Chapter 506 Tiger-headed doll and sick son 3 Cold prince brother
Originally, Mrs. Yang had no children, but at the age of thirty, she accepted the idea and adopted Mr. Wan as her eldest son, allowing him to suffer from minor illnesses and attract the attention of adults.
As a result, after three years of taking care of her, she gave birth to a daughter.
Two years later, a son was born.
Now it was embarrassing.
Mrs. Yang was determined not to let other people's children occupy the position of "legitimate son".
At first, Mrs. Yang just asked someone to download Master Wan's plate.
It just so happened that the first two times, when it was time to download the disc, Mr. Wan fell ill.
Once he becomes ill, the clan leaders will feel pity for the child.
Moreover, it is not "moral" to abandon an adopted child as soon as he has a biological child.
Now that we are mother and son, we cannot give birth easily.
While they were joking around here, Master Yang's examination over there quickly yielded results.
Mr. Wan reluctantly picked up the doll, and all the belongings in the house were left with only himself and a broken doll.
I haven't seen him since March, and some people joked that he might have been buried in a coffin.
"Master Liu, Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu? Liu Pei!" The person next to him pushed the sleeping person, unable to wake him up at all. Thunderous snoring sounded in the private room where tea was supposed to be drunk, and the waiter outside had knocked on the door to remind him.
, "Sir, we have a private room here, and we can take you there to rest."
"beauty!"
"Love you. I love you!"
He knew that once the doll's body was lost, Fuchen might run away.
The little tiger rushed to the corner of the table to put the faulty porcelain.
This guy is forgetful and playful.
"Are you really a tiger-headed doll?"
"I'm wrong--"
Fuchen was stupid, and he probably understood at this time: he was hiding her true identity.
Someone has arranged the "result" for this inspection.
"Third Yi Niang is usually the most arrogant and the person most likely to threaten her."
Master Wan's dull face slowly opened into a smile, blooming like a flower.
Anyone who wants to become an emperor must join the court and serve as an official. It is unlikely that Wan Fan, a bastard who has not passed the imperial examination, will be able to do so.
The noble gentleman who was talking in the private room fell on the table and fell asleep.
Poor Third Aunt, one girl was sent away, and three more came.
Master Wan gave an intriguing smile. "Whether you know it or not, he is an upright Master Censor Wan."
The little tiger jumped off the table and ran straight into the museum shelf.
The tangy fragrance immediately came from the second floor. Some people couldn't bear to leave, and some couldn't help but fell in love and chased the source of the fragrance.
"If you don't ask, you don't need to ask."
Wan Fan went straight to the restaurant, booked a room for himself, ordered a pot of warm wine and a few dishes of side dishes.
Once her body is captured, she will be in trouble.
Wan Fan noticed the effect and knew that the tree was big and attracted the wind. He took out a pot of water and immediately reminded Fu Chen, "Bless the tea on their table to the source of the fragrance. The sleepers will sleep for 10 hours instead."
If Mr. Wan knows about it, what can he do? Not give everyone good things to eat?
During the two months when Master Wanfu was recuperating at home, he learned to make various kinds of dolls.
Everyone passed around the pot of perfume, and eventually the perfume entered the palace.
The sick seventh princess; the most beautiful lady "Dongyuan County Princess" with high temperament; the most talented third prince shows his talents again; the young master in the general's palace confesses his love to Dongyuan County Lord, etc.
Fuchen put on the new tiger-headed doll and tried to move it. His neck couldn't be stretched and his right leg was twisted. Fuchen pulled out and took another look, and he still said, "Ugly."
Fuchen sensed it and rushed over quickly.
Wan Fan looked at her deeply and said nothing.
These people are in the vanity fair, but they are not core figures. Their status is not high and they cannot be ignored.
"If a Taoist priest knew your name, would you be summoned?" Wan Fan asked.
Fuchen immediately gave his blessing.
These big or small pieces of information may not sound useful, but they may not come in handy in the end.
This is tantamount to assigning the old lady as his bodyguard.
Famous calligraphy and paintings were torn in half, the tips of ivory teeth were inserted into the wooden board, the gemstones were cracked with lines, the fine museum shelves were dented... and there was a tiger-headed doll on the ground that was too dizzy and unable to get up.
"The blue and white porcelain is moving——" Wan Fan shouted, it was too late, "Five hundred taels..."
Wan Fan threw the paper into the stove nearby and burned it, and handed the pen to Fu Chen.
"When multiple dolls appear in one person's hands, there is no need to worry about dealing with the extra dolls."
The people in the building chased Mr. Xiong.
Fuchen nodded cautiously.
As long as they don't poke someone in the face, both Madam and Lord Wan will be happy.
The central character is always Royal.
"She doesn't want to deal with Mrs. Yang because she knows she can't defeat her. But San Yiniang can."
"You have joined forces with Fourth Yiniang?"
"Mr. Bear."
