Chapter 379 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 74
Fuchen smiled and continued to wait.
"I also heard that there is a very smart little prince in the palace named Wan Xin."
"This is so weird."
Zhuge Jin stared at Fuchen, "With your methods, this kind of internal information in the palace will never come out. Wan Chen is under control, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead. How can a little prince get a good reputation? Unless it is your order.
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He spoke faster and faster.
The excitement of stepping on the enemy's secrets seems to be revenge.
"There is no such person as the little prince in the palace. It was you who gave Wanchang Civet Cat the identity of the prince."
"At that time, killing Wan Fan was so smooth, I felt something was wrong."
"My head is protected by you, so I can't see it."
Zhuge Jin pointed at the sky, "But the Heavenly Evil Star is still there, and there are three stars. I knew something was wrong."
Fuchen smiled and stared at Zhuge Jin, "You are very smart, too smart. I will not let anyone remember your talent."
He turned his head and looked at the accompanying officer next to him, "Give me the order," and pointed to the pigweed beside the courtyard wall, which is often used as grass food for pigs.
"This herb was renamed "Zhuge cordyceps". Anyone who talks about pigweed but not Zhuge cordyceps will be slapped three times."
"Yes." The official noted it down respectfully.
Fuchenyan smiled and said, "This is my revenge on you."
Zhuge Jin remained silent.
Fuchen clapped his hands, and two strong warriors pushed Zhuge Jin to the middle of the courtyard and prepared to behead him.
Zhuge Jin suddenly took action, pushed away the person who made the move, and ran away. The soldiers chased him, but he didn't know what switch he pressed, and the figure disappeared.
Fuchen stared at Zhuge Jin and turned back to the house to take a look.
There must be a secret room in the room, and there may or may not be a secret passage connecting the secret room to the outside world. Zhuge Jin was stalling for time by chatting with her.
There must be someone in the secret room. He noticed it and wanted to divert his attention.
Fuchen pointed at the Zhuge Family Courtyard and said, "Set it on fire."
Ji Shenyin's Gu flew out to chase Zhuge Jin.
The fire burned, and smoke rose into the sky over the vast mountains.
Ji Shenyin didn't succeed.
Zhuge Jin is not that easy to deal with. This girl from the Ji family might also let her off.
There are too many people in the world waiting to see the death of these two brothers and sisters.
Fuchen returned with sixty carriages of bamboo slips and Zhuge's machinery.
After the carriage traveled for two months, Fuchen returned to the palace.
Deep inside the palace, a tall man wearing a mask was looking at the bamboo slips, marking the words, and issuing instructions.
Fuchen walked in and called softly, "Brother."
The man raised his head, his eyes pierced through the cold mask, he said nothing and continued to work with his head down.
At first, Fuchen regretted telling Zhuge Jin the secret.
She realized that the Zhuge family had a secret method of bewitching, which could be used with secret incense. She had the formation that the previous Zhuge family had described, so there would be no need to trouble her again if it was used again.
But the witch clan also has a bewitching mind.
Zhuge Jin left and Fuchen woke up immediately.
After so many times under the previous head of the Zhuge family, this time I was finally able to wake up on my own.
She ran to Wan Fan's palace late at night, threw herself on Wan Fan, knelt beside the bed and cried endlessly, shouting, "Brother, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Wan Fan stared at the child beside him, stood up, picked up Fu Chen, and looked at her.
Fuchen covered his head and cried non-stop, refusing to get up and kneeling on the ground, "Zhuge Jin came to see me. He asked me your secret, and I told him."
Fuchen raised his head with tears streaming down his face, "Brother, there are too many people in this world who want you dead. Your reputation for cruelty has become famous all over the world. If it's not Zhuge, there will be others."
Fuchen took a deep breath, but he still couldn't stop the raging pain. He choked and burst into tears.
Wan Fan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her and said.
"It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows."
Fuchen looked at Wan Fan and said, "Brother, why don't you just go with the flow and do Li Dai Tao Jian."
He lowered his head and looked at his arms.
"Do you believe me?" Fuchen rolled up his sleeves and revealed the words on his arms, "Brother." Tears fell from his eyes.
This plan requires Wan Fan's absolute trust in her.
This is no longer what "adventure" and "nonsense" can represent.
Once Wan Fan is killed, no one can stop Fu Chen from doing anything, not even Wan Fan, because he no longer has the status of a prince.
The risks are too clear.
Wan Fan remained silent and stared at her, his eyes turning to the word "Wan Fan".
This is a contract. It is also a guilt.
Wan Fan's eyes were like the deep sea, and the two of them fell deeply into it.
The two were tied together and fell into the quagmire together.
Wan Fan intentionally secretly found a substitute and trained him. He hid in the rear. Zhuge Jin appeared when he was there, but when he was absent, he quietly moved to the rear and became an unknown general, commanding the army.
