Chapter 313 The cold prince's brother killed the Quartet 8
Chapter 313 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 8
The first thing to learn is the twelfth month.
"One said: In the month of Meng Chun, the sun is in the camp, in the dusk, and in the end of the day. Its sun is A and B, its emperor is Tai Hao, its divine sentences are bright, its insect scales, its sound horns, its rhythm is too knotted, and its number
8. Its taste is sour, its smell is tangy, it is sacrificed to each household, and the spleen is sacrificed. The east wind thaws, the stinging insects begin to stir, the fish is on the ice, the otter sacrifices the fish, and waits for the wild geese to the north..."
The master read it loudly, and Wanchang pointed at the words and read them slowly one by one.
After five volumes, the master put down the book and said, "Let's do these first. You copy them first. If you don't understand, ask again."
Wan Fan didn't say anything. He picked up the prepared diabolo slips and a writing brush to copy.
He is not very good at using pens. He always gestures with branches, and his best hand gesture is that of holding chopsticks.
I used to eavesdrop outside the academy and had nowhere to watch the imitations.
Wan Fan grabbed the pen and copied quickly, thinking silently in his mind.
After listening to it only once, you have to read the font correctly. This mode is fine for Wan Fan. He has always been in the attitude of listening and learning.
It was still dark outside, and the candlelight illuminated the bamboo slips. Wan Nuan carefully copied and recited silently. The figure fell on the door and window.
Outside the study, the Master stared at Wan Fan with eyes like an eagle. He let out a "hum".
The Master was lying on the couch, looking at the stars in the sky, squinting his eyes and taking a nap.
I vaguely smelled the aroma of meat, and was extremely excited. I woke up and took a lazy nap. There was already white light in the sky, and the stars leaking out of the shadows of the trees showed that it was still early morning.
The master opened his eyes, not feeling sleepy, and stood up, looking for the source of the meat smell.
Just inside the house.
When he opened the room, the smell of meat hit his face, and he saw Wanchang holding a steak in each hand, half a piece of meat in one bite.
Two clicks and the steak was gone.
The master stared at it, but before he could react, he saw Wanchang grabbing another steak and chewing it.
There were five or six bones on the table, and three or four more.
The master hesitated whether he wanted a piece of it. But in the blink of an eye, one piece of steak was gone and there was an extra bone.
"Go and bring me a rack of beef," the master told the palace maid.
The maid bowed and said, "My lord, the beef is gone. Each palace can claim it according to time. The prince has no limit. The steaks are all here today."
The master turned his head and looked at the steak on the table again. There was another piece missing, "Boy, give me one."
Throw off your robe, sit down and grab some meat.
Wan Fan glanced at him, said nothing, and ate by himself.
"Ouch. Ouch." Suddenly there was a child's voice in the room.
The Master was eating the meat and turned his head, surprised that there was a girl behind Wan Cang.
The girl was holding a small bowl, and the cloth pocket was covered with porridge. At this moment, her little hands were patting the chaff to attract attention.
Wan Fan turned around and pinched the rice grains off the cloth bag for her.
The girl turned back and continued to drink porridge from the bowl.
Very well-behaved.
The master looked at it without saying a word. He just watched lightly.
After eating, the master looked at Wanchang's handwriting and said, "Tsk." At first glance, it looked neat, but at second glance, it looked very awkward.
Picking up the second bamboo slip, the front part was still neatly drawn one stroke at a time, and the continuous strokes began at the back.
The master picked up the bamboo slip at the back and now the writing was completely connected.
The strokes are completed in one go, forming a style of its own.
The writing is powerful and the pen is as sharp as a knife. It is really sharp.
"The prince's hand is strong enough."
Ten times. Completely written.
"Let's continue on. "In the month of mid-spring, the sun is in Kui, in the dusk arc, and in the morning star. The sun is A and B..."
At sunrise, six princes came to class one after another. They were all of the same age.
Several little princes stood outside the house and looked at the shadow inside the house. It was so big.
