The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 70

Fuchen sat under the bed, with his head lying on the edge of the bed.

Wan Fan fell asleep quickly. He used powder to cover the bruises under his eyes. After wiping them off, he could see heavy bags under his eyes. It was probably because he had not slept properly for the past half month.

Fuchen stood up, found a servant to bring him some food, and asked some questions.

The palace people don't know, this is normal.

"But..." the manager hesitated.

Fuchen raised his hand, "Just tell me. If anything happens, I'll help you."

"The king has already killed many concubines." The steward raised his eyes and looked at Fu Chen.

The chopsticks in Fuchen's hand stopped.

The steward immediately knelt down and said urgently, "The king kept this matter secret, and basically only I and the guards who handled it knew about it."

How could it be hidden?

If a concubine dies, how big of a thing can be hidden?

They are all spies or interest groups sent by various countries, so how can they not interfere?

"How many died? Which one is the biggest?" Fuchen asked with a sinking heart.

The steward responded, "Eighteen of them died. The concubine Mei Fei sent by Jiang State was the first to die."

The dancing girl, the beauty Jiang Meier who looks forward to her glory.

Fuchen remembered this person and had seen her dance many times. She was really a delicate and charming flower, making people lovable.

One thing came to mind, "Yang Yiren... no, her name is Taohua now. How is she?"

She is Wan Fan's first love, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Subconsciously, the person most likely to be her sister-in-law is this heroic general woman.

"Concubine Tao has nothing to do. She was thrown into prison after sleeping with her." The manager evaded the important and took the easy.

Fuchen knew clearly that he definitely didn't know what happened in the palace. Wan Fan protected his personal privacy very well and would not expose his weaknesses, preferences, and temperament.

Yang Yiren's martial arts skills allowed him to escape Wan Fan's killing move, but he was also imprisoned by Wan Fan who regained his sanity.

This man must die because he knows Wan Fan’s secret.

But you can't die in his hands for no reason, as it will easily reveal Wan Nang's secret. You can only deal with it with another reason.

"When was Concubine Tao imprisoned?"

"Three days ago."

Fuchen nodded and asked the manager to step back. He ate by himself and thought about things.

After eating, I returned to the bedside and found a mattress to lean on.

When Wan Fan is restless, even if he falls asleep, the dust will not leave the house, so as to give him a sufficient sense of security.

She is there, always there, and the sense of security is never far away.

The floating dust lay on the floor to sleep.

He slept until night, and Wan Fan was still sleeping. When the dust started to rise, he lit a candle and looked through the bamboo slips on his desk.

There is constant friction between the forces of various countries.

There are constant troubles in the three cities that Jiang Guo took back.

There were voices opposing Wanchang from all over the country, and they continued to condemn and raise troops to visit, but they were all quickly suppressed.

The ministers expressed concern about Wanchang's health during this period and directly asked about the son's heir.

If I read more, I could find a few pieces of information asking about Fuchen's identity and how she became the beautiful princess.

There are also many flatterers who want money, want money to repair this, and want money to raise soldiers and horses.

Someone paid for it!

Casino Profit – Casino?!

Fu Chen took a closer look and saw that the bamboo slips only said that the 6-city home court now belongs to Wanguo. The profits of the casinos are getting bigger and bigger. They have continued to suppress and annex other casinos, and now they are almost the only one. The profit in the past six months has been two million silver.

Fuchen recalled his experience when he and Wan Fan went to Liu City. Where did he hide Qi's treasures? Where were those children transported?

It turns out that there is also a casino there. Bandits may not be enough to rob, and there are casinos to support them.

Fuchen looked at it leisurely and felt sleepy, so he went to lie down for a while.

Wan Fan slept for a long time, sleeping for ten hours. It was not until the afternoon of the next day that Wan Fan woke up and stretched himself. It was obvious to the naked eye that his energy level was different.

Fuchen waited for her to wake up, waved his hand and left.

"Let's eat together." Wan Fan was changing clothes behind the screen.

Fuchen pointed to the sky, "Brother, it's already afternoon. I've already eaten."

"Eat with me."

Fuchen didn't object, and sat at the dining table waiting for the food to be served, watching him continue to read the bamboo slips and learn about national affairs. This morning, two more loads of bamboo slips were delivered, and they were piled under the desk like two small tombs.

Although you want to have some privileges when you stand in a high position, you also need to pay a heavy price of time to maintain this power mechanism.

You can also choose to indulge, but the risks behind it are too high. Especially now, you may be killed at any time.

The servant brought a plate of melon and fruit snacks and placed it on the desk.

Wan Fan raised his head and glanced at Fu Chen.

Fuchen knew what he meant, sighed in his heart, and stepped forward as if accepting his fate.

Wan Fan can't open his mouth to coax people, but some small habits will make you feel that this is a step down. For example, now.

Fuchen knew very well that although he complained about Wan Nang, hated him, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, he could not ignore him.

She knows best how Wanchang grew up.

Fuchen was sitting at the desk, eating fruits and working with him as before.

Wan Fan glanced at the floating dust in the corner of the desk to confirm her presence, then lowered his head and continued to read the bamboo slips.

The desk is very quiet.

In the silence, there is a trace of the slow passage of time.

That's it, it's pretty good. Fuchen is cracking melon seeds seriously and doesn't have high requirements for anything else. Wanchang's survival is her last request.

At the dinner table, Wan Fan asked her, "Do the Wu people not marry?"

Fuchen raised his head and looked at him sideways, "Who can say?"

"The Wu clan itself requires purity, so there must be this rule." Wan Fan thought for a while and said.

Fuchen chuckled, "Brother, don't confuse the meaning of the words. Purity requires purity of mind, not physical imprisonment. Don't casually deprive the entire Wu clan of their right to marry because of me. Just say what you want to say."

Wan Fan didn't care about her tone and said calmly, "You are 13, and you are of age to discuss marriage."

"No idea." Fuchentou lay on the table.

"Well. I also hope that you will never marry and stay with me. I can always protect you."

Fuchen's eyes turned, and his gaze went straight to Wanchang, which was a little strange.

"Every father probably hopes to protect his daughter all the time." Wan Fan said seriously.

"Huh." Fuchen sneered, but couldn't help but grin.

After Wan Fan finished eating, Fu Chen got up and left.

She hadn't taken a shower for several days and felt uncomfortable. She washed herself, changed her clothes, and got up to go to the prison.

I knew in my heart: If she goes in with her front foot, she will die in the chaff with her back foot.

Yang Yiren can't keep him.

In the dark prison, Yang Yiren stared at Fuchen's figure and had a premonition in her heart.

"I won't survive tomorrow, right?" Yang Yiren said with a smile.

Fuchen stared at her without speaking.

After not seeing each other for half a month, Yang Yiren has fallen from a princess to a prisoner. Her hair is messy and her body is covered in dirt.

Yang Yiren smiled miserably, sitting on the wooden bed, her eyes wandering, "I knew the result would be like this."

Fuchen remained silent.

"I know what you want to ask." Yang Yiren turned her head and looked at Fuchen, "Your brother may like me, but I can't bear it."

His eyes fell to the ground, and he murmured in a low voice, "As early as five years ago, after we fell in love, he wanted to kill me."

"I was scared and ran away." Yang Yiren looked back at Fuchen, "If it weren't for you suddenly calling your brother, I wouldn't have had the chance to run away. I guess he wouldn't have told you about it. You wouldn't be able to remember it either.

But I remember what happened that day. I will remember it until I die."
To be continued...