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

Chapter 318
When the sun was about to set on the western mountain, Wan Chan returned with the floating dust.

Change clothes, have a hug and eat, rush to the Liyuan, talk with the master about his thoughts, and write an article, and today's itinerary will come to an end.

The stars are scattered in the sky, and there are stars shining on the dark road.

Wan Zhuan moved slowly, following the pace of Fu Chen.

Floating dust can only walk, and the short legs walk very slowly.

Walking swaying from side to side while wearing shorts.

After walking through the Liyuan, Fuchen became tired.

"Woo." Fu Chen hugged Wan Zhuan's leg, unwilling to move, and muttered, "Brother, hug."

"No. If you can walk by yourself, walk by yourself." Wan Chan was very tough.

This palace is very dangerous, too weak to survive.

"Woo." Fuchen hugged Wan Zhuan's calf, his body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, "Woooo..." and was about to cry.

"Floating dust. Get up by yourself." Wan Zhuan scolded.

"Woo!" This sound brought a crying tone, lying on the ground, crying.

Wan Zhuan stared at the person without moving, and walked away.

"Ah!" Fuchen cried, got up by himself, ran quickly, hugged his calf again, tearing up, "Don't. Don't. Hug."

Wan Zhuan raised his foot, this time, Fu Chen hugged his foot, he was unwilling to walk by himself.

"Floating dust." Wan Chaan snapped.

"Ah!" Fu Chen cried even more fiercely.

"I count to three."

Fuchen let go of his legs, but the person stepped back, lowered his head, "Heh. Heh." Sobbing.

It's still early today.Spend a lot of time here with her.

Wan Zhuan remained unmoved, "Let's go."

"Hmph." Fuchen turned his back, facing the direction he came from.Crouching on the ground, weeping sadly.

"Floating dust." Wan Zhuan scolded.

"Are you going?"

Fuchen took a step forward, one step further away from home, to show his attitude.

Wan Bran was not used to it, and walked straight forward.

"Ah!" Fuchen wailed loudly, squatted on the ground, but refused to leave.

Wan Zhuan stopped and looked back at her.

But Fuchen carried himself behind his back and cried uncontrollably.

"I'm leaving. If you don't come with me, spend the night here by yourself." Wan Zhuan shouted and walked forward.

He walks loudly.

The cries behind him became farther and farther away.

Wan Zhuan walked to the corner, turned around, and waited for Fuchen.

"Ah~" Fuchen's leisurely cry came from the other side of the road.

The small figure was almost invisible in the night, a small one, like a stone.

Wan Zhuan waited silently until she was tired from crying.

"hiss."

There are snakes and insects sliding in the grass.

On the side of Anxin Building is a forest, only a few tens of meters near Anxin Building is planted with a small bamboo forest.

The forest and grass are abundant, and the snakes and insects patronize.

Wan Zhuan saw the snake in the grass swaying towards the direction of Fu Chen, frowned, and walked back.

"Woo." Fu Chen was still squatting on the ground crying.

Wan Zhuan squatted down and tried to reason again, "You stand still. Turn around and look at me."

"En!" Fu Chen shook his body and refused.

"Look at me." Wan Zhun softened his tone.

Fu Chen stood up, turned his head, with tears streaming down his face, stepped forward and kissed Wan Zhuan, turned around, squatted down, "Woo."

Then cry.

Wan Kuan was stunned for a moment, smiled unconsciously, and picked up the person on the ground, "Just this time, you know?"

"Woo." Fuchen stretched out his hand, hugged the person tightly, still crying, but the crying was softer than the naked eye could see.

Wan Zhuan glanced at the snake that was climbing up, and walked away quickly.

But the next night, when Wan Zhuan tried to let her go again, Fuchen would kiss Wan Zhuan's face first, and muttered, "Big brother hug."

very soft.

Can't refuse.

Wan Zhuan stared blankly at Fu Chen, he wanted to reject Fu Chen, it was wrong, he had to go by himself, no one could rely on him for a lifetime.

You must go by yourself.

But... There is an impulse in his heart, he is willing, for Fuchen, he is willing to do anything.

Protect her, take care of her.

Wan Kuan hugged the man in silence, muttering, "No wonder it is said that only women and villains are difficult to raise."

Such a little girl is really "difficult to raise".

Soft and delicate and crying.

Wan Kuan carried her back silently, and didn't mention the matter of her walking away and crying.

Summer passed by in a hurry, and Wan Zhuan's study became tense again.

When the chrysanthemums are blooming, the king summons Wan Bran and asks about the lesson.

Wan Zhuan raised 1 mental heads, hated having to eat and sleep all day, and read books all the time.

The king asked from time to time, as if a knife was hanging above his head.Wan Zhuan's mind was full of textbook knowledge.Only occasionally when he refreshed himself and looked out the window did Wan Zhuan slowly realize that Fuchen didn't seem to be by his side.

During this time, he was extremely busy.

And Fuchen is rarely around.

Doing the questions at the end of the month, Wan Zhuan really has no thinking, so come out and take a walk.

There were children crying near the Anxin Building, and Wan Zhu subconsciously walked over.

In the grass, several boys hugged each other and cried.And next to him, Fuchen was sitting in the grass, his fleshy little face was filled with dirt.

Wan Zhuan lowered his head and noticed the black snake in Fu Chen's hand.

There are more than a dozen snakes writhing beside him.

There are many more around the boy.

Wan Zhuan stared at the snake, its all-black scales glowing white in the sunlight.The body is only a little smaller than Fuchen's small fist.

Fuchen grabs the snake and grabs the general.

Somewhat familiar.

Wan Zhuan stared at the black snake, the black snake swayed slowly, Qicun was caught in the hand of the floating dust.

Wan Zhuan looked at the floating dust.

"Hey." Fu Chen grinned, his eyes were bright.

It was not her who was beaten.

The black snake does not attack the floating dust.

Wan Zhuan turned around and left.

Pick up the brush and brush, and it's October in a blink of an eye.

At the beginning of October, the streets of the ancient capital were crowded with students studying.

They all came to the ancient capital city and wanted to be admitted to the Sage Academy.

Students from all over the world, gather together.

On the streets, people in strange clothes come and go, and the customs and words of various countries can be heard.

Wan Zhuan followed his master, stood on the city wall and watched the bustling crowd on the street, he couldn't believe it.

A year ago, he was still a wild child who could only stay in the harem, shamed by others, unable to eat enough, and unable to sleep warmly.

Now, they have to squeeze together with the young dragons and phoenixes in the world.

"These are your competitors." The master pointed to the crowd and said. "Your background is definitely inferior to theirs."

"These days teach you only test-taking skills."

"The real knowledge is still in the Sage Academy."

The master dialed and stared at Wan Zhuan, "Prince, you are very smart."

"This Sage Academy, if you enter, it means that your death is approaching."

"If you don't enter, it means that your soul will return to that day."

"But after entering, there is always a turning point."

The master looked straight into Wan Cha's eyes, "This Sage Academy, after all, is your lifeline, you have to take good care of it."

Wan Zhuan stared at Master, Master Jiang.

He often sneaks out to bask in the sun, pretends to scold him, but also quietly points out and helps him.

From time to time, I need to clean and take care of my long black goatee.

Wan Zhuan took a step back, stood up straight, bowed and embraced, "Thank you for teaching me, Master."

The master nodded, and finally said, "If the king kills you in the future, the sister you picked up may help you once."

Wan Zhuan raised his head, puzzled.Look around.

The master laughed but said nothing.

Wan Zhuan was thinking, is there anything special about Fuchen's identity?

(End of this chapter)