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

Chapter 312
"Don't cry." Wan Kuan picked up Fu Chen and reprimanded him.

"Ugh!" Fu Chen raised his head and cried louder.

"I don't care about you if you cry." Wan Zhuan threatened.

When Fu Chen heard this, his eyes were dim with tears, and he raised his hand to greet Wan Chan's face. "Pa," "Pa", two small slaps, crisp and clear.

Wan Zhuan stared at her.

Fuchen puffed up his face and glared angrily.

Wan Zhuan immediately put down the floating dust, shook his hands and left.

"what!"

Fuchen who was thrown to sit in the yard cried louder.

The cry of Fuchen continued in the yard.

When Fuchen stopped crying, he crawled up to the door, probed, and there was a person standing beside him, squatting there.

Hearing the movement, he immediately turned his head and looked to the other side.

"Wow!" Fu Chen shouted, still holding the threshold with his hand.

The chaff doesn't move.

"Wow!" Fu Chen yelled again, and crawled across the threshold to Wan Chau.

Standing with his hands supporting his body.

The chaff doesn't move.

Fu Chen gently patted Wan Zhuan's beaten face, leaned his head over, and kissed him.

Wan Zhuan turned his head and stared at Fuchen, "You still hit brother?"

Fu Chen stared at him, and suddenly "hee hee" laughed to himself.

Wan Zhuan glanced at her, pretending to pat her forehead very hard.

Fuchen closed his eyes in fright, but still had a smile on his face.

In fact, only fetal hair was photographed.

Wan Kuan's anger dissipated, and he picked up the floating dust and walked towards Liyuan.

He knows what Concubine Qi means, stay away from him, and Fuchen can die well.

At least, what Concubine Qi means is that she is not Fuchen's mother, but she can adopt Fuchen and keep her alive.

But he doesn't want to.

He hoped that if he died, there would be someone who would truly cry for him.

Before reaching the gate of the courtyard, the servant bent over to greet him, "Greetings to the prince."

Wan Zhuan nodded, pointed at Fuchen and said, "This is my younger sister. Please treat her well."

The servant looked up at the floating dust, and immediately bowed and said, "Yes".

As soon as he entered, he arranged for thousands of chaff and floating dust to take a bath.

The servants took a new small wooden bucket to bathe the floating dust, with a screen in between.

"Bring her here."

Concubine Qi's words made him a little uneasy.

The servants put the small wooden basin of floating dust beside Wan Zhuan.

Fuchen propped his small head up, and kept turning his head to look.

There are many things in the room, and it is also very bright.

Unlike the cold palace room, empty and airy.The light depends entirely on the sun.

Not a single candle.

Wan Kuan sat in the hot water and looked around, feeling unreal.

Under the candlelight, the oiled wooden barrels seemed to glow.

Lowering his head, he looked at Fuchen, a little girl who was stripped off to one side. Fuchen's eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and he was still in a state of novelty and confusion.

It's real.

Wan Zhuan raised his hand, making the sound of water, and touched his head on Fuchen's head.

Fuchen held his head up, his eyes got bigger.

Take a shower and eat.

There are eight dishes on the table and a bowl of rice.

For such a meal, even Wan Zhuan could not steal so much in one day.

Hunger welled up.Take your seat and start filling your stomach.

Pick up the bowl and pick up vegetables like crazy.

"add rice."

almost the next moment.

"add rice."

"add rice."

The servants watched in amazement as the eldest prince Wan Zhuan ate one bowl after another, and the dishes on the table disappeared one by one.

Ten bowls of rice, eight dishes.

"Cough~" This was the first time in Wan Kuan's life that he was full of belches.

Lost.

Eat and drink enough, sleep in a quilt that is firm enough to not roll into a ball, and instantly feel drowsy.

Hold the floating dust and sleep peacefully all night.

In the middle of the night, the cock crowed, and suddenly someone stood by the bedside.

