shock!After the abandoned concubine cheated on God of War, she just wanted to farm

Chapter 102 Finding Clues

Back in the house, Feng Ranhua looked angry, stepped on the board with his right leg, raised his knee, put his right hand on his knee, picked up a bowl of lotus seed soup, and drank it down in one gulp.

The very winking little mud quickly poured another porcelain bowl.

Feng Ranhua drank a bowl of ice slag, rested half of his anger, stretched his waist, and his eyes fell on the lotus seed soup.

The white lotus seeds float in the brown sugar-colored soup, which is sweet but not greasy. It is even more silky and moisturising the throat after being chilled.

She turned her beautiful eyes and arranged:
"Little Niba, tell Bai Qi to put up a sign at the gate of our small courtyard: Dogs and those surnamed Han are not allowed to enter."

Little Niba blinked with a cute face, she didn't dare, and said timidly: "Sister Feng, is this really the case?"

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes, seeing how ruthless she was when she cut off the root of that idiot's heir with a knife in her hand, how ruthless she was.

How to treat King Han like a cat seeing a mouse.

"Can he eat you? He's saying, let Bai Qi be afraid?" Feng Ranhua.

"Sister, what do you want me to do?" Bai Qi walked in, her eyes still red.

Feng Ranhua blinked her eyes, she could hear what Han scumbag said to him clearly, where did the poor bastard squat and cry?

Little Mud weakly repeated what Sister Feng had told her.

Bai Qihu's body trembled suddenly, as if it had been spattered with chicken blood!
Having just been ridiculed by Han Wang, he fell behind, just in time to win a round, he raised his fist:

"Sister, leave it to me, it must be done before dark!"

The sign was set up, but within a quarter of an hour, even the dead body could not be found.

Bai Qi got into a fight with Han Wang's personal guards, angrily wrote a 20 yuan sign overnight, and planned to put up the sign in the morning, noon and evening.

Dawn the next day.

The sky is white, and the wind-dyed painting pushes open the window, and the rolling green mountains greet the eyes. The sun shines through the window, and the mottled flower shadows fall on the clear bamboo table. The shadows are very elegant.

It was the time when the chickens were dancing, and there was the crisp sound of dancing swords in the yard.

"You brat spent a whole night with Han's scumbag's personal guards, but he still insisted on waking up early and practicing in the morning. No wonder his martial arts are so advanced." Feng Ranhua muttered.

After getting dressed, she walked out of the room with lazy steps. She couldn't breathe for three breaths, and her beautiful eyes met Han Scumbag's affectionate and loving eyes.

what the hell!

"Are you a ghost? The ghost lingers."

"Illiterate? What's written on the sign? Want me to read it to you?!"

Feng Ranhua asked three times in a row.

Han Jinyan on the west side of the courtyard wall put away the long sword dancing in his hand, and sighed silently.

Take another deep breath...

call.

When he walked up to the painting, he raised a cheerful smile and said:
"Hua'er, what do you want for breakfast? I have prepared steamed stuffed buns with chicken sauce, meat porridge, jade green onion noodles, and golden egg hanging jade soup noodles, all of which are your favorites."

Lovely eyes can drown people.

The majestic god of war, commanding an army of [-], spends his time here and hums a woman.

Feng Ranhua couldn't tell what was wrong in his heart, so he couldn't help but frowned and said:

"Go and do your official business, and sneak into my yard if you have nothing to do."

He knew that Hua'er was hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

"Well, I'll go to the county seat after breakfast with Xiaojier and Xiaolinger." Han Jinyan said softly.

Hmph, Feng Ranhua snorted coldly with her hands behind her back, she just respects the strong, not tolerance for dogs leading men.

The dinner table.

Aunt He came over with Xiao Ling'er in her arms. She likes places that are lively and have many lovers.

The little man looked around with his nimble eyes, a pair of little fox eyes saw Han Jinyan at a glance, waving his small white lotus hands, and he said ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss

Wind dyeing painting: ...

