Chapter 348 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 43
Go to the room on the ground floor and open the window. Behind the Deyue Tower is the residential area. The bright moon hangs high, and the disk hangs on the low roof ridge, as if it is within reach.
Deyue Tower... does have a bit of a meaning of "Deyue".
Dust lay on the windowsill.
Buckets filled with hot water have been delivered. Wan Fan is taking a bath behind the screen. After three consecutive days of long trekking, his body already smells of sour sweat.
The floating dust is refreshing and refreshing, nothing dirty at all.
She yawned and asked the waiter to bring hot water.
After a while, small wooden buckets for children were delivered. Hot water was also quickly supplied.
Sitting in the hot water, Fuchen fell asleep in a daze. She felt Wanjian dry her body and throw it on the bed. She snuggled into the quilt, and the cat continued to sleep inside.
The spring is cold and cold.
When I woke up in the morning, I could feel a cold current flowing outside the quilt. I didn't dare to show my head.
Fuchen huddled in the bed, unwilling to move.
Wan Fan was also sleeping in next to him. He felt too hot, so the quilt only covered the soles of his feet and his belly button. Most of them were pressed against Fu Chen's body.
At the door, the waiter knocked on the door and announced, "Sir, someone has come to the inn to invite Princess Xianglan's distinguished guest."
Wan Fan raised his head and grabbed Fu Chen out of the bed, "Go early and come back early."
Fuchen was still lazing when he was suddenly exposed to the cold current, and his body immediately shrank into a ball, shivering.
With my mind completely clear, I grabbed my clothes and got back under the covers to put them on.
The clothes are all cold.
Fuchen shrank in bed for a long time before he felt he had the courage to go out.
"It's too cold." Fuchen complained.
Wan Fan turned his back and paid no attention to it. According to the plan, he was leaving today. Fu Chen had something to do and was delayed. Wan Fan was idle on the contrary, and he just wanted to get enough sleep at the moment.
Fuchen's friendship with Concubine Qi is something Wanchang knows about.
Concubine Qi met the king by chance in the garden and became favored again. The past two years have been fruitful. Fuchen often sneaks over to eat and drink.
Among the concubines in the harem, Fuchen was the only one who had a good relationship with her.
Wan Fan slept all morning, waiting for Fu Chen to come back.
In the afternoon, Wan Fan went out to do some shopping. When he came back, he happened to encounter the floating dust coming off the carriage.
"elder brother."
Wan Fan said "Hmm" and prepared to enter the "Deyue Tower".
"I have something, do you think you can take it with you?"
Wanchang looked over.
The attendant turned the horse's head to reveal "something" pulled behind: a carriage.
Wan Fan: "..."
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen.
Fuchen raised his head and said with a smile, "We can change it to a carriage. Or we can ask them to take it to a designated place and give it to me when the time comes."
Wanchang said nothing.
Fuchen continued, "These are the dowry of Princess Xianglan (Concubine Qi). She didn't take much with her when she left. She asked me to hold the sign and I can take whatever is in the dowry as I please."
Wan Fan: "Let's take a carriage." Send it to Lu State, but you may not get it.
I hurried to Qi State because I knew the Ji family would arrest people.
But Lu Guo and Wan Fan do not believe in this wild dog-like country.
Wan Fan packed his things, prepared enough food and grass, and rode out of the city on his carriage.
If you have a green card, you don’t need to pay any more money.
It only takes two days to get from Kangcheng in the state of Qi to the border of the mainland by horseback.
Wan Fan spent five days on the road, walking slowly.
When we arrived at the border of Qi State, we simply found an empty house in a small village to stay in.
The two of them changed into coarse cloth clothes.
Wanchang gathered grass to feed the horses and went into the mountains to hunt.
The floating dust goes into the mountains to collect herbs.
The two of them stayed in the village for seven leisurely days, watching the horses galloping past at the intersection at the foot of the mountain, counting the number of people, and counting the days.
Finally, when Wan Fan felt that the time was almost up, he began to equip the carriage.
The two large boxes of Fuchen are the main objects.
Wan Fan stared at the box, "Will your things be affected if they get wet? Or will they be contaminated if they are contaminated with smell?"
Fuchen looked up at him, not quite understanding.
