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

Chapter 402
"You are not afraid of me." The prince asked.Stop writing and watch Fuchen's reaction.

It was the first time the man had looked at himself.Fuchen was a little excited, and asked, "Why are you afraid?"

The prince didn't speak, and quietly looked at Fu Chen.At that glance, the universe seemed to have changed to another galaxy in the dark eyes.

There was a sound of candle flame explosion.

He changed a piece of rice paper, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, tapped it twice, and danced on the paper.

"Jun...zi Wu".Fuchen followed the handwriting and read aloud.

"You can say Ah Wu instead of me." The prince said softly.

It's still a cold voice, but I feel that he is treating you gently.

Weird feeling.

"Slap." Fu Chen jumped down.

Drag the rice paper to the left, and drag the paper for a while.The two leaves held the relatively large pen holder and dipped it in the ink pool, and dropped two drops of ink in the air, and then threw it on the paper.

Hold the pen and write slowly on the paper.

"Fu... Chen. Your name is Fu Chen." the prince said.

"Hey." Fuchen smiled brightly, and asked with his arms akimbo, "How's it going? It sounds good."

The prince's eyes softened, "It sounds nice."

There are two sheets of paper in the field of vision, one is "Gentleman Wu" and the other is "Floating Dust", covering most of the table and the entire field of vision.

"Words have to be practiced." Too scribbled.Too much ink and dirty paper.Prince evaluation.

The prince called for someone to dry the paper and put it away, took the booklet and continued to read it.

It was late at night, and the lights in the study were still on.

The candles in the room had their wick cut off one after another, and the dusty green leaves were also crumbling.

The pen that had been standing upright stopped.

In front of you are the green leaves hanging down.Without waiting for the prince to guess, almost in an instant, the green leaves turned into branches, quickly burrowing into the ground and breaking the house.

Changes come too fast.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

The sound rang at the same time, and the room disappeared instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the study room disappeared and turned into broken furniture hanging from tree roots.

"My lord! My lord!" shouted the butler.

"My lord is fine." The lord yelled back, his gaze fixed above.

The butler pushed open the door, shocked.Your Highness is fine.Even the table and chairs are fine, only a few notebooks are missing.

The gentleman was also shocked, and sat down on his seat lightly.

At that moment, he couldn't escape at all.

But now he is sitting here firmly.

The root system broke through the entire study room, but it bypassed him and gave him a space to relax and work.

She avoided him subconsciously.

The housekeeper stepped forward to pick up the booklet for the prince, muttering, "The holy monk came to the mansion today and said that spirit grass is easy to mess around when sleeping, so we need to be more tolerant."

"It's all right. There are plenty of houses in the palace." The prince smelled the light fragrance and looked up to see big red flowers hanging on the branches.

The trees are so tall that no boundaries can be seen from the house.

The gentleman has no room to leave, and someone outside is already lighting up with a torch.

Standing outside the room and looking at it, under the afterglow of the fire, the big tree was as thick as a yard.The study is on the west side, and there is a little open space on the west side of the courtyard, but the courtyard wall is breached on the east side, extending to other courtyards.

Looking around, the ground is full of her roots.

"Hoo. Hoo." There was a slight grunt from above.This snoring sound indicated that the owner was sleeping soundly, but it also indicated that there was a huge monster hidden in the big tree.

Unaware of something, the gentleman ordered in a cold voice, "Extinguish all the fire! Anyone who asks will pretend that they didn't see it." Glancing at the butler, the butler nodded.

The gentleman jumped to the root of the tree alone, pulling the flower vine and jumping up.

The housekeeper looked at everyone seriously, "Everyone understands the rules of the palace."

"Yes." Everyone bowed their heads in response.

In the dark night, the prince climbed with the flower vines.

In the quiet capital city, the house sleeps quietly below.A dense sky emerged behind Junzi Wu.

The flower vines almost cover the entire tree, making it difficult to see the original appearance of the tree.The red double flowers flickered in the night.

"Hoo, hoo." The big guy was still sleeping soundly.

The prince judged the direction by listening to the snoring.

After a lot of tossing, the prince determined the "outlet".The right hand is holding the flower vine to maintain balance, and the left hand is touching the flower vine.

poke in.Left touch right touch, did not touch.

He tried his best to lean in, and stretched his hands in.A cold touch came.

touched it.

Touching his hands up and down, it was a layer of hard armor.The armor has fine and dense lines.

Huateng's wrist is thick enough to wrap around a person.

Gentleman Wu wrapped the flower vines around his body, wrapped his feet around the vines, and fell to pick the flower vines.

"Huh." There was a huge breathing sound in the flower vine.

"Huh." His own voice came from the eardrums.

"Huh." The prince heard the breathing of the two overlapped.

There was a crackling sound of "哗哗哗", and when the rattan was completely torn apart, a strong line of sight burst out.

