Chapter 505 Tiger-headed Doll and Sick Son 2 Cold Prince Brother
Wan Fan looked at the tiger-headed doll, and there were threads sticking out of its right ear. This crudely made thing was obviously the tiger-headed doll that was crying in the yard just now.
I looked around and saw no other abnormalities.
Only this tiger-headed doll.
Wan Fan stretched out his hand and picked up the tiger-headed doll. His hands were sticky, and he didn't know where it was stained. There were openings on the neck and right front foot of the tiger-headed doll. There was also a burnt black spot at the tail. He reached out and dug inside, only to find that there was only
Cotton, nothing else was touched.
Not a witch doll.
Nothing unusual either.
But this little one... Wan Fan looked at the tiger-headed doll, its mouth was drawn into a curved arc by the thread, and it looked cute, like a little tiger holding back a smile. As a bedside doll, it should be very popular with children.
Wan Fan talks about the little tiger’s head. There is no change in the corners of the little tiger’s “smiling” mouth.
Was this little thing making the noise just now?
Wanchang couldn't believe it, but he kept his attitude: staring at this little tiger.
"It caused me to be stepped on, so I beat it back." Fuchen was aggressive and had a bad tone towards the Witch Gu Doll.
"Master! Master!" Xiao Duo's voice came from outside the door. Xiao Duo ran towards the courtyard.
A witch doll ran out of the kitchen, and there was a tiger-headed doll on his incense table.
Wan Fan stretched out his finger and tapped the little girl's head.
Wanchang sat down.
Xiaoduo was shocked when he picked up the doll, and threw the doll away.
In the burning cigarette, the little girl's figure looks very thin.
Wan Fan stared at the bulge on Xiao Duo's chest, feeling a little unhappy. He stretched out his hand.
Wan Fan also noticed the tail of the tiger head doll and said again, "Xiang Ben."
Seeing this, Wan Fan smiled unconsciously and rubbed the tiger's head, "I'll put a shrine for you and give you a good shout. Xiao Duo——"
But Wan Fan smiled and looked at the tiger-headed doll. He asked for a simple tiger-headed doll, which was very good. He crawled over and picked up the tiger-headed doll again. He shook his fingers on the side of the tiger-headed doll's face and said, "Scream it out."
Listen, I’ll give you a shrine.”
"Floating dust?"
The little girl thought seriously for a while, then touted her business, "You can make a wish! I can help you remove the curse!"
Young Master Wan laughed and bent down to catch the scurrying "little tiger", "It's just a little chicken."
The man in black left and in the afternoon gave a tiger-headed doll.
The little girl nodded. This was the name that came to her mind.
Even though it was just a little bit, Wan Fan still noticed: it was indeed moving.
The tiger-headed doll flew in the air and fell on the bed.
His biological mother died when he was six years old.
Place the tiger-headed doll next to the Bodhisattva again, and light three incense sticks in front of the offering table.
Wan Fan pointed to the cotton on the ground and said, "Pick it up for me."
"Ouch!"
Everyone in the government came to believe him.
A large number of people came and left in droves.
The little tiger was very excited, jumping around and shouting.
Wan Fan stared at the doll. The doll's belly was flat, and most of the high-quality cotton quilt inside was taken out. A piece of paper with his birth date scrawled on it was hidden inside. He put the paper into the palm of his hand.
"Check where the tiger head doll came from. Make an exact replica of this doll and put it back. Then make another witch doll, write my birthday and birth date and throw it to Mrs. Yang."
Xiao Duo supported Wan Fan and walked forward with his head lowered.
It is also true that he has been sick all year round.
The moment he lit the incense, Wan Fan seemed to see the little tiger's mouth move, and his smile deepened. He even felt that the tiger's eyes were always on the incense in his hand.
When Master Wan's attendants sent someone to check, Wan Fan lay down on the bed and pretended.
"Otherwise? Why would a servant want to harm you? It's not that you have been ill for a long time and has bad conduct, so what is it?" Master Wan asked, clasping his hands on the table.
Wan Cang's smile froze.
The maid poured him tea.
The little girl was even more confused.
The tail of the tiger-headed doll lying sideways at the end of the bed twitched again.
The little girl sat on her belly and looked up at Wanchang, "Isn't it possible?"
Mr. Wan threw a doll over and said, "Look at it for yourself, do you recognize it? Have you offended anyone? Have you ever harshly beaten or scolded a servant?"
"Ah?" Xiao Duo didn't think much, wiped it with a handkerchief, found a rag to wrap it up, and kicked it into his arms.
Lord Wan slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Wanchang’s belly,
"I'm telling you, if you really fall in love again, this bastard must be killed by me." Mr. Wan came in and left in a rage after only a cup of tea.
Mr. Wan waved his hand and lay on the bed reading a book.
The little girl nodded vaguely.
