Chapter 312 The cold prince's brother killed the Quartet 7
Chapter 312 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 7
"Don't cry." Wan Fan picked up Fu Chen and scolded him.
"Uh-huh!" Fuchen raised his head and cried louder.
"I won't care about you if you cry." Wan Fan threatened.
When Fuchen heard this, his eyes were dim with tears, and he raised his hand to say hello to Wanchang's face. "Pah," "pah," two small slaps, loud and clear.
Wan Fan stared at her.
Fuchen puffed up his face and glared angrily.
Wan Fan immediately put down Fu Chen, threw away his hands and left.
"ah!"
Fuchen, who was left sitting in the courtyard, cried even louder.
Fuchen's cries continued in the yard.
When Fuchen stopped crying, he crawled by himself, climbed to the door, looked out, and saw someone standing next to him, squatting there.
Hearing the noise, he immediately turned his head and looked to the other side.
"Ouch!" Fuchen shouted, still holding the threshold with his hand.
The chaff cannot move.
"Ouch!" Fuchen shouted again, crawling across the threshold and crawling to Wanchang's side.
He stood with his hands supporting Wanchang's body.
The chaff cannot move.
Fuchen gently patted Wan Fan's beaten face with his hand, leaned his head over and kissed him.
Wan Fan turned his head and stared at Fu Chen, "Are you still beating me?"
Fuchen stared at him and suddenly laughed to himself.
Wan Fan glanced at her and pretended to slap her forehead hard.
Fuchen was so scared that he closed his eyes, but still had a smile on his face.
In fact, only the fetal hair was photographed.
After all the anger had subsided, I picked up the floating dust and walked towards Liyuan.
He knew what Concubine Qi meant, and if he stayed away from him, Fu Chen could still end well.
At least, what Concubine Qi meant was that she was not Fuchen's mother, but she could adopt Fuchen and keep her alive.
But he didn't want to.
He hoped that if he died, there would be someone who would truly cry for him.
Before reaching the courtyard gate, the servant bent over to greet him and said, "Greetings to the prince."
Wan Fan nodded, pointed at Fu Chen and said, "This is my sister. You must treat her well."
The servant looked up at Fuchen and immediately bowed and said, "Yes."
As soon as they entered, Wanchang and Fuchen were arranged to take a bath.
The servant took a new small wooden bucket to bathe Fuchen, with a screen in the middle.
"Bring her here."
Concubine Qi's words made him a little worried.
The servant placed the small wooden basin of floating dust next to Wanchang.
Fuchen held his little head on his head and kept turning his head to look.
There are many things in the house and it is very bright.
Unlike the rooms in the cold palace, they are empty and ventilated. The light depends entirely on the sun.
Not a single candle.
Wan Fan sat in the hot water and looked around, feeling unreal.
Under the candlelight, the oil-brushed barrels seemed to glow.
He lowered his head and looked at the little girl Fuchen who had taken off her clothes. Fuchen's eyes were wide open and her mouth was open, still in a state of novelty and confusion.
It's real.
Wan Fan raised his hand, brought out the sound of water, and touched Fu Chen's head.
Fuchen raised his head and his eyes were even bigger.
Have a meal after taking a shower.
There are eight dishes and a bowl of rice on the table.
With such a meal, Wan Fan could not steal so much in one day even if he ate it and took it out.
Hunger came over me. I sat on my seat and started to fill my stomach.
Pick up the bowl and pick up vegetables like crazy.
"Add rice."
Almost the next moment.
"Add rice."
"Add rice."
The servants watched in amazement as the eldest prince Wan Fan ate bowl after bowl, and the dishes on the table disappeared one by one.
Ten bowls of rice and eight dishes.
"Cough~" This was the first time in Wanchang's life that he had burped.
Lost control.
After eating and drinking enough, sleeping in a quilt that is firm enough and not rolled into balls, I feel sleepy instantly.
Hold the floating dust and sleep peacefully all night.
