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

Chapter 310
Wankang was solemn, put the food in his bag, and began to investigate.

The neighborhood is empty, almost all abandoned houses.

Wan Bran searched from room to room, gradually approaching the harem.

This is the day when princesses lived.

"Hah." Walking on the road, a child's laughter was caught by Wan Zhuan.

Wan Zhuan looked at the yard next to him.

"Hey, eat slowly." A woman's voice quickly came from the yard.

Wan Kuan walked slowly to the gate of the courtyard, looked through the gap, and saw a figure shaking in the room.

"Hah."

Wan Zhuan confirmed that this was the sound of Fuchen.

This is the concubine's courtyard closest to the cold palace, the courtyard of Concubine Qi.

Concubine Qi is almost equivalent to an abandoned concubine. She is 20 years old and has not given birth to a child.Was left out by the king.

No son or daughter, the life in the harem is second only to the cold palace.The cost of food and clothing is at the end, so it won't be much better.Not to starve to death.

Wan Zhuan walked over quietly, hid behind the big tree in the yard, and saw Concubine Qi feeding Fu Chen with something like a pastry from the slightly open window.

Wan Kuan stared closely.

He walked around quietly to the back window.

The windows are made of cloth, ordinary cotton and linen, which is not very good, but it is very good compared to his ventilated cold palace.

He tore off the curtain and slapped the window hard to create a windy effect.

The cat bent down and walked quietly to the door.

The woman who was teasing the child in the house heard the movement and felt the cold wind blowing into the house. She immediately put down the pastry in her hand and went to the other side to check the situation.

Wan Zhuan immediately opened the window here, turned over and entered the room, and picked up the floating dust.

Hearing movement over there, "Who?"

Seeing this, Wan Zhuan opened the window, hugged the floating dust, turned out of the house, and ran away.He didn't forget that there was a small piece of clothing in the room he noticed before he left.

Concubine Qi rushed over and saw someone jumping out of the window with a child in their arms.He rushed over, opened the gate, and the strong wind rushed in. When he squinted his eyes, he saw his back disappearing from the gate.

After a while, there was no response, and the door was closed.

Wan Kuan ran all the way with Fuchen in his arms, making sure that no one was following him.It stopped when turning a corner at an intersection ahead.

Wan Zhuan looked back, but no one followed.

But his feet are very obvious.

Subconsciously ran in this direction.

And here, only one of him lives.

Wankang was discouraged, knowing that he had made a mistake.

Even if he ran towards the harem, the footprints of his feet were not removed when he came.

At this time, as long as Concubine Qi came out to take a look, she would know where the floating dust came from and who took her away.

Wan Zhuan hugged Fu Chen and walked back slowly.

"Ahhh." Fuchen raised the object in his hand and gestured at him.

It's a piece of rice cake.

Wan Zhuan took out the jujube cake in his arms and gave it to her, replacing the rice cake.

But Fu Chen held on to the rice cake and refused to let it go.

Wan Bran didn't care, and ate a better jujube cake by himself.

Fuchen tried his best to eat the pastry by himself.

Choking, Wan Zhuan grabbed the clean snow on the ground and fed it to her.

The two sat on the steps, looking at the white snow outside.

During the day, it may be warmer outside than inside.

Wan Kuan silently practiced calligraphy on the ground.

He has always had a vengeance.

I also know that writing is the channel for the upper class.Only by mastering the text can you climb up and take revenge.

Wan Zhuan stole a bag of salt and a bag of sugar.Snow sprinkled with sugar or salt becomes a drink.

Wan Zhuan will read books.Hiding in the backyard of the study to listen to the teacher's lecture.

Words are the means of communication for nobles.

If you can't read, write, read, and be sensible, you will be easily excluded.

In addition to the problem of hunger, Wankang will also try to collect anything that contains words every day.

When Master Chunxia is in class, he will quietly hide near the academy and listen to the class quietly.

Also steal bamboo slips.

But the words on the slips are very limited, and one person needs four or five bamboo slips for class.

The Master's study room is full of stacked bamboo slips, and the five shelves are full.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to read.

He learned the names from the craftsman's utensils, "Big Bear", "Bulldog", "Wolf", "Big Tiger"... The people at the bottom level named them, and they love to express their life expectations on their favorite animals.

Be as strong as a bear.

As fierce as a dog.

Smart as a wolf.

As fierce as a tiger.

He knew some animal writing.

He was also in the curse of people, and he heard people swearing at him, "Dust and chaff, it's just garbage."

