Chapter 325 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 20
But Wan Fan couldn't go out by himself. To go out, he needed help from Zhuge Jin.
This is considered diplomatic pressure.
Wanchang ate the steamed buns in silence.
Zhuge Jin watched him stuffing steamed buns into his mouth one after another, visibly wiping out a basket of steamed buns, and was surprised, "Brother Wanchang, I have really seen the term "eating as much as an ox".
Even suspected of eating cows.
This amount is really too big.
Zhuge Jin looked at Wan Fan's height and no longer doubted Wan Fan's age.
If he kept eating like this, he doubted how tall the other party would grow.
Wan Fan was indifferent to what he said. After finishing his meal, he closed his eyes and quietly hugged Fu Chen to bask in the sun.
Fuchen finished eating in a daze and fell asleep in Wanchang's arms.
Zhuge Jin looked at the laziness of the two men, they really didn't look like any young master he had ever seen.
He thought for a while and asked, "What does Brother Wan want to do next?"
Obviously, he also knew that Wan Fan could go out and do something if he followed him.
Wan Fan opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at Zhuge Jin, his eyes as still as water rolled around, and asked, "Are you going to pick up the pine nuts?"
"Ah?" Zhuge Jin was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I haven't played it yet."
"Let's get some sleep first. We'll show off our weight in the morning and play for a while." Wan Fan said casually and led others to sleep on the bed.
He has never brought anyone to sleep in his room, and he doesn't have many friends. His first thought is to sleep on the bed.
Zhuge Jin looked at Wanchang's bed hesitantly and glanced at the side. There was no such thing as a master's chair.
He stepped forward hesitantly.
Zhuge Jin was sitting on the bed, but saw Wan Fan himself sitting on a stool with a child in his arms.
"Brother Wan, don't you want to sleep?"
Wan Fan shook his head. He had slept for two days, but his head still hurt and he didn't want to sleep at all.
It is impossible for him to sleep in the same bed with outsiders.
Zhuge Jin hesitated and went to bed without taking off his shoes, but leaned against the bed frame and dozed off for a while.
When I became unconscious, I felt someone shaking me.
"Wake up." Wan Fan shook Zhuge Jin's arm.
Zhuge Jin woke up in a daze, and after a while he realized that he was not in a familiar room. "What's wrong?"
"It's time, let's go." Wan Fan said and went out directly.
Zhuge Jin calmed down for a while and then went out.
The sunshine outside is very dazzling, and the child has woken up and is squatting on the ground playing with a toy. The toy is black and can swing.
Zhuge Jin has always been interested in gadgets such as racks.
He walked closer, wanting to take a closer look at the toy. But two steps later he saw a round head with small eyes staring at him.
"Snake!" Zhuge Jin screamed in fright and retreated back to the house.
Wan Fan, who was packing his things, reminded, "That's her playmate. If you don't touch the dust, it won't bite you."
Very dissatisfied with Zhuge Jin's fuss.
Zhuge Jin clung to the threshold and did not dare to come forward.
He has never been exposed to such things!
Never in this life!
Which aristocratic family would come into contact with this thing? Except for the Wu clan and the Gao family, no one can treat a snake.
Wan Fan packed up his things and hugged Fu Chen to leave. He looked at Zhuge Jin still holding the door for the rest of his life and watched calmly.
This kid must follow.
It’s all packed up, it’s impossible not to go.
Zhuge Jin hesitated, "Uh..." He watched the black snake entwining the child, not aggressively. The child looked at him curiously.
Wan Fan, who was holding the child in his arms, looked at him lightly, as if he was mocking him.
Zhuge Jin hesitated and followed Wan Fan.
When Wan Fan saw the person finally leaving the door, he turned around and walked away, striding forward.
With Zhuge Jin as the medium, Wan Nuan can go wherever he wants.
He carried the bag and headed into the forest, passing by Concubine Qi's courtyard and the cold palace.
