Chapter 1145: First Volume_Chapter 1145 Ice and Snow Outing

First Volume_Chapter 1145 Ice and Snow Outing

Three women make a play, let alone… eight women?!

Qin Feng pretended not to hear, focusing on his task, though he was internally conflicted.

Since returning to Jingdu, this little life of his has been unparalleled.

Liu Hongyan has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; though she scolds Qin Feng as an ungrateful traitor, she secretly wants to cradle him in her palms.

Describing it as "clothes handed to her, meals served to her" is not an exaggeration.

After the Spring Festival, Qin Feng will leave Jingdu.

He wanted to take all the women with him to Nan Jing, but upon reflection, he quashed that insane idea.

After all, the focus of this war revolves around Gusu City.

Put plainly, it's like fighting at someone else's doorstep, where the enemy holds absolute initiative—if they learn the location of Qin Feng's Jia Guan.

Added to that, Li Xiaolan and Jing Qianying's identities are too extraordinary; the enemy will spare no cost to launch a surprise attack on Qin Feng's Jia Guan.

Qin Feng absolutely cannot place his Jia Guan in danger.

Thus, separation is the only option—but… Li Xiaolan and Jing Qianying are both pregnant; if they go into labor and Qin Feng isn't by their side…

Leaving aside the two women's feelings, Qin Feng himself could never forgive himself.

Therefore, the only solution now is to end this swiftly.

Resolve the Nan Jing war before the two women give birth, and return in time.

But… how easy is that?

Just as Qin Feng felt helpless, a wailing cry suddenly caught his attention.

Qin Feng set down his simple meat skewers, stood up, and gazed toward the source of the sound.

He saw a group of people dozens of steps away from Hu Bian, doing something.

Soon, a thin figure broke free from the crowd and ran toward him.

Upon closer look, she seemed to be a girl of about ten or so.

But after running only a few steps, she was caught up, kicked down, and sprawled on the ground.

Qin Feng frowned slightly and gave Qin Xiaofu a glance.

Qin Xiaofu was like a worm in Qin Feng's belly—he needed no words to understand Qin Feng's intent and immediately stepped forward.

Not long after, when Qin Xiaofu returned, he let out a long sigh.

"Master, it's a local merchant who caught two thieves and is giving them a beating."

So that's it, Qin Feng immediately dismissed it and returned to roasting meat.

Qin Feng applied one hundred and twenty percent of his culinary skill, roasting the skewers until they sizzled, then placing them on a tray for servants to carry to the carriage.

The Princess of Qiyang teased with a smile.

"The mighty Qin Wang of Shedynasty has become a menial servant—if this got out, no one would believe it."

Xiao Xiangxiang placed the tray in the center of the carriage for the ladies and consorts to sample.

She shook her head helplessly: "Master has always been like this…"

"Born noble, yet whenever there's dirty or tiring work, he always does it himself, never letting others lift a finger."

"Sometimes, when the Maids can't bear to watch and try to help, Master drives them away."

"Master says, such coarse, tiring work should be done by men."

"Women have their own duties."

Hearing this, the Princess of Qiyang looked at Qin Feng with even greater interest.

Though she had known Qin Feng for a long time, their past conflicts meant she only knew his political acumen and free-spirited nature.

As for Qin Feng's private demeanor, she knew little.

Now, as the best sister of the Wangfei, she had the chance to travel with Qin Feng.

Seeing Qin Feng's everyday life, the Princess of Qiyang could only marvel.

In Heaven and Earth, perhaps only Qin Feng, this Wang, would bother to coddle women.

Though… others coddle women too, but this "coddling" is not that "coddling."

One truly wishes to hold women in his palms, fearing they might be hurt or bumped; the other merely treats women as playthings.

The Princess of Qiyang silently sighed—Xie Yun'er marrying Qin Feng was surely a blessing earned over three lifetimes.

Just then, the wailing cry came again from afar.

Li Xiaolan and Jing Qianying, due to their pregnancies, had become more emotionally sensitive than ever.

Hearing that jarring wail, the two women simultaneously leaned out of the carriage to look.

Li Xiaolan frowned slightly and whispered: "Feng'er, though those two thieves deserve a beating, it should be enough—no need to kill them, right?"

Jing Qianying also sighed softly: "Go send them away—just for the sake of peace?"

Since both beloved wives had spoken, Qin Feng naturally could no longer stand idly by—he tossed the skewers aside and walked over with Qin Xiaofu and Zhao Yulong.

As they drew nearer, Qin Feng saw clearly that the thieves being beaten were a brother and sister.

The girl looked about fifteen; the boy was a year or two older, but certainly under eighteen.

The siblings wore extremely thin clothing; especially the boy, who had no proper shoes, still wearing summer cloth slippers.

Even those slippers were torn, half his feet exposed, frozen purple and swollen.

The girl was slightly better off, but her small face was red from the cold.

At this point, the siblings were already rolling on the ground, beaten senseless—especially the boy, nearly unconscious.

Seeing this, Qin Feng frowned: "Enough."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man standing nearby, rubbing his nose, flew into a rage.

The man wore thick winter woolen clothing, clearly wealthy and powerful; seeing Qin Feng stand up for these two brats, he flew into a rage.

He let go of his hand, pointing to his swollen, reddened nose, cursing loudly.

"Look what this little beast has done!"

"I only meant to give him a few slaps and be done with it, but this bastard jumped up and punched me hard."

"If I don't beat this little beast to death today, I won't bear the surname Wang."

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

Recalling how the girl had burst from the crowd and fled in panic, Qin Feng immediately realized the boy had done this to cover for her escape.

To avoid upsetting the women, Qin Feng still took a tael of silver from his sleeve and handed it to the middle-aged merchant surnamed Wang.

"You're Master Wang, right? No matter what these two brats stole from you, five taels of silver should be enough, shouldn't it?"

"Let them go. It's freezing cold, and eking out a living isn't easy—why make things harder for them?"

Master Wang clearly had no shortage of money; he glanced at the silver in Qin Feng's hand and spat on the ground.

"What about my nose?"

"You want to stand up for these two little beasts? Fine! Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Five hundred taels of silver. Not a single copper coin less."

"If you can't produce this sum, stand aside and don't meddle in what doesn't concern you."