"The crown prince's position is unresolved. In recent years, the most important political issue has been the princes competing for the crown prince's position."
"As the second prince, you can explain it clearly."
This resulted in the fact that the backyard was turned into a sieve. The head of the house pretended not to know anything and boasted to others about how peaceful his backyard was.
"She is pregnant. Compared to me, she is the target of public criticism."
He didn't say much, he just mended a tiger head doll.
Prince Wan has been a real sick man ever since.
The five hundred taels of blue and white porcelain gave a final crisp sound and "clicked" into pieces.
Fuchen reminded, "I can't leave my body too far."
Fuchen was very angry and snitched next to Wanchang, "He cursed you! I want to curse you, but I can't. I can only bless you."
Although Wan Fan was in a humble room, the information was updated from time to time. He treated these news as amusement to the bored Fuchen.
Fuchen crossed his arms and looked proud.
She is only three months old now, and she is not really stable yet. The last month is very important, so she might as well persuade the master (Master Wan) to build a Buddhist temple there to protect the future Master Liu.
"So ugly." Fuchen commented.
Mr. Wan sighed and said, "He is still a hot-tempered tiger-headed boy."
Wan Fan explained carefully: "I want to deal with Mrs. Yang, but Mrs. Yang also wants to deal with me. Whether there is this witchcraft doll or not, there will definitely be two or even three dolls appearing."
"Wan Chao." Mr. Wan wrote his name on the paper and taught Fuchen how to recognize it.
"Write my name. If someone calls me, I will be called over!" Fuchen said seriously. She still remembered the vow made in front of the Bodhisattva that "one person will serve her".
Master Wan?
Fuchen: "Master Wan, don't you know about these things in the backyard?" She has already developed her intelligence, but she is new to human affairs and doesn't know human nature.
The young master persuaded Master Wan and Mrs. Wan once.
Wan Fan was the official eldest son, but he was actually the bastard. His status in Wan Mansion was well known to everyone.
In the whole mansion, the old lady is the most respectful person to Buddha.
Fuchen sounds like fun, Wanchang only does it for fun, but he still enjoys it and sends people to collect it.
"The four princes joined the army and were sent to distant frontiers to guard the country."
Wanchang paused, "Really?"
Wan Fan should deal with Mrs. Wan.
Countless people screamed and shouted.
"Beauty, I love you!"
If he is sick all year round, his will will be higher than that of ordinary people.
Beauty Xiong Xiang hid in her own house, and was also followed by Yaxin's servants.
Even though his title is still the eldest son of Wanfu, the world only calls him the eldest son and recognizes his identity as the eldest son of a concubine.
Wan Fan kicked the tiger-headed doll with him everywhere, and even held it in his hand while sleeping, completely turning it into a bedside doll.
Fuchen didn't understand very well, but he tried his best to nod and cooperate. Wan Fan put a stroke of ink on his tail.
Wan Fan keeps a low profile and no longer appears in front of people. However, he still appears in rumors from time to time.
"The fourth aunt is pregnant and cannot be brought down, so it is most suitable to place her here with the third aunt."
"If Mrs. Yang wants to deal with me, she won't just put the doll here with me."
Wan Fan frowned and leaned down to catch the tiger.
"In that case, let's go out for a walk with you." Wan Fan tidied his clothes and changed into brightly colored clothes, matching a crown and jade.
"No, no, no!" Master Wan lost his gentleness and eagerness, "That's a top-grade Duan Inkstone!"
Who is holding the doll, and who is Fuchen working for?
"I want dolls from the street." Fuchen has been to the street for a long time and has seen all kinds of dolls. They are very beautiful. They are more beautiful and comfortable than the dolls made by Wanchang.
Mr. Wan squinted his eyes, grabbed the brush in his hand and flicked the ink. Two dots of ink hit the little tiger's face, and his three beards turned into four.
Wan Fan stopped working and said, "Shall I take you out to pick?"
Fuchen asked, "Are you from the second prince?"
Fuchen was overjoyed and said, "Okay." He penetrated into his own body, the tiger-headed doll.
Seeing no one, Mr. Wan was not anxious and lit some ink to write on the doll.
Wan Fan picked up the fabric on the surface and adjusted it according to Fu Chen's wishes.
The pattern on the top-grade Duan Inkstone fell to the ground and cracked.
"Why isn't it Mrs. Yang?" Fuchen asked, sitting on Wanchang's shoulder, eating the newly served cakes.
Everyone joins in the pursuit and runs towards the most fragrant beauty, Mr. Bear.
With the same bottle of perfume, some people can't stand it and often fall asleep. Some people are completely enriched by the rich body fragrance.
Wanchang paused, "Why?"
"At that time, what will Mr. Wan think?"
Wan Fan shook his head and pointed at the other dolls, "You choose."
Although Mr. Wan is the eldest son, his mother is not respected. He is used to seeing the gossip in the backyard. How can he not know the truth of the matter?