The gentleman was not shocked and stayed where he was.

"Huh." There was an urgent breathing sound.

Vision disappears.become milder.

"Floating dust." Junzi called out tentatively.

"Huh." There was no movement in his gaze, as if he was responding: Why are you looking for me?

"Your eyes..." The prince stroked the scales.

The sight he felt came from here, but... no eyes.

The eye is the soul.

Creatures without eyes are destined to die, and it is difficult to fly to the sky.Even dragons.

It seemed that the person hadn't responded for a long time, and the faint sight disappeared.Lowering his head slightly, a steady snoring sounded, and he fell into a sound sleep.

The gentleman did not touch the dragon horns of the floating dust, his face was solemn.

The clouds fluttered, and the moonlight leaked from the gap.Gradually, from west to east, sweeping across the big trees.

At that moment, it seemed that the secret had been leaked.

The gentleman looked at the palace unwarranted.

The palace, the high platform, the emperor saw the green, his face was serious.

That glance, full of green, is the tip of the iceberg.A pillar of shadow in the darkness is the supertree.

That direction is the palace.

In the palace.

"Amitabha."

The gentleman did not hear a Buddha's name, and then a scripture.The sound was neither loud nor small, and the source of the sound was unknown, as if it came from all around.A smooth, dignified sound that's hard to ignore.

Turning around, I saw big characters, Sanskrit characters in gold, twisted into circles, circling the big tree.

In the post station, the monks are chanting mantras.

In the palace two miles away, the big tree gradually disappeared.

The palace, the high platform, and the huge black shadow in the field of vision have disappeared, and the distant and drowsy field of vision is restored.In the night, above the roof, the line of sight never caught sight of the blackness that was deeper than the night.

He doesn't think what he sees is an illusion.

Even if it is, no emperor will let go of any "illusion".

The prince jumped to the ground.

The big tree was still there, but there was a faint golden light above the palace.Walking out of the palace, you can't see the golden light or the big tree.

The prince let out a sigh of relief, since he can be invisible, there is still a chance.

Tonight, many people in the imperial city are doomed to suffer from insomnia.

dawn.

Fuchen felt that he was sleeping well, with two small leaves stretched out, and when he opened his eyes, there was a mess.

"Fuck, why are there so many pitfalls? Who did it?" Fuchen was surprised.

Obviously it was fine yesterday.

The butler standing beside him bent down, "Go back to your lord, it's you, my lord."

"Me? What are you kidding? I'm just a piece of grass! Look at my feet, they're not enough for this pit." Fuchen was emotional, feeling that he had been wronged.

The housekeeper bowed respectfully, "My lord has misunderstood me. No one in the world dares to belittle your lord's ability."

"Heh. Come to play with me when I'm a follower? I don't believe it." Fu Chen's reaction was that he was teasing himself.

After being a grass for so many years, can she not know the ability of grass?
The butler smiled without saying a word, and followed behind the grass.

"Where's Ah Wu?" Fu Chen asked.

The butler was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and said with a smile, "The lord has gone to court. Does your lord know about mirages?"

"A mirage?" Fuchen thought about it, knowing but not knowing.

"Last night, a huge tree appeared in the palace. The lord suspects it is a mirage. I am answering in the palace today. If you want to hear it, you can go to the palace now and listen to the lord's detailed explanation." The butler said slowly.

"Okay." Fuchen was excited.

Royal Palace.

"Emperor brother, what was the vision in your palace last night?" The emperor asked the prince to explain.

"Back to the emperor, my brother thought it was a mirage." The prince seriously analyzed for the emperor, "The mirage is because the Taoist sky mirror makes the mirror image of one place so that people in another place can see it. Come to think of it, there is a sky mirror above the imperial city. "

"Tianjing?" The emperor didn't believe what the prince said, turned around and asked the monk, "What does the holy monk think?"

He suspected it was a spirit herb.

Monks can never tell lies.

"The poor monk believes that the prince's view is refreshing, and it is indeed possible." The monk avoided the important and ignored it.

He didn't lie, he only said that there was such a possibility, but it might be misleading.

"Your Majesty, the spirit grass is outside the hall." The father-in-law next to him whispered to the emperor.

"Xuan."

Fu Chen hopped up and down on the prince's jade crown, turned his head to greet the monk, "Monk, are you there?" He sat down on the jade crown.

The monk smiled and folded his palms together in return.

"Lingcao, can you become a big tree?" The emperor asked directly.

Fu Chen was not happy, and jumped up and pointed at the emperor and scolded, "You have become a big tree. You can show me? Do you understand the mirage? You are ignorant." Little Leaf pointed at the emperor one by one, and the other with her hips on her hips, like Very human.

The emperor choked half to death.He can't order the grass to be executed.

The minister stepped forward to rescue the emperor, "Your Majesty, the nature of the holy grass, plants and trees does not know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. Don't blame the emperor."