Wan Fan carried Fu Chen into the forest. Zhuge Jin, dressed in brocade clothes, was forced to follow her in.
There was no soil on the blue boots. When I stepped into the grass, half of the shoe sank in, and the blue surface was covered with mud.
Zhuge Jin looked at his shoes, then at the person in front of him who was walking swiftly, took a deep breath, ignored his shoes, and kept walking.
After walking through the forest for two sticks of incense, I saw the pine forest, but most of the pine nuts here had been picked by the palace maids and guards.
Wan Fan led the people to jump left and right and climb in, heading deep into the forest.
Zhuge Jin followed behind, step by step.
His shoes were dirty, his clothes had many cuts, and his body had bloody streaks from bush thorns.
He clung to the tree and walked cautiously. When he saw the other party reaching the top of the hill, he could no longer see anyone.
Gritting his teeth and unwilling to shout, he jumped over the mud puddle in front of him, but his right foot still got stuck.
Zhuge Jin pulled out his legs from the mud pit, picked up his boots from the mud pit, and climbed up quickly.
When we climbed to the top of the mountain, we could no longer see anyone.
The sun shines on the mountain forest, giving it a warm feeling.
He was sweating even more.
Zhuge Jin looked at the undifferentiated woods around him. The light and shadow seemed to be the same.
Use your sleeve to wipe sweat.
He had brought nothing, let alone any attendants, and he was already very thirsty.
"Eh!"
A crisp childish voice came from the mountain forest.
Zhuge Jin identified the direction and ran over. After climbing a hill, he saw two people by the water in the depression.
Wan Fan stood in the forest and looked at people. The child was already sitting on the ground waiting.
Zhuge Jin ran down and adjusted his breathing.
When the three of them gathered together, Zhuge Jin felt physically fine, except that she was hot and thirsty.
Zhuge Jin took off his coat, revealing only the undershirt of his long coat and trousers. The hem of his coat was really in the way. Considering his image, he would only become more embarrassed in the forest.
Wan Fan glanced at him, held Fu Chen with one hand and walked forward.
This time, Zhuge Jin no longer cared about clothes and shoes, and strode along with Wan Fan.
His physical fitness is not bad. He has also run in the mountains. But the mountains at home have clean mountain roads and suitable shoes, which are not what he wears now.
Wan Fan walked for another incense stick before putting down the dust, taking out the bag and starting to pick pine nuts.
Fuchen sat on the ground by himself and helped to pick up pine nuts.
Zhuge Jin was confused and lowered his head to pick them up, "What's the use of picking these up?"
"Dry it in the sun and grind it into powder, then soak it in the dust and drink it," Wan Fan said.
"Can't I buy it?"
No one answered.
Wanchang lowered his head and picked it up by himself, one by one.
Zhuge Jin remembered the legend of Wanchang and did not ask any more questions.
He has never participated in this kind of activity where hardworking people need to work hard bit by bit for everything.
He only knows how to read, there is no shortcut.
When practicing kung fu, you can't be lazy in every move.
But after all, he didn't need to think about the hunger and satiety of the Five Zang Temple.
Wan Fan lowered his head to pick up pine nuts.
He knew his position very well, he was just a savage who took advantage of the situation.
Borrowed power is not always useful.
You still need to prepare yourself.
Prepare your own food and self-defense.
Fuchen followed Black Snake to dig a tree hole.
"Brother!" Fuchen shouted.
Wanchang looked back and saw a tree hole full of pine nuts.
Wan Fan went directly over and took out the whole nest.
"This is the squirrel's winter ration. Otherwise, keep some." Zhuge Jin persuaded, not wanting to starve a squirrel to death.
"It's okay. Even squirrels don't know where they hide 90% of their pine nuts. Otherwise, how do you think this forest came to be?" Wanchang said casually, and followed the black snake to find the next pine nut hole.
Yeah?
Haha. Squirrels really don’t remember where they hide their pine nuts. Ninety percent of their reserves are forgotten.
