Chapter 308: The Cold Prince's Brother Killed the Quartet 3
Chapter 308 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 3
Wan Fan touched Fu Chen's head, her forehead was still very hot.
Next, whether she can survive or not depends entirely on her.
The children in the cold palace who survive are all destined to do so.
Wanchang didn't feel that he needed to do anything else.
He put Fuchen on the bed and waited for her fever to subside or for her to die.
Sitting on the threshold of the empty wooden house, looking at the weeds stained by the rain all night.
After heavy rain, there is more muddy water in the soil on the ground. The leaves of the weeds are also covered with rainwater.
Even if you wear it, your clothes will get wet.
Wan Fan sat at the door and thought for a moment, then got up and slipped out again.
This time, he stole a piece of pigeon soup, which might be the food of some princess.
Wan Fan was holding a hot pottery bowl and was hit on the head by a shoe. His head was pressed down. Without any hesitation, he jumped into the forest and disappeared.
After hiding in the mountains for a long time, I felt that the pottery bowl in my arms was losing its heat, so I went back with the bowl in my arms.
Walking back from the main entrance, he saw the door suddenly opened. Wan Fan immediately ducked to the fork in the road.
"Well! Let me see if you can come back and sleep tonight!"
Wanchang's heart was pounding.
Will the floating dust in the house be discovered?
Were they captured and used as hostages?
He still fell to death.
Wanjian lowered his head and looked at the poisonous pigeon soup, knowing that this soup must have wasted a lot of hard work on that toad (the chef, the right side of his face was scalded, with large scars bulging out, like a toad).
"It's such a lousy place, maybe I won't come back!" Someone came out of the house, holding a package in his hand.
Wan Fan's eyes immediately turned cold.
He picked up the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He chewed up the pigeon bones and swallowed them together.
The two of them went out together.
"The wizard said he's going down again tonight, so hurry back."
Wanchang followed quietly.
The cook quickly left the palace.
The maids and attendants in the palace can enter and exit the palace freely.
Many palace residents have homes outside the palace. They go to the palace early in the morning to work and go back to sleep at night.
As long as you have a sign to prove your identity, you can go out from the palace gate easily.
The name is engraved on the plate and there is a palace seal on the back.
Wan Fan took out the "Fuchen" sign from his pocket, turned out the back, and confirmed that there was a mark on it.
Wan Fan grabbed a handful of ash from the wall and smeared it on his face. He took out the sign and handed it to the doorman.
Many people know that there is a prince in the cold palace, but not many people pay attention to what this prince looks like.
Wan Fan chased the person in front of him with his eyes, grabbed the wooden sign and left.
He is already quite tall.
The shorter one is only about his height.
Wan Fan grabbed the wooden sign and followed the man holding the bundle all the way to the village outside the city.
This is a self-built house, a stone house made of stones and soil.
Wan Fan climbed up the tree and stared at the house.
It was night and it started to rain.
There was no sound of the baby crying in the house.
Wan Fan touched the wooden sign in his hand and stroked the lines of the "Floating Dust" ravine with his fingers.
His eyes were deep, without light or shadow.
The rain was heavy and pattering, blurring my vision.
Rain and fog rose, already covering the sight.
The sky was as pale as a soaked dead fish.
Wan Fan climbed down and walked in the heavy rain.
The rain slanted and wet the clothes. The thin clothes clung to the body, revealing a strong body.
Everyone's houses are pretty much the same.
The side with the chimney is the kitchen, and the opposite side is the bed.
Wan Fan walked towards the wall next to the bed.
Stare at this wall.
The stone wall has been eroded by rain, and the soil has fallen off somewhat. But it has not completely fallen off.
There is a chipped area in the middle.
Wan Fan took two steps on his hind legs and suddenly rushed forward with force. There was a low muffled sound, and the stone wall fell down.
"Pitter patter".
The sound of rain was noisy, and the dull sound was covered in the sound of rain.
"Ah." Someone said under the stone.
Rough male voice.
Wan Fan picked up the big stone on the ground, lifted it up, and hit it "dong dong dong" at the source of the sound.
Bright red blood seeped from the cracks in the collapsed stone.
"Pitter patter".
The heavy rain continues.
Wan Fan dragged his body through the rain and returned to the palace. His eyes were like the sky at this moment, only white, and the rumbling sound was scary, but he didn't know where it came from.
At the crossroads, there was a flash of red in my sight.
Wan Fan turned around leisurely and looked at the red flagpole standing in the sky.
That's where wizards live.
Chaste person.
For a child who died just after contact with him, Wan Fan was not too sad.
It's just this name that always reminds him of himself.
When he dies, who will avenge him? Bury him?
Wan Fan stared at the red flag, half paid, and moved away.
He needs to go back.
The "book" he hid is still in the cold palace.
He cannot be exposed yet.
If you want revenge, only yourself is the most important.
He took the sign and entered the palace. When he walked to his cold palace, "Ah--" a faint sound was caught in the sound of rain.
Wan Fan immediately retracted his hand that pushed the door, and took a step back to keep his distance.
There's a ghost!
Wan Fan stared at the door.
"Crash--" This is the sound of the violent rain.
"Woo--" This is a draft.
There was a subtle "ah~" sound in the whine, which was sensitively captured.
This is a ghost sound.
"Bang!" The sound of "woo" was suddenly interrupted.
Wan Fan was so shocked that his whole body was shaken and his scalp was numb.
This is a kid making trouble!
The heavy rain hit my face hard and I could hardly open my eyes.
Wan Fan stared at the door, not daring to go in. But he had no place to stay.
The slopes in the woods are not safe.
The cave that can accommodate people is deep and has to cross a river.
The creek must have swelled at this time, making it unsuitable for trekking.
Wan Fan pursed his lips, walked over, and slowly pushed the door open with his hand.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise inside the house.
Wan Fan shivered in fright and immediately retracted his hand.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The noises came one after another.
When Wan Fan heard this, he seemed a little familiar. He opened the door nervously.
I saw the door of the back room swinging continuously under the influence of the wind.
The room was dark, like the gaping mouth of a ghost.
"Ah~" The ghost voice is still there.
This ghostly sound is similar to last night...
Wan Fan seemed to understand, rushed into the house, strode skillfully across the pit in the house, and ran to the bed.
The child was naked and crying on the bed.
"Ah~" the sound came from the child's mouth.
Wan Fan stared at the child with wide eyes.
Not dead?
Wan Fan picked up Fu Chen, Fu Chen's little cotton quilt was gone, and his body was still burning hot at this moment.
I don’t know if the fever went down and came back again, or if it’s still burning.
Wan Fan stuffed his index finger into Fu Chen's mouth. Fu Chen immediately shut up, bit his finger and sucked.
Hungry.
Wan Fan put Fu Chen down and wrapped him in a quilt. He took a bowl on the table and went to catch the rainwater outside the house. He held it and ran back to Fu Chen to drink.
Fuchen moved his little mouth, biting the bowl and kept drinking water. Half of the bowl of water was completely gone.
This is thirsty.
Wan Fan lay on the ground and skillfully picked up a stone on the ground to reveal the pine nuts underneath.
This is the food he picked up in the mountains.
Sometimes I can get through the winter by relying on these.
The stones are almost the same as the pits. It is also to prevent rats from eating.
It's raining heavily and it's night time, so there won't be any food left in the kitchen.
The chaff peels off the pine nut shells, chews them and spits out the mud, then holds it between fingers and feeds it to the floating dust.
Fuchen opened his mouth and ate.
Seems to be well maintained.
Wan Fan stared at this child. He unexpectedly came back to life, and suddenly felt something in his heart.
