Chapter 315: The Cold Prince’s Brother Killed the Quartet 10
Chapter 315 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 10
Wan Fan’s study cannot stop, this is an order.
A new servant appeared, holding the same whip and staring at Wanchang, but this person was even more silent.
Staring at him gloomily, watching him rest, he gave him a sharp whip.
When the whip fell, Fuchen opened his mouth to cry, but Wan Fan covered his mouth, "You can't cry," he scolded.
Wan Fan stared at the servant gloomily, said nothing, and kept moving his hands.
Fuchen cried silently and choked with sobs.
This is not learning at all, it is torture.
At noon, Wan Fan couldn't bear the hunger and asked for something to eat. He stared closely at his servants.
The servants just stared at him without making any move.
The palace maid looked at the confrontation between the two sides, nodded obediently, and ran out to get the meal.
Fuchen couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep long ago.
Fortunately, Wan Fan had time to eat, and even one stick of incense was enough.
The palace maid brought four large plates of pork and beef and eight steamed buns.
Wan Fan grabbed the meat and stuffed it into his stomach, chewing one bite of meat and one bite of steamed bun.
Fuchen was shaken awake and joined the eating army. She held a small piece of steamed bun and ate it slowly.
Wan Fan grabbed a piece of meat, chewed it in his mouth, spit it out, and fed it to Fu Chen. Fu Chen opened his mouth and ate it - this was Fu Chen's snack.
Like Wan Fan, Fu Chen likes to eat meat, but her teeth are not strong enough.
The meat is never cooked well enough, and it takes Fuchen a long, long time to eat it by himself.
When he wanted to eat it, Fuchen pointed at the meat.
Wanchang leaked a little bit from his mouth and fed it to Fuchen.
The palace maid watched silently, and the servants stared at the incense. The ashes of the incense fell away, and Wan Bran just finished eating all the food.
The master entered the room, taught a new lesson, and then ordered Wanchang to copy it.
Keep going like this until you reach midnight.
Wan Fan looked at the servant and saw that he had been replaced. But this person was also in trouble.
Being still for such a long time is very tiring.
Wan Fan picked up Fu Chen, who was already sleeping soundly on the side, and lay on the floor to sleep.
The servant shook his head and knocked it against the wooden wall, and he woke up instantly. The whip fell to the ground, and there was a loud "snap", which woke up Wan Fan and the palace maid.
The servant explained, "The king has ordered that the prince's sleep must also be ensured. He must return to the Liyuan to sleep peacefully every night."
Wan Fan: "..."
His brain was so sleepy that he was too lazy to explain anything, so he simply picked up Fuchen and rushed back.
The palace maid yawned and was forced to follow.
Wan Fan pushed open the house, and the blood stains on the ground were dark and strangely red under the candlelight.
There was still the smell of blood in the room.
The palace maid behind her immediately had a bad look on her face.
The servant sent the person to the Liyuan, then turned around and left.
When the palace maid saw someone coming in, she closed the room and turned around to leave.
Wan Fan turned around suddenly and looked at the door.
A bit of light from the candlelight mixed with the shadow of the palace maid, fell on the door, swayed, and immediately disappeared.
The room was dark.
Wan Fan subconsciously hugged the floating dust on his hand, and his troubled nerves were stretched into a thread at this moment, tense.
The weak air flow in the room seemed to be the breathing sound of some ghost.
Wan Fanggang gritted his teeth tightly and walked over. The next moment, he was stunned by the sticky feeling under his feet, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
This is... this is...
He knew that this was that person's blood.
But he always felt that he was stepping in a pool of blood in hell, and he couldn't lower his head because there would be countless pairs of ghost hands pulling him down!
Wan Cang's brain ached, and he quickly rushed to the bed with Fu Chen in his arms, pulled the quilt and wrapped him in it.
Fuchen was pressed down, and his little hands were held by big hands, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"Uh..." He struggled to move, trying to get more space.
Wan Fan opened his eyes and his eyes were very bright.
