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

Under the big tree, Han Jinyan silently watched the master and servant in the martial arts training ground.

When he returned to the military camp this time, Chen Xiaowei from the Equipment Battalion reported that more than a hundred swords were inexplicably lost from the warehouse.

The big warehouse also reported that several trucks of dried meat, rice, seasonings, etc. were lost...

Even the Huzhu courtyard where they had lived was completely ransacked, with not even a chair left.

The entire military camp was on alert and conducted a thorough investigation, but no clues were found.

But he was certain that the only abnormality was the wind grass.

If she was kidnapped by mistake, why did she steal the supplies? How did she transport them out in a few days?

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Two days later, at dawn, the sky was filled with red clouds.

Feng Ranhua narrowed his eyes slightly at the gate of the courtyard, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked into the deep mountains and jungles. It was time to pick herbs and prepare to set off.

"Miss, there are poisonous snakes and fierce beasts in the deep mountains. It's too dangerous." Qing Ling said worriedly, "How about I ask Brother Gu to send someone to other clinics to look for it."

"Mistbeard grass can be used to make a potion that can conceal skin color. It was originally a folk remedy that He Gu learned about when she saved an old man. No ordinary clinic would know about it." Feng Ranhua shook her head.

She returned to the house, changed into tight clothes, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and rode a black horse into the deep mountains and jungles.

Qingling climbed up onto the observation deck, feeling very nervous. In the past, it was Uncle Ya who went to the mountains to look for medicine, and he always came back injured.

Inside a newly built brick and tile house.

"Your Highness, Miss Feng went to the back mountain." Mo Yin reported.

Bang! Han Jinyan dropped the document, picked up a sword, and leaped into the mountain.

Uncle Ya said that fog grass grows in cold and wet places.

Feng Ranhua walked and stopped frequently, bending down from time to time to pick up a handful of soil, rubbing it and observing the moisture.

Han Jinyan followed quietly from a distance behind him, while the agile girl in front of him was moving through the jungle at a very fast speed.

In the deep forest, there were constant howlings of wolves and cries of jackals and leopards, and the air was filled with a dangerous atmosphere. She was like a fish in water, and was always able to avoid the various packs of wild beasts.

When she encountered a lone poisonous insect or ferocious beast, she would not even blink, but drew out her sharp sword under the dazzling sun, which was ferocious and sharp, leaving an afterimage and splitting the beast's body in two.

He returned to the military camp for another matter, and specially sent someone to investigate the origin of the wind grass.

After a thorough search, it was found that there was no large family with the surname Feng in Wuzhou and Yizhou.

No one knew the origins of the girls who accompanied him.

An iconic big black face should be very easy to detect.

The shadow guards in Wuzhou sent back news that they had not found any outstanding black-faced girl in that big family.

She is keen on political affairs, well-informed, skilled in martial arts, and has a natural arrogance. She is not an ordinary girl at all.

An hour later, Feng Ranhua followed the damp smell of the mud and came to the bottom of a cliff, looking up and around.

"Sure enough!"

Her eyes lit up. On the cliff, there were clusters of fog grass growing. The grass was about two fingers wide, with slender leaves that were translucent green.

She jumped into the swamp without thinking, took a few steps, stopped vigilantly, hunched her body, and looked around.

This place is weird.

You could hear a pin drop in the air, and not a single bird or insect chirp could be heard around.

hiss……

A hissing sound came from the green grass in the swamp, and in a moment, a giant python as thick as a bucket emerged. Its entire body was black with cloud-like markings, and there was a thick yellow-brown spot on its back.

怵！

In an instant, Feng Ranhua's face turned pale and his whole body became stiff and unable to move.

The big devil Feng who fears neither heaven nor earth, she is only afraid of giant snakes in this life!!!

Han Jinyan, who was on the tree, quickly discovered that there was something wrong with Feng Ran's painting and looked puzzled.

Half a minute ago, she met a lone wolf. She raised her sword like a ghost and tore the wolf into pieces.

The murderous aura fills his whole body and is proudly in his bones.

Now, it is crumbling. Why has it suddenly become so weak?

The giant python in the swamp was twisting its body in twists and turns as it moved forward, staring with its deep and terrifying black eyes, looking down on Feng Ranhua.

The giant python is getting closer and closer.

Feng Ranhua understood that this was an infringement of its territory and it was naturally hostile.

Her teeth bit the tip of her tongue, and there was a taste of iron in her mouth. Her fingers flew, and a ball of fire formed in her palm, which she threw at the giant python.

fire!

Han Jinyan was surprised!

A ball of fire came rushing over, and the giant python rolled its huge eyes with disdain.

Unexpectedly, the flames penetrated the snake's body, burnt a piece of snake skin, and the air was filled with the smell of meat.

The giant python was angry, twisting wildly and ferociously, and its bloody mouth was rapidly approaching Feng Ranhua.

It was too late, but it was soon.

A sword energy came through the wind, and the giant python's skull was hit by the sword. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and it quickly twisted its body and retreated a few steps.

Then it stood up its snake head, spit out its snake core, and let out a hissing roar.

It’s Han Jinyan.

Feng Ranhua breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was filled with fighting spirit, "Tangle it!"

Looking in the direction of the mist grass, she gathered her strength, tiptoed up, climbed up the cliff, and picked a few strands of mist grass.

The giant python shook its tail furiously and slapped Feng Ranhua with its big mouth.

The strong wind brought with it a foul smell. Feng Ranhua did not hesitate and jumped straight to the bottom of the cliff on the right.

The person has not landed.

...Halfway through, she got hung on a tree fork. Feng Ranhua was upset that her broken body was not even half as strong as it was at her peak.

She had just complained for a moment when she suddenly felt her waist being locked, and then she felt dizzy and landed steadily on the grass.

As soon as she landed, Feng Ranhua pushed Han Jinyan away. As expected, she was a weakling and didn't even notice that this scumbag was following her all the way. She snorted twice and glanced at him:

"You followed me all the way here? Do you like watching shows?"

His fox eyes were slightly narrowed, with an expression of arrogance and anger.

Han Jinyan's eyes were ambiguous, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Otherwise how would I know that you have such a great ability."

This refers to her fire ability. She rolled her eyes, pretending to be stupid and shaking on her toes, and her tattered clothes slipped to both sides.

He was completely unaware that his entire white right leg was exposed, fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, a figure held her in his arms, with a robe covering her from behind. He frowned and was about to curse.

Uh, following the strange gaze, I saw a long, bare, snow-white leg shaking.

Feng Ranhua rubbed her nose, feeling a little embarrassed as they were alone together.

"thank you."

"It's cold, don't catch a cold."

His voice was a little hoarse to begin with, and he lowered it intentionally at this moment. The sound of his voice was so crisp that it almost went to the heart's core.

Feng Ranhua was in a trance and didn't notice for a moment, her foot sprained, and the two of them bumped into each other unexpectedly. Their faces were already very close, and their lips brushed lightly, and separated in an instant.

The next moment, the two of them automatically distanced themselves.

On the way back, the atmosphere was subtle.

Feng Ranhua was distracted the whole time and was always tripped by tree forks that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground. In mid-air, he would fall steadily onto Han Jinyan who was standing beside him.

Or hug.

Or knead.

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Various postures.

She looked embarrassed and muttered, "Am I suffering from premature Alzheimer's disease?"

Han Jinyan in front of him twitched his ears and curled his thin lips slightly, with a meaningful look.

He calmly calmed down the culprit - the pair of feet under the robe.

Thinking of her leaving the next day, Han Jinyan's eyes gradually calmed down. There were many doubts that had not been clarified. Who was she? Why did she look so familiar?