The Wife of the Wealthy Family Is Fierce and Cute

The carriage continued on.

Feng Ling ate a piece of pastry and glanced at Wang, and then took another look, wondering if this person was really Yan's past life?

If it was the previous life, she would not know what happened in the next life, and she would not be her lover anymore.

Since he wasn't a lover, why did he kiss her yesterday?

She hasn't pushed him away yet!

The more Feng Ling thought about it, the more she couldn't eat anymore.

Wang had been sitting upright, but suddenly turned his head to look at her.

Feng Ling opened her mouth.

The next moment, Wang leaned towards her and stretched out his hand towards her cheek. When she subconsciously leaned back, he directly wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

"You have pastry crumbs on the corner of your mouth," Wang said.

Feng Ling: "..."

What was she trying to say just now?

How come I forgot all of them!

"Thirsty?"

Feng Ling subconsciously nodded.

The king opened the curtain and said to the people outside, "Water."

Then he reached out and brought in a jug of water for her.

Feng Ling took it and took a sip, and finally remembered what she wanted to say.

She immediately asked with a serious expression, "Do you believe in past and present lives?"

Wang looked at her with those deep eyes: "Believe it."

When Feng Ling heard this, she didn't know what to say.

It's impossible for her to ask him if he remembers the next life, right? Looking at his appearance, he has never experienced the next life.

Feng Ling suddenly had a headache.

I used that mirror before, and the mirror said that as long as you have the heart, you can find someone.

How can you be considerate?

Isn't she caring enough.

The more I think about it, the more lost I become.

Wang, who was sitting next to her, saw Feng Lan's distraught look, and immediately misunderstood her.

The tenderness in his eyes was quickly put away, and he reached out and pinched her chin, making her look at him.

"Ling'er, are you thinking about that man?"

Feng Ling looked at Wang who changed his face as soon as he said it, felt the pain in his chin, and frowned unconsciously.

Seeing her like this, Wang leaned over and was about to come over.

Feng Ling hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and warned him with those big eyes that seemed to be talking: If you dare to kiss me, I will get angry.

Wang looked into her eyes for a few seconds, a dim light flashed quickly in his eyes, then he relaxed the strength on his hand, rubbed his chin with his thumb which was reddened by his strength, and asked with distressed face: "Does it hurt?"

Feng Ling blushed because of these words.

I didn't think it before, but now as long as I stay with him, I can find that there are many shadows of Li Yan in him, or that Li Yan has the shadow of him.

At this moment the carriage stopped suddenly.

The voice of the commander of the guards came from outside the carriage: "King, all the officials and guards have gathered outside the city gate."

Wang let go of Fengling's chin, hummed, and said, "Let's go."

"yes."

The carriage continued on.

At this time, Feng Ling lifted the curtain beside her and glanced at the dark clouds in the west, and said, "There are still two incense sticks at most, and the heavy rain is coming."

Wang immediately said to the commander: "Lead two horses."

After a while, their carriage stopped.

Wang said to Feng Ling: "Let's ride over there."

Feng Ling nodded, and the two got out of the carriage, one of them rode a horse, and led a group of guards, high-ranking officials, and their guard family Ding to the west quickly.

After half a stick of incense, a large number of people went to the fields to the west.

Most of the dealers here are food for the imperial city. If they are flooded, it will bring great trouble to the imperial city.

When they arrived at the place, the farmers were already waiting on the ridge with their harvested belongings.

When they saw Wang and Feng Ling, they would kneel down and bow down.

Wang said, "No courtesy.

Then he said to the prime minister who came over: "Prime Minister Zuo, go and divide the fields of each family. You must collect all the grain before the end of the incense stick."

"Yes, king."

"Don't waste a single piece of grain, and don't mix it up. It belongs to whoever it belongs to."

"yes."

The prime minister immediately dispatched someone.

There are at least a few hundred acres of wheat land here, and the speed is astonishing to share a little with each official's family.

Wang and Fengling stood there watching everyone work.

Feng Ling glanced at the dark clouds that were getting heavier and lower, and said to Wang: "This rain should last for several days, and the grain must be dried after harvesting."

"Don't worry, farmers definitely have a way."

Feng Ling felt that this made sense, so she nodded and said nothing more.

When the grain harvest was about the same, the bean-sized raindrops finally fell.