There was the smell of blood in his breath. At that location, that location in the room, just seven steps away, people had died.
He can kill.
Wanchang restrained himself and closed his eyes.
The world fell into darkness.
In his senses, he felt someone picking up a knife and stabbing his throat - Wan Fan immediately reached out to block it and opened his eyes subconsciously.
In an instant, it receded like a tide.
Wan Fan knew that he was hysterical.
Unable to sleep.
But sleep time is precious and he must sleep.
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen, who was sleeping soundly next to him, and pinched his face with his hands.
Feeling the pain, Fuchen opened his mouth and cried, "Ah——"
Familiar cries filled my brain.
Wan Fan felt at ease, closed his eyes and slept peacefully, but the sound of "ah ah" cries lingered in his ears.
Harem Yunyuan.
A woman was anxiously guarding her child. The child kept sleeping on the bed and never woke up.
When the rooster crows and the dog barks, Wan Fan is woken up in advance by the palace maid.
"Is it time?"
"Almost." The woman lowered her head and lowered her eyelids. It was obvious that she was also very sleepy.
"Ha--" Wan Fan yawned but did not respond. He turned around and touched Fu Chen's face. There was only a little water stain. It seemed that he fell asleep without crying for a while.
Yawning all the way to Anxin Building, the Master went there and slapped the table impatiently with his whip, "What time is it? What time is it? Do you know what time it is?"
Wan Fan didn't say much, sat down and started studying.
It’s another repetitive day.
At sunset, the palace maid was told that she did not need to wait on her and left directly.
Only the servants were staring at Wan Fan, but this person would actually be distracted and take a nap.
Wan Fan stared at the candlelight and wrote new words quietly.
At midnight, there was suddenly a lot of noise in front of Anxin Building.
Wan Fan opened the door to check and saw a man in red followed by a woman in purple, with more than a dozen people behind him.
They were standing next to a big tree in the courtyard. Next to the tree was a patch of grass. They were a little far away, but they could clearly see the two leaders.
Most men wearing red in this world are wizards.
The woman in purple clothes has a furrowed eyebrow, and her fair face is particularly eye-catching under the light of the lantern.
Most of the fair-skinned and beautiful women in this palace are concubines.
The woman was holding a child in her hands and talking to the wizard.
The movement was a bit loud, and the servants also woke up from their naps. They glanced at the time outside and saw the team outside. They didn't say anything and just followed suit.
There is still half an hour until the end, but no one says anything at the moment.
Wan Fan stared at the man in red, his eyes indifferent, hiding hostility.
"Jingle bell."
The leader was holding a big rooster, and the one behind him was holding a bell and shaking it, muttering something in his mouth. The sound was not loud, so he could only listen to the sound.
The wizard placed his hand on the child's head.
The woman in purple suddenly shouted, "Wan Chen! Come back! Come back!"
A loud shout seemed so abrupt in the quiet night.
Shout out the soul.
The frightened person needs to have his or her relatives shout out his name three times.
Wan Fan was not interested in this. He just stared at the wizard, trying to see his appearance and actions clearly.
Wait for the opportunity and kill him. This is Wan Cang's idea.
The shouting woke up Fuchen, who crawled over and looked outside the house.
Wan Fan lowered his head, hugged Fu Chen and watched together.
Fuchen looked at the commotion outside with his eyes wide open, full of ignorance and curiosity.
My head looks here sometimes, and sometimes there.
"Wan Chen!"
"Wan Chen!"
Called three times, but no response.
The woman was talking to the wizard, she seemed very anxious, and her voice was so loud that it sounded like she was crying.
"Ah ah ah." Fuchen suddenly said, pointing at the person and calling, looking very curious.
"Cock-clack!" the big rooster suddenly cried out.
The woman lowered her head in surprise, holding the child in her arms and continuing to be intimate with him.
The wizard suddenly turned his head and looked here.
Wan Fan stared at the wizard, resisted silently, and hugged Fu Chen tightly with both hands.