Wan Fan took out a big cloth bag and said, "Change into this outfit." He turned around and carried the rotten dustpan out.
In front of the dilapidated mud house, Fuchen packed priceless treasures in cloth bags.
After waiting for a while, I saw Wan Fan carrying a lot of dried cow dung. After a while, he also carried a lot more. The yard was immediately filled with cow dung.
In winter, farmers will also burn dried cow dung. This thing is large in quantity and is also a kind of farm manure, which is also a treasure.
Fuchen looked at Wanchang and wondered, "Although cow dung is a medicine, it doesn't need such a large amount."
Wan Bran used a fork to spread the dried cow dung and piled it on the carriage. After the good carriage had been exposed to wind and rain, it was almost impossible to see its original appearance.
"Is it packed?" Wan Fan took a look and saw that the contents in the dust bag were mostly medicinal materials. There were many ginseng, scorpions, and strange jewelry, which may be related to witchcraft.
Fuchen nodded.
Wan Fan threw the bag at the bottom of the carriage, surrounded it with cloth strips, and began to pile cow dung on it.
The car was filled with cow dung.
Wan Fan picked up two pieces of cloth from somewhere and put on one himself. There were patches and holes on the body.
Fuchen's piece is obviously too big. Even if you put it on, you can't stretch your hands out.
"Cold." Fuchen shrank.
Wan Fan took out the small quilt from the dilapidated house. It was a new quilt bought from a farmer's house for ten copper coins. It was the price of a pig.
"You can build this."
The quilt was placed next to the dried cow dung, just enough for the floating dust to lie sideways, so I slept with my legs curled up.
After packing everything, Wan Fan sat in the front and drove away.
Fuchen huddled under the quilt to keep warm, his body was still cold, and his breath was filled with the smell of cow dung.
Although my body was finally warm, my feet were still cold and bone-chilling, my head was boiling, and the smell of cow dung was overwhelming my nose.
Hurry and shrink back.
After holding it in for a while, Fu Chen felt the bumps of the car in the dark quilt environment.
Many stones rolled into the sunken track on the dirt road, causing the carriage to bump from side to side.
Piles of dried cow dung fell one by one on the quilt.
Fu Chen lifted up the quilt and opened the small window in front of him. Wan Fan was on his way in thin single clothes.
"Brother." Fuchen shouted as he lay on the small window.
The carriage made a loud noise, but Wan Fan didn't say anything.
People who practice martial arts have good ears.
Fuchen just called out and didn't think anything. He stepped on the quilt, blew the wind, and lay down on the small window to watch people and the scenery.
In this mode, I don't care whether it's for survival or dealing with Lu's strategy. I just feel that these days are so simple that I feel at ease.
The carriage stopped after a while.
Wanchang turned around and asked, "Do you want to pee?"
Fuchen shook his head.
Wanchang looked at her.
Fuchen stretched out his hand.
Fuchen is not fat, and the small window is just big enough for her.
Wan Fan took her out from the small window and took out the quilt.
"My feet are very cold." Fuchen said.
Wan Fan lowered his head, wrapped his little feet with his big hands, and kneaded them.
Fuchen's feet were covered with cold air. He covered the soles of his feet with his palms, as if they were wrapped in a stove. The warmth from the soles of his feet relieved the shivers in his heart.
In the Wu tribe, someone would warm her bed and give her Tangpozi (a copper flat pot filled with hot water and wrapped with a layer of cloth to prevent burns).
She doesn't remember much about things before she was 2 years old. In her impression, before she was 2 years old, she slept with her upper body on Wanchang's belly. She was on crutches, and she had to put one on her feet to keep out the cold.
In the countryside these days, I also put the quilt and feet on Wanchang's body first, and then wrap myself up tightly to sleep.
Fuchen wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, his body couldn't stop trembling, and he stared at his feet, which were getting comfortable.
Wan Fan took out a piece of rope and stood up the floating dust.
Fuchen immediately lay on Wanchang's back, grabbing the quilt on his body. Wanchang tied himself and Fuchen with a rope to make a small backpack. Fuchen huddled his head under the quilt.
The car started running again.
Wan Fan was sitting on the carriage, with Fu Chen holding him behind him.
Fuchen felt the warmth coming from his unlined clothes and sniffed, feeling warm.
