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

Chapter 311
Wan Zhuan entered the hall wearing his black single clothes that have not changed for thousands of years.Because of his height, his ankles were exposed, and he could only wear clogs for shoes.

Fortunately, he is not afraid of the cold, but hungry.

Seeing everyone looking at him like a monster, Wan Zhuan's face was gloomy, and he walked straight up.He hardly looks at people's faces.

"This is the six-year-old eldest prince Wan Cha? Didn't the king find a slave to deceive me?"

A man in a blue robe spoke loudly in the center of the hall, his demeanor and tone were sharp.Thick eyebrows and long beard, narrow and long face, thin body, less than five feet tall.

This person has high hair, and a circle is exposed in the bun, which is fixed on the head. The symbol is somewhat similar to the "6" on the clothes.

Legend has it that Lu Kingdom believes in strange symbols, and all clothes and jewelry are decorated with symbols.

This is an envoy from the land country.

The Lu Kingdom and the Wan Kingdom are both big countries, with only the small country Qi in the middle.

The small land of Qi is almost the place of trade and military communication between Lu and Wan.

The tall man in the main hall has a golden crown on his head, a broad forehead and a square face, and his eyes are like pillars, staring at Wankang.

Wan Zhuan raised his head and looked at the man.

This is his father, the king who killed him.

He bowed and knelt down, and raised his voice, "Son Wankang, I pay my respects to my father."

The king didn't move, he stared at the chaff for a long time, and then he gave a low "huh", the sound was like the mooing of an old cow, and hummed in a low voice.

Wan Zhuan got up and tried the man in front of him, "This one must be the envoy of Lu Kingdom."

The man held his head high, straightened his waist, and smiled, "Exactly."

"Wu Duan's stature is the same as my child's. It is indeed short." Wan Zhuan only glanced at him lightly, then turned his eyes away.

Very disgusted.

"Hmph." The messenger pointed at Wan Chan and asked with a leisurely smile, "You said you were a big prince, but you were disheveled and filthy. At the end of the cold spring, the peasants on the street all had a cotton coat. You are wearing only one piece of clothing. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are a beggar outside. What is the status of the eldest prince? Are you talking nonsense!"

Wan Zhuan raised his eyes and took a deep look at the king on the high platform.

The king stared at him closely, with a majestic aura like a toad pumped up.

Wan Zhuan knew that if he answered anything wrong, he would be chopped up and fed to the dogs.

"Do you think I'm cold? Shaking?" Wan Zhuan turned his head and asked.

"I have a fire body, and I am not afraid of the severe cold. In the cold winter of Lajiu, I can wear a single piece of clothing." Wan Zhuan said.

Looking down at her clothes, "Although the clothes are not covered, they were sewn by my mother herself. The silkworm rearing, thread winding, and weaving are all made by my mother. Although there are stains, they can't hide the body. But don’t want to give up.”

These words are blocking people's mouths with filial piety.

"Hmph." The envoy didn't believe it at all, and leaned slightly with his hands back, "Since the prince is so sure of himself, he must have read a lot of books. I don't know what you read?"

Wan Kuan made nonsense, "The biographies of sages, the demeanor of a great country, and the theory of the way of heaven."The imposing manner is very similar.

These are all powerful books, books that even the king can't understand.

The messenger smiled, unhurriedly, "I don't know how many sentences I can recite?"

Wan Zhuan looked coldly, "What are you, I'll recite it to you?"

The envoy was not angry, but smiled, and said educationally, "People are not small, and pretentious things are not small. I think you are a pig nose with garlic, pretending to be an elephant!"

Wan Zhuan snorted coldly and turned away.

The messenger said, "October is the time for you to enter the Sage Academy. You Xian is admired by the people of the world. His thoughts can reach the sky, and he can care for the souls. My brother, it is an honor, to teach with the master Sir, I accidentally peeked at his thoughts from his letters, and I was shocked to find that the soul is cleansed. But, as far as you can do, I am afraid that you will not be able to enter the entrance examination."

The envoy was unhurried, and pointed with a smile, "I'm afraid I can't write the name. Haha."

Wan Zhuan was expressionless.

The envoy bowed, "My lord, the rumors I heard were wrong." Looking at Wan Zhuan, "At least the eldest prince is alive, which proves that the rumors are not entirely true. Haha. I was wrong. I apologize." Bow to greet, " It's okay, I'm leaving."

The envoy swaggered away, and the king didn't speak much during the whole process.

When the people left, the king said, "Have you ever read a book?" His voice was loud.

Wan Zhuan shook his head.

"Can you write?"

Wan Zhuan still shook his head.

"Then how do you say you know the biographies of sages?"

Wan Zhuan bowed, "I have, but I won't."

The king was silent.

Wan Zhuan lowered his head and waited.

The envoy wants to see Wanqi (the king) joke.

They were all blocked by him.

Wan Qi held back his words.If you want to know whether he will be admitted to school, you must also learn the height of "the style of a great country".

The messenger lit the fire, and he set up a shelf for the other party.

Now he can either fall to his death and lose the face of the king and the country, or climb to that height and save face.

The king waved his hand, "You move to the Harem Liyuan."

Liyuan is the residence of the prince.

It is equivalent to him restoring the treatment of a prince.

Wan Bran remained expressionless, "Thank you, father."

Turn around and go back.

This time, he not only guaranteed his own safety and status, but also made the other two disgusting.

King Wanqi must let him go to school, and it is the highest standard.

Queen Wan Jia had to knit a suit of clothes for him by herself.

Wan Zhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to go back to pick up the floating dust.Now that he has status, Fuchen will be taken care of by someone.He is treated like a prince, and Fuchen is treated like a princess.

Walking on the road, passing Concubine Qi's courtyard, Concubine Qi suddenly opened the door and poured a basin of water on his feet.

Wan Zhuan jumped, dodged the attack, and turned to look at her.

"The higher you stand, the faster you die." Concubine Qi looked straight at Wan Cha, "It's not suitable to keep people around you."

This is to imply that he cannot keep the floating dust by his side.

He was originally on the edge, at the bottom, the king couldn't think of him, and he was still alive.

Now that he suddenly ascended to a high position, the king will definitely find a way to kill him as soon as possible.

A way of death that is not criticized by the world.

Wan Kuan stared at Concubine Qi, took a cold look, and returned to his cold palace.

In the cold palace, the floating dust is still hidden in the bamboo basket.She learned to crawl.It will make a sound to drive away the snake and protect the seedlings.

They will also climb into the bamboo baskets and hide themselves.

Seeing him come back, Fuchen crawled out of the bamboo basket, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Wan Zhuan, who had been keeping a cold face, suddenly softened his expression and walked over.

"Ahhh!" Fuchen raised his hand, holding a black snake in his hand.

The black snake's belly is as thick as Fuchen's hand bones, and its body is longer than Fuchen's.

The position of the hand is in the middle and upper part of the snake.

The tail of the snake is wrapped around the entire right hand of the floating dust.

The snake's head could turn its head and bite Fuchen's hand, but it didn't, it just wobbled uncomfortably.

"Ahh!" Fuchen smiled, showing off the snake.

Wan Zhuan stepped forward quickly, grabbed the black snake by the head, and threw it outside.

"Ah!" Fuchen stretched out his hand, wanting to grab it.

"Don't catch it!" Wan Zhuan warned.

Fuchen opened his eyes, looked at Wankang, pursed his mouth, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Tears fell as soon as he said that.

(End of this chapter)