Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 307
"Ah—" the baby cried.

Added a bit of weirdness in the cold and desolate night.

The boy even wondered if it was a ghost.

Tear off more strips and pull the child out of the binding strips.

The white body is shaking uncomfortably, the baby's little head is crying with eyes closed... The boy notices the girl below.

There was also a piece of bamboo that was taken away with the child.

The boy picked it up and engraved "Floating Dust (Floating Dust)" on it.

Dirt and chaff.

Dust and dirt, grain chaff and rice bran, humble and useless things.

The boy knew in his heart that this was probably an abandoned baby quietly discarded by a palace lady after giving birth.

In this palace, there are always some children who are not expected to be born.

The boy groped with his fingers for the groove marks of "floating dust" on the wooden sign.

"Ah—" The baby was still crying.

The boy put the child back into the cotton cloth, walked out of the overgrown yard, opened the door with a "squeak" and entered the wooden house.

"Booming", the dark night sky has a tendency to thunder and rain.

The child in the house rushed out of the house, ran into the grass, and rushed into the house with a cloth bag.

"Boom."

The sky is building momentum with thunderbolts.

The house was pitch black.

There was only one bed, a table with one corner missing, and a bench with one foot half broken.

The child carried the floating dust to the bed.

There was only one quilt on the bed, which was randomly placed on it. At a glance, the bare wooden boards were caramel-colored, dull, with thorns visible to the naked eye.

Wan Chan put the floating dust on the bed and wrapped it up with a quilt.

The quilt was relatively big, but the cotton inside had been dragged away and bulged in one place.

Wan Chan pulled the cotton balls, flattened them as much as possible, and wrapped them around himself.

The dusty cotton quilt is here, and it can be regarded as the most complete child.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Fuchen wept endlessly.

Wrapped in a quilt, Wan Kuan looked at the child, and quietly stuffed his index finger into Fu Chen's crying mouth.

The small mouth immediately senses the food and starts sucking.

There is a delicate touch from the index finger, a small force, a delicate touch.

In the darkness, there was the sound of mice.

"Boom!" A thunderclap shook the sky.

"Patter!" followed by the sound of rapid rain.

"Drip, drip, drip..." The sound of water droplets came from the corner of the room.

Wan Zhuan knew that there were water leaks three steps in front of the west window, one step on the back wall, a place to the left of the table, and the lower right corner of the bed.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu like a ghost crying like a ghost.

Wan Zhuan took out his finger.

"Ah—" Fuchen started to cry again.

The sound of crying covered the entire eardrum.

Wan Kuan stared at the child in the package, his eyelids gradually clenched, and slowly lowered his eyelids, falling into a deep sleep.

Waking up in the morning, Wan Zhuan jumped out of bed and glanced at the ground. The potholes were full of water.

Wan Zhuan put on his shoes, skilfully left the house, and crawled out of the dog hole covered by the weeds in the backyard.

This dog hole was originally just a broken hole under the wall.

Wan Chan kept digging the soil, digging out the bottom.

Dig out such a hole to hide people's eyes and ears.

Wan Zhuan quietly ran out and skillfully went to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen was busy, Wan Zhuan squatted aside, waiting for the cooks to turn around, Wan Zhuan ran over and grabbed the steamed buns and a plate of braised pork.

There was no meat in the kitchen, and someone chased it out immediately, holding a wooden spoon and shouting, "Stop! You bastard! Stop!"

Wan Zhuan ran all the way, holding the braised pork in his mouth and sending it to his mouth.

One bite at a time, one breath at a time, almost no need to swallow, just eat it.

"Pigs and dogs are garbage! You have the ability to stop!"

Everyone knows that the child in front is a prince.

A legitimate prince.

Everyone knew that he was the unpopular prince in the cold palace.

He is the prince who "destroys the country and species, kills father and mother" in the wizard's mouth.

Ahead is a forest.

Every time you enter the woods, just hide in it casually, and the people behind will not be able to find it.

The chasing guy knew it too, slowed down, took off his shoes, and threw them at the person in front.

Wan Zhuan jumped into the woods, and the shoes flew into the woods after him.

