Chapter 328 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 23
The two of them went shopping, Wan Fan holding Zhuge Jin in his arms and shopping.
Zhuge Jin's eyes were caught by some novel gadgets: instruments, wood carvings, and knives.
Wanchang's eyes were all set on what he could eat: chestnut cake, osmanthus cake, rose cake, sheep paste, red date cake, honey, bean buns, candied haws, Ershi, meatball soup... whatever he could eat.
There was no need to keep any inventory. Wan Nang and Fu Chen, one big and one small, held the pastries and tasted them one by one.
Fuchen ate a small piece first, and Wanchang followed suit. Fuchen couldn't eat it anymore and threw it all to Wanchang.
Wan Fan finished a piece of pastry in one bite and his belly didn't feel bloated.
One large and one small shop changed snack shops.
Fuchen grabbed Wanchang's clothes and chewed them.
Wan Fan paid to buy food, but when he lowered his head, there was no one there.
I looked around and saw no one.
Wan Fan frowned.
I looked around. The street was still as quiet as before, with no change at all, no trace of noise or attention.
Zhuge Jin, who was standing in front of the wooden mecha stall, noticed something was wrong. He turned around and saw Wan Fan looking around. He turned around and told the vendor, "I want these." Pay the money and "send them to my house."
Came over and said, "What's wrong?"
Wan Fan frowned, "The dust is gone."
Zhuge Jin was surprised and looked around, but saw no one. Then he looked at Wan Fan, and saw that the man was neither impatient nor angry... which was a bit strange.
Zhuge Jin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he knew that there might be taboos, so the other party might not be willing to say it, and it would also cause a fishy stench.
Wan Fan didn't say much, turned around and bought the salted tofu just now. But he had no intention of continuing to play and waited nearby.
Seeing this, Zhuge Jin ended his journey early and said goodbye.
Wan Fan nodded and left.
He walked around the courtyard of the wizard Zhenren and observed that no one came out of the house.
He couldn't get close either.
There are guard handles around.
Wan Fan stared at it for a long time, but found nothing, so he returned to the palace and waited.
Collect the chestnut flour in the cold palace and put it away.
Wan Fan returned to the courtyard, took the bamboo slips and looked at them in the moonlight, sat in front of the door and waited.
It's very late at night.
Fuchen came back on his own.
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen who appeared at the door with a discerning eye.
She doesn't like to walk and doesn't know how to run. Someone must be taking her for such a distance.
who?
wizard?
The matter of returning to the palace did not seem to cause much disturbance. Could it be also the work of the wizard?
What's the trick?
Wan Fan watched Fu Chen staggering over, walking up the steps step by step, and finally threw herself into his arms and fell asleep.
Wan Fan picked him up and rolled up his sleeves to check, and found no injuries.
I unbuttoned my clothes and checked, but there was nothing there either.
Apart from the extra earthy smell and the smell of burning, there is nothing else.
What's the meaning?
Wan Fan frowned and thought.
He didn't disturb Fuchen. This guy looked exhausted. He must have been sent back quietly when he came back.
The other party has no intention of harming Fuchen, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have any intention against himself.
He never forgot his identity for a moment.
Waiting until daybreak, Wan Fan grabbed Fu Chen to prevent her from running away.
"Paint." Wan Fan requested.
Fuchen stared at Wanchang, his eyes full of doubts.
"Brother Hua." Wan Fan demanded. He threw a whole piece of cloth to Fu Chen, and there was a pen and inkstone next to it.
Fuchen still stared blankly at Wanchang, half paid, turned around, and wanted to go out to play.
Wan Fan hugged him back. "Ah!" Fu Chen struggled and messed around, trying to get out of Wan Fan's hand, "I want to go out to play!"
Wan Fan clamped down on Fu Chen's waist, not letting her move even half a step away.
"Paint!" Wan Fan patted the cloth and drew.
"Ah!" Fuchen kept crying.
Wan Fan did not give in, staring at her and refusing to let her go.
Fuchen got tired from crying, so he got up and wanted to crawl out again.
Wan Fan stretched out his hand to pull the person back and stared at the little kid messing around on his own.
His eyes were cold, looking at her like a puppy that had only found two families.
I am trying to make her remember in this wrong way: who is your master.
Arrogant and rude.
Fuchen sat on the ground, stared at the cloth for a long time, and casually drew a crooked snake. He threw away the pen with an angry hand.
Wan Fan grabbed Fu Chen's chin, looked at himself, and said with burning eyes, "Draw me." Every word contained power.
"I want to get out!" Fuchen shouted, slapping the floor to confront him.
Wan Fan stood up, closed the door tightly, looked down at the dust on the ground, drifted out of sight, and went into the room to read.
Fuchen stood up, walked to the door, and knocked on the door with his head held high.
The door, which was almost one foot long, looked like a giant in the eyes of a little kid like her.
Fuchen shook the door, only slightly. He was anxious and aggrieved, "I want to get out!" he shouted, slapping the door with both hands.
Her eyes were hot and she wanted to cry again, but she remembered that her brother didn't like her crying and would not coax her. Fuchen held back his strength, wiped away his tears and sat back down.
She doesn't draw.
Don't go out either.
Fight to the end.
Wan Fan only glanced at her lightly as he passed by, looking down from above, crushing the perspective from top to bottom.
Every time at this time, Fu Chen felt like the hairs on his head were standing on end.
For two days, the gate of the Legislative Yuan was closed tightly. There were only the occasional sounds of children crying.
In a blink of an eye, it was time to start school, and Wan Fan checked into Sage Academy with Fu Chen in his arms.
Each person has a room. It is not big, with three bays, divided into bedrooms, living rooms and study rooms.
Three courtyards surround a small courtyard.
There is also a small thatched house in the corner, with a wooden barrel inside as a public toilet.
The materials used in wooden houses are very cheap, and at least they have complete tiles to protect them from wind and rain.
There is also all the necessary furniture.
It's much better than that shabby cold palace.
Wanjian's bedding is in accordance with the prince's specifications and still has plenty of cotton.
During this sensitive period of diplomacy, as a sensitive figure, no one dared to commit suicide by deducting cloth and cotton.
In previous years, Sage College only enrolled a few students, and if the houses were not full, you could choose at will. It is also possible for one person to live in a courtyard.
It is said that thirty three people were admitted this year, and the house was so tight that the master gave up the house and packed up the unoccupied wing to move in.
Wan Fan looked at his room, threw the dust on the bed, and straightened the bedding himself.
"Humph." This guy was so angry that he ran out with his black snake in his arms, not restless at all.
The black snake has the intention of hibernating because of the cold weather.
While Wanchang was cleaning up, people also came into the yard.
A little man entered the courtyard, followed by a master in white clothes.
Both of them are very familiar.
"Hi." The little dwarf greeted, looking around, "Where's the little fairy?"
This guy is none other than the little prince of Gao Kingdom.
Wan Fan glanced at Master Gao next to him.
If it hadn't been for the behind-the-scenes operation, he wouldn't have believed it was such a coincidence.
"Don't block the way." One person yelled at Mr. Gao while holding a quilt.
Prince Gao immediately gave in.
The visitor was a big man, probably in his twenties. It was almost winter, and he was wearing single clothes, a cotton and linen shirt. The bedding was also patched.
The big man said "hum" when he saw Wan Fan.
Wan Fan just looked at it calmly and didn't react.
Turning around and seeing the Master on one side, he immediately bowed and said, "Hello, Master." His attitude was respectful.
