Chapter 507: The Tiger-headed Doll and the Sick Young Master 4 The Cold Brother's Afterlife
In mid-June, Wan Fan went out without knowing Fu Chen. These days, his actions will be more or less informed to her.
Although he also has friends who drink and talk freely, they don't really talk about everything.
His status as working for the second prince determines his behavior: which friends he should make and which ones he should not get close to even if he likes them.
Private house, deep courtyard, in front of the window.
The second prince sat incognito and asked, "I heard that you are raising a witchcraft doll?"
Wan Fan narrowed his eyes. In the past few months, Wan Fu's behavior, no matter how careful he was, he could not escape the eyes of the second prince's secret guard. He explained, "It's not a witch doll, it's just an ordinary doll without any ability."
The second prince did not pursue the matter further, "You lose your ambition by playing with things. The scientific examination will be held in September, and I want you to be in the top three. After that, I can arrange for you to join the household department."
Wanchang said yes.
After they left, the second prince drank tea.
Wanfan is a person who is smart, calm, resourceful, and exploitable.
Fuchen excitedly pointed to the boats under the bridge, "I want to go on a cruise."
"Father?" Princess Dongyuan was surprised and looked at the two of them. They tried hard to find similarities and seemed to be able to find one or two.
"..."
The doll's outer coat is a slightly fat little yellow tiger, with a mask sewn on the outside.
These days, he has been doting on Fuchen like a daughter.
Fuchen turned her head and suddenly felt a call. She caught a glimpse of a girl among the crowd, and her figure suddenly disappeared.
"The Lord of Dongyuan County has been pursuing my third brother, you go and show off. How can a County Lord be worthy of a prince?"
Wan Nang was paying here, while Fu Chen was leaving to watch at other stalls.
There was no sound behind me.
Princess Dongyuan pushed people away and left.
Wan Fan smiled, "Thank you for your company."
Exactly the same outfit, completely parent-child outfit.
The floating dust closed his eyes.
The third prince, who could still be seen next to the Lord of Dongyuan County before, has completely disappeared.
Wan Fan lost his mind at this time and grabbed people and took them off one by one.
Wan Fan looked at his bride in the room. His wife, Princess Dongyuan, was from the third prince's side, and her purpose was to collect intelligence.
The next day, he entered the court in new clothes and was rewarded by the emperor with the post of Minister of Household Affairs.
Fuchen tilted his head, puzzled, "Father?"
The original bride on the bed tossed her happy head covering and said to Wan Fan, "I'll come. What are you looking for?"
"What?" Princess Dongyuan dragged the quilt to find clothes for herself to put on. "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Floating dust."
Wan Fan glanced at the tiger-headed doll in his arms and thought, why not do it to the end?
"yes."
"Yeah." Wan Fan responded.
Wan Fan looked at the Lord of Dongyuan County with red eyes, secretly gritting his teeth and blowing out his breath from his nostrils.
Princess Dongyuan stepped forward and stood in front of the woman, "My husband is drunk."
Princess Dongyuan swallowed her saliva and found an excuse, "My husband just vomited blood and is not in good health. It would be better to have flowers and candles in the bridal chamber..."
She has something to worry about.
The county master wanted to leave, but felt unwell.
Wan Fan smiled, "I know you like the excitement, and you probably also hope to show up in front of others and play in the world in person."
After receiving the order, bidding farewell to all the officials, and thanking his mentor, Wan Fan went to the private courtyard.
"No." Wan Fan folded the clothes on the bed and looked straight, "I can't wait-"
"What do you have on you?" Wan Fan asked, staring at the woman. The woman is the bride of the Minister of Household Affairs, who was appointed by Wan Fan. Could it be that he has rebelled?
Drugging, assassinations one after another, and the turmoil of various "requests" from the mistress that cannot be avoided, the hardships involved are beyond my ability to taste.
The woman didn't believe her, but she had been married for more than a month, "Thank you."
One night, the lights flickered.
Wan Fan looked at the little tiger. Even though he knew that underneath the cold mask was just a tiger-headed doll, the feeling in his heart told him the answer, "Call me father."
"Aren't you poisoned? Who is Fuchen?" Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice asked the key.
Fuchen immediately blessed, "Immortal to all poisons!"
The aroma of wine at the wedding banquet stirred up the dust crazily. She sensed the aroma and was eager to taste it. Seeing Wan Fan busy taking care of the front, she held a jar of wine and flew to her shrine without any courtesy.
Two years later, Wan Fan made a great contribution. The second prince spoke kindly in front of the emperor, and the emperor granted him a marriage: the head of Dongyuan County and the Minister of Household Affairs were married.
Fuchen sat on his shoulder, watching him lively and distressed.
The woman looked surprised, obviously unaware that she was pregnant.
You gave me the poison.
The female doll turned to Wan Fan next to her and said, "Father, I want to be the baby. The baby in her belly."
Fuchen didn't know why, so he said, "Wanchang..."
