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

Chapter 328
The two go shopping, Wan Zhu buys and buys with Zhuge Jin in his arms.

Zhuge Jin's gaze was caught by some novel gadgets: equipment, wood carvings, knives.

Wan Bran's eyes are all on eating: chestnut cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, moon season cake, sheep cream, red date cake, honey, bean buns, candied haws, rice, meatball soup... eat whatever you have.

There is no need for stock at all, and Wan Bran and Fu Chen, one big and one small, hold the pastries and taste them one by one.

Fu Chen ate a small piece first, followed by Wan Bran.Fuchen couldn't bear it and threw it all to Wanchaan.

Wan Bran settled a piece of pastry in one bite.Belly does not swell.

One family, one family, one family, changed the snack shop.

Fu Chen grabbed Wan Chau's clothes and gnawed.

Wan Zhuan paid for food, but when he lowered his head, no one was there.

Look left and right, but no one is there.

Wan Zhuan frowned.

Look around.The street was still as quiet as before, without any change, and there was no trace of noise or attention.

Zhuge Jin, who was standing in front of the wooden mecha booth, sensed something was wrong, turned around, saw Wan Zhuan looking around, turned to tell the vendor, "I want all of these." Pay the money, "Send it to my house."

Come over, "What's wrong?"

Wan Zhuan frowned, "The floating dust is gone."

Zhuge Jin was startled, and looked left and right, but found no one.Looking at Wan Chan again, this person is neither impatient nor violent... a bit strange.

Zhuge Jin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he knew that there might be taboos, the other party might not be willing to say it, and it made him smell bad.

Wan Bran didn't say much, turned around and went on to buy the salted tofu just now.But there is no intention of continuing to play, so I wait by the side.

Seeing this, Zhuge Jin ended the journey early and said goodbye.

Wan Zhuan nodded and left.

He looked around the courtyard of the sorcerer Zhenren, but he didn't see anyone coming out of the room.

He can't get close either.

There are guard handles around.

Wan Kuan stared at it for a long time, but saw nothing, so he went back to the palace to wait.

Put away the chestnut powder in the cold palace and put it away.

Wan Kuan returned to the Liyuan, took the bamboo slips to watch by the moonlight, and sat in front of the door to wait.

It's late at night.

Fuchen came back by himself.

Wan Zhuan looked at the floating dust that appeared at the door, his eyes were appreciative.

She doesn't like to walk, and she doesn't know how to run very much.With such a distance, someone must take her.

Who?
wizard?

The matter of returning to the palace did not seem to cause much disturbance.Is it also the handiwork of a wizard?

What's the trick?
Wan Zhuan watched Fu Chen staggering towards him, lifted his feet up the steps step by step, and finally threw himself into his arms, and fell asleep.

Wan Zhuan pulled the man up, rolled up his sleeves to check, and there was no injury.

He unbuttoned his clothes and checked, there was nothing there either.

Apart from the earthy smell and burning smell coming from his body, there was nothing else.

What do you mean?
Wan Zhuan frowned and thought.

He didn't disturb Fu Chen, this guy looked exhausted.He must have been quietly sent back when he came back.

The other party didn't intend to hurt Fu Chen, but that didn't mean he didn't intend to target himself.

He didn't forget his identity for a moment.

When it was dawn, Wan Zhuan grabbed Fuchen to prevent her from running away.

"Painting." Wan Zhun asked.

Fu Chen stared at Wan Chan, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Brother Hua." Wan Zhun asked, and he threw a whole piece of cloth to Fuchen, with a pen, ink and inkstone beside him.

Fuchen still stared blankly at Wankang, half paid, turned around, and wanted to go out to play.

Wan Chaan carried him back. "Ah!" Fu Chen struggled, trying to get out of Wan Chau's hands, "I want to go out and play!"

Wan Zhun clamped Fuchen's waist, not letting her take half a step away.

"Draw!" Wan Kuan patted the cloth to draw.

"Ah!" Fuchen kept crying.

Wan Zhuan didn't budge, stared at her, and refused to let her go.

Fu Chen was tired from crying, got up and wanted to climb out again.

Wan Kuan stretched out his hand to pull the man back, staring at the little kid and messing around with himself.

His eyes were gloomy and cold, looking at her like a puppy who just found a second family.

I was trying to make her remember in this wrong way: who is your master.

Outrageous.

Fuchen sat on the ground, stared at Bu for a long time, and drew a crooked snake casually.Angrily throwing away the pen.

Wan Zhuan grabbed Fuchen's chin, looked at himself, and said with scorching eyes, "Draw me." He paused every word, every word contained strength.

"I want to go out!" Fuchen roared, slapping the floor to confront him.

Wan Zhuan got up, closed the door tightly, looked down at the floating dust on the ground, and went into the room to read a book by himself.

Fuchen got up, walked to the door, and knocked on the door with his head held high.

In the eyes of a kid like her, the door that was almost ten feet long was simply a giant.

Fu Chen shook the door, only slightly, anxious and wronged, "I want to go out!" He patted the door with both hands and called out.

My eyes were hot and I wanted to cry again, but I remembered that my brother didn't like her crying and couldn't comfort her.Fu Chen held back his strength, wiped away his tears, and sat back.

She doesn't draw.

Don't go out either.

Fight to the end.

Wan Zhuan just glanced at her faintly when passing by, looking down at her from a top-down perspective.

Every time at this time, Fu Chen felt his hairs stand on end.

For two days, the gate of the Liyuan was closed.Only the occasional cry of a child.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the start of school, and Wan Kuan moved into the Sage Academy with Fu Chen in his arms.

One room per person.It's not big, with three bays, divided into bedroom, living room and study room.

Three yards surround a small yard.

There is also a small thatched hut in the corner, and a wooden barrel is placed in it as a public toilet.

The materials used in the wooden house are very cheap, at least the tiles are complete, and they are sheltered from wind and rain.

It has all the furniture it should have.

It's much better than that dilapidated limbo.

Wankang's quilt is according to the prince's specification, and there is still plenty of cotton.

During the sensitive period of diplomacy, as a sensitive person, no one dared to cause death by embezzlement of cloth and cotton.

In previous years, there were only a few students enrolled in the Sage Academy, and the houses were not enough to live in, so they could choose randomly.It is also possible for one person to live in one yard.

It is said that 33 people have been admitted this year, and the house is tight, so the master gave up the house and packed up the wing room that was previously unoccupied.

Wan Zhuan looked at his own room, threw the floating dust on the bed, and tidied the bedding by himself.

"Huh." This guy was full of anger, hugged his black snake "da da da" and ran out, not restless at all.

Because of the cold weather, the black snake already has the intention of hibernating.

Wan Zhun cleaned up here, and people also came in the yard.

A dwarf entered the courtyard, followed by a master in white clothes.

Both are familiar.

"Hi." The little dwarf greeted, looking around, "Where's the little fairy?"

This guy is the little prince of Gao Country.

Wan Zhuan glanced at Gao Fuzi beside him.

If there was no secret operation, he would not have believed such a coincidence.

"Don't get in the way." One person hugged the quilt and yelled at Young Master Gao.

Little Prince Gao backed down immediately.

The person who came was a big man, estimated to be in his 20s.It's almost winter and I still wear unlined clothes, cotton and linen shirts.Futons also have patches.

When the big man saw Wan Zhuan, he hummed.

Wan Bran just watched indifferently, without reacting.

Turning around to see the master on the side, he immediately bowed, "Hello, master." The attitude was respectful.

The master nodded and didn't say much.

(End of this chapter)