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

Feng Ranhua, who was standing by, curled the corners of her lips, let out a cold laugh, stretched out her scraped right hand, and gently placed it on Han Qianze's right leg, which had just been bandaged.

Han Qian felt cold all over, and looked at Feng Ranhua, whose face he couldn't see clearly, with fear and pleading.

Seeing this, Feng Ranhua sneered, it was too late!

She tapped his knee lightly with her knuckles, making a slight sound that struck Han Qianze's heart like a death sentence. He shuddered and felt the exposed wound burning and itchy.

Han Qian wanted to make a final struggle, but the next moment, he felt those seemingly gentle fingers suddenly increase their strength, and he heard a click, and his leg was broken again!

Although it was only one arm, it felt like being stabbed hard by someone.

The tearing pain spread from his right leg to his whole body. He opened his mouth to scream, but he could only shout in his mind.

Feng Ranhua's fingertips moved up along his broken wrist bone, and from time to time she poked his arm gently, like picking at tofu.

Her movements were gentle and her eyes were full of enjoyment, if you ignore the "crackling" sound of breaking under her fingertips.

His arm is broken!

Han Qian's whole face was twisted in pain. His eyes were extremely ferocious as he looked at Feng Ranhua angrily.

devil!

You are a devil!

Feng Ranhua's eyes swept across his body, admiring the masterpiece just now, then she raised her eyes, took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped her hands.

"It's my turn! I want to avenge my sister, my father, and my mother!"

The little girl had tears in her eyes as she stared at him sinisterly, with the cold knife in her hand moving closer and closer to his crotch.

knife?!

Each one is more hateful than the other, a devil! All of them are devils!

The fear of being controlled by the knife made Han Qianze shed tears of fear in an instant, and his whole body trembled like a sieve. He said in a shrill voice:

"Please... let me go... let me go..."

The air was as quiet as a chicken!

The little girl looked indifferent, ignoring his despair, gritted her teeth, and stabbed him with the knife!

In an instant, blood seeped through the fur trousers.

Enough!

Feng Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at the little girl with admiration.

Suddenly remembering that she still needed to find the little book to clarify something, she activated her supernatural power and sent a voice message to her wrist:

"Little broken book!"

unmanned.

"Little broken book!!!"

Still no one.

"Fuck, they're in seclusion again at this critical moment!!!"

Feng Ranhua stopped shouting and looked at the luxurious decorations in the room in the moonlight. His eyes rolled and he came up with an idea.

A golden toad incense burner? Gold-inlaid jade beads? A jade flute? A box of jade pendants? A jade crown, a gold crown, a silver crown? All of them were collected with a wave of his hand!

Clothes? Oh, they smell like animals, she doesn't care about them.

On second thought, they are all gorgeous clothes, it is worth selling them for silver. Take it!

A set of porcelain cups, a beauty vase, brand new books, and four treasures of the study... I got them!

She glanced over and saw that the two people inside were still scaring Han Qianze. While they were not paying attention, she put all the mahogany table and eight-immortal chairs in the outer room into the small broken book space.

After collecting a lot of stuff, the two finally came out.

Bai Qi narrowed his eyes as he walked out of the room. He always felt that the room was missing something. It was as if the room was full when he just came in, so why was it empty when he came out?

Where's the chair?

What about the table?

He remembered that there was an antique display shelf on the right wall, which was filled with jewels and jades. How come it disappeared?

Is he seeing things?

"Go away, you rascal." Feng Ranhua glanced at the dazed Bai Qi.

"Oh, I'm looking at the house. Was the house empty when we came?" Bai Qi touched his head and asked in confusion.

"It's none of your business how that beast arranges things."

Feng Ranhua, who was walking in front with her hands behind her back, curled the corners of her mouth and said, "Of course it was me who was robbing."

Only Han Qian was left in the inner room, curled up on the ground in pain, unable to even scream, his greasy face twisted into a deformed state.

Half an hour later, in the main courtyard.

"Master, something bad has happened!" the steward shouted outside the door.

Mr. Han was just about to celebrate his second success... but his mood was interrupted by loud shouting outside the door.

With a gloomy face and wearing a coat, he opened the door: "What are you shouting about? Are there any rules?"

"Young...Master, someone stabbed you down there!" The steward answered, his breath still unsteady, while holding onto a large vat in the main courtyard.

under?

Is it what he thought it was?

"Qian'er!"

Master Han was startled suddenly, staggered, and fell to the ground.

"Ah! Master?" Aunt Yu was wearing her clothes without fastening them tightly.

The steward outside the door looked at Aunt Yu's skin as white as snow, and his expression froze, before he could look away.

"Ah! Master, be careful."

Aunt Yu helped Master Han up and was about to stand up when Master Han fell down again with a pale face, pulling Aunt Yu's half-tied thin shirt off with him.

The housekeeper and the two servants who followed behind were all staring with wide eyes!

The two servants turned around immediately in fear, not daring to look inside.

Only the butler's eyes gradually showed lust after his initial stunned look.

Aunt Yu was surprised to find that her thin shirt was torn. She hurriedly pulled on her silk shirt, but her arms slipped out of the shirt and she could only barely wrap her delicate body.

This series of actions made the butler bleed from his nose. Back then, Aunt Yu was famous for her tricks in the brothel, and he had even thought about trying her tricks.

Aunt Yu felt the scorching gaze and raised her eyes with spring in them. She saw the butler's eyes were wide open and seemed to be glued to the place protected by her hands.

man!

She understands.

Aunt Yu pinched her clothes tightly, raised the corners of her delicate lips, smiled tenderly at the housekeeper, then turned her head and cried while supporting the master.

It was just a brief touch, like a bolt of lightning striking the earth.

"Butler Yu, I can't help the master, please come in and give him a hand." Aunt Yu shouted with her head down.

The butler narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart. He walked into the house and helped the master up, his hand still vaguely approaching.

Aunt Yu glanced at him with a smile in her eyes!

Aunt Yu was originally from a brothel. She was just about to start a second romance with the master, but it ended before it even started.

What does it have to do with her if the eldest young master gets into trouble? Besides, the lady has always looked down on her.

Master Han was so immersed in the fact that his son's heirloom was stabbed by someone that he did not come to his senses for a long time and did not notice at all what his concubine and loyal subordinates were doing behind his back.

Wait until the two servants helped the master to the eldest young master's yard.

From inside the house came Mrs. Han's hysterical scream:

"Qian'er! My Qian'er!"

"Who is it? I'm going to kill him!"

Master Han came to the bed tremblingly. Qian'er closed his eyes tightly, as if he was lifeless.

The palace doctor was taking the eldest young master's pulse. Seeing the master coming over, he did not dare to neglect him: "The eldest young master is seriously injured. We need to ask the lady of Yuchun Hall to come and see him."

"Where...is he injured?" Master Han asked in a slightly hoarse voice, hoping for a lucky break.