Soon, a middle-aged woman with blood-red eyeliner came over. Her aura was instantly recognizable as that of a goddess.
"Floating dust..." Wan Fan called again.
Everyone was frightened and cowered down, not daring to move.
"Ask that expert to come over and check her body." Wan Fan ordered.
Finally, Wan Fan carried the tired Fu Chen back and said, "You have absorbed enough tributes, will you go to the Heavenly Palace?"
Trustworthy and authoritative.
Worried that she would run away with her body, Wan Fan lost his mind in an instant, walked through the crowd, bumped here and there and rushed towards people, shouting: "Fuchen! Fuchen!"
The obscene move shocked the princess. She turned to look at the soul boy Fuchen behind her. She was too ignorant to understand the meaning. She breathed a sigh of relief and scolded Wan Yan, "You are a scoundrel in bed and a gentleman in bed. You still have children!"
June 6th is auspicious and suitable for marriage.
Mrs. Yang did not want Wan Fan to dominate and overtake her son's reputation; she did not want him to win the election, otherwise the elders would ask Wan Fan to assume the position of the eldest son.
Wan Fan took out a big tiger doll from behind, put it on himself and put on the mask.
On the wedding night, the beauty was sitting upright, waiting for the groom to unveil her wedding dress.
Wan Fan introduced, "This is the spirit baby I raised. She helped me cure the poison you poisoned last night. She will also be your child from now on."
"Floating dust!"
He put the tiger-head doll into his chest, walked to the crowd, and pressed everyone's eyebrows one by one.
At the lantern festival, Wan Fan paid for the lantern Fu Chen liked.
During the Lantern Festival, many dignitaries will also wear masks to join in the fun.
Wan Fan stared at the goddess, not happy with this answer.
After the New Year, it’s the Lantern Festival.
Fuchen suddenly woke up.
Wan Fan was stunned on the spot. He never expected this to be the reason.
He looked at the crowd one by one, locked everyone in the room, and searched them one by one.
Three days of wedding leave.
Fuchen was happily playing with toys in the courtyard, undisturbed by the wind and rain outside.
In September, Wan Fan took part in the scientific examinations and passed the first grade in succession. When entering the palace, he was favored by the emperor, who appointed him as the number one scholar and paraded through the streets on horseback.
Wan Fan took the little tiger's hand and played with all the projects on the street, and all the new toys were packed.
In the blink of an eye, Wan Nang loses sight of the little tiger.
After defeating the big one, another small one comes.
The most distinctive lanterns at the lantern festival require you to guess the answer to the riddle before you can pay for it.
"Huh?" Fuchen responded in a daze.
"An insignificant person." Wan Fan said.
"Can an insignificant person die?"
There are no permanent enemies and no permanent friends in politics. Including her.
A red sedan chair, carried by eight people, was carried into Wan Shangshu's mansion.
Wan Fan immediately stepped forward to help the person, "How about we become a force ourselves and still protect ourselves."
Fuchen transformed into a tiger and quickly ran up the tree. "Ouch!" the tiger roared.
"Wrong." Wan Fan lowered his head and looked at his lower body, "I have to admit that I like you very much."
And with Wan Fan's success, Fourth Yiniang's belly finally deflated and she gave birth to a little boy.
"Really?" Fuchen slipped into the rag doll and ran around excitedly, even revealing his animal form and running on all fours.
The goddess walked aside, and Wan Fan followed. The goddess whispered, "Whether it is a witch doll or a spirit doll, it is a doll after all. It is naturally close to pregnant women. I hope it can become a real doll." Looking behind him, "
Since my lord is getting married today and you are destined to be the princess, why not give the tiger-headed doll a real doll identity?"
Wan Fan held his head and said lightly, "I'll try my best."
His life experience is embarrassing, so he can only take refuge in him.
"yes."
Wan Fan and his fourth aunt exchanged views with each other and asked the young master to be placed in the name of his mistress.
Wan Fan stood up, turned around from Fu Chen, picked up his clothes and put them on under the quilt, "You are very capable, and I am not bad either. You have good looks and power, and I am not bad either. How about we cooperate.
"
The words were interrupted. The second prince glanced at the person and continued feeding the fish, "Who is Fuchen?"
"Will you leave in the future?"
When Wan Fan, who was lying on the bed, saw this, he stood up suddenly and shouted, "Fuchen!"
Through the walking lights, Wan Fan saw the little tiger sitting on the bridge pier looking at the colored lights on the water. He ran over and hugged him, "I thought you were going to run away."
"Floating dust!" someone shouted from behind.
It's just that he controlled her body.
Wan Fan entered the house, asked someone to send the wife of the Minister of Household Affairs home, and closed the door himself. "I was rude just now. Madam lifted the hijab by herself. I feel really bad about it." He took off his coat and walked to the bed with her in her arms.
Princess Dongyuan next to her said, "Congratulations."