Holding military power is Wan Nang's bottom line.
In that war, Wan Fan was mixed among the soldiers. He saw Zhuge Jin commanding and cutting "Wan Fan" into five horses. He saw Fu Chen holding "Wan Fan"'s head and roaring in pain, but there was no sound. The pain of struggling was beyond words;
When she controls the python and fights madly, she gradually becomes sharper.
because of him.
Because he is full of chaff.
Pain? Or relief?
Wan Fan couldn't understand, but when Fu Chen held "his" head, the painful look on his face would never make people doubt this feeling.
At that moment, I just hoped to die in front of her as much as possible so as not to leave her alone in pain.
Fuchen silently walked to Wanchang's side, gently leaned on the corner of the table, and rested as before.
She knew Wan Fan was cruel, but she still couldn't accept that he was quartered by five horses.
He is cruel, but also tenacious and decisive, and can lead the country further. This is enough.
Wan Fan wrote the comment neatly, rolled it up on the bamboo slip, and glanced at the floating dust, "You are covered in killing, how can you still go to see your god in the future?"
The Wu people pride themselves on serving gods.
Fuchen said calmly, "I don't believe in gods. Gods are useless, I am God."
Pursue what you want, no matter the cost.
Wan Fan picked up the bamboo slips next to him, opened it, and looked it up, "If you keep Wan Chen and don't kill him, what else do you want to do?"
Fuchen chuckled, "He's still somewhat useful."
Wan Fan: "Don't mess around. If you can't do it, kill him. Give him a good time."
He no longer talked about Fuchen's woman's benevolence. Even if Fuchen still took the trouble to leave the pregnant woman and her child unkilled, her murderous intention was no less than Wanchang's.
At the age of 14, Fuchen grew into a "king" in the most painful and fastest way and completed his coming-of-age ceremony.
Fuchen simply turned over the bamboo slips and said, "Brother, please fix it. I'll go and relax."
Wan Fan lowered his head and said nothing, busy dealing with political affairs.
Fuchen entered the harem briskly. After one year in power, the concubines in the palace also changed.
Except for Concubine Qi next to the cold palace, the masters in this harem can come or die.
Wan Fan's women remained in the dust, and they were all sent to be buried with "Wan Fan".
After all, it is the mighty king "Ten Thousand Chaff" who has to die, so there must be no shortage of burial objects and necessary procedures.
Fuchen was also worried that these women who had seen Wanchang's body would be used again by the nobles after being released, and would then become a stumbling block for Wanchang to ascend to power again. There was no pregnant woman, and Fuchen didn't show any conscience and directly buried everyone.
Now in the palace, he is her male favorite.
Fuchen walked to the cold palace.
After the cold palace was renovated, simple furniture was installed. It was protected from wind and rain. There was no longer a draft that made ghosts cry and wolves howl. The grass in front of the door was also pulled out and trimmed.
Fuchen entered the room, where a palace maid and a guard were waiting for Wan Chen.
He was drugged by Fuchen and became weak. In the past two years, Fuchen used various precious medicinal materials to replenish his body.
Less than half of his body was cleared of floating dust.
Fuchen stepped forward and felt his pulse. It was much stronger, and the damage in his internal organs had been replenished.
"The Sixth Prince is indeed the prince loved by everyone." Fuchen said with a smile, "There will be a witch to treat you even when I'm not around."
Sadato still arranged for a witch to protect him.
Wan Chen was indifferent, his feet were tied with five kilogram anklets, and he didn't have a key. He directly asked the master to melt the two pieces of iron into one piece.
It would be more troublesome to get rid of it. But if the miko finds a large amount of corrosive liquid, it won't be too difficult.
"Isn't the most popular one Wan Xin, the youngest son whom the father has never known?"
Prince Wanxin's identity is Wanqi's son. In this way, he can quickly connect his age and successfully ascend to the throne.
As a living prince, Wan Chen naturally knew what was going on.
Other princes and princesses, such as Wan Hui, remained silent and did not dare to do bad things.
Fuchen smiled naturally and traced his fingers across Wan Chen's chest.
The two servants were both mute and knew how to look at each other, so they retreated.
Wan Chen opened Fu Chen's hand.
Fuchen chuckled, "The man who was sent to me by hundreds of officials is extremely beautiful. I know for the first time that men can also have charming beauty and masculine handsomeness."
She stared into Wan Chen's eyes, "In their eyes, there is flattery, admiration, admiration, and grievance. Every time I see them, I think of you."
Fuchen tilted his head, puzzled, "What do you mean by liking?"
Wan Chen changed the subject, "I heard that you killed the Zhuge family?"
Fuchen smiled, not caring about his avoidance, and followed the words, "He was from the inner sect, and he killed eighty-four people, but he mixed up many outer sect disciples. In fact, he only killed forty-four people from the inner sect. Now he is
Chase."
