Chapter 375 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 70
Fuchen sat under the bed, with his head lying on the edge of the bed.
Wan Fan fell asleep quickly. He used powder to cover the bruises under his eyes. After wiping them off, he could see heavy bags under his eyes. It was probably because he had not slept properly for the past half month.
Fuchen stood up, found a servant to bring him some food, and asked some questions.
The palace people don't know, this is normal.
"But..." the manager hesitated.
Fuchen raised his hand, "Just tell me. If anything happens, I'll help you."
"The king has already killed many concubines." The steward raised his eyes and looked at Fu Chen.
The chopsticks in Fuchen's hand stopped.
The steward immediately knelt down and said urgently, "The king kept this matter secret, and basically only I and the guards who handled it knew about it."
How could it be hidden?
If a concubine dies, how big of a thing can be hidden?
They are all spies or interest groups sent by various countries, so how can they not interfere?
"How many died? Which one is the biggest?" Fuchen asked with a sinking heart.
The steward responded, "Eighteen of them died. The concubine Mei Fei sent by Jiang State was the first to die."
The dancing girl, the beauty Jiang Meier who looks forward to her glory.
Fuchen remembered this person and had seen her dance many times. She was really a delicate and charming flower, making people lovable.
One thing came to mind, "Yang Yiren... no, her name is Taohua now. How is she?"
She is Wan Fan's first love, so there shouldn't be any problems.
Subconsciously, the person most likely to be her sister-in-law is this heroic general woman.
"Concubine Tao has nothing to do. She was thrown into prison after sleeping with her." The manager evaded the important and took the easy.
Fuchen knew clearly that he definitely didn't know what happened in the palace. Wan Fan protected his personal privacy very well and would not expose his weaknesses, preferences, and temperament.
Yang Yiren's martial arts skills allowed him to escape Wan Fan's killing move, but he was also imprisoned by Wan Fan who regained his sanity.
This man must die because he knows Wan Fan’s secret.
But you can't die in his hands for no reason, as it will easily reveal Wan Nang's secret. You can only deal with it with another reason.
"When was Concubine Tao imprisoned?"
"Three days ago."
Fuchen nodded and asked the manager to step back. He ate by himself and thought about things.
After eating, I returned to the bedside and found a mattress to lean on.
When Wan Fan is restless, even if he falls asleep, the dust will not leave the house, so as to give him a sufficient sense of security.
She is there, always there, and the sense of security is never far away.
The floating dust lay on the floor to sleep.
He slept until night, and Wan Fan was still sleeping. When the dust started to rise, he lit a candle and looked through the bamboo slips on his desk.
There is constant friction between the forces of various countries.
There are constant troubles in the three cities that Jiang Guo took back.
There were voices opposing Wanchang from all over the country, and they continued to condemn and raise troops to visit, but they were all quickly suppressed.
The ministers expressed concern about Wanchang's health during this period and directly asked about the son's heir.
If I read more, I could find a few pieces of information asking about Fuchen's identity and how she became the beautiful princess.
There are also many flatterers who want money, want money to repair this, and want money to raise soldiers and horses.
Someone paid for it!
Casino Profit – Casino?!
Fu Chen took a closer look and saw that the bamboo slips only said that the 6-city home court now belongs to Wanguo. The profits of the casinos are getting bigger and bigger. They have continued to suppress and annex other casinos, and now they are almost the only one. The profit in the past six months has been two million silver.
Fuchen recalled his experience when he and Wan Fan went to Liu City. Where did he hide Qi's treasures? Where were those children transported?
It turns out that there is also a casino there. Bandits may not be enough to rob, and there are casinos to support them.
Fuchen looked at it leisurely and felt sleepy, so he went to lie down for a while.
Wan Fan slept for a long time, sleeping for ten hours. It was not until the afternoon of the next day that Wan Fan woke up and stretched himself. It was obvious to the naked eye that his energy level was different.
Fuchen waited for her to wake up, waved his hand and left.
"Let's eat together." Wan Fan was changing clothes behind the screen.
Fuchen pointed to the sky, "Brother, it's already afternoon. I've already eaten."
"Eat with me."
Fuchen didn't object, and sat at the dining table waiting for the food to be served, watching him continue to read the bamboo slips and learn about national affairs. This morning, two more loads of bamboo slips were delivered, and they were piled under the desk like two small tombs.