"Here you go, sit down."
Although he has a secret guard, the first master of the secret guard is not him. He has many restrictions.
After prying off the lid of the wine, the floating dust was lying on top of the bottle, drunk and dreaming, when someone suddenly shouted, "Sir, you've been poisoned! Find the ginseng given by the emperor."
The guard said, "Shadow image."
Did you run away with the main body?
This time, he also put the tiger head doll body into it.
"Ah!" the women screamed.
"You just want to find a mother for your child." The princess revealed his thoughts.
The Lantern Festival is the busiest festival in the imperial city.
Although there was a look of fear on the woman's delicate face, she tried hard to maintain her composure, "I wonder what you are looking for, sir?"
When she woke up the next day, Princess Dongyuan opened her eyes and saw a little baby staring at her belly. "Ah--" the princess screamed and stood up. The beauty of her body was exposed, but she was covered by it again.
Over the years, he has helped him a lot, and Wanchang has also given back a lot of information.
Fuchen was very happy, "Can we go out to play?"
Fuchen turned around and waved at the stone bridge, "Here!"
Twelve of them were the brides and brides who were invited to give blessings. The rest were men preparing for the wedding.
Mrs. Yang was furious now.
Wan Fan also wanted to use her to obtain information about the third prince.
Until he approached a young woman, Fuchen's spirit floated out and landed on the tiger-headed doll. Fuchen's eyes were closed tightly and he did not react.
Guard: "I don't know."
Wan Fan asked others to search him, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, he was released. However, he kept the young woman alone.
Wan Fan stared directly into Princess Dongyuan's eyes, "Don't you know whether you are drunk or not?"
The second prince stared at the lake and said, "Wanchang, who is the person around you is not determined by you, do you know?"
He called all his secret guards and pointed his sword at everyone. Wan Fan quietly ran to the secret room, and the door of the secret room was open. Wan Fan was spinning for a moment and staggered over. When he saw Fu Chen's real doll, he had hope again.
this……
After a while, Fuchen answered, "I don't know."
"We've already established a family, and it's time to start a family." The second prince fed the fish without looking at anyone, "Does Wanjian have a girl he likes? Take advantage of the opportunity, and let's get together..."
Wan Fan regretted stuffing the tiger head doll into it.
This is how it is between kings and ministers.
Wan Fan is sitting upright.
"He has children?"
Rumors began to spread in the imperial city about the romantic affair of a newly crowned scholar pursuing the most beautiful lady of Dongyuan County. Talented people and beautiful women can arouse everyone's imagination.
The two set off from the house they rented secretly. The big tiger and the little tiger appeared at the lantern festival, attracting attention but blending into the crowd. Many fathers in the crowd let their children ride on their necks.
The streets were brightly lit, and only pedestrians at the stone bridge were carrying their own lights.
Wan Fan handed the lamp he bought into her hand and led her to take the boat. Now, Wan Fan wanted to agree to whatever she wanted. The joy in his heart filled the whole atrium, swelling and heating, hoping for dedication and protection.
Princess Dongyuan stared at him, stepped back and stood beside the woman, not intending to leave.
The goddess looked at the woman and turned to tell Wan Fan, "There is no problem. It's just that she's pregnant. It's been a month and it's not obvious yet."
"Huh?" A babble-like voice.
Everyone is pretending to be real.
The second prince stood in front of the pavilion feeding the fish.
Princess Dongyuan turned her head and reminded, "We all have our own responsibilities."
"No matter which master comes to power, we will have no good results. Neither of us will be able to escape." Wan Fan walked up to the crowd.
Fuchen: "..." She already knows a little bit about people's hearts.
Competing with his ministers for a daughter is a woman whose status is not worthy of his own. A prince who wants to compete for the heir will never do such a thing.
He quickly ran to the wedding room and saw Wan Fan lying on the bed in the wedding room, dressed in red, trembling all over and foaming at the mouth.
His scientific research was accompanied by disputes in Wanfu's backyard.
"Chen, Wu." Wanchang.
The goddess left quickly.
"This! This! I want this!" A childish voice came from the little tiger.
In front of the window on the second floor, a man in a silver mask asked: "Is that the Number One Scholar?"
Wan Fan specially prepared a life-size rag doll, which was only the size of a 2-year-old child. "Fu Chen, let's try it."
Wanchang feels like his body has recovered.
Wan Fan looked at the princess directly, "She wants to recognize you as her mother."
Wan chan pesters people in all kinds of ways.
The informants from both sides of the mansion were removed, and Wan Fan also sat up in a wheelchair and pretended to be seriously poisoned. However, in a deserted place, Wan Fan knelt on one knee in the wheelchair and leaned over to kiss the princess.
In the deep courtyard shaded by trees, the two figures were covered together.
The princess wanted to get away with it, so she turned around and went out, seeing Fuchen floating in the air. Fuchen stared straight at the princess's belly, raised her head, and said, "Mother."
