palace and this will never change."

At this moment, Feng Ranhua was stunned, and her hand unconsciously touched Han Jinyan's angular, sculptured forehead.

She slowly raised her head, and her jade-like fingertips moved from the side of her forehead to the back of King Han's head, getting closer and closer, magnifying King Han's clear and handsome face, which was deep, quiet, introverted and mysterious, and exuding a breathtaking brilliance.

Han Jinyan swallowed his saliva, and his body gradually became warm.

As long as he leaned forward slightly, he could capture those slightly upturned red lips, the slight and moist curves of her lips, and the fresh fragrance from her nose blew over his skin, bringing a tingling and electric feeling...

Feng Ranhua was testing it, and sure enough, when she got close to Han Zhahuo, her head made a "boom" sound and her heart was beating wildly.

Suddenly, she smiled charmingly:

"If there weren't so many right and wrongs, you would be a good partner. I like the skin of a beautiful woman, your fighting ability is equal to mine, and you are generous and don't worry about money."

The air is dense.

Han Jinyan's lips curled slightly, thinking of Hua'er's bold words when she was in the cliff cave, "More money than me! Better at fighting than me! More handsome than me!"

"Hey, this man in front of me has a faint blood relationship with Ji'er and Ling'er." The little book who just woke up poked out his disembodied head.

“Faint” blood connection?

Feng Ranhua's eyes were sharp, and she stepped back a meter, then asked very soberly: "Han Jinyan, how many men are there in the Han family in your generation?"

And the sound of the swords is as sharp as the cold winter.

Bang! A basin of ice water poured over the hot Han Jinyan, cooling him down completely. All the ripples in his eyes disappeared.

Hua'er... why is there that look of disgust in her eyes again, treating him like a snake or a scorpion.

Han Jinyan replied with difficulty: "Hua'er? You..."

"Han Jinyan, you just need to tell me, how many men are there in your Han family in this generation?" Feng Ranhua's eyes were cold as she asked again.

Could it be that Hua'er's hostility towards Prince Han's Mansion came from the Tang Chinese clans since she first met them?

Han Jinyan said without hesitation:

"I am the only one in this lineage. There are two other branches in the hall, and there are three men of my generation, one older than me, and two slightly younger than me."

"King Han, please go back. Let's put aside our selfish motives. We will never meet again." Feng Ranhua drove the guest away in a cold voice.

Han Jinyan: “…”

Huaer has a righteous idea and a firm will, so it is not easy to argue with her at this time.

"Donghu has mobilized 50,000 troops. I have to set off back to the border immediately. Before I leave, do you want me to hug Ji'er and Ling'er?" Han Jinyan looked sad and begged.

Feng Ranhua wanted to refuse immediately, but... the Donghu invaded and the casualties were ordinary people, and Yizhou still needed him to maintain order.

"it is good!"

Inner room.

A ball of light outside the window was reflected on the tall man. He carefully held Ji'er in one hand and Ling'er in the other, and held them against his chest. He lowered his head and stared at them, standing quietly.

The gentle silence is as beautiful as a timeless ink painting.

Feng Ranhua tilted his head. At that moment, no one would believe him if he said he was not the children's father.

On the front side that she had never seen, Han Jinyan was hugging his two children tightly, his eyes moist.

After a long while, he gently put Ji'er and Ling'er down, turned around and looked at Feng Ran's painting, which was clear and gentle, full of tenderness:

"Ji'er is steady and Ling'er is lively, very good."

Before leaving, Han Jinyan solemnly clasped his fists and bowed to Feng Ranhua.

"Thank you, Huaer!"

The slender figure walked away with a straight posture and a slightly bitter smile on the corners of his lips. He mounted his horse and went straight out of the city gate.

Dozens of soldiers were quietly waiting for him outside the city gate.

Qin Qiaoqiao probably knew that Han Jinyan had left, so she came right after him and sneaked into the main hall with her back hunched.

She was afraid that the shadow guards left in the next yard would recognize her.

Hehe, if Brother Yan knew that she came to cause trouble for Sister Feng a few days ago, he would have skinned her alive.

"I've never seen Brother Yan like this before. He looks lonely and sad." Qin Qiaoqiao stuffed a piece of sweet cake into her mouth and said seriously.

The cute little cheeks are as chubby as a cute mouse.