Chapter 333 The cold prince's brother killed the Quartet 28
Chapter 333 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 28
Everyone looked at the excitement and became accustomed to such things.
When you lose power, dogs can poop on your head.
We are all princes and nobles, and it is even more annoying to provoke the servants.
Most people come here not really for the so-called "better education", but because they have wider connections here and are forced to accept the so-called "everyone is equal" here.
"In the Sage Academy, no matter who you are, you are a prince, and everyone is equal." The cook yelled, moving out of the academy to gather reinforcements for himself.
"Equality?" Wan Fan suppressed the cook and sneered. "Everyone says it's unfair, but it's just that they happen to be on the weaker side. When the disadvantaged people become the advantaged people, they still don't have the grace and generosity of the advantaged people like us.
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"Is it because of injustice? Do you just feel that you are not the one who steps on people's heads?"
"You or your ancestors have never fought hard, have no extraordinary talents, and no one has bravely braved the unknown road to bravely fight alone and bravely endured huge risks, but just peacefully guarded one-third of an acre of land to farm and raise land." He cursed angrily.
God won’t give me food to eat.”
"Now you are complaining about the comfort of us aristocratic children. Why don't you resent your ancestors for not having a son who would fight to the death for the glory of the clan?"
Wanchang's words touched the hearts of the princes and nobles.
Suddenly there was a choking voice, "How did you know we didn't try our best?"
Wan Fan knew from the voice that this was Wang Yong from the same hospital.
"We have defended the country for generations, but we cannot enjoy wealth and honor. It took the family more financial resources than anyone else to raise me as a scholar. How do you know that we didn't fight to the death for glory?"
Everyone in the public kitchen said in unison, "Yes!"
"It's not like we haven't done it before! Why are we still at the bottom?"
Someone stood up and extended a hand to support, echoing Wanchang.
Wan Fan looked over and saw seven or eight people. Most of them came from poor families or from lower aristocratic families.
There are rangers, some have families farming, and some are county magistrates.
"Say it! Say it! We have never risked our lives, so why are we not superior to others?" These people booed.
The academy is a simple place.
The master, who was holding a ruler, watched the large group of people playing the game from afar, not intending to intervene.
Wan Fan looked at everyone calmly.
Fuchen also noticed everyone's anger at this time.
If there is no explanation here, I'm afraid it will be even harder for him to find a better way in the academy in the future.
Wang Yong raised his head and looked at Wan Fan.
Wan Fan still had no intention of looking at Wang Yong.
While everyone was gathered around to build momentum, Prince Gao suddenly stood up, pointed at the indignant Wang Yong, and said, "The glory you talk about means buying a child for five taels of silver to be your adopted son, and eating a few meals will make him an adopted son."
Work for your family?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone became silent and looked at Little Prince Gao.
Prince Gao asked a series of questions, "Your glory means buying and selling military land and stealing national food?"
"Your glory is that you colluded with military families to embezzle domestic products, and forced the country to change the law for you, prohibiting military families from serving in the local army.
Wang Yong, who was standing in the circle, looked very pale.
"You came to Sage Academy because you can't buy or sell military land."
Wang Yong was angry and shouted at Little Prince Gao, "You're talking nonsense!"
Prince Gao's face did not change at all, and he stared straight at Wang Yong, even though he was only a small eight-year-old child, "Nonsense? Do you want me to explain clearly the Anyang City of Wan Guo? Do you want me to explain clearly how much you have embezzled?
Money?"
Wang Yong's eyes were dim and he stood there, not meeting the gaze of the little prince Gao.
It was quiet all around.
However, the little prince Gao's fighting spirit remained the same. He took a step forward and stared at him, "Speaking of which, that adopted son must be named after you."
She took another step forward and stood in front of him, holding her head high and threatening in a low voice, "If we find out, you should go back to join the army now instead of being a student."
Wang Yong stared at the child on his chest, his sharp and clear eyes showing their innate confidence.
Wang Yong turned around and left.
Little Prince Gao turned around and looked at everyone.
The people who stood up to express their support immediately turned around and dispersed, walking out of the scene.
Little Prince Gao stared at the cook in front of him, "What are you looking at? Why don't you steam your steamed buns? Do you think it's a small thing to starve us?"
The cook looked at the little prince of Gao Kingdom and knew that he was Master Gao's younger brother. He smiled and turned around to look behind him, "That...that..."
Wanchang let go.
The cook immediately got up and ran back to the kitchen.
Little Prince Gao turned around and smiled at Fuchen, and took out the peeled chestnuts from his arms, "Little fairy, are you full? Want some?"
Fuchen looked at him and opened his mouth wide, "You are so awesome."
There is worship in the eyes.
Little Prince Gao hummed, "That's right." He patted Wanchang Education and said, "In a place like the academy, you have to be able to convince them only if you can convince them. If you can't convince them, it's still true, and it will piss them off to death. Humph."
Wanchang said nothing.
The man behind him stepped forward and greeted Little Prince Gao, "I am a member of the Qiang tribe of Mang State, Qiang Yuan. I wonder if I am lucky enough to know you..."
Next to him, Wan Fan had already packed up the large dishes, washed them, and carried the floating dust back.
"My name is Gao Peng." My nickname is Pengpeng. Little Prince Gao chased after him.
Qiang Yuan glanced at the incense that was almost at the end. He only had time for a cup of tea, so he simply followed forward.
I will take a nap for half an hour at noon.
Wan Fan took the people back to the house directly, and Gao Peng also went in.
Wan Fan stared at Gao Peng.
Gao Peng was not polite at all and turned to Fuchen, "Does the little fairy sleep?"
Fuchen shook his head and she woke up to eat.
"We won't sleep. You can sleep." It was immediately arranged.
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen, Fu Chen's eyes were filled with longing.
"Can't leave the hospital. Just play in the house or yard."
Wan Fan needs to rest for a while.
During this time, he never got enough sleep.
As I drifted off to sleep, I heard the sound of gongs being struck in the academy, indicating that class was about to begin.
Wan Fan immediately stood up, walked to the door, and was stunned.
There is no floating dust in the yard.
Wan Fan walked to the opposite side, opened the door, and walked in. There was no one in the house.
Gao Peng just woke up and looked at Wan Fan.
Wan Fan lifted the quilt and saw Gao Peng alone, with no trace of dust.
"Where's the dust?"
Gao Peng rubbed his eyes, "She went out. She went out to play. I was too sleepy, so I came back."
Wan Fan vigorously pushed back the quilt.
"Ouch." Gao Peng was thrown back into the quilt, his head hit the pillow, he blinked and realized the problem.
The dust is gone.
Again.
Wan Fan looked ugly and returned to the academy to study.
During class, Gao Peng asked cautiously, "The little fairy hasn't come back yet?"
Wanchang said nothing.
Gao Peng pursed his lips and left silently.
Until the end of get out of class at Youshi (five o'clock in the afternoon), it was dark, and the dust did not come back.
Wan Fan sat in the yard holding a bamboo slip and waiting.
The candle flame flickered under the lampshade, illuminating the single figure sitting huddled on the chair.
It was completely dark, and the knocking started (Hai Shi, nine o'clock in the evening), and then there was a faint voice in the gate, "Brother."
Wan Fan looked over and held a candle.
Fuchen hugged the corner and rested his head on the brick wall, looking tired and ready to fall asleep at any moment.
Wan Fan knelt down and was about to hug her, but paused.
Fuchen has a purple scarf around his neck.
Wan Fan stared at the purple color with eyes like awls.
