Chapter 341 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 36
When the first snow fell, the Prime Minister's Mansion in the ancient city held a snow appreciation banquet.
This event is called Snow Appreciation, but it is actually a sorority party for men and women to pair up.
As the "adult" of the Wu clan, Fuchen cannot appear in any political scenes in principle.
But Wan Chen and Wan Hui invited her to play together at the same time.
When Fuchen entered the palace, he was often invited to play by them.
Wan Hui and Wan Chen are the main rivals for the throne.
The actual eldest son Wan Fan, as the person predicted by the king and the great wizard to destroy the country, was excluded from the right to inherit the throne from the beginning.
Wan Hui and Wan Fan are the same age (10 years old). As the eldest son, he was born to a noble concubine. He is elegant, brave and resourceful, and already has leadership skills at a young age.
Wan Chen is 8 years old, the son of a beloved concubine. He is brave and powerful, a genius in military strategy. He has been trained by three generals and is also a competitive prince.
The princess's legitimate son, the third prince, is 8 years old, has no ability, and has no sense of existence.
Except when they were in school when they were young, Wan Fan and Fu Chen rarely met the third prince.
Wan Hui and Wan Chen both want to win over Fu Chen.
After all, she is the future Grand Wizard. In name, she cannot interfere in politics, but in fact, the Grand Wizard sometimes has veto power.
One of her prophecies can interfere with the heir to the throne, just like the current prophecy of the great wizard Sadato, which directly excludes Wan Fan's throne and life.
In addition, the influence of the great wizard can directly affect the appeal of the king.
Fuchen held two invitations and looked at the great wizard Zhenren aside.
He is still dressed in purple, and there are almost no traces of five years on his body.
"master……"
Zhenren looked at Fuchen and warned, "We need to stay away from political situations. If you join the struggle for royal power, it will only bring death."
Fuchen lowered his eyes, he couldn't help but participate.
"You shouldn't get involved in your brother's affairs." Zhenren had already seen that Fuchen was ready to take action on the Sage Academy's study tour, "Just wait and see what happens."
"Witches should not get involved in mundane affairs. We are God's messengers."
Of course Fuchen knew that it would be good for him to keep a distance from Wanchang.
Wanchang became the king, and with the king as her back, she naturally had supreme honor.
He failed to become king and was killed. She was also the great wizard of the country, respected by thousands of people.
She just needs to keep her distance, not to be public, not to cater to, not to participate.
"Master, the Witch Clan has come out a long time ago. Whether this is a prosperous age or a troubled time, if you don't take advantage of it at this time, you will have no place for yourself." Fuchen said, raising his head and looking into Zhenren's eternally indifferent eyes.
"The position of the witch people is in jeopardy. The Zhuge family, the Lu family, the Ji family... all have a backlog of positions in the witch clan."
"The royal power suppresses the glory of the witch."
“Standing on the shore and watching the snipe and clams fighting, there is a possibility of getting wet by the water splash.”
"You can never live alone."
Fuchen lowered his head and touched his heart, "My heart goes out to my brother. Looking at him from afar, I can't feel at ease."
Zhenren looked at the floating dust indifferently, turned his head, and looked at the sky in the distance.
"Everyone's mission is different. My mission is to protect the status of shamans."
"Your mission is probably to stabilize the world."
Fuchen listened calmly and said nothing.
Zhenren waved his hand, "Go and complete your mission."
Fuchen took the invitation, took off his purple shaman clothes, and put on his regular clothes.
Fuchen was waiting outside the palace.
A blue carriage drove out of the palace gate, opened the window, "Sir!"
Fuchen turned around and saw Wan Chen waving his hand.
As the sixth prince, Wan Chen is four and a half feet tall (one meter four), a head taller than Fu Chen.
Fuchen climbed up and looked at Wan Chen's brocade clothes, "Why did you go to such a banquet?"
Wan Chen smiled brightly and looked at Fu Chen, "I want to hang out with you because I'm bored. The new year is coming soon and we will study abroad next year, so we won't have time to hang out together."
Fu Chen was speechless, her purpose of going was Wan Fan. But she could not appear next to Wan Fan.
Wan Chen handed over a set of clothes, and the carriage stopped at a certain place. Wan Chen got out of the car and Fu Chen changed his clothes.
The carriage drove slowly and arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Entering the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Fuchen felt the prosperity.
The practice of shamans requires closeness to nature and the feeling of gods. Asceticism and separation from the world are the basic conditions.
Wanbang's courtyard and the small courtyard of Sage Academy are not luxurious places.
Even though the palace is frequented, one cannot wander around randomly. Life will be in danger.
Compared with these, the Prime Minister's Mansion is as luxurious as a heavenly mansion.
Fuchen followed Wan Chen in.
Young men and women gathered together in the backyard atrium, chatting and laughing. Fuchen looked at the gathering of noble young masters and ladies with a calm expression.
She observed silently, if Wan Fan had not had that prophecy, how noble and majestic would he be as the eldest son of a powerful country?
But now, if you don't fight with him, he won't even joke.
Fuchen remembered Wan Fan's laughter, and also remembered how cowardly he was when he was afraid of ghosts, and even remembered his usual coldness... But she also knew that Wan Fan's expression behind his back was even more ruthless.
Since the assassination of the great king, lives have been piling up in Wanchang's hands one by one.
Even Fuchen, only 5 years old, still has 46 lives in his hands.
In order to save herself, she called the snakes to kill a group of killers. In order to escape time, she also put poisonous incense.
She stood beside Wan Fan and was forced to participate in the political struggle, which already had a backlog of lives.
