Chapter 337 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 32
Wan Fan wiped the stool and table with his sleeve, put the dust on the table, took the cake, and ate it.
"Why are you here?" Wan Fan asked.
In the past three months, Fuchen has almost never come.
It's time for sacrifices again soon, and this year Zhenren plans to show up in the streets with Fuchen to show his identity as the heir.
Fuchen was eating pears and sitting cross-legged on the table.
It was dark all around.
The wind blows through the gaps in the house and makes a strange sound.
These sounds are no stranger to Fuchen.
She regained her memory and had a rough idea of what happened between herself and Wan Fan.
Fuchen raised his hand and hit Wanchang on the forehead, "It's not that you are too stupid."
Looking at the surrounding houses, there was no fear in his eyebrows and his eyes were calm and composed.
The cultivation of the witch clan includes training in darkness.
Even, obsessed with darkness.
The mystery and depth of darkness, the ghosts and fears contained therein are all areas that the Witch Clan is involved in.
Wan Fan didn't move, he was used to being slapped by Fu Chen.
In the past two years, the horns on Fuchen's body have grown longer and become more fierce.
If you ask her to be good, she will say something like, "Be perverse or surly, which one do you want?"
Then he made his own conclusion, "I am surly and surly, and I cannot learn to be well-behaved."
There is simply no way to start.
Fortunately, Wan Fan doesn't require to be well-behaved.
In this deep palace, one cannot expect people to be well-behaved.
There are only dead people who are well-behaved.
As the "Master Fuchen" of the Wu clan, she is much more familiar with the palace than he is. She followed Zhenren to meet the king and also went to Gaotai.
She can come and go in the harem freely, and I don't know how much more relaxed she is than him.
When people in the harem saw her, they were all respectful and polite. She had some relations with the sixth prince Wan Chen and Concubine Qi.
This pastry might have been brought from the palace of the Sixth Prince, or it might have been brought from the palace of Concubine Qi. But the information about him could only be revealed through Concubine Qi's mouth.
That kid Wan Chen won't speak for him. Ever since he banned Fuchen from interacting with Wan Chen, Wan Chen has been completely aggressive towards him.
Only a few people know Fuchen's identity as his sister.
This relationship was deeply suppressed in the palace, under the suspicion of royal power, and could not be known to the world.
Wan Fan didn't mind Fu Chen's hands and feet. In fact, her hands were very weak. Compared to him, it was just a mosquito pain.
Wan Fan was choking while eating the cake.
Fuchen reached out and handed over half a pear in his hand.
Wan Fan took the pear naturally, took half a pear in one mouthful, and threw it out the window.
Fuchen looked at Wanchang, his bones were protruding. His entire forehead looked like a hard stone.
The face also seems to be wider than ordinary people, with prominent cheekbones and frontal bones, strong contours, and dark skin.
A hardcore person.
"Brother, are you the cause of the Ji family's troubles?" Fuchen looked at Wan Fan and asked directly subconsciously.
The Ji family is located in the Jichuan area. They have always called themselves princes, but they divided their territories, did not worship various countries, and even launched their own separate genealogy (a family of their own).
Except for not being king, all the rules that a country should have are in place.
At the beginning of autumn, a locust plague broke out in Jichuan. A request for talents was issued, and anyone who could give suggestions for improvement would be advertised and given a thousand taels of gold.
It happened that Master Liusu (who wrote "Happiness" and wore a colorful skirt) was traveling through various countries and passed through Anyang, and was invited by the head of the Ji family to give him a treatment plan.
Master Liusu casually said, "Chickens eat locusts, so let's have a group of chicken fighters come and eat locusts."
The Ji family immediately bought chickens from various countries at high prices, especially fighting cocks.
But some time ago, there was a fever for offering sacrifices around Jichuan. It was said that chickens can protect you. The Anyang locust plague was caused by Anyang.