Although you want to have some privileges when you stand in a high position, you also need to pay a heavy price of time to maintain this power mechanism.
You can also choose to indulge, but the risks behind it are too high. Especially now, you may be killed at any time.
The servant brought a plate of melon and fruit snacks and placed it on the desk.
Wan Fan raised his head and glanced at Fu Chen.
Fuchen knew what he meant, sighed in his heart, and stepped forward as if accepting his fate.
Wan Fan can't open his mouth to coax people, but some small habits will make you feel that this is a step down. For example, now.
Fuchen knew very well that although he complained about Wan Nang, hated him, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, he could not ignore him.
She knows best how Wanchang grew up.
Fuchen was sitting at the desk, eating fruits and working with him as before.
Wan Fan glanced at the floating dust in the corner of the desk to confirm her presence, then lowered his head and continued to read the bamboo slips.
The desk is very quiet.
In the silence, there is a trace of the slow passage of time.
That's it, it's pretty good. Fuchen is cracking melon seeds seriously and doesn't have high requirements for anything else. Wanchang's survival is her last request.
At the dinner table, Wan Fan asked her, "Do the Wu people not marry?"
Fuchen raised his head and looked at him sideways, "Who can say?"
"The Wu clan itself requires purity, so there must be this rule." Wan Fan thought for a while and said.
Fuchen chuckled, "Brother, don't confuse the meaning of the words. Purity requires purity of mind, not physical imprisonment. Don't casually deprive the entire Wu clan of their right to marry because of me. Just say what you want to say."
Wan Fan didn't care about her tone and said calmly, "You are 13, and you are of age to discuss marriage."
"No idea." Fuchentou lay on the table.
"Well. I also hope that you will never marry and stay with me. I can always protect you."
Fuchen's eyes turned, and his gaze went straight to Wanchang, which was a little strange.
"Every father probably hopes to protect his daughter all the time." Wan Fan said seriously.
"Huh." Fuchen sneered, but couldn't help but grin.
After Wan Fan finished eating, Fu Chen got up and left.
She hadn't taken a shower for several days and felt uncomfortable. She washed herself, changed her clothes, and got up to go to the prison.
I knew in my heart: If she goes in with her front foot, she will die in the chaff with her back foot.
Yang Yiren can't keep him.
In the dark prison, Yang Yiren stared at Fuchen's figure and had a premonition in her heart.
"I won't survive tomorrow, right?" Yang Yiren said with a smile.
Fuchen stared at her without speaking.
After not seeing each other for half a month, Yang Yiren has fallen from a princess to a prisoner. Her hair is messy and her body is covered in dirt.
Yang Yiren smiled miserably, sitting on the wooden bed, her eyes wandering, "I knew the result would be like this."
Fuchen remained silent.
"I know what you want to ask." Yang Yiren turned her head and looked at Fuchen, "Your brother may like me, but I can't bear it."
His eyes fell to the ground, and he murmured in a low voice, "As early as five years ago, after we fell in love, he wanted to kill me."
"I was scared and ran away." Yang Yiren looked back at Fuchen, "If it weren't for you suddenly calling your brother, I wouldn't have had the chance to run away. I guess he wouldn't have told you about it. You wouldn't be able to remember it either.
But I remember what happened that day. I will remember it until I die."
Young love is as crazy as it is tragic.
They also kissed quietly, talked about their love, and fantasized about having a wedding like that in Danyang City.
But the man's obsession turned into murderous intent after his rationality returned.
Fuchen's eyes widened, he didn't expect such a thing.
Wanfan likes to contain, suppress, and even be cruel.
He couldn't trust others, even if he liked Yang Yiren, he would kill her.
"Don't think that you are safe." Yang Yiren looked at Fuchen and said seriously, "Being with you is like being with a tiger. The more he cares about you, the more he will restrain you. Life and death are in his hands."
When a person is about to die, his words are also good.
Fuchen knew that Wan Fan had very little trust in her. Her identity was no different from that of Yang Yi Ren.
Her identity as a witch, her relationship with Zhenren, her relationship with Wan Chen, and her long absence from each other all pushed her into an antagonistic position.
He was able to get close, probably because she never showed any edge.
His eyes unconsciously looked at his arms: there were also the engravings on his body - a way of marking absolute ownership.
After pondering for a moment, Fuchen asked, "Since my brother wanted to kill you from the beginning, why did you enter the palace this time?"