Fortunately, they brought a lot of oil paper, and the rest can be covered with oil paper, and then pulled back immediately.

The rain was so heavy that oil-paper umbrellas couldn't cover it at all, and many people were drowned in an instant.

Feng Ling directly formed a barrier to protect her and Wang inside.

Seeing that all the food was taken back, everyone couldn't help but feel joy on their faces.

Feng Ling said: "Sure enough, there are many people and strength, so we don't have to worry about the food problem."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something was wrong.

Quickly asked: "Is there a reservoir above here?"

Wang nodded: "Yes, it was built in XX."

"not good."

As soon as Feng Ling's expression changed, she was about to ask Feng Feng to teleport her there.

Wang grabbed her wrist: "Take me with you."

Then he said to the commander next to him, "Take someone to the reservoir immediately."

After speaking, the figures of the two disappeared in place and appeared above the reservoir.

In the reservoir, a black dragon is playing and rolling in the reservoir.

"It turns out that you are doing the trick."

Hei Jiao stopped when he noticed that someone was coming. He looked at the two of them and wagged his tail at them.

The tumbling waves came directly at them.

Feng Ling held the Buddha in her hand and sent Julang Buddha back. She said to the king, "I'll go and deal with it."

After speaking, he pointed his toes and flew towards the surface of the water.

"Evil Jiao, how dare you come here to make trouble!"

"Roar!"

rumbling...

Feng Ling held a hand formula with her fingers, and threw a piece of talisman paper towards it.

The black dragon stirred the water in the reservoir again, and it was about to wash away the built dam. In addition, it was raining heavily now, and a large amount of water overflowed from the dam.

Seeing this situation, Feng Ling said loudly to Fenghuang: "Fenghuang, flame."

The phoenix flew in front of the black flood dragon, and spewed out a mouthful of flames.

Chu Luo threw out several thunder charms at the same time.

Rumble!

Rumble! !

Rumble! ! !

Seeing the Hei Jiao who was surrounded by flames and scorched quickly by the thunder, Feng Ling turned and returned to the shore.

It's just that before she had time to speak, Wang grabbed her wrist and jumped to the side.

Then, countless arrows shot at their feet.

"There are assassins."

As soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, dozens of masked men in black appeared in front of them and surrounded them.

It was still raining heavily at this time, and a group of black-clothed masked people wore bamboo hats on their heads.

Feng Ling and Wang were drenched.

Feng Ling didn't build a barrier anymore, and directly gave Wang a sword, she took out a whip, and the two of them started fighting with these men in black.

Wang's martial arts are very strong, and he took out two or three men in black with three or two moves.

Feng Ling was also very serious about dealing with these assassins, but she just did it, and found that it was no big deal for her.

No matter where she hits, Wang will come over soon and finish off the assassin in front of her.

Feng Ling was distracted for a moment, thinking whether she should stand aside and watch the excitement.

At this time, Wang Chao yelled: "Be careful."

Feng Ling felt the sword energy coming from behind, and was about to dodge, but her wrist was held at this moment, and then she was pulled to the side, Feng Ling turned her head quickly, just in time to see the point of the sword piercing Wang's arm .

As if she didn't feel it, Wang said to her, "Go to the side and stand."

Then he waved the sword in his hand towards the assassins with a murderous look all over his body.

Sword flowers fluttered, and with the torrential rain, Chu Luo could hardly see the figure in front of him clearly.

Standing there, she suddenly thought: Where are the people who protect the king? Why don't you come out?

And... why do assassins dare to come here?

Just when Feng Ling had a hundred thousand reasons in his mind, a group of Wang's guards finally appeared.

Feng Ling: "..."

Why does she have a weird feeling?

Although she felt strange in her heart, she immediately walked to Wang's side, watched the blood on his arm being washed away by the heavy rain as soon as it came out, and quickly set up a barrier on top of the two of them.

"You're hurt, let me see."

Wang held out his arm to show her.

Feng Ling hurriedly rolled up the hem of his clothes, and when it was above the wound, she said to him: "Press the sleeves so that they don't fall off."

Wang pressed his sleeves.

Feng Ling took a look at the wound. The wound was a bit deep, but it was not poisonous. She quickly took out a bottle of medicine from her body and applied it to him. Those who are sent must be strictly investigated."

Wang Chuimu looked at her and hummed.

Just when Feng Ling was about to withdraw his hand, he said, "As long as you're fine."