Chapter 307: The Cold Prince's Brother Killed the Quartet 2
Chapter 307 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 2
"Ah——" the baby cried.
It was a bit more eerie in the cold and desolate night.
The boy even wondered if it was a ghost.
Tear open more strips of cloth and pull the child out of the bundled quilt.
The white body was shaking uneasily, and the baby's little head was crying with its eyes closed... The boy noticed below, the girl.
There was also a piece of bamboo that was taken away with the child.
The boy picked it up and engraved "Fuchen (Fuchen)" on it.
Dirt and chaff.
Dust and dirt, grain and chaff, humble and useless things.
The boy knew in his heart that this was probably an abandoned baby that some palace maid quietly discarded after giving birth to a child.
In this palace, there are always some children who are not expected to be born.
The boy's fingers groped for the "dusty" grooves on the wooden sign.
"Ah——" The baby is still crying.
The boy put the child back into the cotton cloth, walked out of the overgrown courtyard, opened the door with a "squeak" and entered the wooden house.
"Rumble", the dark night sky has the tendency of thunder and rain.
The children in the house rushed out of the house, ran into the grass, and rushed into the house holding cloth bags.
"Boom."
The sky is thundering.
The room was dark.
There was only a bed, a table with a corner missing, and a bench with half of its legs broken off.
The child carried Fuchen to the bed.
There was only one quilt on the bed, which was placed casually on it. At first glance, I could see the exposed wooden boards, which were brown and dull, with thorns visible to the naked eye.
Wan Fan put Fu Chen on the bed and wrapped him in a quilt.
The quilt is relatively large, but the cotton inside has been dragged away and bulged in one place.
Wanchang pulled the cotton balls, flattened them as much as possible, and wrapped them around himself.
The dusty cotton quilt is here, and it can be regarded as the most complete child.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Fuchen cried endlessly.
Wan Fan was wrapped in a quilt and looked at the child, and quietly put his index finger into Fu Chen's crying mouth.
The small mouth immediately senses the food and starts sucking it.
A delicate feeling comes from the index finger, a small force, a delicate feeling.
In the darkness, there was the sound of mice.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound shook the earth.
"Patter!" followed by the sound of rapid rain.
"Drip, drip, drip..." The sound of water dripping came from the corner of the room.
Wan Fan knew that water leaked three steps in front of the west window, one step along the back wall, one place to the left of the table, and the lower right corner of the bed.
"Woo--" the wind whimpered, moving freely through the dilapidated and empty house, howling like a ghost.
Wanchang took out his finger.
"Ah——" Fuchen started crying again.
The sound of crying covers the entire eardrum.
Wan Fan stared at the child in the package, his eyelids gradually trembling, then he slowly lowered his eyelids and fell asleep.
When he woke up in the morning, Wan Fan jumped out of bed and glanced at the ground. The bumpy land was filled with water.
Wan Fan put on his shoes, walked out of the house skillfully, and crawled out of the dog hole covered by weeds in the backyard.
This dog hole was originally just a broken hole under the wall.
Wanchang kept digging the soil and digging out the bottom.
Dig such a hole to hide people's eyes and ears.
Wan Fan quietly ran out and went to the kitchen skillfully.
The kitchen was busy, and Wan Fan squatted aside, waiting for the cooks to turn around. Wan Fan ran over and grabbed the steamed buns and a plate of braised pork.
There was no meat in the kitchen, and someone immediately chased me out, holding a wooden spoon and shouting, "Stop! You bastard! Stop!"
Wan Fan ran all the way, grabbing the braised pork and putting it in his mouth.
One bite at a time, one breath at a time, almost no need to swallow, just eat it.
"Pigs and dogs are raising rubbish! You have the ability to stop!"
Everyone knows that the kid in front is a prince.
A just and honest prince.
Everyone knows that he is an unpopular prince in the cold palace.
He is the prince who "destroyed his country and his species, killed his father and his mother" in the words of the wizard.
There is a forest in front.
Every time you enter the woods and hide in there, the people behind you won't be able to find it.
The chasing cook also knew this, so he slowed down his pace, took off his shoes, and threw them at the people in front of him.
Wan Fan jumped into the woods, and his shoes flew into the woods shortly after.