He saw his name in the cursed doll that others begged for, "Wan Bran."

I also find my own "bran" and "dust and chaff" in the slips.

Later, he stole a simple letter of new characters, and he even guessed, as well as the words in the classroom, so he was able to get some.

The word "floating dust" is a word he rarely knows.

I also know that the meaning is the same as myself, humble and humble.

In winter, Wan Zhuan still hid behind the snow to attend lectures.

Fuchen was left in the cold palace by him.Water and pastries were placed next to it, within reach of the floating dust.

When he went back in the afternoon, Fu Chen had an extra red cotton coat on his body.

The pastry next to him didn't move, and Fuchen didn't cry, and slept peacefully.

Wan Kuan was stunned, and went to the door to see the snow in front of the courtyard.

In some places, it is slightly flat and abnormal.

Wan Zhuan walked over and checked the snow with his hands. The softness of the snow was indeed different.

This man, a little smarter than him, remembers to shovel snow.

But with the clothes there, it doesn't hide anything either.

Unless... Wan Zhuan speculated that it was for outsiders to see.

That concubine Qi also didn't want outsiders to know the relationship between Fu Chen and Leng Gong.

Wan Zhuan walked back and felt Fuchen's clothes carefully. It was indeed a cotton coat, which was quite thick, and there was nothing hidden inside.And nothing else.

Sitting on the edge of the bed thinking.

Concubine Qi, the noble daughter of Qi State, sent here for marriage.Sexually cold, Wang is obsessed with Ban Yue, tired, and dismisses the corner of the harem.

Qi is a small country, and I live in seclusion.

Currently not showing aggression.

Wan Zhuan still went to the school to eavesdrop, but he hid the floating dust in the bamboo basket.

Estimating the time, Wan Zhuan went to the bamboo basket to fish out the floating dust, and went to find firewood in the distance to live.

He has a clay pot, boils a pot of water with clean snow, scoops out a little from the lid, sprinkles pine nut powder, stirs it twice with chopsticks that have peeled off the branches, and then cools it down for a while to feed the floating dust.

Wan Zhuan took out the dried fish from his pocket and threw it in, stirred it and boiled it to make fish soup.

The maggots in the dried fish were freeze-dried and floated on the surface of the water.

The chaff is picked up and fed to the floating dust.

The floating dust bites when it opens.

This food feeds the bugs cleanly.Wan Bran mashed the dried fish, boiled it into a paste, and ate it by himself.

"En, um." Fuchen stretched out his hand and made a weird sound.

Wan Kuan immediately carried the man to a place farther away, and helped stretch his papa with his legs crossed.

After pulling, pick up the leaves and wipe them.

"Hmm." Fuchen clasped his arms and made an uncomfortable sound.

Wan Zhuan sighed, fortunately, the floating dust can make noise, otherwise it would be very troublesome to do laundry every day.

Of course there are times when you pee.

When you don't hear it at night, the dust can pee all over yourself.

The quilt immediately became cold at night.

At this time, Wan Zhuan could only use the small cotton padded coat of floating dust to block it.

The next day's floating dust can only be wrapped in cloth and made into rice dumplings.

The bedding and clothes were buried in the snow, rubbed hard twice, and then thrown into the yard to wait to dry.

During the day, Wan Zhuan went to the woods to collect firewood.

He still wears single clothes in winter.He is not afraid of the cold, and his body is always hot.Apart from getting hungry easily, there is no major somatosensory problem.

In the afternoon, light a fire to keep warm.The quilts and cotton clothes are baked around the fire, and they can continue to sleep at night.

There can be seven or eight days of such busy days in a month.

Wan Zhuan was forced to sleep lightly at night, and when he heard the movement of the floating dust, he immediately hugged him out to urinate.

The two of them lived rough and survived the winter. When spring came, Fu Chen had already grown teeth, and if she threw her a dry biscuit, she could chew it for a long time just to have a bite.

In order to make a living, Wan Zhuan went to steal the seeds and planted them in the yard.

After the beginning of spring, Wan Zhuan went fishing in the woods to find the newborn cub.

The days were busy, until the king sent someone to send a message, "Go to the main hall. The king asked questions. It's easy to answer."

Wan Zhuan saw that the clothes were decent, the material was very soft, and fox fur was added to make the sleeves.

Unfolded, it is a piece of children's clothing.Only the size of my thigh.

Looking at Fuchen, it happened to be a quilt for her to sleep on.

He knows: he may have a chance.

(End of this chapter)