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

Chapter 348
Go to the terraced room and open the window.Behind Deyue Tower is a residential area.The bright moon hangs high, and the disc hangs on the low roof ridge, as if it is within reach.

Deyue Tower...it does mean "Deyue".

Floating dust lay on the window sill.

Bucket filled with hot water has been brought up.Wan Kuan took a bath behind the screen.After three days of long trek, my body already smelled of sour sweat.

The floating dust is clean and refreshing, nothing dirty.

She yawned and asked Xiao Er to bring hot water.

After a while, a small wooden bucket for children was delivered.Hot water is also available quickly.

Sitting in the hot water, Fuchen fell asleep in a daze.Feeling that Wan Zhuan wiped himself dry and threw him on the bed.She arched under the quilt, and the cat continued to sleep inside.

Spring is cold.

When I woke up in the morning, I could feel a cold current flowing outside the quilt.Don't dare to stick your head out.

Fu Chen huddled under the blanket, unwilling to move.

Wan Zhuan was also sleeping in beside him.He thought it was too hot, so the quilt only covered the soles of his feet and his belly button.Most of them are pressed on the floating dust.

At the door, Xiaoer knocked on the door and announced, "My lord, someone from the inn invites Princess Xianglan's distinguished guests."

Wan Zhuan raised his head and grabbed the floating dust out of the bed, "Go early and come back early."

Fuchen was still tired and lazy, but suddenly he was exposed to the cold current, and his body shrank into a ball immediately, shivering.

My mind was completely awake, I grabbed my clothes and shrank back into the bed to put them on.

Clothes are cold.

Fuchen huddled under the blanket for a long time before feeling the courage to go out.

"It's too cold." Fuchen complained.

Wan Zhuan turned his back and ignored it.According to the plan, it is time to leave today.It was Fuchen who had something to do and was delayed.Instead, Wan Zhuan was idle, and now he just wanted to get enough sleep.

Fuchen and Concubine Qi have a good relationship, which is something Wan Chan knows.

Concubine Qi was favored again because she ran into the king in the garden.The past two years have also been nourishing.Fuchen often sneaks over to eat and drink.

Among the concubines in the harem, Fu Chen only made friends with her.

Wan Zhuan slept all morning, waiting for Fu Chen to come back.

In the afternoon, Wan Zhuan went out to do some shopping, and when he came back, he happened to meet the floating dust from the carriage.

"elder brother."

Wan Kuan said "hmm" and was about to enter "Deyue Tower".

"There is something, do you think you can take it with you?"

Wan Zhuan looked over.

The attendant turned his horse's head, revealing "a little thing" behind him: the carriage.

Wan Bran: "..."

Wan Zhuan looked at the floating dust.

Fu Chen held his head up and smiled, "We can change to a carriage. Or let them deliver it to the designated place for me, and then give it to me."

Wan Zhuan didn't speak.

Fuchen continued, "These are Princess Xianglan's (Concubine Qi)'s dowry. She didn't bring much with her when she left. Let me take the sign, and I can take whatever is in the dowry."

Wan Zhuan: "Let's take a carriage." Sending it to the Lu country may not be in your hands.

I rushed to Qi State because I knew that the Ji family would arrest people.

But Lu Guo, Wan Zhuan even less believed in this wild dog-like country.

Wan Zhuan packed up his things, prepared enough food and grass, and rode out of the city in a carriage.

With a green card, you don't need to pay any more.

It only takes two days on a fast horse from Kangcheng in Qi State to the border of Lu State.

Wan Zhuan spent five days on the road, walking slowly.

When he arrived at the border of Qi State, he simply found an empty house in a small village to borrow.

The two changed into coarse cloth clothes.

Thousands of chaff cut grass to feed the horses, and went into the mountains to hunt.

Floating dust enters the mountains to pick herbs.

The two stayed in the village leisurely for seven days, watching the galloping horses passing by at the intersection at the foot of the mountain, counting the number of people and the days.

Finally, Wan Zhuan began to equip the carriage when he felt that it was almost time.

The two large chests of dust are the main items.

Wan Zhuan stared at the box, "Will your things be affected if they get wet? Or will they be polluted if they get smelly?"

Fuchen raised his eyes to look at him, not quite understanding.

Wan Zhuan took out a big cloth bag, "Change to this one." He turned around and went out with the rotten dustpan in hand.