Wan Kuan stood up abruptly and saw a short man with a wretched smile, "Prince, it's time to get up and study."

Wan Zhuan glanced at the whip in his hand, if he hadn't been vigilant, he would have been whipped.

"When is the study time?" Wan Zhuan got up, put on his shoes, and covered Fuchen with a quilt.

"Your Majesty said that the cock crows when it's halfway through the school hours."

It's really "merciful".

Only slept for an hour and a half.

Boil the eagle.

Wan Zhuan glanced at him coldly, put on his clothes, thought for a while, then turned around and picked up Fuchen and left together.

"There can't be any distractions." The man stared at the floating dust, his long and narrow eyes sparkling with murderous intent.

Wan Kuan hugged Fuchen, leaned over, and said softly, "Whether to be distracted or not, I have the final say. She is not here, so I am distracted. If there is something wrong with her, you will not be in this world."

The man smiled, not paying attention to his words, "What does the prince say. I dare not disobey the king's order. The prince still throws this thing—"

Before he finished speaking, the man's eyes suddenly widened.The gushing blood flashed before his eyes, and after a while, he felt a pain in his neck.

The person fell to the ground.

Eyes staring like a bullfrog.

A court lady rushed over, and when she saw the dead man, she raised her eyes and looked at Wan Chan in horror.

Wan Zhuan put away the knife, hugged Fu Chen with one hand, and picked up the whip from the man's hand.

The whip to deal with him must be a good whip.

The palace maid let out an uncontrollable "uh-uh" sound from her throat, she stared in shock, her whole body seemed to be straightened, her body couldn't help leaning back, but she didn't dare to move.

"Where are the books? Where are the father and son?" Wan Zhuo stared at the maid.Others are like ice swords, unable to look at each other.

The palace lady gritted her teeth and pointed to the back room, "Yes, yes, yes..."

Wan Zhuan entered the room and saw a table of bamboo slips.

Nothing loaded.

Rolled half of it by hand, and told the trembling maid, "Take the letter inside and lead me the way."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." The maid opened her mouth to answer, but couldn't close it again.

Very rigid.

Wan Zhuan walked forward quickly with the man in his arms.After taking a look, the maid was still in place, as if unable to move.

Wan Zhuan was impatient and just raised his foot.

The palace maid was kicked to the ground, her whole body seemed to be in shock, she got up suddenly, ran to the study to hold the bamboo slips, and trotted forward to lead the way.

There are many movements.

The floating dust was pressed by the bamboo slips, making it uncomfortable. "Uh huh", the body kept twisting, the more twisted, the more crowded.

"Don't move." He ordered.

Fu Chen felt even more uncomfortable, opened his eyes, "Hmm", he swung his legs and writhed, "Ah!" and began to cry.

Being tied up and unable to move feels too uncomfortable.

Wan Zhuan sighed, put down the bamboo slips, raised his feet, stuffed the person into his clothes, and tightened his waist with the belt, letting Fuchen sleep on his chest.

Then slowly squat down, hold the bamboo slips in both hands, support the bottom, do not apply force from left to right, and do not be oppressed by the floating dust.

There is no sense of oppression, the floating dust is moved and relaxed, and the emotions gradually subside. The whole body is bowed, shrunk in the clothes, and buried in the chest.

The place where the master teaches is called Anxin Building.

There are three floors.

When the father and son saw the chaff, they frowned and commented, "It's so big, it's still chaotic, and it's a rotten tree."

Wan Zhuan put down the bamboo slips and sat at the table, "What do you teach, sir? Let's start."

Instruct the maid in the back, "Prepare ten catties of grain and a bowl of porridge."

The maid nodded.

"I haven't attended class yet, what to eat! I don't want to make progress!" The teacher scolded!
Wan Zhuan was too lazy to argue, and checked the contents of the bamboo slips.

"Which one you get, learn which one! I'll teach it once, and you read it. Then copy it ten times! Do you understand?" Mr. asked.

Wanchao nodded.

(End of this chapter)