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

Chapter 337
Wan Zhun wiped the stool and table with his sleeve, and put the dust on the table.Take the pastry and eat it.

"Why are you here?" Wan Kuan asked.

In the past three months, Fuchen has hardly come here.

Soon it was time for sacrifice again, and this year Zhenren planned to appear on the street with floating dust to show his identity as the heir.

Fuchen ate pears and sat cross-legged on the table.

It was dark all around.

The wind blows through the gaps in the house, making a strange sound.

These sounds are no strangers to Fuchen.

She regained her memory.He also knows a general idea about himself and Wan Zhuan.

Fu Chen raised his hand and hit Wan Zhuan on the forehead, "It's not that you are too stupid."

Looking at the surrounding houses, there is no fear in his eyebrows and eyes, and he is calm and composed.

There is training for darkness in the training of the witch clan.

Even, obsessed with darkness.

The mystery and depth of the darkness, the hidden ghosts and fears, are all the fields involved by the Wu Clan.

Wan Zhuan didn't move, and got used to the slapping of the floating dust.

In the past two years, the horns on Fuchen's body grew longer and more fierce.

If you ask her to be more surly, she can say, "Being surly, being surly, which one do you want?"

Then draw your own conclusions, "I'm surly and surly, I can't learn to be well-behaved."

There is simply no way to talk about it.

Fortunately, Wan Zhuan doesn't ask to be well-behaved.

In this deep palace, one cannot ask people to be well-behaved.

Well-behaved, only the dead.

As the "Master Fuchen" of the Wu Clan, she is much more familiar with the palace than he is.I followed Zhenren to see the king and also went to Gaotai.

She can come and go freely in the harem, I don't know how much more carefree than him.

When the people in the harem saw her, they were respectful and polite.It has some relationship with the sixth prince Wan Chen and Concubine Qi.

This pastry may have been brought from the palace of the sixth prince, or from the palace of Concubine Qi.But his news can only be disclosed by Concubine Qi.

That boy Wan Chen can't speak for him.Ever since he banned Fu Chen from interacting with Wan Chen, Wan Chen has been very aggressive towards him.

Fu Chen's identity as his younger sister was only known to a few people.

This relationship was suppressed deeply under the court, under the suspicion of royal power, and could not be known by the world.

Wan Zhuan didn't mind Fuchen's hands and feet.In fact, her hand strength is very small, compared to his, it is the pain of mosquitoes.

Wan Zhuan choked a little while eating the pastry.

Fuchen reached out and handed over the half pear in his hand.

Wan Kuan took the pear naturally, half a pear in one mouthful, and threw it out the window casually.

Fu Chen looked at Wan Bran, his bones protruding.The entire forehead looked like a solid rock.

The face also seemed to be wider than ordinary people, with prominent cheekbones and frontal bones, tough contour lines, and dark skin.

A tough guy.

"Brother, did you cause the troubles in the Ji family?" Fu Chen looked at Wan Cha, and subconsciously asked directly.

The Ji family is located in the Yoshikawa area. They have always called themselves vassals, but they divide their territories, do not worship other countries, and even launch their own separate genealogy (self-contained family).

Except for not being king, all the rules that a country should have are in place.

In early autumn, a plague of locusts broke out in Yoshikawa.Issuing a merit-seeking decree and advertising it to the world, whoever can give advice on rectification will be given a thousand taels of gold.

Coincidentally, Master Tassel (who wrote "Happy Life" and wore a colorful dress) passed through Anyang while traveling in various countries, and was invited by the head of the Ji family to give a treatment plan.

Master Liusu said casually, "Chickens eat locusts, so why don't a group of chicken fighters eat locusts?"

The Ji family immediately bought chickens at high prices from various countries, especially fighting cocks.

But some time ago, there was a craze for sacrifices around Yoshikawa at the same time. It was said that chickens can bless them, and the locust disaster in Yoshikawa was because Yoshikawa did not believe in ghosts and gods, so he sent locust plagues to starve them all winter.

