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

Chapter 333
Everyone watched the excitement and got used to such things.

When you lose power, dogs can run and shit on your head.

We are all princes and nobles, and we hate the provocation of servants even more.

Most people come here not really for the so-called "better education", but because of the wider network here, they are forced to accept the so-called "everyone is equal".

"In the academy of the sages, no one cares about your princes and nobles, everyone is equal." The cook shouted, moving out of the academy's theory to help himself.

"Equality?" Wan Kuan pressed the cook and sneered. "Everyone says it's unfair, but it's just that I'm on the disadvantaged side. When the disadvantaged become the superior, they don't have the demeanor and generosity of us superiors."

"Is it because of injustice? You just feel that you are not the one who steps on people's heads?"

"You or your ancestors have never worked hard, have no extraordinary talents, no one has braved the unknown road and braved huge risks to fight alone, but just guarded an acre of three-thirds of the land with peace of mind. Cursed God doesn't give me food."

"Now you come to complain about the comfort of us noble children, why don't you resent that your ancestors didn't have a seed that was desperate for the glory of the Bo clan?"

Wan Zhuan's words touched the hearts of princes and nobles.

Suddenly there was a choking sound, "How do you know that we haven't tried our best?"

Wan Kuan knew from the sound that this was Wang Yong from the same hospital.

"We have defended the country for generations, but we can't enjoy wealth. The family's financial resources support me as a scholar. How do you know that we didn't fight for the glory?"

A part of the public kitchen said in unison, "Yes!"

"It's not that we haven't done it before! Why are we still at the bottom?"

Someone stood up and reached out to support, echoing Wan Chaan.

Wan Zhuan looked over, and there were seven or eight people.Most of these people are from poor families or some of the following aristocratic families.

There are rangers, some farm at home, and some are county magistrates.

"Say it! Tell me! It's not that we haven't sacrificed our lives, why are we not masters?" These people booed.

Academy is a simple place.

The master holding the ruler watched the big wave of people playing the game, and didn't intend to show up.

Wan Kuan looked at everyone indifferently.

Fuchen also sensed everyone's anger at this time.

If there is no explanation here, I'm afraid it will be more difficult for him to walk in the academy in the future.

Wang Yong raised his head and looked at Wan Bran.

Wan Kuan still didn't look at Wang Yong.

Under the situation where everyone gathered around to build momentum, Little Prince Gao suddenly stood up, pointed at Wang Yong who was filled with righteous indignation, and said, "The glory you are talking about refers to buying a child for five taels of silver to be your adopted son. Die for your family?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent and looked at Little Prince Gao together.

Little Prince Gao asked a series of questions, "Your glory refers to buying and selling military fields and stealing national food?"

"Your glory is that your family and military households have colluded with each other, embezzled domestic products, forced the country to amend the law for you, and prohibited military households from serving in the local army.

Wang Yong, who was standing in the circle, looked very pale.

"You came to the Sage Academy because you can't buy and sell military fields."

Wang Yong was angry and shouted at Prince Gao, "You are talking nonsense!"

Little Prince Gao's expression didn't change at all, and he stared straight at Wang Yong, even though he was only a small eight-year-old boy, "Nonsense? Do you want me to tell you about the Anyang City of Wan Guo? You want me to tell you how much money you have embezzled?" money?"

Wang Yong's eyes were dim, and he stood where he was, not meeting Prince Gao's gaze.

It was quiet all around.

However, Little Prince Gao's fighting strength remained the same, he took a step forward and stared at him, "Speaking of which, the adopted son must be named after you."

Take another step forward, stand in front of him, hold your head up and threaten in a low voice, "If you find out, you should go back to serve in the army now, not a student."

Wang Yong stared at the child in front of his chest, with sharp and clear eyes, with their innate confidence.

Wang Yong turned around and left.

Little Prince Gao turned around and looked at the crowd.

The people who stood up to support immediately turned around and dispersed, and walked out of the scene.

Little Prince Gao stared at the cook in front of him, "What are you looking at? Why don't you steam your steamed buns? Do you think it's a trivial matter to starve us?"

The cook looked at the little prince of the Gao Kingdom and knew that he was Master Gao's younger brother. He smiled and turned around to look behind him, "That...that..."

Wankang let go.

The cook immediately got up and ran back to the back kitchen.

Little Prince Gao turned around and smiled at Fu Chen, and took out the peeled chestnuts from his arms, "Little Fairy, are you full? Have some?"

Fuchen looked at him, opened his mouth wide, "You are so amazing."

There is worship in the eyes.

Little Prince Gao snorted, "That's right." He patted Wan Kuan Education, "In a place like an academy, you can convince them only if you can talk to them. If you can't say it, it's reasonable to say that it's wrong, and it will piss them off. Hmph."

Wanchao didn't say anything.

The person behind him stepped forward and greeted little prince Gao, "I am from the Qiang tribe in the Mang Kingdom, Qiang Yuan. I don't know if I am lucky enough to know you..."

Beside, Wan Zhuan had already packed up the big plate, washed it, and went back with the floating dust in his arms.

"My name is Gao Peng."The nickname is Pengpeng.Little Prince Gao chased after him.

Qiang Yuan glanced at the incense that was coming to an end, he only had time for a cup of tea, so he simply followed.

There will be a half hour nap at noon.

Wan Zhuan led the people back to the house, and Gao Peng also went in.

Wan Zhuan stared at Gao Peng.

Gao Peng was not polite at all, he turned his head and asked Fuchen, "Is little fairy sleeping?"

Fuchen shook her head, and she woke up to eat.

"We don't sleep. You go to sleep." It was arranged directly.

Wan Zhuan looked at Fu Chen, and Fu Chen's eyes were full of longing.

"Can't leave the hospital. Just play in the house or in the yard."

Wan Zhuan needs to rest for a while.

During this time, he never got enough sleep.

When I fell asleep in a daze to the sound of the academy beating the gong, it meant that class was about to start.

Wan Zhuan got up immediately, walked to the door, and was stunned.

There is no dust in the yard.

Wan Zhuan went to the opposite side, opened the door, and walked in, but there was nothing in the room.

Gao Peng just woke up and looked at Wan Bran.

Wan Zhuan lifted the quilt and saw that Gao Peng was alone and there was no shadow of floating dust.

"Where's the dust?"

Gao Peng rubbed his eyes, "She went out. She went out to play. I was too sleepy, so I came back."

Wan Zhuan vigorously pushed back the quilt.

"Ouch." Gao Peng was thrown back under the quilt, hit his head on the pillow, blinked, and realized the problem.

The dust is gone.

Again.

Wan Kuan's face turned ugly, and he returned to the academy to study.

During class break, Gao Peng asked cautiously, "Little Fairy hasn't come back yet?"

Wan Zhuan said nothing.

Gao Peng pursed his lips and left silently.

Until the end of get out of class at Youshi (five in the afternoon), it was dark, and the floating dust did not come back.

Wan Zhuan sat in the yard and waited with bamboo slips.

The candle flame flickered under the lampshade, illuminating the single shadow sitting curled up on the chair.

It was getting dark, and the tiezi began to knock (nine o'clock in the evening at Haishi), and there was a faint voice in the gate, "Brother."

Wan Zhuan looked over and held up a candle.

Fuchen hugged the corner of the wall, resting his head on the brick wall, looking exhausted as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Wan Zhuan knelt down, was about to hug her, but paused.

There is a purple scarf around Fuchen's neck.

Wan Kuan stared at the purple with eyes like awls.

(End of this chapter)