Chapter 342 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 37
Wan Hui left with everyone, and he still had to deal with everyone's congratulations.
With Fuchen's blessing, this marriage, which was originally intended by the man and woman and brought together by the two families, is almost a certainty.
Wan Chen was displeased and pulled Fu Chen along, "Second brother is so disgusting, I have to force you."
Fuchen shook his head, unable to say.
She felt that the second prince seemed to have a premonition of something. This time, it seemed a bit... uncertain, so I should leave it as a backup plan.
She also has some friendship with Wan Hui, so she only wishes him blessings.
"Um..." Wan Chen hesitated, as if he had something to think about.
Fuchen was thinking about Wanchang and got up to take a look.
"Fuchen, I want to ask..." Wan Chen just opened his mouth and saw Fuchen leave quickly.
Fuchen turned around and said, "I'll go for a walk myself, you can do your work first." After saying that, he went straight to the right, following Wanchang's footsteps.
Wan Chen: "..."
In the backyard, Fuchen walked around and around, looking at this overly gorgeous back garden.
She didn't like to deal with people, so she had to socialize with people when she saw them. They had to bow to others, and she had to remain dignified, so as not to lose the face of the witch clan. So she simply stayed away.
By hiding, I got lost and didn't know where to go.
Sitting in the pavilion, waiting to rest.
"Floating dust." Someone shouted.
Fuchen turned around and saw that it was Wan Hui and he was alone, and he was a little confused.
"I'm going to change my clothes. Why are you here by yourself?" The two of them were alone, and Wan Hui's conversation became much more relaxed.
Fuchen lay on the railing, "It's okay."
"You," he paused, "will you enter the mortal world?"
Fuchen raised his eyes, unsure of what he meant.
"Will you consider finding a man to marry in the future?" Wan Hui asked.
Fuchen raised his head and looked at Wan Hui.
"Sixth brother is very protective of you." Wan Hui said, "You can consider staying with him."
Fuchen turned his head and judged: the first sentence is true and the second sentence is false.
Wan Hui doesn't want her to be with Wan Chen.
Everyone knows that if the other half is a great wizard, the status of the king may be pushed to an unprecedented level.
Because of this, no one would let the great wizard marry the great king.
Everyone wants to be the unique "king". But there is only one great wizard who is marriageable.
Rather than creating a chaotic situation, it would be better for the great wizard to kick him out directly and not participate in the struggle for royal power.
This is also the consistent practice of the Witch Clan. You can marry, but you cannot marry princes and princesses.
"Children of the Wu clan require holiness. Holiness comes from the heart, not from the body." Fuchen said. He changed his words, "Brother, I am only 5 years old."
She didn't say much. She had already been tricked and didn't want to be led around.
"He probably thinks that I saved his life and is just protecting me a little." Fuchen said, lowered his head, continued to support his head, and looked at the dead trees outside the pavilion, "If anything happens, he will do what ordinary people do.
The right choice.”
So boring.
Even the shape of dead wood becomes interesting.
Wan Hui didn't say much. He stood in the pavilion in silence for a while and then left.
Fuchen sat until he felt sleepy and couldn't find Wanchang, so he thought about leaving. When he went out, he met Wanchen who had been waiting for him.
"Fuchen." Wan Chen greeted with a smile.
"Yeah." Fuchen looked at him calmly.
With Wan Hui's words, Fu Chen began to consider keeping some distance from Wan Chen.
Her gaze was too light, and Wan Chen immediately noticed something and took a step forward, "Fuchen, did someone say something to you?"
The dust is silent.
"I like you." Wan Chen spoke like a firecracker, his eyes clear and direct, "If you want to consider a man's marriage in the future, you can consider me first."
Fuchen tilted his head and looked at Wan Chen in disbelief. He slowly blinked his eyes a few times to digest the matter.
Looking at Wan Chen, he didn't quite understand, "Do you know what liking is?"
Childhood sweetheart, did you like it when you were a child?
She suddenly admired their brains.
"I feel like I just like you. I will also like you in the future." Wan Chen opened his mouth, and finally his words were not conclusive, but more like the confident momentum of a young man.
Can you say that Wanhui who has successfully dated will definitely know how to like her?
People like them, no matter how small, first understand that they are powerful.
If you really like someone and fall in love, just marry them as a concubine or lover.
Same for men and women.
Marriage is life, politics, integrated utilization of resources, and a win-win situation.
A lover likes you, it is a lover's affectionate concubine's intentional love and affection, and it is also an ignorant love that has not experienced the wind and rain.
Fuchen didn't take it seriously, got in the car, changed back into his clothes, and walked back by himself.
"Fuchen. I'm serious." Wan Chen followed behind, emphasized once and stopped talking, and followed silently.
The night is dark.
Wan Fan heard a sound in a remote courtyard outside the city.
"The soul is back!"
"If you go away from your constant stem, what are the four directions?"
"It would be unlucky to leave the king's place of happiness."
"The soul is back! Don't trust me in the East."
"A man of thousands of years has grown up, but his soul is only a few."
It's not unusual to chant a soul song.
What's strange is the sound.
Wan Fan quietly climbed over the high wall to find the source of the sound. He climbed up a tree and watched silently.
In the small courtyard, a small man led a large man in a circle, talking repeatedly.
"In ten days, the generation will come out, and there will be more gold and stones."
"They all get used to it, and their souls will be released after they die."
"Come back! You can't rely on me."
"The soul is back! The south cannot stop."
"The carvings are inscribed with black teeth, and human flesh is obtained for sacrifice, and their bones are used as mounds."
One set after another, very smooth.
It is indeed the sound of floating dust. The people below are indeed floating dust.
Wan Fan watched as she led others to sing and dance, saying something.
During the subsequent discussion, the two of them obviously spoke softly, as if they knew he was coming.
Wan Fan watched wantonly, and when the man left, Wan Fan was about to follow him - "Brother."
A shout stopped him.
Wan Nang came down, looked at Fu Chen covered in a black cloak, and asked, "Whose soul are you chasing?"
Fuchen smiled without saying a word and stretched out his hand.
Wan Fan picked up the person and led him back, "Will you tell me the information about your army?"
Wanchang said nothing.
Even though they are brothers and sisters, living in different places for a long time has given them their own little secrets.
The unspeakable secret.
Fuchen opened his mouth and changed the subject, "I'm going to the Prime Minister's Mansion today. That girl is General Yang's legitimate daughter, Yang Yiren. I also read her horoscopes for you, she's quite suitable."
Wan Fan said, "You gave Wan Hui a blessing today and got involved in their marriage. The king is not satisfied with this marriage, but because of your blessing and considering the attitude of the Wu clan, I guess he will agree."
It turned out that the king was not satisfied.
Fuchen was surprised, "Don't he need the second prince to fight for power?"
"He is just slightly unwell right now and probably doesn't want anyone to take his place right away," Wan Fan said.
Fuchen listened, wondering how credible this statement was.
This is true and true.
But it may not be the main reason.
The other party gives an irrelevant reason as a reason, which is called confusing things.
This can't be called lying, it can be called disturbing the line of sight.
It's time for them to think twice before speaking.
Tired of the dust, I struggled to clear away the chaff, walked on my own, and returned to the Wu Clan - there, at least I was more sincere to myself.
Wan Fan silently watched Fu Chen walk away without saying a word.