Yoshikawa did not believe in ghosts and gods, so he sent a plague of locusts to starve them all winter.
A chicken must be sacrificed.
There was even a chicken-eating competition, with some competing in chicken cooking, some competing in chicken-eating, and some competing in chicken-fighting.
Suddenly, the chicken became a cultural and entertainment icon.
The chicken soldiers invited by Yoshikawa passed through these areas, but they were all secretly put into the pen and let go. Some of them were even more arrogant and set fire to the chicken coop.
The first batch of chicken warriors did not arrive at Yoshikawa in time, and Yoshikawa suffered heavy losses. They spent money to buy rice and millet from various places and distributed them to survive the cold winter.
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen and asked, "Why do you doubt me?"
Fu Chen looked at Wan Fan. Over the years, Wan Fan had gained his own power, but Fu Chen didn't know the details.
Wanchang will say some things, but he will not explain everything. He will not take the initiative to explain. Only if you find out, for the purpose of education, he will tell you a thing or two.
In fact, Fuchen could clearly sense that he was secretly hiding his strength from himself.
She had been learning from Master Zhenren and was not very clear about some of his movements.
It's not very clear how he cultivated his power. We only know that he at least had an army at this time.
Without thinking, Fuchen put the blame on Wan Chen, "What he said. Anyang has no bad relations with any country. The surrounding countries have delicate relations. Anyang, as the central country, is a key point of stability. The surrounding countries will not be so stupid to destroy the balance.
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"But there are people who are at odds with the Ji family."
Fuchen looked straight at Wan Fan and looked into his eyes.
She knew how high-minded Wan Fan was, how ruthless his character was, and how paralyzed he was in many ways.
At only ten years old, his temperament and stature have grown steadily.
Wan Fan's eyes were flat and his face was expressionless, "When did I do evil with the Ji family?"
In the past two years, the eldest son of the Jiang Kingdom and the son of the Prime Minister of the Lu Kingdom have been keeping an eye on him because of their national relations.
On the other hand, there was no movement from the Ji family.
Fuchen frowned, "I remember, when my brother first entered school, the young master of the Ji family was always targeting us." He leaned forward and said, "Brother really doesn't care?"
Wan Fan stood up, took off his coat and threw himself on the bed.
Fuchen followed behind.
Wan bran lies on the hard board.
Fuchen climbed onto the bed, lay on Wanchang's chest, and said warmly, "Brother, I know you have hatred to avenge. But can you please not touch my master?"
Wan Fan adjusted his position with Fu Chen in his arms, hugging him to sleep, and said "hmm".
Fuchen knew that he couldn't get anything out of the question, he just hoped to get a promise.
She doesn't like dealing with "either/or" issues.
Master Zhenren was kind to her and taught her the craft with all his heart. Because of the prophecy, it was normal for Wan Fan to be angry with him.
Wanfan has always been a big furnace.
Fuchen huddled in his arms for warmth, still a small one, "If one day you want to attack the Wu Clan (the country's force), let me handle it, okay?"
She didn't want a backyard fire to happen.
Wan Fan rubbed her head to comfort her, closed his eyes and said, "You are the future princess and the future great wizard. The Witch Clan is your power, and I will not move. Go to sleep."
Fuchen laughed and hummed a tune with his eyes open.
Wan Cang's sleeping face gradually relaxed.
He kept feeling that the people around him were asleep, so Fuchen relaxed his mind, yawned, and adjusted his body to prepare for sleep.
In the middle of the night, "Dong, dong, dong", someone knocked on the door softly.
Fuchen was sleeping soundly when he heard the sound and stood up suddenly. Behind him, Wan Fan had already gotten out of bed and took out a knife in his hand.
After three years of assassination, vigilance has formed a physical reaction.
Wanchang cat waist quietly passed by.
"who?"
Assassins don't knock on the door.
Fuchen stared at the door and window, put on his shoes, and was ready to escape at any time.