The chicken must be sacrificed.

It even launched a chicken eating competition, some compared to cooking chicken, some compared to eating chicken, and some compared to fighting cock.

Suddenly, the chicken became a symbol of culture and entertainment.

The chicken soldiers invited by Yoshikawa passed through these areas, and they were all secretly let go. The more arrogant ones directly set fire to the chicken coop.

The first batch of chicken fighters did not arrive at Jichuan in time, and Jichuan suffered heavy losses.Spend money to buy rice and millet from all over the country, and distribute them to survive the cold winter.

Wan Zhuan looked at the floating dust and asked, "Why do you doubt me?"

Fu Chen looked at Wan Zhuan. Over the years, Wan Zhuan had gained his own influence, but Fu Chen didn't know the specifics.

Wan Zhuan will say some things, but will not explain everything.I will not take the initiative to explain it, only you find out, and for the purpose of education, you will say a thing or two.

Even, Fu Chen could clearly sense that he was secretly hiding his strength from himself.

Some of his movements, she has been learning from Master Zhenren, so she is not very clear.

Even how he cultivated the power is not very clear.All I know is that he has at least one army at this time.

Without hesitation, Fu Chen threw the blame on Wan Chen, "he said. Ji Chuan has no hostility with any country, and the surrounding countries have delicate relations. As the central country, Ji Chuan is a key point of stability. The surrounding countries will not be so stupid to destroy the balance. "

"But there are people who have turned against the Ji family."

Fu Chen looked straight at Wan Zhuan, into his eyes.

She knew how advanced Wan Zhuan's mind was, how cruel his heart was, and how paralyzed his face was.

However, at the age of ten, his temperament and stature have been gradually improved.

Wan Kuan's eyes were flat and his face was expressionless, "When did I do evil with the Ji family?"

In the past two years, Prince Jiang and Prime Minister Lu's son have been staring at him because of state relations.

In the Ji family, there was no movement.

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, "I remember, when my brother first entered school, the young master of the Ji family kept targeting us." Leaning forward, "Brother really doesn't care?"

Wan Zhuan got up, took off his coat and threw himself on the bed.

Floating dust followed behind.

The chaff lay on a hard plank.

Fu Chen climbed onto the bed, lay on Wan Zhuan's chest, and said softly, "Brother, I know you have hatred to avenge. But can you leave my master alone?"

Wan Kuan adjusted his position with the floating dust in his arms, hugged him to sleep, and let out a "hmm".

Fuchen knew that there was nothing to ask, and only hoped for a promise.

She doesn't like dealing with "either-or" issues.

Master Zhenren treated her well, and taught her the skills with all her heart and responsibility.Because of the prophecy, it is normal for Wan Zhuan to be resentful towards him.

Wankang has always been a big furnace.

Fu Chen huddled in his arms to keep warm, it was still a small one, "If one day you want to attack the Wu Clan (your country's forces), let me handle it, is that okay?"

She didn't want a fire in the backyard.

Wan Kuan rubbed her head to comfort her, closed his eyes and said, "You are the future princess and the future great wizard. The witch clan is your power, I will not move. Go to sleep."

Fuchen laughed and hummed with his eyes open.

Wan Zhuan's sleeping face gradually relaxed.

Feeling that the people around him fell asleep all the time, Fuchen let go of his mind, yawned, and adjusted his body to prepare for sleep.

In the middle of the night, "Boom, boom, boom", someone knocked softly on the door.

Fuchen was soundly asleep, when he heard the sound, he got up suddenly.Wan Zhuan, who was behind, had already got out of bed and took out a knife in his hand.

Three years into the assassination, vigilance has formed a physical response.

Wan Chan cat's waist quietly cats over.

"Who?"

Assassins don't knock.

Fuchen stared at the doors and windows, put on his shoes, and was ready to escape at any time.

(End of this chapter)