Yang Yiren looked at Fuchen for two seconds, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't tell what the emotion was in her eyes.
can't read.
Can't understand.
Fuchen could only change the topic, "Is there anything you can do for me? My abilities are limited."
Yang Yiren thought for a moment and said, "My father is old. If you can help me, please take care of him more so that he can have peace in his later years."
Fuchen nodded, "I'll try my best."
General Yang and his daughter participated in the battle between Wanchang and Wanchen. Everyone knows the outcome.
Fuchen left the prison and returned to Wanchang Palace. When he was walking in the corridor, he saw the steward and the palace people walking in a hurry in the opposite corridor, rushing towards the prison.
After a moment of silence, Fuchen continued walking with his large purple robe in hand.
At night, Fuchen stayed in Wanchang's room as usual, waiting for him to fall asleep.
Whether it was for psychological comfort or to drive away Zhenren's ghost, she needed to sing a requiem in this room seriously and perform a ritual.
There are differences between men and women. Fuchen sleeps in the outer room at night, waiting and accompanying him.
For a month, Fuchen stayed with Wan Fan and stabilized his spirit. In several brief conversations, Wan Fan revealed, "After every battle, I can't sleep. I can't control my temper."
I won’t say much more about the rest.
Fuchen probably guessed that in order to cover up his insomnia, he would use the excuse of "playing and singing every night" or being busy with affairs, but his temperament gradually became violent and uncontrollable due to long-term insomnia.
The issue of trust is always there.
It corresponds to security issues.
There are many emotions such as "it's not safe", "you will die", and "either you die or I live". This person's survival in the world is a kind of hardship. Perhaps, it is better to live better after being numb to oneself.
Fuchen couldn't help but feel distressed.
Children who struggle to grow up on their own are always different from children who grow up under care.
The candle flame swayed in the wind, was extinguished and rekindled, struggling to continue burning.
The figures are shaking and changing, and there are ghosts and monsters.
Fuchen stepped forward and hugged Wanchang, promising, "Brother, I can protect you."
She hasn't had time to grow up yet, she hasn't grown up yet.
Wan Fan sat on his seat, paused, raised his hand to hold the hand on his shoulder, "No need. I hope you never grow up and can always be by my side."
Fuchen smiled lightly, tilted his head and asked, "Do you want to die together? I'm afraid being a ghost would be too lonely."
Wan Fan glanced at her lightly and said seriously, "No need. If I die, I still hope that you can continue to live well."
Fuchen said nothing and put a lampshade on the candle. Without the wind to tease him, the candle was much more stable.
Fuchen plans for himself very seriously.
The first thing is a portrait. Put on a purple robe, tie up your hair, barefoot with a bell hanging, holding a shell in one hand, eyes like candlelight, the image is drawn on paper. Thousands of them are printed on the cloth as soon as possible and sent to
All nations, for the common people to recognize and worship.
On the last day of spring, Fuchen held a grand wizard succession ceremony and officially became the grand wizard of all nations.
The people of the country do not know the monarch, but they know the great wizard. This is the power of the great wizard.
Wan Fan watched Fu Chen standing on a high platform, being pulled by a carriage through the streets, accepting the admiration of the people pouring in from all over the country. His head held high was no longer the crybaby look he had before.
In June, riots broke out in Changli.
There is a problem in the newly recovered city.
The original people of Jiang State were instigated by Jiang State's powerful people to fight with the people of Wan Guo. The two sides fought with farm tools. It turned out that the people of Jiang State redrawn the line and took Changli as the line, saying that this was the territory of Jiang State and they were Jiang State's territory.
The people of the country drove out all the people from all the countries who originally lived there.
Racial discrimination is serious.
The five thousand troops who suppressed the army in the past could not suppress it.
Wan Fan sat in the Palace of the Sun and asked the minister, "Do you have any solution?"
The civil servant stepped forward and said, "I believe that feelings for family and country are human nature. Long separation has always been the boundary between the Jiang Kingdom and the Wan Kingdoms. The current situation is also expected. Rather than bothering with discipline, it is better to return it and collect silver as an offering, which is also a compromise.
method."
As he spoke, the hem of his clothes made a sound with his bold gestures.
Wan Fan looked away and said, "Pull him out and behead him. Those who have accepted money and women from Jiang Kingdom's dignitaries will no longer have to enter the palace."
