Chapter 311: The Cold Prince's Brother Killed the Quartet 6
Chapter 311 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 6
Wan Fan entered the hall wearing his unchanging black singlet. Because of his height, his ankles were exposed and he could only wear wooden clogs.
Fortunately, he is not afraid of the cold, but he is hungry.
Seeing everyone looking at him like a monster, Wan Fan's face turned gloomy, and he walked away with his back straightened. He almost didn't look at people's faces when he looked at them.
"This is the six-year-old eldest prince Wan Fan? Could it be that the king is looking for a slave to enslave me?"
A man in a blue robe spoke loudly in the center of the hall, his mannerisms and tone of voice were sharp. He had thick eyebrows and a long beard, a narrow face, and a thin build, less than five feet tall.
This person has high hair, and a circle is exposed in the bun, which is fixed on the head. The symbol is somewhat similar to the "6" on the clothes.
Legend has it that the Lu Kingdom believed in strange symbols, and their clothes and jewelry were all decorated with symbols.
This is an envoy from the mainland.
The Lu Kingdom and the Wan Kingdom are both big countries, with only the small country Qi in the middle.
The small territory of Qi State is almost the center of trade and military communication between the two countries.
The man sitting high in the hall has a golden crown on his head, a broad forehead and a square face, and his eyes are like pillars, staring at Wan Chao.
Wan Fan raised his head and looked at the man.
This is his father and the person who killed him.
He knelt down and worshiped, and raised his voice, "My little boy, Wanchang, pays homage to my father."
The king didn't move and stared at Wanchang for a long time before he let out a low "hmm", which sounded like an old cow mooing, low and dull.
Wan Fan stood up and looked at the man in front of him, "This must be the envoy from the State of Lu."
The man held his head high, straightened his waist, and said with a smile, "Exactly."
"The short figure is just like my child. He is indeed short." Wan Fan only glanced at him briefly and then turned away.
Very disgusting.
"Hmph." The messenger pointed at Wanchang and asked with a leisurely smile, "You say you are a great prince, but you are half-clothed and dirty. In this cold late spring, every farmer on the street has a cotton coat.
You are wearing only one piece of clothing. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are a beggar outside. What is the identity of the eldest prince? Are you talking nonsense!"
Wan Fan raised his eyes and took a deep look at the king on the high platform.
The king stared at him closely, with a majestic aura like a toad that was full of energy.
Wan Fan knew that if he answered anything wrong, he would be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs.
"Do you think I'm cold? Am I shaking?" Wanchang turned around and asked.
"My body is made of fire and I am not afraid of severe cold. Even in the cold winter of December 9th, I can wear just one piece of clothing." Wan Fan said.
He lowered his head and looked at his clothes, "Although this dress does not cover the body, it was sewn every thread by my mother herself. She raised silkworms, twined threads, and weaved them all. They were all made by my mother. Although there are stains, they are not complete.
But I don’t want to throw it away.”
This statement is to silence people with filial piety.
"Humph." The messenger didn't believe it at all, and leaned forward slightly with his backhand raised, "Since the prince is so sure of himself, he must have read a lot of books. I wonder what he has read?"
Wan Fan casually made nonsense, "The biographies of sages, the demeanor of a great country, and the doctrine of heaven." His imposing manner seemed very similar.
These are all powerful books, books that even the great king cannot claim to understand.
The messenger smiled and said unhurriedly, "I wonder how many sentences I can recite?"
Wan Fan looked coldly and said, "Who do you think you are, I have to recite it to you?"
The messenger was not angry either. He smiled and said educationally, "You are not a small person, and pretending is not a small thing. I think you are just pretending to be an elephant!"
Wan Fan snorted coldly and turned away.
The messenger said, "October is the time when You Xian enters the Academy of Sages. You Xian is admired by people all over the world. His thoughts can reach the heavens and travel to the bottom of the world. My brother is honored to teach with the Master.
Sir, I accidentally peeked into his thoughts from his letters, and I was shocked and cleansed my soul. But, given your ability, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get in even in the entrance exam.”
The messenger took his time and pointed out with a smile, "I'm afraid I can't even write my name. Haha."
Wanchang's face was expressionless.
The messenger bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the rumors I heard were wrong." He looked at Wan Fan and said, "At least the eldest prince is alive, which proves that the rumors are not entirely correct. Haha. I was wrong. I apologize." He bowed and said, "
If nothing happens, I will resign."
The envoy left in a swaggering manner, and the king said little during the whole process.
After the people left, the king spoke in a loud voice, "Have you read the book?"
Wanchang shook his head.
"Can you write?"
Wan Fan still shook his head.
"Then why do you say you know the biographies of sages?"
Wan Fan bowed and said, "I've heard of it, but I don't know."
The king was silent.
Wan Fan lowered his head and waited.
The envoy wants to see Wan Qi's (King) joke.
But they were all blocked by him.
Wan Qi held back his words. He wanted to know if he would be allowed to enroll in school, and he would have to learn the "grace of a great country".
The messenger lights the fire, and he sets up the air for the other party.
Now he can either fall to his death and lose the face of the king and the country, or he can climb to that height and save his face.
The king waved his hand, "You move to the harem garden."
Liyuan is the residence of the prince.
It is tantamount to restoring his status as a prince.
Wan Fan's face was expressionless, "Thank you, Father."
Turn around and go back.
This time, he not only ensured his own safety, status, and benefits by fighting against the enemy, but he also disgusted the other two.
King Wanqi must let him go to school, and it must be of the highest standard.
Queen Wanjia must knit a suit of clothes for him with her own hands.
Wan Fan took a deep breath and prepared to go back and pick up Fu Chen. Now that he has status, Fu Chen will have someone to take care of him. He will be treated like a prince, and Fu Chen will be treated like a princess.
Walking on the road, passing by Concubine Qi's yard, Concubine Qi suddenly opened the door and poured a basin of water at his feet.
Wan Fan jumped to avoid the attack and turned to look at her.
"The higher you stand, the faster you will die." Concubine Qi looked straight at Wan Fan, "It's not suitable to keep anyone around you."
This implies that he cannot keep Fuchen around.
He was originally on the edge, at the bottom. The king couldn't remember him, but he was still alive.
Now that he suddenly ascends to a high position, the king will definitely find a way to kill him as soon as possible.
A way to die that is not criticized by the world.
Wan Fan stared at Concubine Qi, gave her a cold look, and returned to her cold palace.
In the cold palace, the floating dust was still hidden in the bamboo basket. She learned to crawl. She could make sounds to drive away snakes and protect the seedlings.
He will also crawl into the bamboo basket and hide himself.
When he saw him coming back, Fuchen crawled out of the bamboo basket and screamed "Ah ah ah ah" very happily.
Wan Fan, who had always had a cold face, suddenly softened his expression and walked over.
"Ah!" Fuchen raised his hand, holding a black snake in his hand.
The black snake's abdomen is as thick as Fuchen's hand bone, and its body is a bit longer than Fuchen's.
The position of the hand is in the middle and upper part of the snake.
The snake's tail wrapped around Fuchen's entire right hand.
The snake's head could turn around and bite Fuchen's hand, but it didn't, it just swayed uncomfortably.
"Ah ah ah!" Fuchen smiled, showing off the snake.
Wan Fan quickly stepped forward, grabbed the black snake's head, and threw it out.
"Ah!" Fuchen stretched out his hand, wanting to grab it.
"Don't catch it!" Wan Fan warned.
Fuchen opened his eyes, looked at Wanchang, pursed his lips, and said, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The tears fell as soon as he said it.