The cook rushed over, picked up the shoes in the grass, looked at the pine forest where no one was seen, and spat, "Eat, eat, eat! Eat shit! Bah!"
Wan Fan squatted down the slope and devoured the meat, then bit into the steamed buns. He paused after taking the last bite.
He remembered that he had picked up a child, took out the half piece of steamed bun that was already stained with saliva in his mouth, put it on a plate and took it out.
He ran back to the cold palace and pushed open the house.
I saw a motionless child in a package on the bed.
The child closed his eyes tightly and his body was very hot.
Wan Fan patted his face and said, "Wake up."
The sound is a bit crisp.
He is a bit tall.
At the age of five, he was already over four feet tall (one meter four) and looked like a child of seven or eight years old.
The child did not respond.
"Fuchen." Wan Fan patted her face, "Wake up, wake up." -
There was no reaction on the dusty baby's face.
Wan Fan touched her head and knew she was sick. But he couldn't go to the witch doctor because the witch doctor didn't want to see him.
He also hates witch doctors.
It was the witch doctor who gave him the title of "destroying the king and the country, killing his father and his mother", and his father-in-law immediately drew his sword to kill him.
But as soon as he took action, the minister beside him, Zhu Liang, blocked him, "As the saying goes, a tiger will not eat its seeds if it is poisoned. If the king kills his own son, the people will inevitably make noises. If the righteous and virtuous people hear this, they may not be willing to come to our country. Now we are a big country.
During the game, we cannot allow them to take advantage of the situation."
Zhu Liang glanced at the child who did not cry even after he was born, "We can throw it into the cold palace. On the one hand, we can gain a reputation. This person has no father and no king, but we still raise him. It is because the king is kind and kind. On the one hand...
"Zhu Liang stared into the eyes of the current king Wanquan, "Of course someone will deal with him for us."
"Since he is not liked by the King, let's call him Wan Chan."
Without a father and a king, he is a beast.
Floating dust and chaff, ten thousand chaff.
He just pointed at his nose and said, this person is a beast.
Witch doctors, Wan Qi and Zhu Liang, are the names that Wan Nang remembers in his heart.
One day, he will get it back piece by piece.
Wan Fan touched Fu Chen's head and carried Fu Chen towards the woods.
Sometimes, when someone hurts him, Wan Nang will pick his own medicine.
I can probably recognize some of the wild vegetables and herbs in the forest.
It's almost autumn now.
There are wild chrysanthemums and forsythia in the deeper parts of the forest.
In fact, the safer thing is the mulberry leaves. But the mulberry trees are being watched by the palace maids, and now is the time to work, so it is impossible for him to steal them.
Wan Fan carried the man and searched all the way, and soon found chrysanthemums and forsythia.
He threw it into his mouth and chewed it up.
Raw chrysanthemum and forsythia are very bitter, but Wan bran has no sensation.
When I had nothing to eat, I ate everything. These were nothing.
Put small pieces of green and yellow pieces into Fuchen's little mouth.
Tiny lips, soft saliva, these feelings are too small.
It's just that it feels different.
In the past, Wan Fan had thought about raising a dog. The big one was very ferocious.
Now this abandoned puppy will definitely grow into a ferocious wolf.
Wan Fan walked to the stream, held it in his hand and fed Fu Chen's mouth with water.
"Ahem." Fuchen coughed, chewing with his mouth, and reacted.
Wan Fan dipped half of the steamed bun into the stream water and fed it to Fu Chen.
Fuchen bit the steamed bun, took a few small bites, and fell into a deep sleep.
The background of this story is a bit different. It belongs to a very early time. The fictional dynasty of hundreds of schools of thought. The era of cold weapons. But people are already very smart. Witch doctors have the right to speak. When human rights, royal power, and divine power collide with each other.
Well, in the ancient background, there will definitely be different historical things mixed in (it will not be the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties). During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States era, some ideas are very trendy even now. Some witchcraft traditions. Just treat it as entertainment (believe in science
, do not promote superstition).
As a reminder, the villain Wan Fan is very tall, more than two meters tall. He is a giant. He got sick when he was a child and took the wrong medicine. As a result, his physical development was premature. He also matured prematurely.