Among the ministers, the old school has always been there. Everyone, famous people have always occupied official positions, buying and selling grain and salt.
Sometimes when you kill a member of the same family, you still need to worry about the clan or marriage relationship between the new person and the previous family.
Fuchen was wearing a princess costume and sitting on the next step of Wanchang, looking at everyone.
"I believe that before fighting outside, we must first make peace at home. The great wizard is sitting in the court hall, which is suspected of being a regent -" Before he could finish his words, Fu Chen made a gesture and was directly carried down by the witch covering his mouth and nose.
Wan Fan looked at Lu Chayan, who had been standing quietly, and asked, "What does the Prime Minister have to say?"
Lu Chayan stepped forward and said, "I thought that the original people of Jiang State did not know the laws of all nations, and those who are ignorant are not guilty. Your Majesty, you can preach the law first, and be polite before fighting. If this is still the case -" Lu Cha spoke with certainty and made a chop.
The next action is, "Dispose according to law."
Someone immediately stood up and said, "The main reason for this riot was that the eldest prince of Jiang State behind it provoked the war. After the king captured the city, the eldest prince of Jiang State was weakened and took over the power. He wanted to take back the three cities of Jiang State without any bloodshed.
, his heart is sinister. I believe that solving Changli is not as good as solving Jiang State. Your Majesty will directly take over the entire Jiang State. At that time, the whole family will be in Wan Guo, and there will no longer be conflicts between family and country."
The people next to me objected, "No. If you do it too hastily, it will easily arouse public anger. By then everyone will start a rebellion. If they can fight but cannot defend, they will only hurt themselves."
The two of them competed against each other, each refusing to admit defeat. They looked somewhat similar.
Fu Chen looked interesting, and the maid next to him whispered, "Your Highness, the one on the left is Liu Zuo, and the one on the right is Liu You. They are both ministers of Qing Dynasty. They are twins who have always had different opinions."
The doctor from behind stepped forward and said, "I think it is better to disperse the original people of Jiang State and distribute them throughout the country. By then, there will be no trouble."
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen, "What do you think, princess?"
Fuchen stood up, stood upright, and looked at everyone with a faint smile, "They all have interesting opinions, so why not implement them individually. If Jiang Zi (Prince Jiang) has a problem, go find trouble with Jiang Zi. If there is no trouble, create trouble.
Let him have no time to stare at Changli."
"There is no reason to throw the fish you caught ashore back into the pond and starve yourself."
"Just fight, the world will say we are unfair. Prime Minister Lu will send people to publicize the law for three days, if there is no change -" Fuchen looked at Wanchang, "Father, you can do whatever you want."
Looking back at the court, "Everyone in the land is indifferent and has no intention of restoring the country. But if they gather in one place, it is also a disaster."
"Everything in the world is for profit. It is better to attract with profit than to drive them away with sticks."
"That doctor who just said we should break up, please think about how to attract the local aboriginal residents to leave."
"In addition, I think the person who said something about me just now is right. I need to be safe. 70% of all officials come from aristocratic families, so I'm very worried." After thinking about it, "if civilians want to be officials, they must either seek refuge with aristocratic families.
Become an adopted son and be driven by them; or be admitted to the Sage Academy and become famous first."
"Unstable."
"It is better to popularize the literacy rate among the people and increase the possibility of them becoming officials. Let the two Liu Qings do this."
Fuchen looked at Wanchang, "What do you think, father?"
She smiled brightly and was full of confidence.
Wan Fan looked at it intently and uttered two words, "No."
Fuchen was stunned, the smile on his face gradually fell, and he looked at Wanchang, not quite understanding.
Wan Fan waved his hand, "Zhanye, lead your troops to guard the northern border to prevent the Mang Kingdom from attacking."
"Pei Su, you deploy 10,000 troops to guard the Mustard City and keep an eye on the movements of Jiang and Mang."
"Wang Yong, hurry up and rush to Changli. Pass on my secret order and ask General Yang who is guarding Changli to strictly supervise the situation."
Wan Fan glanced at Fu Chen and said calmly, "Retreat from the court. Prime Minister, Duan Qing, Ma Qing, and the two Liu Qings will follow me to the study to discuss matters."
The ministers bowed and sent Wan Fan off, then dispersed.
Fuchen stood there, like a joke.
Why?
What went wrong?