In front of the dilapidated earthen house, Fuchen packed priceless treasures in cloth bags.

After waiting for a while, I saw Wan Chaan picking up a lot of dried cow dung.After a while, a lot of them were mentioned one after another.The yard was immediately filled with cow dung.

In winter, farmers also use dry cow dung to burn.This thing has a large quantity, and it is also a kind of farmyard manure, and it is also a kind of treasure.

Fuchen looked at Wan Chan, wondering, "Although cow dung is a blind medicine, it doesn't take such a large amount."

Wan Zhuan used a fork to fork the dried cow dung and piled it on the carriage.A good carriage can hardly see its original appearance after being weathered by wind and rain.

"Is it ready?" Wan Zhuan took a look, and saw that the things in the floating dust bag were mostly medicinal materials.There are a lot of ginseng and scorpions, as well as strange jewelry, which may be related to witchcraft.

Fu Chen nodded.

Wan Zhuan threw the bag to the bottom of the carriage and surrounded it with cloth strips.Start piling up cow dung.

The car was full of cow dung.

Wan Zhuan picked up two commoner clothes from nowhere, and put on one by himself, with patches and small holes on his body.

The Fuchen one is obviously too big, if you wear it on your body, you can't get your head out even if you straighten your hands.

"Cold." Fuchen shrank his body.

Wan Zhuan took out the small quilt from the broken house. It was a new quilt bought from a farmer's house and cost ten copper coins.Butcher price.

"You cover this."

The quilt was placed next to the dried cow dung, just enough for the floating dust to lie horizontally, and I slept with my legs tucked up.

After tidying up, Wan Zhuan sat in front and drove away.

Fuchen curled up and huddled under the quilt to keep warm, his body was still cold, and his breath was full of cow dung.

After finally warming his body, his feet were still icy cold, bitingly cold, his head sticking out, and the smell of cow dung was strong in his nostrils.

Hurry back.

Hold back for a while.In the dark quilt environment, the floating dust felt the bumps of the car.

A lot of stones rolled into the sunken car track on the dirt road, and the carriage bumped from side to side.

The piles of dried cow dung fell on the quilt one by one.

Fu Chen lifted the quilt and opened the small window in front.Wan Zhuan hurried on the road in a thin unlined garment.

"Brother." Fu Chen lay on the small window and called out.

The carriage is loud.Wan Zhuan didn't make a sound.

Those who practice martial arts have good ears.

Fuchen just yelled and didn't think about anything.Stepping on the quilt, blowing the wind, lying on the small window to watch the people and the scenery.

In this model, it doesn't matter whether it is for survival or the strategy for dealing with the Lu country.I just feel that such years are so simple that I feel at ease.

The carriage stopped after a while.

Wan Zhuan turned around, "Do you want to pee?"

Fu Chen shook his head.

Wan Zhuan looked at her.

Fuchen reached out.

Fuchen is not fat, and the small window is just big enough for her.

Wan Zhuan carried her out from the small window and took out the quilt.

"The feet are very cold." Fu Chen said.

Wan Zhuan lowered his head, wrapped his big hands around his little feet, and kneaded them.

Fuchen's feet were full of cold air, his palms covered the soles of his feet, as if wrapped by a stove.The temperature from the soles of the feet eased the shivering in my heart.

In the Wu tribe, someone warmed her bed and gave her Tangpozi (copper flat pot filled with hot water and wrapped in a cloth to prevent burns).

She doesn't remember much before the age of 2.In my impression, before the age of 2, I slept with my upper body lying on Wan Zhuan's stomach.The body is on crutches, and the feet have to be placed on the calf of Wankang to keep out the cold.

In the past few days in the countryside, I also put the quilt and feet on Wan Chan's body first, and then wrapped myself tightly to sleep.

Fuchen wrapped the quilt tightly, trembling uncontrollably, staring at the gradually comfortable feet.

Wan Zhuan took out a piece of rope and stood up the floating dust.

Fuchen immediately lay on Wan Chaan's back, grabbing the quilt on his body.Wan Chan tied himself and Fu Chen with a rope, making a small back pocket.Fu Chentou huddled under the quilt.

The car drives again.

Wan Zhuan was sitting on the carriage, behind him was Fu Chen who was holding him.

Fuchen felt the temperature coming from the single clothes, sniffing, warm.

(End of this chapter)