The little man fell into Han Jinyan's arms, and the little nanny skillfully grasped the jade button on Han Jinyan's robe, giggling non-stop.

Fengranhua: I just met yesterday, so I recognize it?
Could it be that her little girl also loves to look at beauties.

Feng Ranhua was chewing on a bowl of noodles mixed with green onion, and from time to time served a mouthful of meat porridge, his eyes were not idle, and he glanced at Han Jinyan who was opposite him from the corner of his eye.

Han Jinyan hugged the little Yuxue in his arms, picked up the steamed stuffed bun with chicken sauce, and put it into his mouth slowly.

The noble son cultivated by a century-old family has elegance and nobility engraved in his bones.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on his right thumb holding the chopsticks. The bony middle finger was clearly fairer than the other fingers, and the imprints on it should have pink tiger fingers.

For example, Cang Xuan's black bird tiger finger.

"King Han also has the habit of wearing Danmei tiger fingers?" Feng Ranhua took a sip of meat soup and porridge, and said lightly.

"I have an in-screen lover named Cang Xuan, and the King of Han has also heard of it. He also likes to wear single roses and tiger fingers."

Introduced lover?

What are the words of tigers and wolves that the lady is talking about!
Aunt He: "..."

Everyone: "…………"

Han Jinyan's heart tightened suddenly, Hua'er was very intelligent, if she caught a little clue, she would not let it go, now it seems that she has been suspicious for a long time.

But after a breath, he didn't panic at all, and his face was not red and his heart was beating when he lied:

"Hua'er is naughty, Mr. Cangxuan and Hua'er are in love with you, but just polite."

As he spoke, he shook his right hand slightly:
"Mine is a rose jade finger, which was passed down to me by my grandfather. When I was young, I jumped skin and broke the mouth, leaving a round point imprint."

"Where's the jade plate finger? Bring it." Feng Ranhua stared into his eyes, but his smile became more mocking.

Han Jinyan pretended to rummage through his sleeve pockets, but to no avail, he glanced at the painting casually, took another piece of golden egg, and said calmly:

"Xu is left in the study room of the military camp. If you like the painting, I will arrange for someone to deliver it."

Mr. Cangxuan? ! ! !
"Ha ha."

Feng Ranhua sneered, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, only the chill came out from his bones.

The air was slightly stiff and the atmosphere was weird.

Anyone who is familiar with wind-dyed paintings knows that this is the prelude to the madness.

Everyone speeded up the speed of eating breakfast, one by one away from the battlefield.

Seeing everyone dispersed, even Xiao Ling'er was carried away by Qing Ling.

Facing Hua'er's violent storm, Han Jinyan forced himself to remain calm, and said aggrievedly:

"Hua'er, you like the black bird and tiger finger, I'll find it for you? What kind of style does Hua'er like?"

Seeing his innocent virtue, Feng Ranhua's expression became even more mocking.

Feng Ranhua rubbed the Xuanniao Token that he took out from the torn book, not knowing whether he was looking forward to it or fearing something, whether he didn't take it out.

Feng Ranhua said indifferently:

"Then trouble King Han to find one in the shape of a black bird, and make it ten or eight roses, and the price is easy to say."

Unexpected torrential rain and strong winds and the questioning of the teacher.

For a moment, Han Jinyan's breath was suffocated, and he was indescribably disappointed.

Feng Ranhua took a fixed look at him, took his usual arrogant and domineering steps, and swaggered away.

Han Jinyan was left alone, dejected.

When he left, there was a little bit of embarrassment and discouragement in his back.

Feng Ranhua stood in front of the window of the inner room with Xiao Ji'er in his arms, staring intently at the distant figure, without saying a word.

　Me (crying face): Woohoo...I got stuck until my head went bald.

　　Xiao Ling'er stretched out her white and soft lotus root hand, and rubbed it together: Don't cry, don't cry, I'll give you candy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)