The cock crows in the middle of the night, and suddenly someone stands beside the bed.
Wan Fan stood up suddenly and saw a short man with a vulgar smile on his face, "Prince, it's time to get up and study."
Wan Fan glanced at the whip in his hand. If he hadn't been alert, he would have been whipped.
"When is it time to study?" Wan Nang got up and put on his shoes and covered Fu Chen with a quilt.
"The king said that half way through the lesson, the cock crows."
It's really "kind".
Only slept for an hour and a half.
Where is the eagle?
Wan Fan glanced at him coldly, put on his clothes, thought about it, turned around, picked up Fu Chen and left together.
"There can't be any distractions." The man stared at Fuchen, his narrow eyes flashing with murderous intent.
Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen, leaned towards her, and said softly, "I have the final say whether we are distracted or not. She is not here so I am distracted. If something happens to her, you, as a person, will not be alive."
The man smiled, not taking his words to heart at all, "What did the prince say? I dare not disobey the king's order. The prince should throw this thing away——"
Before he finished speaking, the man's eyes suddenly widened. Blood spurted out in front of his eyes. After a while, he felt pain in his neck.
The person fell to the ground.
His eyes stared like a bullfrog.
A palace maid came over and when she saw the dead man, she raised her eyes and looked at Wan Fan in horror.
Wan Fan put away the knife, held Fu Chen with one hand, and picked up the whip from the man's hand.
The whip used to deal with him must be a good whip.
The palace maid made an uncontrollable "Uh-huh" sound from her throat, and stared in shock. Her whole body seemed to be straightened, her body couldn't help but lean back, but she didn't dare to move.
"Where are the books? Where are the father and son?" Wan Fan stared at the palace maid. She was like an ice sword, unable to look at her.
The palace maid's teeth were trembling as she pointed to the back room, "Here, there, there..."
Wan Fan entered the house and saw a table of bamboo slips.
There is nothing to pretend.
He rolled half of it with his hands and told the still trembling palace maid, "Take the letters inside and lead me the way."
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." The palace maid opened her mouth to respond, but could not close her mouth.
Very rigid.
Wan Fan walked forward quickly with the person in his arms. He took a look and saw that the palace maid was still where she was, seemingly unable to move.
Wan Fan was impatient and raised his foot.
The palace maid was kicked to the ground, and she seemed to be in shock. She jumped up, ran to the study, hugged the bamboo slips, and trotted forward to lead the way.
The movements are a lot smoother.
Fuchen was pressed by the bamboo slips and felt uncomfortable. "Uh-huh", his body kept twisting. The more he twisted, the more crowded he became.
"Don't move." A voice commanded.
Fuchen felt even more uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and said, "Uh-huh." He swung his legs and twisted, "Ah!" and started crying.
The feeling of being tied up and unable to move was too uncomfortable.
Wan Fan sighed, put down the bamboo slip, raised his feet, stuffed the person into his clothes, tightened his waist with the belt, and let Fu Chen lie on his chest to sleep.
Then slowly squat down, holding the bamboo slip with both hands, supporting the lower part without exerting any force on the left and right, so as not to be pressed by the floating dust.
There was no sense of oppression, Fu Chen was moved and relaxed, and his emotions gradually subsided. His whole body was hunched over, huddled in his clothes, and buried in his chest.
The place where Master teaches is called Anxin Building.
There are three floors.
When the father and son saw Wan Fan, their eyebrows furrowed and they commented, "It's so big, but it's still in chaos, like a rotten tree."
Wan Fan put down the bamboo slips and sat at the table. "What do you want to teach, sir? Let's get started."
Instruct the maid behind, "Prepare ten pounds of grain and a bowl of porridge."
The maid nodded.
"You haven't started class yet, so you can eat whatever you want! You don't want to make progress!" the teacher scolded!
Wan Fan was too lazy to argue and looked at the contents of the bamboo slips.
"Learn whichever one you get! I will teach you once and you will read along. Then copy it ten times! Do you understand?" asked the teacher.
