Chapter 310: The Cold Prince's Brother Killed the Quartet 5
Chapter 310 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 5
Wan Fan was solemn, put the food in his bag, and began to investigate.
The neighborhood is very empty, almost all abandoned houses.
Wan Fan went from room to room, gradually approaching the harem.
This is where the princesses lived.
"Haha." Walking on the road, a child's laughter was caught by Wan Fan.
Wan Fan looked at the yard next to him.
"Be good, eat slowly." A woman's voice soon came from the yard.
Wan Fan slowly walked to the door of the courtyard and looked through the gap to see a figure moving in the house.
"Haha."
Wan Fan confirmed that this was the sound of Fu Chen.
This is the concubine's courtyard closest to the Leng Palace, Concubine Qi's courtyard.
Concubine Qi is almost like an abandoned concubine. She is twenty years old and has not given birth to a child. She is ignored by the king.
Without children, the life in the harem is second only to the cold palace. The food and clothing are at the bottom, so it will not be much better. It will not starve to death.
Wan Fan quietly walked over and hid behind the big tree in the yard. From the slightly opened window, he saw Concubine Qi feeding Fu Chen with something like a pastry.
Wan Fan stared closely.
He quietly walked around to the back window.
The windows were made of cloth. Ordinary cotton and linen were not very good, but compared with the airy and cold palace, they were very good.
He pulled down the curtain and slapped the window hard to create a strong wind effect.
The cat lowered his body and quietly walked around to the door.
The woman who was playing with her children in the house heard the noise and felt the cold wind blowing into the house. She immediately put down the cake in her hand and went to the other side to check the situation.
Wan Fan immediately opened the window here, turned over and entered the house, picking up Fu Chen.
I heard movement over there, "Who?"
Seeing this, Wan Fan opened the window, rolled out of the house with Fu Chen in his arms, and ran away. He did not forget to notice a small piece of clothing in the house before leaving.
Concubine Qi rushed over and saw someone jumping out of the window with a child in his arms. She rushed over and opened the door. Strong wind rushed in. When she squinted, she saw the figure disappearing from the door.
After being stunned for a while, there was no response, so he closed the door.
Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen and ran all the way, making sure that no one was following him. He stopped when he turned at an intersection ahead.
Wan Fan looked back and saw that no one was following him.
But his feet are very obvious.
I subconsciously ran in this direction.
And here, only he lives.
Wan Fan was discouraged and knew that he had made a mistake.
Even if he ran towards the harem, his feet were not removed when he came.
At this time, as long as Concubine Qi comes out and takes a look, she will know where Fuchen comes from and who took her away.
Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen and walked back slowly.
"Ah ah ah." Fuchen raised the object in his hand and gestured at him.
It's a piece of rice cake.
Wan Fan took out the jujube cake in his arms and gave it to her, replacing it with rice cake.
But Fuchen held on to the rice cake and refused to let go.
Wanchang didn't care and ate the better jujube cake.
Fuchen worked hard to grab the cakes and eat by himself.
Choking, Wan Fan grabbed the clean white snow on the ground and fed it to her.
The two of them sat on the steps and looked at the white snow outside.
During the day, it may be warmer outside than inside.
Wan Fan silently practiced calligraphy on the ground.
He has always had a revenge mentality.
We also know that writing is the channel for upper-class people.
Only by mastering words,
Wan Fan stole a packet of salt and a packet of sugar. Snow sprinkled with sugar or salt and made a drink.
Wan Fan would read books. He would hide in the back of the bookstore and listen to his father and son's lectures.
Writing is the way of communication for nobles.
If you don't know how to read, write, read, and be wise, you will be easily excluded.
In addition to the problem of hunger, Wanchang will also work hard to collect anything containing words every day.
During spring and summer when Master was in class, he would quietly hide near the academy and listen to the class quietly.
He also steals bamboo slips.
But the characters on the bamboo slips are very limited, and one person needs four or five bamboo slips in class.
The master's study was full of stacked bamboo slips, with five shelves crammed full of them.
But he didn't know the words.
He got to know the names from the craftsmen's artifacts, such as "Big Bear", "Fierce Dog", "Wolf", "Big Tiger"... The people at the bottom chose names and loved to express their life expectations on their favorite animals.
Strong as a bear.
As fierce as a dog.
As smart as a wolf.
As fierce as a tiger.
