Chapter 318 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 13
When it was almost sunset, Wan Fan returned with Fu Chen.
After changing clothes, having a hug and a meal, rushing to the Legislative Yuan, chatting with the Master about his thoughts, and writing an article, today's trip is over.
The sky is filled with stars, and there are stars shining on the dark road.
Wan Fan moved slowly, following Fu Chen's footsteps.
Only Fuchen can walk, and his short legs walk very slowly.
Wearing shorts, he walks swaying from side to side.
After walking through the Liyuan, Fuchen felt tired.
"Ugh." Fuchen hugged Wanchang's legs and was unwilling to move. He muttered, "Brother, hold me."
"No. If you can walk by yourself, walk by yourself." Wan Fan was very tough.
This palace is very dangerous. If you are too weak, you cannot survive.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Fuchen hugged Wanchang's calf, his body softened, and he knelt on the ground, mouthing "Uuuu..." and was about to start crying.
"Fuchen, get up by yourself." Wan Fan scolded.
"Woo!" This voice sounded like crying, and he lay on the ground, crying.
Wan Fan stared at the person without moving, then raised his feet and walked away.
"Ah!" Fuchen cried, got up on his own, ran quickly, hugged his calf again, with tears in his eyes, "Don't. Don't. Hug."
Wan Fan raised his feet. This time, Fu Chen hugged his feet. He didn't want to go on his own.
"Floating dust." Wan Fan scolded sharply.
"Ah!" Fuchen cried even harder.
"I'll count to three."
Fuchen let go of his legs, but he stepped back, lowered his head, and sobbed, "Heh. Heh."
It's still early today. I have a lot of time to spend here with her.
Wan Fan remained unmoved and said, "Let's go."
"Humph." Fuchen turned his back and faced the direction he came from. He squatted on the ground and cried sadly.
"Floating dust." Wan Fan scolded.
"Are you leaving?"
Fuchen took a step forward, one step further away from home, to show his attitude.
Wan Cang was not used to it and walked straight forward.
"Ah!" Fuchen howled loudly, squatting on the ground and refusing to move.
Wan Fan stopped and looked back at her.
But Fuchen carried him on his back and cried uncontrollably.
"I'm leaving. If you don't come with me, you'll spend the night here by yourself." Wan Fan shouted and walked forward.
He walks loudly.
The crying behind me became farther and farther away.
Wan Fan walked to the corner, turned around, and waited for Fuchen.
"Ah~" Fuchen's long cry came from the other side of the road.
The little figure was almost invisible in the night, as small as a stone.
Wan Fan waited silently until she was tired of crying.
"hiss."
There are snakes and insects slithering in the grass.
There are woods on the side of Anxin Building. Only a few dozen meters near Anxin Building is a small bamboo forest.
The forest is rich in grass and is visited by snakes and insects.
Wan Fan saw the snake in the grass swaying towards Fu Chen, frowned, and walked back.
"Ugh." Fuchen was still squatting on the ground crying.
Wan Fan knelt down and tried to reason again, "Stand still. Turn around and look at me."
"Yeah!" Fuchen shook his body and refused.
"Look at me." Wan Fan softened his tone.
Fuchen stood up, turned his head, tears streaming down his face, stepped forward and kissed Wanchang, turned around, squatted down, "Woo."
Then cry.
Wan Fan was stunned for a moment, smiled unconsciously, and picked up the person on the ground, "Just this time, you know?"
"Woo." Fuchen stretched out his hand, hugged her tightly, and still cried, but the cry was visibly softer.
Wan Fan glanced at the snake climbing up and left quickly.
But the next night, when Wan Fan tried to let her go by herself again, Fu Chen would kiss Wan Fan on the face first and mutter, "Brother, hug."
Very soft.
Can't refuse.
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen blankly. He wanted to reject Fu Chen. This was wrong. He had to go on his own. No one could be relied on for the rest of his life.
You must go by yourself.
But... there is an impulse in his heart, he is willing, he is willing to do anything for Fu Chen.
Protect her, take care of her.
Wan Fan held the man in his arms without saying a word, muttering, "No wonder it's hard to raise women and villains."
Such a little girl is really "difficult to raise".
She is soft, delicate and loves to cry.
Wan Fan silently hugged her back and didn't mention the fact that she walked away crying on her own.
Summer has passed by in a hurry, and Wan Nang's study has become tense again.
When the chrysanthemums were blooming, the king summoned Wanchang and asked for lessons.
Wan Fan was so nervous that he had to eat and sleep all day long, reading books all the time.
The king asked questions from time to time, as if a knife was hanging above his head. Wan Fan's mind was filled with textbook knowledge. Only when he occasionally refreshed himself and looked out the window, Wan Fan slowly realized that Fu Chen seemed not to be around him.
During this time, he was extremely busy.
And Fuchen is rarely around.
When I was doing the questions at the end of the month, Wan Fan was really out of ideas, so he came out for a walk.
There was a cry of children near Anxin Building, and Wan Fan subconsciously walked over.
In the grass, several boys hugged each other and cried. Next to them, Fuchen sat in the grass, with nothing but dirt on his fleshy little face.
Wan Fan lowered his head and noticed the black snake on Fu Chen's hand.
There were more than a dozen snakes squirming beside him.
There are many more around the boy.
Wan Fan stared at the snake, its completely black scales glowing white in the sunlight. Its body was only a little smaller than Fu Chen's small fist.
The floating dust grabs the snake and catches the good one.
Something looks familiar.
Wan Fan stared at the black snake. The black snake's body swayed slowly, and its seven inches was caught in Fuchen's hand.
Wanchang looked at the floating dust.
"Hey." Fuchen grinned, his eyes full of brightness.
It was not her who was beaten.
The black snake does not attack Fuchen.
Wan Fan turned around and left.
I picked up my pen and brushed my brush, and it was October in the blink of an eye.
In early October, the streets of the ancient capital were crowded with students studying.
They all came to the ancient capital to get into the Sage Academy.
Students from all over the world gather together.
On the streets, people in strange clothes come and go, and you can hear the customs and discourses of various countries.
Wan Fan followed the Master and stood on the city wall looking at the bustling crowd on the street, somewhat unbelievable.
A year ago, he was still a wild child who could only stay in the harem, unable to see people, not having enough to eat, and not being able to sleep warmly.
Now, I have to squeeze in with all the young dragons and phoenixes in the world.
"These are your competitors." Master pointed at the crowd and said. "Your background is definitely inferior to them."
"What these days teach you are just test-taking skills."
"The real knowledge is still in the Sage Academy."
The Master prompted, staring at Wan Fan, "First Prince, you are very smart."
"If you enter this Sage Academy, it means your death is coming."
"If you don't enter, it means your soul will die that day."
"But after entering, there is always a slight improvement."
The master looked straight into Wanchang's eyes and said, "This Sage Academy is, after all, your chance of survival. You have to make good use of it."
Wan Fan stared at Master Jiang.
He often took a break to bask in the sun, pretending to scold him, but also secretly gave him guidance and helped him.
From time to time, the long black sheep's beard needs to be cleaned and groomed.
Wan Fan took a step back, stood up straight, bowed and bowed, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."
The master nodded and finally said, "If the king kills you in the future, the sister you picked up may be able to help you once."
Wan Fan raised his head, puzzled, and looked around.
The master smiled and said nothing.
Wan Fan was thinking, is there anything special about Fu Chen's identity?
