Chapter 319 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 14
Wan Fan speculated on the Master's words and went back to find Fu Chen.
During this period of time, Fuchen always disappeared, and she didn't come back until she was tired from playing. Sometimes Wanchang was also curious about where she went to play without being home all day long.
After thinking about it, I would follow her after the exam to see what her footprints were during the day.
In the evening, Wan Fan sat on the bed with the bamboo slips, holding a candle and reading, waiting for the dust to drift away.
"Squeak." The door opened a hole, and Fuchen slipped in carefully. When he saw Wan Fan on the bed, he just said hello, "Brother." He climbed onto the bed from Wan Fan's feet and climbed onto the small blanket on the inside.
sleep.
"What did you play today?" Wanchang took the person in the bag and held him in his arms.
I'm a little nervous about the exam tomorrow.
He doesn't know the difference between himself and other people.
Those who rushed to the ancient capital were not only gifted, but also had strong family backgrounds that supported them to become the true pride of heaven.
He has never been in contact with these people.
Wan Fan couldn't help but feel a little panicked about this future situation.
"Go find snakes in the woods to play with." Fuchen muttered, opened his mouth, and yawned.
Wan Fan remained silent, and he smelled the smell of smoke.
This smell came from the little person in my arms.
Fuchen loves to play with snakes, he knows. A group of snakes protect him in the summer.
But it's autumn now.
The forest is dry and there is no fire.
Where does the smell of fireworks on Fuchen come from?
Wan Fan grabbed Fu Chen's hand. Her ten fingers were washed clean, with a trace of color in one of the gaps.
Wan Fan took a closer look and saw that it was earthy yellow.
earth.
Fuchen suddenly broke free from his little hand and continued to sleep on his stomach.
Wan Fan has doubts in his heart, but at this time, it is not the time to care about these things.
Fuchen lay on Wanchang's body, feeling uncomfortable. He turned over and moved to his own bed to sleep.
The candle burned until the cockcrow and the sky turned white.
Wan Fan stood up and looked at a line of white light on the distant horizon, forming a circle.
There were already people standing outside the door.
Today, he has a dedicated person waiting on him.
"The eldest prince." Two rows of maids stood outside the door holding clothes and jewelry.
Today, he is the face of the country.
It was still dark outside the house, and the red lantern held by the palace maid illuminated the way to the door.
It looks very warm.
But it's like a procession sending souls after death.
The eldest prince looked expressionless as he entered the room and shook Fuchen awake.
Fuchen opened his eyes in a daze, and during this time, he had baby fat on his face.
It's cute to be naive.
"Huh?" she said confusedly.
Wan Fan warned, "Follow me today and don't run anywhere."
If he loses, he must run away immediately.
If Fuchen was caught by someone, he would have no choice but to abandon her.
Wan Fan does not want to do this if it is not necessary.
Fuchen struggled to sit up and responded.
He rubbed his eyes with his little hands, trying to wake up.
"Where's your snake? Take a piece of it with you," Wan Fan said.
Fuchen climbed out of bed in a daze, lay down and looked under the bed.
Then he went behind the bed and grabbed a black snake.
The black snake looked longer and thicker than Fuchen. It was very scary to hold it in the hands of a little kid.
The black snake's tail hung around Fuchen's neck, and its head was caught in Fuchen's hand.
The black snake was not moving, looking at Fu Chen who was yawning and still sleepy.
Wan Fan looked at it and realized clearly that the weather was getting colder and winter was coming, and the snakes were not very active.
She stretched out her hands, put on layers of clothes under the service of the palace maid, and then sat at the table to twist her hair.
Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen and glanced at the snake in Fu Chen's hand.
The snake was so close to him, and he didn't even notice it.
Thinking of the words of father and son, Wan Fan wondered what was so special about Fu Chen.
The palace maid dressed and decorated Wan Bran in an orderly manner, and even put on a silver dagger.