He learned some ways to write about animals.
He also heard people's curses on him, "dust, chaff, and rubbish."
He saw his name among the cursed dolls that others begged for, "Wanchang."
I also found my own "chaff", "dust and chaff" in the letter.
Later, he stole some simple new word slips, and even guessed them, as well as the words in class, and he was able to get some tricks.
The word "floating dust" is a rare word that he recognizes.
I also know that the meaning is the same as myself, contemptuous and humble.
In winter, Wan Fan still hid behind the snow and listened to the lectures.
He put Fuchen in the cold palace. Water and cakes were placed next to him, within reach of Fuchen.
When he went back in the afternoon, Fuchen had a red cotton coat on him.
The cake next to him didn't move, but Fuchen didn't cry and slept quietly.
Wan Fan was stunned and walked to the door to look at the snow in front of the courtyard.
In some places, it's slightly uneven.
Wan Fan walked over and checked with his hands, and found that the softness of the snow was indeed different.
This guy, a little smarter than him, remembers to shovel the snow.
But as long as the clothes are there, they can't hide anything.
Unless... Wan Fan guessed, it was for outsiders to see.
Concubine Qi also didn't want outsiders to know about Fuchen's relationship with Leng Gong.
Wan Fan walked back and touched Fu Chen's clothes carefully. They were indeed cotton clothes, fairly thick, and there was nothing hidden inside. There was nothing else either.
Sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking.
Concubine Qi, the noble daughter of Qi State, was sent to marry her. She was cold-tempered, and the king was obsessed with her for half a month. When she was tired, she sent her to a corner of the harem.
Qi is a small country, and I live in seclusion and simplicity.
Not showing any aggression at the moment.
Wan Fan still went to the school to eavesdrop, but he hid the dust in a bamboo basket.
Estimating the time, Wan Fan went to fish out the dust from the bamboo basket and went to find firewood in the distance.
He had a pottery pot, boiled a pot of water with clean snow, scooped some out of the lid, sprinkled it with pine nut powder, stirred twice with peeled branches and chopsticks, let it cool for a while and fed it to the floating dust.
Wan Fan took out the dried fish from his pocket and threw it in, stirred it and boiled it to make fish soup.
The maggots in the dried fish are freeze-dried and floating in the water.
Pick up the chaff and feed it to the floating dust.
The floating dust bites when it opens.
The insects fed by this kind of food were very clean. Wanfan mashed the dried fish, cooked it into a paste, and ate it himself.
"Hmm, um." Fuchen stretched out his hand and made a weird sound.
Wan Fan immediately carried the person to a place farther away and helped him hold up his legs to pull the baby.
After pulling, pick up the leaves and wipe them.
"Hmm." Fuchen folded his arms and made a sound of discomfort.
Wan Fan lamented that luckily the dust would make a sound, otherwise it would be troublesome to do laundry every day.
Of course there is also time to pee.
When you don't hear anything at night, the dust can pee all over yourself.
The quilt immediately became cold at night.
At this time, Wan Fan could only use Fu Chen's cotton-padded clothes to block him.
The next day's floating dust can only be wrapped in cloth and made into rice dumplings.
The bedding and clothes were buried in the snow, rubbed hard twice, and then thrown into the yard to wait to dry.
During the day, Wan Fan went to the woods to collect firewood.
He still wears single clothes in winter. He is not afraid of the cold, and his body is always hot. Apart from being easily hungry, he has no major physical problems.
In the afternoon, I lit a fire to keep warm. I heated my quilts and cotton-padded clothes around the fire so that I could sleep again at night.
There can be seven or eight such busy days in a month.
Wan Fan was forced to sleep lightly at night, and when he heard the movement of dust, he would immediately take him out to urinate.
The two of them lived a rough life and survived the winter. When spring came, Fuchen had already grown teeth, and even if she was given a dry biscuit, she could chew it for a long time just to take a bite.
In order to survive, Wan Bran stole seeds and planted them in the yard.
After spring began, Wan Fan went to the woods to fish and look for new-born cubs.
The days were busy until the king sent someone to send a message, "Go to the main hall. The king will ask questions. It will be easy to answer."
Wan Fan saw the decent clothes, the material was very soft, and fox fur was added for sleeves.
Unfolded, it is a children's clothing. It is only the size of my thigh.
Looking at Fuchen, he was just using it as a quilt for her to sleep on.