The whole backyard was tidied up, and the wife was charged with "lax discipline".
"Hurry up and carry him over." He cursed unconsciously as he spoke, "It's really unlucky."
The dusty little tiger bit the penholder, shook his head, and ink splashed!
There was ink everywhere on the bed, on the table, on my body, and on my face.
He doesn't know how to embroider, he only knows how to cut and buy the patterns and colors from elsewhere to make clothes for the dolls to wear.
It's a few officials' sons who are talking about Wanchang.
After wandering around for a long time, I returned to Wanchang and suddenly heard a sound.
"The three princes are all talented and virtuous, and they show their sharpness."
It was already past the morning market time. In the afternoon, only the shops were open, and the only restaurants and Yichunyuan that were busy drinking.
"There is no news about the second prince."
"beauty!"
Some people like the same fragrance very much, while others can't stand it and faint.
Fuchen stopped and listened nearby.
Wan Fan smiled but said nothing.
The fabric on the front was all embroidered by someone, and he embroidered it into a crooked tiger-headed doll with a crooked neck.
Checked it three times very carefully!
Wan Chao was speechless.
After hearing more, Fuchen gradually began to think about it.
"Even if the materials are different, it can still be explained."
"There are many people in the information you gave, but there is no second prince." Fuchen's thinking is still straightforward and simple, "The center of the Vanity Fair in the Imperial City is nothing more than the emperor and the prince."
"Can other dolls possess me?" Wan Fan asked.
Fuchen lay down on the table, unwilling to move at all. She was bored and heard the chirping of birds in the distance, and her spirit body flew out to play.
That's too late.
"Can your body be replaced?" Wan Fan asked.
Third aunt.
The tiger-head doll is one of the most common bedside dolls for children. How did it become a monster?
"Don't run away, beauty!"
Wan Fan naturally heard it too. He reminded Fu Chen, "May his fragrance spread ten miles away."
Third Yiniang was quickly sent out of the house because she was pregnant with a son and a daughter. Master Yang only had her beaten 10 times and sent to a house in the suburbs without being allowed to return to the house.
"So I told Fourth Yiniang."
Every time he finished a piece, Fuchen would happily run in and try out his new body. He happily waited for his new toy every day.
At this time, everyone on the second floor was paying attention to the movement in their room.
Mr. Wan was stunned for a moment and kept laughing.
Fuchen sat on his shoulder, "Let's play!"
For more than two months, he gradually got used to this mindless tiger-headed doll.
"Mr. Xiong, I wonder what kind of incense you use..." Someone opened his mouth, and hundreds of people shouted, "Mr. Xiong, I love you!"
When people on the street smelled the fragrance, they stopped what they were doing and looked at the running bear "Beauty".
The first one is the courtyard of Master Wan.
The rumors in the capital changed because of this incident. Everyone said that Xiong's family was fragrant, but later said that he drank a pot of perfume by mistake.
Wanchang didn't give in at all, "Then go to a place you can reach first."
Wancang thought for a while and said, "I hope he gets enough sleep for 12 hours every day."
"Try it."
Fuchen suddenly stopped talking. For a moment, she sensed something and wisely remained silent.
Wanchang is 18 this year.
The little tiger knocked over the museum shelf, and the valuable objects on the shelf fell to the ground with a constant "click" sound.
Fuchen added, "It's mainly my doll."
"Mr. Bear."
Fuchen's face was full of confusion. "What do you mean?"
There are many people in the restaurant. Although it is not a meal, there are also many people who come here for wine tasting and tea party to chat.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!" Mr. Xiong took his sword and slashed at the people who were coming up, but it was of no use. The crowd was still surging.
Mr. Wan, "Smart."
The Imperial City Market is not lively.
The new fragrant beauty Mr. Xiong quickly went downstairs and ran out of the pavilion.
This would have violated Mrs. Yang's bottom line.
The brush barrel was chewed off and completely destroyed.
A broken tiger-headed doll with a bad temper.
"The eldest prince is weak and cannot win. The second prince, the third prince, and the fourth prince are all of the right age."
The dust flew out, looking at various people and listening to various unheard sentences.
Fourth Aunt is raising her baby with peace of mind.
Fuchen was told that he was unhappy and rushed towards the objects on the table.
After Mr. Wan fell ill, Mr. Yang arranged for another examination.
Therefore, he is the second prince.
Wanchang smiled with his eyes and rubbed Fuchen's tiger-head hat head, "Smart."
After half a year of recuperation, Wan Fan moved out of Wanjia and prepared to study in school. He was also preparing for the scientific examination.
The Wan family did not care about his life and death. Mrs. Wan was also happy that he was not at home. Mr. Wan removed Wan Fan from his family name for "unfilial piety" and became a concubine.
If a son of an official does not take up martial arts, he must take up literature. Even a concubine has his family mission.