The handle and sheath are both shiny silver. The sheath is intricately carved, while the handle is simple and elegant, and fits the hand very well. Pull out the dagger, flick it with your finger, and it will make a low "buzz" sound.
The sharp edge cuts the hand, and a layer of skin is peeled off by gently touching it.
Wan Fan looked at his hands, which were covered with thick calluses all year round and were not injured and bleeding just now.
This is a fine dagger, the best among tributes.
Wanchang remained unmoved.
He knew that all nobles would wear weapons to show their supreme power.
A gentleman has the world in mind and subdues others; he is brave and good at fighting and scares away evil spirits.
Ghost hands and Buddha heart.
Wan Fan put away the dagger and did not throw away the dagger he was accustomed to using all year round. It was wrapped with layers of cloth strips to prevent it from hurting his hands, but he still would not throw it away.
After everything was packed up, Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen and left.
As soon as I walked out of the house, there was a palace maid standing at the door, bowing respectfully, "I'm sorry, eldest prince, but the king has ordered that no one can accompany you. Please leave Mr. Fuchen to me."
Wanchang remained motionless and stared at the palace maid.
The palace maid did not raise her head, but still requested, "Don't worry, we won't do anything to Master Fuchen."
Wan Fan stared at the rows of palace maids and guards, knowing that he could not resist, and looked at the dust in his hands.
Fuchen raised his head and looked at Wanchang with clear eyes, holding the black snake in his hand, as if he didn't know what was happening.
Wan Fan closed his lips tightly and stared at Fu Chen.
If he fails this time, he can take advantage of the chaos to escape. But Fuchen, I'm afraid he will never be seen again.
According to Master, Fuchen can be blessed if she gets someone's favor, but she is too young...
"What's your brother's name?" Wan Fan asked in a low voice.
Fuchen stared at Wan Fan, his eyes bright and lively. After a while, he said, "Wan Fan. Wan Fan."
The sound is crisp and clear.
Wan Fan said nothing and carried Fu Chen over.
When the palace maid caught it, Wan Fan immediately took out the dagger and cut Fuchen's arm that was not holding the snake.
The clothes were torn and stained with blood.
"Ah!" Fuchen opened his mouth and howled.
The snake in his hand suddenly opened its mouth wide and jumped up. Wan Fan dodged, but was still not as sharp as the snake. He raised his hand to protect his head and was bitten on the wrist.
The stinging pain instantly stimulates the brain.
"Hiss." Wan Fan felt pain and immediately aimed the dagger in his hand.
But the snake let go, fell to the ground, twisted its body and jumped up, coiled itself around Fuchen again, "hissing", spitting out snake letters, threatening Wan Chao.
"Ah!" Fuchen grabbed the snake and cried loudly.
Wan Fan grabbed his wrist to confirm that it was not poisonous, and the palace maid wrapped his wrist.
"Prince, please rest assured that we will not harm Mr. Fuchen." The palace maid hugged Fuchen, her eyes wary.
Wan Fan said nothing, took the cloth bandage and tied the wound tightly.
The palace maid stared at her wrist and said, "I would also like to ask the eldest prince to put the country first and take today's exam seriously."
Wan Fan lowered his eyes and saw the inner layer exposed from the hem of the palace maid's coat, which was lavender.
He remained calm, turned around and left.
Unknowingly, the people around me were taken away from me.
Wan Nang didn't know how to deal with this kind of sadness.
He picked up the child, his sister... He didn't know what his state of mind was, he only knew how to move forward.
"Brother!" Fuchen suddenly cried and called people to stop.
Wanchang paused and turned around.
Fuchen struggled to leave, but there were still tears on his face.
Black Snake moved its body and suddenly swung its body to help Fuchen shake off his wrist. Fuchen fell to the ground, quickly got up and ran over, "Brother." He hugged his legs and cried.
Wan Fan lowered his head, looked at the child who was attached to him, picked him up, and buried his head in it, "We can't forget my brother."
Wan Fan looked back.
The palace maid stared at Fuchen and said nothing. She acquiesced.
