Song Liuhua was secretly surprised when she received Feng Ci's five hundred thousand spirit bis.
Putting aside the betrothal gift of one hundred thousand spirit stones, Feng Ci said he bought the house next door some time ago, but in fact he bought the houses of two families next door. Now he is looking for someone to convert them into a courtyard.
Song Liuhua bared her teeth.
Unexpectedly, the cheap man she picked up on the roadside turned out to be an invisible rich man.
This kind of treatment is only available to the female protagonist in the novel. In her previous life, the person she picked up would probably be a liar.
Song Liuhua happily put the Lingbi card into the space bracelet. Her fixed assets totaled 600,000 Lingbi. Even if she and Fengci couldn't get along in the future, she would still be a rich woman.
Picking up a piece of Lingguo Cake and taking a bite, the fragrance of the Lingguo overflowed. It was soft and glutinous and melted in your mouth. The taste was very good. Song Liuhua squinted her eyes in enjoyment.
Very pleasant.
After these few days of cultivation, her body was finally no longer weak, and the injuries left by her original owner were almost healed. She rarely had a good sleep that night.
In the early morning, Song Liuhua got up early.
Going hunting in Xihe Ridge will take at least ten and a half days. Accommodation and food will be arranged by Feng Ci. She must bring her own change of clothes.
Song Liuhua packed up a few sets of simple clothes and changed into a green, semi-old women's military uniform. She braided her long hair into two long braids and folded them down on her chest.
Her skin was white, tender and delicate, without even a single pore. Thinking that she was going hunting this time, there was no need to apply rouge and gouache.
When Feng Ci came, she was dipping a handkerchief in water and smearing it roughly on her plain little face.
Her skin is so delicate that with just a little bit of force, her face will turn red.
Feng Ci saw that she was washing her face as hard as washing the dishes with a rag, and she couldn't laugh or cry. She put the food box in her hand on the table and said, "Mama Yang has made spiritual rice porridge and spiritual fruit soup. You and my eldest brother will have breakfast first."
Ever since she tasted the spiritual fruit cake made by Grandma Yang last night, Song Liuhua had been dreaming about it. When she heard that she had done something else, she poured the face wash, shouted to her eldest brother, and sat down to enjoy it.
Feng Ci casually served her a bowl of spiritual rice porridge, "Mama Yang is very good at crafts. She usually helps with housework and cooking. If you like what she cooks, you can pick her up when the next door is renovated." .”
Song Liuhua swallowed the soft and fragrant spiritual rice porridge and nodded in agreement.
Outside the city wall.
There are dozens of huge flying boats docked on the flat ground.
Many people gathered here.
Men, women, old and young, carrying baskets and carrying baskets on their backs, gathered in groups, chattering and making it very lively.
The largest flying boat belongs to the Mercenary Guild. From the bottom, it looks like a huge thing, standing outside the city wall.
Ordinary people and various mercenary teams lined up to pay the boarding fee, and boarded the ship carrying baskets and baskets on their backs.
The rest are small and medium-sized flying boats from various major families, carrying their own clansmen.
When Song Liuhua, Feng Ci and Song Yuan arrived, all the spiritual masters of the Feng family had already arrived.
Feng Ci was wearing a neat black military uniform today, and his clear facial features made him look heroic. He waved his hand.
A small light-brown airship that could accommodate three to four hundred people appeared on the flat ground, and hundreds of people got on the airship in an orderly manner.
Song Liuhua noticed that there were several women at the tail of the team. They should be the alchemists and weapon refiners of the Feng family.
Board the flying boat.
Song Liuhua stood on the deck and took a rare look at the mountains, rivers and forests below. Strange beasts that had never been seen before flew above and roared. Occasionally, birds and beasts bumped into them. Before they could get close, they were shot down by the spirit sword controlled by the martial spirit master standing on the edge of the flying boat to defend them. This was much more interesting than flying in an airplane.
Feng Ci came up from behind and touched her cold little hands. A trace of worry flashed across his handsome face: "It will take half a day to reach Xihe Ridge. It's windy outside and you are weak. Go inside and rest for a while."
"All right."
She happened to be tired of looking at the scenery outside, so she obediently followed Feng Ci back to the room.
His room was the largest room on the entire flying boat. Song Liuhua looked at it curiously. It contained a bed, a desk, and two Taishi chairs. It was extremely simple.
Feng Ci took out a small basket of spiritual fruits from the space, several plates of spiritual fruit cakes made by Grandma Yang, a pot of spiritual fruit tea, and some snacks that girls like to eat, placed them on the table, and rubbed Song Liuhua's lips. Little Head said, "You should rest for a while. If you are hungry, please fill your stomach with some snacks."
Song Liuhua boldly hugged him and said, "Then go and do your work."
Feng Ci was stunned, turned around and smiled.
Feng Ci's bed was soft, with his unique refreshing breath. Song Liuhua threw herself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep soon.
At noon, the flying boat arrived at Xihe Ridge.
Feng Ci returned to the room and looked at his wife who was sleeping on the bed with a flushed face, a soft color flashed in her eyes. He gently pinched the soft flesh on her cheek and called her warmly, "Liuhua, get up, we are at Xihe Ridge."
Song Liuhua fell asleep in a daze, rubbed her red eyes, and said vaguely: "So fast?"
"Not too fast. We encountered more birds and beasts on the road today than usual, so we were delayed for half an hour."
Feng Ci took her coat, put it on her, and led her out of the flying boat.
Pointing to the valley in front, he said, "We will hunt in front later. If you are bored, you can walk around for a while. If you are tired, come and rest on the flying boat."
"There is a barrier on the flying boat. This is the boundary-breaking jade token." Feng Ci took out a dark jade token and hung it around Song Liuhua's neck.
"Feng Yi, Feng Qing, you two stay behind to protect your wife. If any situation arises, use the Spiritual Communication Stone to contact us."
"yes!"
As soon as Feng Ci finished speaking, two handsome young men walked out of the team.
"Everyone else, let's go." Feng Ci squeezed Song Liuhua's hand and led the team towards the mountains.
"Yes!" The majestic response echoed in the wild.
Song Liuhua watched Feng Ci's team disappear and looked up at Fengyi and Feng Qing.
Both of them are about sixteen or seventeen years old. Fengyi has a delicate baby face and a pair of cute dimples on his face. Feng Qing is relatively calm, with a handsome face that shows no expression, and has the potential for facial paralysis.
"What kind of cultivation level do you all have?"
"Third level." Feng Qing did not answer. Fengyi smiled and replied, "Feng Qing and I are both third level martial spirit masters."
"Oh, that's young and promising."
Song Liuhua could tell that the two of them might not be happy about the overqualified person acting as her bodyguard, and she wasn't angry either. She didn't care what they thought as long as it wasn't obvious in front of her.
Is it possible that they can't protect themselves when they encounter danger?
Many women and children, carrying baskets on their backs, have already begun to pick and plant, and everything that is edible, including wild vegetables or fruits, is shoveled into the baskets. Even the four or five-year-old children were quick with their hands and feet, spotting the wild vegetables, and their shovels moved very fast.
Song Liuhua stood there with two guards beside her, so she naturally became the talk of the town.
Several women gathered in a pile, their hands digging wild vegetables quickly, talking non-stop, and peeking here from time to time.