Wan Chen stared at Fuchen and said in a serious tone, "You and your brother are exactly the same. Being so cruel will only become the sinners of history."
Fuchen tilted his head and smiled slyly, and said in a brisk tone: "Don't judge me so easily. One day, you will find that you are exactly the same as me."
He stood up and looked down at Wan Chen who was sitting there, "You may not make the right choice even if you sit still. Why do you think that as a party involved and being swept away by the waves, you can be absolute in everything?"
"How can I survive in this life if I judge everything seriously?"
"Don't do anything, just reflect?"
Fuchen spread his hands and said, "It is better to seize the main purpose and leave the rest to future generations for comment."
She leaned over and stared at Wan Chen, the bridge of her nose was close to Wan Chen's, her eyes were burning.
Wan Chen turned his head.
Fuchen chuckled, "I want to know what it feels like to be with someone who likes you?"
She thought there was little love. In each world, she just picked someone with similar feelings. There wasn't much of a conflict in this area, and she didn't think about it seriously.
But in this world, whoever you want to be with is an extravagant choice.
Fuchen picked up two iron balls totaling ten kilograms and held Wan Chen with one hand towards the bed.
When Wan Chen was asked to take off his clothes, Wan Chen remained silent and uncooperative.
Fuchen smiled and promised, "I can grant you a request. It doesn't matter whether it's too much or you can kill me with your own hands."
Her tone sounded like she was playing house.
Wan Chen's hands trembled and he looked at Fu Chen. She said her death in the same tone as usual, not caring.
Fuchen quickly unbuttoned his clothes and easily pushed the person down.
Afterwards, the dust went out.
Wan Fan was waiting outside, holding the contraceptive pill in her hand. She prepared it herself.
Fuchen took it over, took a sip, and said, "It's still hot." He drank it all in one gulp.
The night is dark, and people in it are like ghosts and ghosts.
"Anyone can do it, but he can't." Wan Fan said. He was talking about Fu Chen's husband.
Fuchen didn't care, "Yeah, I know."
Wan Fan glanced down at her and patted her shoulder to comfort her.
They all have the same choice.
Same road.
"Brother, what is love?" Fuchen asked. He raised his head to look for the moon. The moon was dim and hidden behind the clouds, and only its outline could be seen vaguely.
Wan Fan walked in front and answered coldly, "I don't know. It's something we can't afford."
Emotions are a taboo in the deep palace.
In love, Yang Yiren got close to Wanchang because of Wanchen's great cause and entered the palace again.
Friendship, Zhuge Jin wants to cut him into pieces in order to control his world.
Family love, several times of defense, several times of temptation, but finally peace of mind.
It is already very luxurious.
Fuchen thought about Wan Chen, Zhen Ren, Yang Yiren... and didn't dare to think deeply.
Wan Chen, there may be love, but it is not a team, so we can only guard against it.
The chastity...is gone.
Yang Yiren is the kind of person she likes very much. He has a heroic appearance and seems to be able to succeed in anything he does.
Fuchen thought for a long time and finally said, "There is Wan Chen in the Wu clan. I need to spend some time to find him."
In the next two years, Jiang State had no time to take care of itself because the eldest prince and the second prince entered into a battle for royal power.
The Mang Kingdom was severely weakened by the massacre of 50,000 troops and the snowstorm.
All nations have gained a rare period of cultivation.
During this period, what each school learned was printed into books, and people who gave the opening remarks could be seen everywhere in markets, parks, village roads, and teahouses, regardless of the size of the country.
As long as people can pay one-fifth more taxes, they can participate in various skills training.
Fuchen even asked officials to recruit people, saying, "Work hard to pay taxes for three more years, and your money will triple in the future!"
"Learn carpentry for a year, and you will have the gift money left over! Make all the furniture by hand, and you will never have to worry about anything in your life!"
"The golden rice bowl and the drinking rice bowl are not as good as the iron rice bowl of the official family. If you study martial arts for three to five years, the army will listen to you; if you study literature for five or six years, the prime minister will be in front of you."
"The horses are beautiful and the horses are handsome. If you learn to kill horses, you can only be a butcher; if you learn to raise horses, you can buy and sell; if you learn to ride a horse, you can enter the court; if you learn to ride a carriage, oh, you will be great, you will be the champion of martial arts!"
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All kinds of fancy propaganda attract people to study. Astronomy and geography, ethics, life practice, inner exploration... all kinds of doctrines overflow downwards.
Fuchen watched the treasury go from being in deficit to bursting out, and was filled with joy. Surprised, he casually used the overflowing money and food as gifts, and held national competitions with various awards. The time was set during the slack period to enrich everyone's lives.
After the war, all nations quickly entered a colorful life.