"Hmph." Xiaocao snorted.

"The matter of heaven and mirages has been discussed in ancient and modern mines. The foolish minister has never seen it in his life so far..."

Everyone agreed, saying that they had never seen it, even if they heard it, they rarely heard it.

This matter was exposed hastily, and nothing happened.

Everyone go back.

Fu Chen sat on the prince, watching the scenery of the palace retreat. "A Wu, is the mirage beautiful?" Fu Chen was melancholy, "I want to see it too. I don't know when the sky mirror will be able to shine again."

The prince walked and said casually, "It's very beautiful, you will see it later."

Fuchen regards this as comfort, and feels sad.

The monk has been following behind.He was worried that the exposure of the dust would lead to a crisis.Enter the palace early.At this time, watching one person and one grass leave, she turned around with a faint smile.

Longan will open.

A priesthood will be dusty.

The first thing Junziwu does after leaving the palace: go to wine tasting with the floating dust.

He rode to a winery and asked someone to open the wine jar for Fu Chen to choose.

Fu Chen felt that he was the happiest person, "You are so kind. Woohoo." Turning around, he jumped up and down to pick up wine.

There are two main types of baijiu.

Sauce-flavored, strong-flavored.

Maotai-flavored wine has a sauce-flavored, burnt aroma, and a delicate taste. After drinking it, the wine smells in the mouth, and the smell is sweet and not punchy.

Luxiangjiao has a strong aroma, full-bodied taste, sweet and refreshing in the mouth, after drinking, the aroma of the wine rises, and the aftertaste is bitter and bitter, with a bit of punch.

This is the taste of the first bite.

The second and third sips have all the flavors.

Some people only love the first sip, just covet the sweetness of the first sip.

Some people love a mouthful of stuffy, spicy and smooth, enjoyable.

Some people like to savor slowly and taste all the flavors of life.

Fuchen is the guy who likes to drink it in one sip. After drinking it, he can't taste any taste, and he knows how to drink it.

Fu Chen picked out five flavors of wine neatly, and Jun Zi ordered someone to secretly send them to the palace.

With wine, life is moist.This is the motto of the drunkard.

Fuchen followed the gentleman, eating and drinking, and forgot about the monk for the time being.

The two returned to the palace together, and the prince walked to the garden.The Four Treasures of the Study have been placed there.

"Are you reviewing here?" Fu Chen was curious.

"Yes, what's the matter?" The prince asked back, sat down with his clothes hem lifted, picked up the booklet and began to read.

Fuchen looked around, the pines and cypresses in the back were green, the crape myrtle was flourishing, and there was a large open space in front.

"Just add a pavilion here." It feels like a normal garden will have a pavilion, especially in such a large open space, there are clearly roads leading to the garden, but there is no pavilion.

"No." Gentleman Wu flatly refused.

"Why not?"

"Save money." The prince picked up a brush and started to write.

"Oh." Not often.

As usual, Fu Chen sat on Ah Wu's shoulders and read the excerpts.

"My lord, I'm looking for flowers to see you." The butler stepped forward.

"What is he here for?" Wang Ye asked, staring at the words on the paper.

"What kind of flower is Tanhua? Is it delicious?" Fuchen was curious.

"Tanhua is not a flower, it means No.2 in the imperial examination." Wang Ye explained.

"That's not an official yet."

"Not yet. The official position will be awarded after February, and it will be a county magistrate for three years at most." The prince explained.

"Then why is he here? I want you to stay in the imperial city." Fu Chen asked.

The prince shook his head and looked at the butler.

"Returning to the master, it's about releasing the granary for Sanyue. Sanyue is a fellow student of him, and they share the same goals. He believes that Sanyue's releasing the granary to save people is an act of benevolence and righteousness. It should be regarded as a model by the world, rather than being detained." The housekeeper said.

"Where did he get the news?" the prince asked, staring at the butler.

The emperor and the prime minister don't even know about this. He is not an official. Where did he get the resources to find out about this?

The housekeeper was very respectful, "Three days ago, a Fuhe squire fled to the imperial city. He drank tea at the Tanhuaxi Teahouse, and he did not shy away from all kinds of teachings. We asked about this after we exchanged ideas."

The source of information is wide, there is no official airs, but it is a talent.pity……

"No see." The prince said, continuing to read the text.

"He said you couldn't see him, so he couldn't kneel down for a long time," said the housekeeper.

"Oh." The prince was not happy.

The butler bowed to the end and backed away.

Fuchen looked at it, but felt bored, she could understand today's excerpts.It is full of floods, droughts, insect plagues, civil unrest, official unrest, and greed.

She is sleepy.The green leaves just drooped.

"Go drink." A voice urged in my ear.

"what?"

"Papa." The prince clapped his hands twice, and put the two jars of wine on the open space.

(End of this chapter)