Mrs. Yang advised softly on the side, "Nuan'er is still..." The word "pregnant" was changed, "The disease is not cured, and it can't stand the torment."
"Pay tribute. I need to pay tribute. I want tribute." The little girl jumped and talked about her pursuit.
Didn't say.
The little girl sensed something and turned to look at Wanchang. The moment their eyes met, the "ooh" in her mouth disappeared. The little girl jumped on Wanchang's belly and said, "Pay tribute! Pay tribute! Pay tribute! I can protect you."
Your child is safe and grows up healthy!"
Still have abdominal pain.
"Ouch!"
Wan Fan knows where the doll comes from.
Mrs. Wan blamed Wan Fan, "What are you and your father talking about? Are gentleman's etiquette so stupid?" After saying that, she quickly chased Mr. Wan away.
Xiaoduo hesitated, took out the doll and put it in Wanchang's hand.
Tiger head doll cotton.
"Young Master, young master -" Xiao Duo pointed at the doll, "It's moving. The doll is moving!" There was a look of horror on his face.
Master Wan presided over the investigation of witchcraft and came immediately after hearing the news.
Fuchen was very curious. The tiger-headed doll kept spinning in circles.
Wan Fan laughed and touched his belly, "I don't have children. This belly is cursed to be enlarged."
Like to be paid tribute?
Wanchang put new melons and fruits on the offering plate, and quietly watched the movements of the tiger-headed doll from the corner of his eyes. The tiger-headed doll's head moved a little, and his eyes were completely focused on the offering plate.
Wan Fan said smoothly, "Pray for yourself."
He pushed the Kitchen God away and lost the witchcraft doll, but did not touch the Bodhisattva. Wan Cang speculated that the little girl did not dare to touch the Bodhisattva.
Master Yang came back rationally, glanced at the man's belly, turned around with a "hum" and sat on the stool.
"Sir, there are still children..." Madam Wan reminded her at the right time.
Mr. Wan sat aside with his baby and practiced calligraphy quietly.
Wan Fan nodded, "My name is Wan Fan. From today on, I am your master." Pointing to his stomach, "Remove the curse."
Wan Fan waved his hand, "Prepare the porridge. I'm hungry."
He handed over the paper in his hand and said, "Check who did it. Invite him to come over." After thinking about it, he said, "Live well and serve me well."
The top priority is not to cultivate the body, but to find a place for the witchcraft doll.
Wan Fan picked up the cotton and felt that it had a matte texture. It was indeed the material of a tiger-headed doll. He smiled.
"Ah——" Xiaoduo screamed, unable to believe his eyes, "The doll moved!"
He is a concubine, but he takes the "eldest" position, which is a hindrance to Mrs. Yang's face.
A tiger-headed doll, you still want to pay tribute?
"Master, why is there an extra tiger-headed doll here?" He reached out and took it out. He saw that it was dirty and torn, and there was saliva on it. He smelled his hand and there was a smell, "Master, this is too dirty.
.”
Wan Fan directly took off the hosta from his head and placed it on the altar table.
Fuchen immediately jumped onto his stomach, muttered in his mouth, and circled around his stomach. His stomach slowly shrank with a small sound until it became flat again.
If before he only looked at the little girl with amusement, now he looks at her with interest.
"Hide it first." Wan Fan couldn't help but laugh. This tiger-headed doll had been tossed around, trying to find a niche for himself to pay tribute to. It was despised by everyone.
Moving tiger head doll!
Wan Fan walked towards the door with his belly supported. The door revealed a small opening, and the wind blew in through the small opening under the door, blowing up the white cotton next to it.
This felt too small, so Wan Fan didn't pay much attention to it and continued to sleep.
"Did you hit the witchcraft doll?" His belly was smaller and his body felt lighter. Wan Fan was in a much better mood and put the little girl directly on his shoulders.
Master Wan scolded him as soon as he entered the room, "What are you doing!" He saw Wan Fan standing in front of the shrine and scolded him.
"I heard that there was also a tiger-headed doll in the kitchen. It was placed at the position of the Kitchen God statue. The cook threw it into the fire pit." His eyes noticed the blackened tail, and Xiaoduo didn't think too much, "Young master likes it, so look back."
Prepare new ones."
Death is his doll.
"What do you want?" Wan Fan said quietly.
Wan Fan seemed not to have heard, and stood up and walked to the incense table.
Wan Fan sat on a stool nearby and waited.
Wan Fan easily kicked it into his arms. Because his belly was straightened out, the little tiger made no movement when he put it in.
Mr. Wan was silent for a moment, pointed his index finger downward, and a man in black flew from the beam.
"I need to pay tribute." Fuchen said seriously.
Wan Fan stepped on it, shook his hand and nailed the hairpin on his head to the wooden board, nailing the cotton.
She is a tiger-headed doll!
The little girl's body is like a newborn baby, the size is exactly the same as the figure of a tiger-headed doll.
