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

Chapter 372
Fu Chen did not refuse Wan Chen, but looked towards the cliff.

The snake belt has a straight path, going directly to the opposite side from the vine.

Fuchen thought about how to get there.

He found the root system of the big tree among the vines, tied two vines around his waist, and climbed to the opposite side along the roots.Follow the snake all the way forward.

Wan Chen followed Fu Chen silently, helping to block any danger.

After picking up the medicine on the cliff, Fuchen quickly went back.Go back after dark.

Fuchen gave the medicine to the wizard, brewed it, and gave it to the virgin.

Standing by Zhenren's side, watching him have a fever, reduce fever, let blood, drink medicine... After two days of silent care, Zhenren got better.But the toxins in the body are still there, and most of the inside has been hollowed out. In the future, we can only nourish ourselves and not work too hard.

Fu Chen stared at Zhen Ren's indifferent face from beginning to end, without saying a word.Occasionally, Wan Chen made a joke and said a few words, but Zhenren can still deal with it.

Fuchen watched the conversation between the two, but didn't respond.He is in the Wu family, no one will report his whereabouts, and no one will arrest him.

At the end of August, Wan Bran returned to the capital.

Standing above the city gate, Fu Chen looked at the other party riding a high horse. Even a suit of armor couldn't stop the hulking back. His hair and beard were thick, his eyebrows and eyes were too dark, his body was strong, and he looked not to be trifled with.

I haven't seen each other for two years, and I'm a lot stranger.

Sensing his sight, Wan Zhuan raised his head and saw the floating dust above the city gate.The little girl has also grown taller, and her thin face has lost its childishness, but there are sorrows that do not belong to teenagers.

Wan Zhuan waved his hand.

Dust down.

The soldier led a horse and put it beside Wan Zhuan.

Wan Zhuan stared at the floating dust with piercing eyes.Waiting for Fuchen's greeting.

Fu Chen nodded as a wizard, "Meet the King."

Wan Zhuan said, "Get on the horse." His voice was still that of a young man.

Fuchen got on his horse and drove alongside him.

Wan Kuan asked, "How have you been all these years?"

Fu Chen said indifferently, "The life of the witch clan is boring. The palace is also very empty. It's not as busy as brother fighting." Turning his head, he looked at Wan Zhuan, "I heard that brother Tu set fire to the grassland?"

Wan Zhuan only responded, "If you don't beat the beast, you don't know who is the master."

Fuchen sighed inwardly, and shut up.

On the way from the city gate to the palace gate, the two were silent, their eyes were forward, and they did not look at their side.

After walking to the palace gate, Wan Zhuan suddenly led Fuchen away alone.Fuchen didn't resist, and followed.

The road is the most frequently walked road in memory.The long palace road leads to the former residence of the two, Lenggong.After they moved to Liyuan, the forest behind Lenggong was also a secret meeting place for the two.

Wan Bran moved forward all the way without stopping.Walking slowly, it seems to be just walking.

But Fu Chen felt guilty, his yearning and worries for two years broke out completely after seeing Leng Gong, he opened his arms and hugged Wan Cha, and couldn't help crying, "Brother."

Wan Zhuan lowered his head, looked at the floating dust that still only grew to his stomach, and reached out to rub her head.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Fu Chen cried.

Wan Zhuan squatted down and stared at the floating dust, the silent light in his eyes was flowing like water.In an instant, the distance between the two hearts narrowed.The feeling of childhood came to my face.

This is her brother, her brother Wankang.

Fuchen cried and hugged Wan Zhuan's head.

Wan Zhuan said lightly, "Who has bullied you?"

Fu Chen shook his head, sobbing, "Scared." Speaking of the two years of loneliness, "Here alone, I'm afraid."

In the past, she just learned from Zhenren, so she didn't need to bear anything.Wan Zhuan would occasionally send something back.

Now, Zhenren has a cold relationship with her.She needs to worry about many things, the safety of the court, the witch clan, the virgin, and her elder brother... All the chaff is far away in the sky, and she rarely writes letters.Fuchen only felt that he was alone in this time and space, and didn't know what to insist on.