Fuchen looked at these aristocratic children who were smiling cheerfully, elegantly, dignifiedly or mischievously, and felt that they came from under their feet and were really dirt and chaff.
When the nobles saw Wan Chen and Fuchen, they bowed their heads and greeted, "Your Highness, the Sixth Prince, Mr. Fuchen."
Fuchen nodded, not lingering, and his eyes wandered around to find his brother Wan Fan.
To enjoy the snow today, the Prime Minister's Mansion invited all the disciples of the Sage Academy.
The eldest prince Wan Fan was also carefully invited.
He had never been invited into the aristocratic circle of the ancient city. So he wanted to see what medicine the Prime Minister was selling in his gourd.
There are many young men and women of marriageable age in the Prime Minister's residence, six or seven of them, all of whom are ready for engagement.
Fuchen looked around and found Wan Fan in the backyard. He opened his mouth to shout, but suddenly realized and followed Wan Fan's line of sight. He saw a girl sitting on the waterside pavilion opposite the small pond.
The girl is wearing a black dress, with a smile on her face like a hibiscus flower, and she is pure and a little sinister.
Black hibiscus flower.
Oh ho.
Fuchen hid behind a tree and watched.
Wan Fan glanced back, obviously seeing her, but turned back to look at the girl.
The girl obviously saw him, nodded and said hello to him, then turned around and walked to the right. She walked with a certain wind, not like a lady.
He didn't move much, his eyes followed the woman.
The red luan star moves!
Fuchen was convinced that Wan Fan was attracted to this girl!
Fuchen didn't come forward to say hello, so the two of them had to stay out of the way and pretended they didn't know each other when they met.
Wan Fan pretended not to see her, turned around and walked away in the direction of the girl.
After Wan Fan left, Fu Chen came out, sat on the big rock, looked at the waterside pavilion opposite, and thought about things.
"Fuchen." Wan Chen came over and walked on the cobblestone road.
Fuchen pointed at a girl with a back figure who hadn't gone far and said, "Then, who is that? Do you know her?"
Just as Wan Chen was about to open his mouth, a loud noise came from the opposite side to the left.
"Hahaha."
"...a talented man and a beautiful woman..."
Fuchen sat on the stone, his eyes moving accordingly.
Wan Chen came closer, looked over, and explained, "You just said that she should be General Yang's legitimate daughter. Yang Yiren is 13 years old. She is also of marriageable age."
His eyes were fixed on the crowd walking on the water corridor opposite. The two people in front were very eye-catching.
Wan Chen looked at it and said calmly, "The second brother and the Prime Minister's daughter are walking together. They must have fallen in love."
Fuchen looked at it indifferently, not very interested.
Today's protagonists are the prime minister's children and the prince.
The king's body is obviously prone to discomfort.
The average life span of Chinese people is only thirty or forty years.
The life span of nobles is longer, only forty or fifty years old.
The king is already thirty-three years old. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has reached his age.
Because life span is limited, people will get married early and have children.
Next year's study tour is about to begin, and the DPRK and China cannot be left alone. Marriage is the best course of action.
Fuchen was bored, raised his right foot, supported his head with his hand, and looked at everything like the fallen leaves by the pool. His eyes were indifferent.
Everyone knows everything about the palace and court, there is nothing to see.
Wan Chen looked at Fuchen, "Fuchen, have you... ever thought about being with me..."
Fuchen glanced over and waited.
Everyone at the waterside pavilion opposite saw Fu Chen and stood still and bowed.
Fuchen's eyes immediately turned back, he put his feet down and stood still, nodding lightly in return.
Wan Chen's words also stopped abruptly.
The crowd turned around the waterside pavilion and came here.
When Wan Hui saw the two of them, his gaze lingered on Wan Chen for a few seconds, then he looked at Fu Chen and said with a warm smile, "Master Fu Chen, I wonder if you can see if we are a good match?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the noble girl next to her lowered her eyebrows to hide her smile, then looked up at Fu Chen. Her smile was shy but not timid.
The love between young men and women does not need to be secretive.
Fuchen looked at the two of them. The man was gentle and smiling like a spring breeze; the woman was stunningly beautiful, gentle and generous, truly capable of being a "talented man and a beautiful woman".
But this is not something she can participate in.
She is only 5 years old now and has just become the heir, so she cannot be too pushy.
She cannot participate in this marriage.
Fuchen said calmly, "I have just learned witchcraft and my knowledge is shallow. I dare not talk about the marriage between the two."
Wan Chen lowered his head and looked at Fuchen, his smile unchanged, "Then I wonder if I can ask Master Fuchen for his blessing?"
Blessing is not a prediction or a prophecy.
Fuchen looked at him, and he looked at his own smile. He was kind, maybe not malicious, but he also had a back-up plan.
With her blessing, outsiders need to consider how much their marriage requires.
If there is an accident in the future, she will need to come to the rescue.
"Second brother, you two are talented and beautiful people made in heaven." Wan Chen blessed, "Sixth brother hereby wishes you a hundred years of love and love, and your auspicious stars will shine brightly to create brilliance."
Wan Hui said "Thank you", his eyes still fixed on Fu Chen.
Fuchen looked at Wan Chen's face indifferently, his eyebrows were gentle, but he was determined to win. He said, "I wish you two harmonious music and a happy son and daughter."
Wan Chen smiled broadly and bowed, "Thank you, sir, for your blessing."
The women next to me also bowed and said, "Thank you, sir, for your blessing."
The people behind him followed suit and bowed.
Fuchen sighed in his heart, not wanting to participate, but still getting involved in the government affairs.