The cook rushed over, picked up the shoes in the grass, looked at the pine forest that had long disappeared, and said, "Eat, eat, eat shit! Bah!"

Wan Zhuan squatted down the slope, devoured the meat, and bit the steamed buns. After eating the last bite, he stopped.

He remembered that he had picked up a child, took out half of the steamed bun that was already drool in his mouth, put it on a plate and carried it out.

Run back to the cold palace and push the house away.

Seeing the motionless child in the bundle on the bed.

The child closed his eyes tightly and was very hot.

Wan Zhuan slapped his face, "Wake up."

The sound is a bit crisp.

He is a little tall.

At the age of five, it is already more than four feet (1.4 meters), looking like a child of seven or eight years old.

The child did not respond.

"Floating dust." Wan Zhuan patted her face, "Wake up, wake up." -
There was no reaction on the dusty baby's face.

Wan Zhuan touched her head and knew that she was sick.But he can't find the witch doctor, the witch doctor doesn't want to see him.

He also hates witch doctors.

It was the witch doctor who gave him the title of "killing the king and conquering the country, killing his father and mother", and his father immediately drew his sword to kill him.

But as soon as he made a move, Zhu Liang, the minister beside him, blocked him, "As the saying goes, a tiger's poison does not eat its son. If the king kills his own son, the people will inevitably have their voices. The righteous and virtuous people may not be willing to come to our ten thousand kingdoms after hearing about it. Now it is a big country When playing games, you can't let them take advantage of it."

Zhu Liang glanced at the child who didn't cry when he was born, "We can throw it to the cold palace. On the one hand, we can gain a reputation. This person has no father and no king, and we still raise him, because the king is kind and kind. On the one hand... Zhu Liang stared into the eyes of the current King Wanquan, "Of course someone will solve him for us."

"Since he is not liked by the king, he is like dust and chaff. Let's call him Wanchao."

Without a father and without a king, he is a beast.

Floating dust and chaff, ten thousand chaff.

He almost pointed to his nose and said, this person is a beast.

Witch Doctor, Wan Qi, and Zhu Liang are the names that Wan Kuan remembers in his heart.

One day, he will ask for it back one by one.

Wan Zhuan touched Fu Chen's head, and carried Fu Chen to the woods.

Sometimes, after being injured by others, Wan Zhuan would gather medicine by himself.

Most of the wild vegetables and herbs in the forest can be recognized.

It's almost autumn now.

Where the forest is deeper, there are wild chrysanthemums and forsythia.

In fact, it is safer to use mulberry leaves.But the mulberry tree was stared at by the maids, and it was time to work, so he couldn't steal it.

Wan Kuan searched all the way with the man in his arms, and soon found the chrysanthemum and forsythia.

Throw it in your mouth and chew it up.

Raw chrysanthemum and forsythia are very bitter, but Wan Chaan feels nothing.

When I had nothing to eat, I ate everything.These are nothing.

Stuff the small lumps of green and yellow into Fuchen's small mouth.

Small lips, soft saliva, these feelings are too small.

It's just that it feels different.

In the past, Wan Zhuan thought about raising a dog.Big and fierce.

Now this little dog that was discarded by people will definitely grow into a ferocious wolf.

Wan Zhuan walked to the edge of the stream and held it in his hands to feed Fuchen's mouth.

"Cough cough." Fuchen coughed, chewed, and reacted.

Wan Zhuan dipped half of the steamed bun into the stream water and fed it to Fu Chen.

Fu Chen bit the steamed bun, took a few bites, and fell into a deep sleep.

　The background of this story is a bit different.It belongs to a very early time.An overhead dynasty of various schools of thought.The era of cold weapons.But people are already very smart.The witch doctor has the right to speak.When human rights, kingship, and theocracy collide.

　　Uh, for the ancient background, there will definitely be different historical things mixed in (it will not be the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties).During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, some ideas were very trendy even now.Some witchcraft traditions.Just treat it as entertainment (believe in science, don't promote superstition).

　　As a reminder, the villain Wan Zhuan is very tall, more than two meters.giant.It was because I was sick when I was a child and took the wrong medicine by myself, and my physical development was premature.He is also precocious.

　　have fun!
　　
　
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