It's hard to be forced to fight all the time, to be on edge all the time.

Wan Zhuan stared at Fu Chen, as if he saw Fu Chen when he was a child, crying and squeamish.

Wan Zhuan's thumb wiped away the tears in front of his eyes, and the rough calluses brought a little pain. "Don't be afraid. I'm the king now. What I have, you have."

Wan Zhuan led Fu Chen to continue walking, his big and small figures looked like he was holding the little Fu Chen when he was a child.

"Brother, Wan Chen is in the Wu Clan." Fu Chen took the initiative to explain, "Zhen Ren...he seems to have gone to the mausoleum."

The poison he poisoned is more suitable for mausoleums to prepare for those who dig graves.

"The two of them have something to do with each other. Zhenren went to Lv Chayan to ask him, and wanted to win him over. I was watching. My brother tried to test it, and then I will give you a heavy responsibility." When it comes to Wan Chaan's confession, Fu Chenbin is unequivocal.

The two were walking on the way to Liyuan. There was no master in the entire palace.There are a lot of empty yards.The protruding canopy is like a puppy waiting for its owner.

Wan Zhuan rubbed her head and gave her support.

"I went to gather herbs and hung on the cliff. Wan Chen rescued me and made love to me. I didn't refuse. I want to know what trick he is going to do." Fuchen looked up at Wan Zhuan's side face.

Wan Zhu disagreed, "Why don't you solve it yourself?" He told Fu Chen in a deep voice, "Love makes people crazy, and they lose themselves."

Fuchen sneered, "Brother, love in the palace is so cheap. Count the profits, hide the tricks, pretend to be infatuated while being sober."

"It's the quickest and easiest way to deal with people directly." Wan Kuan said, "I ordered troops to kill him."

Fu Chen grabbed Wan Zhuan's hand, and held back the words on his lips.

Wan Kuan looked at her quietly.

Fuchen hesitated, shook his head, and begged for a while, "Brother, my master...can you leave it to me? He has been with me for many years, and he is finally a master and apprentice."

Wan Kuan didn't agree, turned around and moved on, changing the subject, "Have you decided on the name of the princess?"

Fu Chen felt a pain in his heart, but his face didn't show it, "Not yet."

"How about Princess Damei?"

"Don't!" Fuchen immediately protested, "It's too rustic." After realizing it, "You think beautifully. I regard you as my brother, but you want to be my father. We are only 5 years apart!"

"Besides, I'm from the Witch Clan. You made me a princess, didn't you commit a taboo? It's time for those ministers to talk again." Fu Chen analyzed.

Wan Zhuan said: "I don't care."

"No!" Fu Chen was also very tough, "We must hide our relationship and reduce unnecessary troubles. Even if no one in the court dares to object, there should be no more trouble."

Resistance is futile.

On the second day, Fuchen received a national notice. Nine days later, on September [-]th, Wan Zhuan was officially enthroned, and he chose his own title, "Dawei Tianwang"!
At the same time, Fuchen appeared on the stage together as a princess, and was given the title, "Big Beauty", and called "Big Beauty Princess"!
shit.

Fuchen looked at this shocking name, his scalp exploded.

This is too earthy.

Fuchen rushed over and found Wanchao who was approving papers in the palace.He raised his foot and kicked on the table, "I said I can't be a princess, don't you understand?"

The thick pear wood only swayed slightly, and the brush and ink in Wan Zhuan's hand splashed on the bamboo slips.

Wan Chan was silent, put down his pen, and stared at the floating dust.

Fuchen was displeased, and pointed at Wankang, "I don't care! I won't go! You withdraw it for me!"

Of course not.

Wan Zhuan picked up the pen and ink and let the floating dust mess around.On September [-]th, Fuchen was stared at by Wan Zhuan. He put on a heavy hat and layers of clothes, followed Wan Zhuan three steps, and walked on the high steps step by step.

Behind him are civil and military officials.

In the territory of all nations, ten thousand chaff and floating dust truly stand at the top of power.

(End of this chapter)