They heard about the beggar prince who ridiculed the foreign envoys. They also knew that the beggar must enter the Youxian Confucius Academy. They were also told that the man was like a horse, strong and tall, and should not be provoked easily.
Only use it in the dark.
"Where is the eldest prince?" shouted a sharp voice.
The little princes turned to look at the man. This man was the Chief Law Officer, specializing in discipline. He was an outstanding talent of the Legalist school. He was hired to the palace to take charge of the harem, arrest hundreds of officials, compile laws, and restrain all people.
This person's name is Ludong, whose courtesy name is Zhanyan.
Lu Chayan was five feet tall, but his aura was frightening. No one dared to act arrogantly in front of him. When the king was angry, this person also dared to criticize the king's misconduct in a righteous and stern manner.
The little princes took a few steps back to keep a safe distance.
Inside the house, Wan Fan heard the noise and opened the door. He glanced at Fu Chen, who had fallen asleep during the lecture, and looked at the palace maid.
The palace maid immediately stepped forward and hugged Fuchen.
Wan Fan put on his shoes and left the house.
Lu Chayan waved his hand, "You can kill this person?"
Everyone looked at the man on the ground. He was face up, with a pale face and wide eyes. There was a long gash on his neck, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
There was even a large amount of blood on his body.
This is probably what the ferocious face looks like.
The little princes looked at each other, their expressions not much better than the dead man on the ground. They turned their heads and vomited.
But they dare not leave.
There is a lesson in courage in the education of princes.
You can be afraid, but you cannot be timid.
Even if you can be timid, you can't show it.
Even if you show it, you must never back down.
If you step back, you will find yourself in an abyss.
The princes who didn't leave already regretted why they didn't leave earlier.
They raised their heads and looked at the 6-year-old eldest prince Wan Fan with wide eyes.
Wan Fan looked like a half-grown boy with a serious face and dark skin that looked harder than stone. He stared at Lu Chayan without saying a word.
Lu Chayan said loudly, "When a prince breaks the law, he is guilty of the same crime as the common people, but the punishment is different. You will represent all nations and enter the Academy of Sages, but that does not mean that you can do whatever you want."
Wave.
Eight people immediately appeared in the team.
Two people set up stools, two held whips, and four stood in front of Wan Fan.
The Master looked at the dead man several times, his eyes always staring at Wanchang.
Wan Fan had no expression on his face and stared straight at Lu Chayan.
Lu Chayan asked, "Does the eldest prince have anything to say?"
Wan Fan opened his mouth and asked calmly, "What should we do if civilians threaten the prince's life?"
Lu Cha said, "If there is no order from the king, and the common people threaten the prince, they should be killed. Not only should they be killed, but also the nine tribes should be killed."
His subtext is that this person is an inspector on orders.
What Wan Fan wants is to scare the servants who behaved recklessly against him through orders.
Now that he has climbed up, he doesn't want to be intimidated by the servants of the past.
Wan Fan walked down the steps and pointed at the dead man, "I can plead guilty, but his nine clans should also be killed."
Lu Cha replied: "The person is dead. Has anyone seen or proven it?"
Wan Fan stared at Lu Chayan without saying a word.
"Then there's nothing I can do." Lu Chayan spread his hands and raised his chin.
The four people immediately pushed Wan Fan onto the bench.
"Ahhh." A voice came out of the room at an inappropriate time.
Everyone turned to look into the house.
The people brought by Lvchayan immediately opened the door and saw the palace maid holding a baby hiding behind the door.
When the door opened, both of them turned around.
Fuchen turned his head, his little face exposed in front of others. His little eyes looked around wildly. When his eyes fell on Wan Fan on the bench, he stretched out his hand and shouted, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."
Lu Chayan stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the girl calmly. The girl's eyes were bright.
"Thirty whippings."
The executioner whipped down.
The whip fell, but Wanchang made no sound.
Fuchen, who was looking at it with a smile, was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his head and cried, "Ah——"
The palace maid held someone in her arms and covered her mouth, suppressing her voice.
The door is open.
The Master stood still and did not move.
No one covered her eyes. She watched the whip fall on Wanchang's body.