Fuchen followed him to the study, but was blocked from entering. After waiting outside the door for a quarter of an hour, the five courtiers came out and bowed to Fuchen "Her Royal Highness" one by one. Fuchen nodded, rushed into the study, stood in front of the desk and stared at
Ten thousand chaff.
Wan Fan let her stand and write by herself.
After standing all morning and confronting each other all morning, Wan Fan sat down at the dining table before lunch and said, "We don't have so much time and energy. We must cut through the mess quickly. Mang and Jiang are likely to join forces and have a long-term relationship."
Li is just a prelude to attacking in the east and in the west. Most of the military ministers are guarding in various places, not on high platforms. They are civil servants. They don't know how to use troops nervously. A single war can destroy the country and the family."
"What about people learning calligraphy to become officials?" Fu Chen was dissatisfied.
Wan Fan pointed his index finger at Fu Chen's head, "If you do this kind of thing, you won't know how you will die. The aristocratic families are intertwined, and it's okay for one family to work alone. If you do this, you are forcing them to become one."
I feel discouraged and feel that what I have seen in modern times is of no use in practice. It is really just learning on paper that makes me realize it is shallow.
"What is your secret order?" Fuchen thought about it.
"Five thousand soldiers from Changli are completely enough." After that, no more could be said.
Fuchen looked at him and thought.
At the end of summer, the Canaan Book Company announced the war: [Brutal massacre of the city! The king of all nations killed indiscriminately with rockets in the middle of the night, killing and injuring hundreds of thousands of civilians! 】
[General Yang knew that he had committed a serious crime and committed suicide! 】
[A large-scale reaction broke out in Pingzhou and Langzhou of Wanguo, and many places rebelled against the murderous behavior of King Dawei!]
Fuchen was stunned and rushed to the palace.
In the palace, Wan Fan was already discussing matters with the ministers, and he heard everyone arguing outside the door.
Mang State, Jiang State, and Gao State have joined forces, and there may also be news about Yoshikawa who is said to have been merged.
It turns out that the people in the Lu Kingdom have no intention of rebellion, but they have joined forces with the Canaan Book Company to start a business of reselling information. In the Lu Kingdom, they say that all nations are about to perish. In Jichuan, they say that all nations need more people.
Salt.
This kind of low-level information is disdainful to the nobles, but the common people love to see it.
By talking about information, setting up two desks, and selling some fruits, snacks, and tea, they will never forget their old profession until they die. If they don't have much money, they can take a few children and sell them before leaving. They have mastered the business knowledge engraved in their bones.
Now we are surrounded by enemies on all sides. We don’t know how many enemies there are or how to fight them specifically. We only know that the other side has assembled an army of 300,000 to overthrow Wanchang’s murderous behavior.
In the three cities of Jiang State, the people drove out the Wan Guo people and even killed the Wan Guo people inside, claiming that they were from the Jiang State and lived and died in the territory of the Jiang State.
Wanchang’s secret decree: Burn the city directly!
On top of the high wall, there are three cities. Thousands of rockets were launched over the cities in the middle of the night. At dawn, the border between Jiang Kingdom and Wanguo Kingdom was revealed.
Changlimen has passed away, which is the true meaning of "going here and leaving forever without returning".
There is no return in life or death.
It turned out that the people of Jiang State were sleeping at that time, and when they discovered the fire falling from the sky, it was too late. Many people were burned alive, and the screams and fire were rampant in the dark night.
Fuchen stood outside the door, listening to the quarrels in the room, all about how to deal with the army.
There is a traitor in the country. Someone has sold Wan Guo's information and wants to pick Wan Cang's head.
Fuchen now asks why the massacre of the city seems like a joke.
Chasing problems will always be problems.
Fuchen walked away and rode out on a high horse. On the road, he was bumped into by a man in black, "Follow me."
Familiar sounds, movements, Fuchen thought about one or two. Followed one or two.
Walking away from the crowd and walking to the edge of the forest, Wan Chen took off his black hat and said, "Are you okay? It's too dangerous now. An army of 500,000 will come here soon. It's too dangerous for you to be here."
"How much?" Isn't it three hundred thousand?
Wan Chen stared at Fu Chen's eyes and said seriously, "Wan Fan's two massacres have aroused the anger of all countries. Not only Jiang Kingdom, Mang Kingdom, but also the previous Jichuan, Wan Kingdom, Gao Kingdom, Danyang Kingdom, and the Six Kingdoms have joined forces to want Wan Yan's head.