He was weak and could only sit on the bed.
"The witchcraft doll found the young master's birthday and horoscope in its belly, and is now on its way to us."
Wan Fan stared at the tiger-headed doll carefully, handed the doll over, and said, "Xiaoduo, prepare an incense table for the doll and place it next to the Bodhisattva."
Wan Fan didn't think anything about the moving tiger-headed doll. Since the witchcraft doll could really make him feel sick, then a little tiger that could bark was nothing to worry about.
"I'm going to beat up the witch doll!" Someone dared to bully her little brother like this. Fuchen felt that he was threatened. He ran back to the tiger head doll's body and prepared to fight.
When Wan Fan woke up the next day, he opened his eyes and saw a tiger-headed doll lying on his belly. The tiger-headed doll was facing him, and its little smiling face seemed to be sleeping happily.
When he went to bed at night, Mr. Wan casually placed the tiger-headed doll on the bedside. Xiaoduo carefully scrubbed the tiger-headed doll, sewed it up with needle and thread, and even stuffed the small ball of cotton into it.
Xiaoduo fainted and fell to the ground.
Sitting on Fuchen's shoulders, Fuchen is not as tall as Wanchang.
"No." Wan Fan flatly denied and deceived, "A good tiger-headed doll should concentrate on serving only one person in his life."
The little girl got up, jumped to the table, and swore to the Bodhisattva, "Fuchen will be a good tiger-headed doll, and he will only serve one person in his life, and he will not regret it."
"Where is the body? What kind of body do you want? I can give you a body, a human body, with power attached."
"Master..." Xiaoduo choked, "They are too bullying." He muttered, "I didn't see you standing so hard."
"Who?" Fuchen didn't understand.
Xiao Duo trotted over and picked up the hairpin and cotton, "Master, what is this? This kind of cotton is really defective. It can't be another defective product that those guys replaced for us."
Xiaoduo said "Hey" and left.
The tail of this tiger-head doll is a white ball, short, like a cat's tail. But the way it trembles can be easily captured by people.
Once the others leave, Wan Fan should do whatever he wants.
"If someone gives you a body, will you run away with them? If someone else pays you tribute, will you just follow them?" Wan Fan continued to ask.
Wan Fan reached out and picked up the doll strangely, not knowing why it rolled onto his belly.
Didn't see it anywhere?
But I don't care.
The person Mr. Yang dotes on has never been his mother. At present, it is his fourth aunt who he currently dotes on.
"Father, do you think I am to blame for everything?" Wan Fan stared at the person on the seat. This person never looked at him, let alone cared about him.
"You know I'm coming into the house, but you don't know to greet me. Do you still think of me as your father?" Mr. Wan waved his hands, seeing how displeased this good-for-nothing son was. This time it was even more because of his scandalous behavior.
He was embarrassed in the capital city.
"Master, you're awake." Xiao Duo brought hot water to wash his face. "If you like this doll, I will buy you ten or eight more."
Wan Fan had no expression on his face and looked ahead calmly, "Father, please come back. I'm not feeling well."
The little girl frowned and thought about it seriously, shook her head, her eyebrows were fixed, and her clear eyes revealed confusion: she didn't understand what he meant.
Soon there was movement in the yard.
"Master! The witchcraft doll was found in the kitchen. Now the master is interrogating everyone in the kitchen!" Xiaoduo was excited and noticed Master Wanda getting out of bed and ran to his side to help him.
Wan Fan pointed at the Bodhisattva and said, "Swear to her and you will not go back on it."
Within two days, Master Wan fell ill again.
"Aww!" The tiny little tiger roared with its mouth wide open. It jumped in Wan Cang's hand and kept opening and closing its mouth, "Aww!"
The tiger-headed doll's tail suddenly twitched.
It was not him who arranged the incense table, but Xiaoduo felt that he had suffered some evil and insisted on placing it on the Bodhisattva to remove the bad luck. He did not stop it.
Wanchang realized that the tiger-headed doll might bring him trouble.
Wan Fan ignored Xiao Duo and asked the secret guard to prepare a shrine for him. He placed the tiger-headed doll on the shrine alone, put on the fragrant wax fruit plate, and lit the incense. The moment Wan Fan saw a little girl above the tiger-headed doll,
Wearing a tiger-headed doll's hat, it kept jumping around and shouting "oow" and "oow".
"Understood?" Wan Fan pursued him again and again.
As he fell into a deep sleep, Wan Fan felt something crawling on him. Soon, he felt something in his stomach.
Wan Fan casually placed apples on Fuchen's incense table.
The little tiger on the table holds an apple in its four paws and gnaws on it.
Wanbang explains things simply.
The people in Wanfu's backyard are not complicated, with only a few wives and concubines.
The strange thing is that Mr. Wan is the eldest son of a concubine who was adopted under Mrs. Yang.
