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

Chapter 342
Wan Hui left with everyone, and he still had to deal with everyone's congratulations.

With Fu Chen's blessing, this marriage, which was originally intended by a man and a woman, was matched by two families, and it was almost a certainty.

Wan Chen was displeased, and pulled Fu Chen, "Second brother is really hateful, I insist on forcing you."

Fu Chen shook his head, unable to say.

She felt that the second prince seemed to have a premonition.This time, it's a bit like... Not sure, let's save it for later.

She also has some friendship with Wan Hui, just to give her blessings.

"That..." Wan Chen twitched, as if he had a problem and thought about it.

Fuchen was thinking about the matter of Wankang, and thoughtfully got up to have a look.

"Fuchen, I want to ask..." Wan Chen just opened his mouth when he saw Fuchen leave quickly.

Fu Chen turned back, "I'll go for a stroll by myself, you can do your work first." After speaking, he went straight to the right, following Wan Chaan's footsteps.

Wan Chen: "..."

In the backyard, Fuchen walked around and around, looking at this overly gorgeous back garden.

She doesn't like to deal with people, and she needs to socialize when she sees people.The other party has to salute, and he must remain dignified, so as not to lose the face of the Wu clan.So just hide, avoid.

Instead of hiding, I got lost and didn't know where to go.

Sitting in the pavilion, waiting to rest.

"Floating dust." Someone shouted.

Fu Chen turned his head and saw that it was Wan Hui and only himself, he was a little puzzled.

"I'll change clothes. Why are you here by yourself?" The two were alone, and Wan Hui's conversation became much more relaxed.

Fu Chen lay on the railing, "It's fine."

"You," he paused, "will you enter the world?"

Fuchen raised his eyes, not sure what it meant.

"Will you consider finding a man to marry in the future?" Wan Hui asked.

Fu Chen raised his head and looked at Wan Hui.

"Sixth brother is very protective of you." Wan Hui said, "You may consider staying with him."

Fuchen turned his head and judged: the first sentence is true, and the latter sentence is false.

Wan Hui doesn't want her to be with Wan Chen.

Everyone knows that if the other half is the great wizard, the status of the king may be pushed to the point of being unique.

Because of this, no one would marry the great wizard to the king.

Everyone wants to be the unique "big king".But there is only one great wizard who is suitable for marriage.

Instead of a chaotic situation, it is better for the great wizard to be kicked out of the game directly and not to participate in the struggle for royal power.

This is also the usual practice of the Wu Clan.You can marry, but you cannot marry a prince or princess.

"The children of the Wu clan demand holiness. Holiness comes from the heart, not from the body." Fuchen said.Turning around, "Brother, I'm only 5 years old."

She doesn't have a lot to say.I have already been put together, and I don't want to be led by the nose.

"He probably thinks that I saved his life, just protect me a little bit." Fuchen said, lowered his head, continued to support his head, and looked at the dead wood outside the pavilion, "If something really happens, he will do what ordinary people would do. the right choice."

so boring.

Even the shape of dead wood has become interesting.

Wan Hui didn't say much, stood in the pavilion, stayed silent for a while and then left.

Fuchen sat until he was sleepy, but he couldn't find the chaff, so he thought about leaving.When I went out, I ran into Wan Chen who had been waiting.

"Floating dust." Wan Chen greeted with a smile.

"Yeah." Fuchen looked at him lightly.

With Wan Hui's words, Fuchen began to think about keeping a little distance from Wan Chen.

Her gaze was too light, Wan Chen immediately sensed something, and stepped forward, "Fu Chen, did someone say something to you?"

Fu Chen was silent.

"I like you." Wan Chen opened his mouth like a firecracker, his eyes were clear and direct, "If you want to consider a man's marriage in the future, you can consider me first."

Fu Chen tilted his head, looking at Wan Chen in disbelief.Blinking his eyes slowly a few times, he digested the matter.

Looking at Wan Chen, he didn't quite understand, "Do you know what liking is?"

Childhood sweetheart, did you like it when you were young?
She suddenly admired their brains.

"I feel that I just like you. I will like you in the future." Wan Chen said, his words finally did not have the air of conclusive words, but more like the integrity of a teenager.

Can you say that Wan Hui must know how to like a successful blind date?
People like them, no matter how young they are, first understand that they are powerful.

If you really like someone and fall in love, just marry as a concubine or lover.

Men and women alike.

Marriage is life, politics, integration and utilization of resources, and a win-win situation.

A lover is like, it is the deliberate affection of a concubine, and it is also an ignorant love that does not weather the storm.

Fuchen didn't take it seriously, got into the car and changed back into his clothes, and walked back by himself.

"Floating dust. I'm serious." Wan Chen followed behind, emphasizing it again and then stopped talking, and followed silently.

The night was heavy.

Wan Zhuan heard voices in a remote courtyard outside the city.

"The soul is back!"

"Go to the king's constant work, what are the four directions?"

"Leave the king's pleasure, and leave it more ominous."

"The soul is back! Dongfang can't trust you."

"A long man is thousands of feet, but the soul is a little bit."

Soul song is not uncommon.

The strange thing is the sound.

Wan Zhuan quietly climbed over the high wall, looking for the source of the sound.He climbed a tree and watched silently.

In the small courtyard, a small man led a big man around in circles, chatting words.

"Ten days will come out, and it will flow gold and turn stone."

"Everyone is accustomed to it, and the soul must be released."

"I'm back! You can't trust me."

"The soul is back! The south can't stop."

"Carve inscribed black teeth, get human flesh to sacrifice, and use their bones as a sacrifice."

One set, one set, quite slippery.

It was indeed the sound of floating dust.The people below are indeed floating dust.

Wan Zhuan watched her lead the others to sing and dance, talking about something.

In the subsequent discussion, the two of them obviously spoke in a quieter voice, as if they knew he was coming.

Wan Zhuo watched wantonly, and when the man left, Wan Zhuan was about to follow—"Brother."

A cry stopped him.

Wan Zhuan came down, looked at the floating dust covered by a black cloak, and asked, "Who are you chasing after?"

Fu Chen smiled without saying a word, and stretched out his hand.

Wan Zhuan picked him up and led him back, "Will you tell me about your army?"

Wan Zhuan didn't speak.

Even if they are brothers and sisters, living in different places for a long time has allowed them to have their own little secrets.

Unspeakable secrets.

Fu Chen opened his mouth and changed the subject, "I'm going to the Prime Minister's Mansion today. That girl is General Yang's daughter, Yang Yiren. I also read the horoscope for you, it's quite appropriate."

Wan Kuan said, "You gave Wan Hui a blessing today and got involved in their marriage. Your Majesty is not satisfied with this marriage, but because of your blessing and considering the attitude of the Wu Clan, I guess he will still agree."

It turned out that the king was not satisfied.

Fuchen was surprised, "Didn't he need the second prince to fight for power?"

"He's just feeling a little unwell right now, and he probably doesn't want someone to replace him immediately." Wan Zhuo said.

Fu Chen listened, doubting how credible these words were.

This is true.

But probably not the main reason.

The other party gave an unrelated reason as a reason, which is called pretending to be fake.

This cannot be called lying, but interference of sight.

Between them, it was time to think twice about speaking.

Tired of Fuchen, he struggled to get rid of the chaff, walked to the ground by himself, and went back to the Wu Clan—there, at least be more sincere to himself.

Wan Zhuan silently watched the floating dust go away without speaking.

(End of this chapter)