Chapter 372 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 67
Fuchen did not reject Wan Chen and looked towards the cliff.
The snake leads a straight path, going directly from the vines to the opposite side.
Fuchen was thinking about how to get there.
I found the root system of the big tree among the vines, tied two vines around my waist, and climbed along the roots to the other side. I followed the snake all the way forward.
Wan Chen silently followed Fu Chen, helping to block him if there was any danger.
After collecting medicine on the cliff, the floating dust quickly went back. We didn't go back until dark.
Fuchen gave the medicine to the wizard, boiled it, and gave it to Zhenren.
Staying by Zhenren's side, watching him have a fever, lowering the fever, bleeding, and drinking medicine... After taking care of him in silence for two days, Zhenren got better. But the toxins in his body were still there, and most of them were hollowed out. From now on, he can only be nourished.
Can't work too hard.
Fuchen stared at Zhenren's cold face from beginning to end without saying a word. Occasionally Wanchen would make a joke and say a few words, but Zhenren could still deal with it.
Fuchen watched the conversation between the two and had no reaction. He was in the Wu Clan, so no one would report his whereabouts, and no one would come to catch him.
At the end of August, Wan Fan returned to the capital.
Fuchen stood on the city gate and looked at the opponent riding a high horse. Even a suit of armor could not stop his strong back and waist. His hair and beard were thick, his eyebrows were too dark, and he had a strong aura, making him look like he was not easy to mess with.
We haven’t seen each other for two years, and we are very unfamiliar.
Sensing the sight, Wan Fan raised his head and saw the floating dust above the city gate. The little girl had also grown taller, and her thin face no longer had the childishness, but there was a sadness that did not belong to a young person.
Wan Fan waved his hand.
The dust goes down.
The soldier led a horse and placed it next to Wanchang.
Wan Fan stared at Fu Chen with bright eyes, waiting for Fu Chen's greeting.
Fuchen nodded as a wizard, "Meet the king."
Wan Fan said, "Mount the horse." His voice was still cheerful as a young man's.
Fuchen mounted his horse and rode alongside him.
Wan Fan asked, "How have you been these past few years?"
Fuchen said calmly, "The life of the Wu clan is boring. The palace is also very empty. It's not as good as my brother who is fighting and busy." He turned around and looked at Wanjian, "I heard that my brother Tu set fire to the grassland?"
Wanchang only responded, "If you don't fight the beast, you don't know who its master is."
Fuchen sighed in his heart and shut up.
The two of them were silent on the way from the city gate to the palace gate, looking forward instead of looking around them.
After walking to the palace gate, Wan Fan suddenly led Fu Chen and left alone. Fu Chen didn't resist and just followed.
The road is the most common road in my memory. The long palace road leads to the two people's former residence, Leng Palace. After they moved to Liyuan, the forest behind Leng Palace was also a secret meeting place for the two.
Wanchang moved forward without stopping. He walked slowly, as if he was just walking.
But Fuchen felt guilty. Two years of longing and worry completely exploded after seeing Leng Gong. He opened his arms and hugged Wanchang and couldn't help but cry, "Brother."
Wan Fan lowered his head, looking at the dust that still only reached his stomach, and reached out to rub her head.
"Brother, I'm sorry." Fuchen cried.
Wan Fan knelt down and stared at Fu Chen carefully, the silent light in his eyes flowing like water. In an instant, the distance between their hearts became closer. The feeling of being a child came to his face.
This is her brother, her brother Wanjian.
Fuchen cried and held Wanchang's head.
Wan Fan said calmly, "Who bullied you?"
Fuchen shook his head and sobbed, "I'm scared." He said about the loneliness of the past two years, "I'm scared to be here alone."
In the past, she just studied with Zhenren and didn't need to bear anything. Wan Fan would occasionally send something back.
Now, the relationship between Zhenren and her is indifferent. She needs to worry about many things, including the court, the witch clan, Zhenren, and the safety of her brother... Wanfan is far away in the horizon, and there are few letters. Fuchen only feels that he is alone in this time and space.
Know what to hold on to.
It feels very uncomfortable to be forced to keep struggling and keep tense.
Wan Fan stared at Fuchen, seeming to see Fuchen in his childhood, crying and squeamish.
Wanchang wiped away the tears under his eyes with his thumb, and the rough calluses took away a little pain. "Don't be afraid. I am the king now. Whatever I have, you have."
Wan Fan continued walking holding Fu Chen, one big and one small, just like the way he held little Fu Chen when he was a child.
"Brother, Wan Chen is in the Wu clan." Fuchen took the initiative to explain, "Zhenren... he seems to have gone to the mausoleum."
The poisons he used are more suitable for use in mausoleums to prepare for grave diggers.
"The two of them are involved. Zhenren went to Lu Chayan to talk to him and wanted to win over him. I watched. My brother tried it out and then gave him a heavy responsibility." When it comes to Wan Fan's explanation, Fu Chenbin is unambiguous.
The two of them were walking on the way to the Liyuan Garden. There were no masters in the entire palace. There were a lot of empty courtyards. The tree canopy peeking out was like a puppy waiting for its owner.
Wan Fan rubbed her head and offered support.
"I went to collect herbs and hung on the cliff. Wan Chen rescued me and fell in love with me. I didn't refuse. I wanted to know what tricks he was going to use." Fuchen looked up at Wan Fan's profile.
Wan Fan disagreed, "Why don't you take action to solve it?" He warned Fu Chen in a deep voice, "Love makes people crazy and makes them lose themselves."
Fuchen sneered, "Brother, love in the palace is so cheap. Calculating profits, hiding tricks, pretending to be infatuated while being sober."
"Destroying the person directly is the fastest and easiest way." Wan Fan said, "I ordered to send troops to kill him."
Fuchen grabbed Wanchang's hand and held the words in his mouth.
Wan Fan looked at her quietly.
Fuchen hesitated, shook his head, and after a while, he begged, "Brother, my master... can you just leave it to me? He has taken me under my wing for many years, and he has finally become a master and a disciple."
Wan Fan did not agree, turned around and continued forward, changing the subject, "Have you decided on the name of the princess?"
Fuchen felt a pain in his heart, but it didn't show on his face, "Not yet."
"How about the beautiful princess?"
"No!" Fuchen immediately resisted, "It's too tacky." He reacted, "You have a beautiful idea. I treat you as my brother, but you want to be my father. We are only 5 years apart!"
"Besides, I am from the Wu clan. Didn't you violate a taboo by making me a princess? It's time for those ministers to say something." Fuchen analyzed.
Wan Fan said: "I don't care."
"No!" Fuchen was also very tough, "We must hide our relationship and reduce unnecessary trouble. Even if no one in the court dares to object, we can't cause one more trouble."
Resistance is futile.
The next day, Fuchen received a national announcement. Nine days later, on September 9th, Wan Lang officially ascended the throne and was given the title of his choice, "The Great King of Power"!
At the same time, Fuchen appeared on the stage as a princess and was given the title "Da Mei" and called "Princess Da Mei"!
Damn it.
Fuchen's scalp exploded as he looked at this shocking name.
This is too vulgar.
Fuchen rushed over and found Wan Nang who was approving a document in the palace. He raised his foot and kicked on the table, "I said I won't be a princess, don't you understand?"
The thick pear wood only swayed slightly, and the brush and ink in Wan Fan's hand spattered on the bamboo slips.
Wan Fan was silent, putting down his pen and staring at the floating dust.
Fuchen was displeased and pointed at Wanchang, "I don't care! I won't go! You withdraw it!"
Of course it's impossible.
Wan Fan picked up the pen and ink and let Fu Chen do whatever he wanted. On September 9th, Fu Chen was stared at by Wan Fan. He put on a heavy hat and layers of clothes, followed Wan Fan three steps, and walked on the steps of the high platform step by step.
superior.
Behind him are hundreds of civil and military officials.
In the territory of Wanguo, Wanchang and Fuchen truly stood at the top of power.