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

Originally, Mrs. Yang had no children under her knees, and at the age of 30, she also recognized it, so she adopted Mr. Wan as the eldest son, making him suffer from constant ailments and attracting the attention of adults.

As a result, I took it for three years and gave birth to a daughter.

Two years later, a son was born.

It was embarrassing now.

Mrs. Yang is absolutely determined that it is impossible for someone else's child to occupy the position of "first son".

In the beginning, Mrs. Yang just asked someone to download Mr. Wan's disc.

Coincidentally, the first two times, when it was time to place the disc, Mr. Wan fell ill.

As soon as he got sick, the patriarchs felt sorry for the child.

Moreover, it is not "moral" to abandon an adopted child as soon as one has a biological child.

Now that you have become a mother and child, you can't let it go easily.

This violated Mrs. Yang's bottom line.

Since then, Master Wan has been a real sick man.

Even though he is still the eldest son of the Wanfu, the world only calls him the eldest son and recognizes him as the eldest son of the concubine.

After Mr. Wan fell ill, Master Yang arranged another examination.

The first one is the courtyard of Prince Wan.

Checked three times very carefully!

Master Wan squinted his eyes at the little guy, grabbed the brush in his hand and flicked the ink, two dots of ink splashed on the little tiger's face, and the three beards became four beards.

The dusty little tiger bit the penholder, shook his head, and the ink splashed!
Ink was everywhere on the bed, on the table, on my body, on my face.

Master Wan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't stop laughing.

Fu Chen crossed his hips and looked proud.

Master Wan's sluggish face slowly smiled, blooming like a flower.

"Are you really a tiger head doll?"

Tiger head doll is one of the most common bedside dolls for children.How did it become a monster?

The barrel of the brush pen was bitten off and completely ruined.

Master Wan sighed, "He's still a short-tempered tiger-headed doll."

Floating dust was said, unhappy.Rush towards the object on the table.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Master Wan lost his gentleness and was eager, "That's a top-grade Duanyan!"

The patterns on the top-grade Duan inkstone fell to the ground and there were cracks.

The little tiger rushed to the corner of the table to put the faulty porcelain.

"Blue and White Porcelain Move—" Wan Zhuan shouted, it was too late, "500 taels..."

The 500 taels of blue-and-white porcelain gave a final crisp sound, and it shattered into flowers.

Wan Zhuan raised his eyebrows and leaned over to catch the tiger.

The little tiger jumped off the table and ran straight for the museum shelf.

"me fault--"

That's too late.

The little tiger knocked down the museum shelf, and the precious objects on the shelf fell to the ground, making a constant "click".

Calligraphy and paintings by famous artists were torn in half, ivory fangs were inserted into wooden boards, gemstones were cracked, fine museum shelves were notched... and there were also tiger-headed dolls on the ground who were dizzy and unable to get up.

Master Wan had no choice but to pick up the doll, and all the belongings in the house were left with himself and a broken doll.

A doll with a bad temper and broken tiger head.

There was a fight here, and Master Yang's inspection over there quickly came to the result.

Someone has arranged the "result" for this inspection.

Third aunt.

"Why isn't it Mrs. Yang?" Fu Chen sat on Wan Zhuan's shoulder, eating the newly presented pastries, and asked doubts.

Wan Bran should deal with Mrs. Wan.

"You joined forces with Fourth Aunt?"

Master Wan, "Smart."

Wan Kuan carefully explained: "I want to deal with Mrs. Yang, but Mrs. Yang also wants to deal with me. Whether there are witchcraft dolls or not, there must be two or even three dolls appearing."

"At that time, what will Lord Wan think?"

Lord Wan?
Fuchen: "Master Wan doesn't know about these things in the backyard?" She has already opened her mind, but she just understands human affairs and doesn't know human nature.

Master Wan gave an intriguing smile. "Whether you know it or not, he is an upright Lord Censor Wan."

Master Wan knows, so what can he do?Don't give everyone good fruit to eat?

Although Mr. Wan is the eldest son, his mother is not respected. If she is used to seeing Gou Lan in the backyard, will she not know the truth of the matter?
Clean up everything in the backyard, and my wife will also be punished for "lax discipline".

As long as they don't get stabbed in the face, Madam and Master Wan will be happy at ease.

This has resulted in the fact that the backyard has become a sieve.The head of the house pretended not to know anything, and could brag about how peaceful his backyard was.

"So I told Fourth Aunt about it."

"She is pregnant, and she is the target of public criticism compared to me."

"She doesn't want to deal with Mrs. Yang, because she knows she can't take it down. But Third Aunt can."

"Third Aunt is usually the most shy, and also the person who is most likely to threaten her."

"If Mrs. Yang wants to deal with me, she won't just put the doll here."

"The fourth aunt is pregnant, so she can't be overthrown either, so it's most suitable to put it with the third aunt."

Poor third aunt, one is sent away, and three more come.

"Multiple dolls appear in the hands of one person, so there is no need to bother to deal with the extra dolls."

"Even if the material is different, it can be explained."

Fuchen didn't understand very well, but tried his best to nod and cooperate.A stroke of ink was tapped on the tail by Wan Zhuan.

Third Yiniang was quickly sent out of the mansion, because she was pregnant with a son and a daughter, Mr. Yang only ordered 10 boards to be played, and she was sent to a house in the suburbs, and she was not allowed to return to the mansion.

The fourth aunt raised her baby with peace of mind.

She is only three months now, and she is not really stable yet.The last month is very important, so I just talked to the master (Lord Wan), saying that I will build Buddhist temples there to protect the future Young Master Liu.

The young master once persuaded Mr. Wan and Mrs. Wan.

In the entire Wanfu, the old lady is the most respectful person to Buddha.

This is tantamount to assigning the old lady to be her bodyguard.

Wan Kuan kicked the tiger-head doll with him, and even held it in his hand while sleeping, completely becoming a bedside doll.

He knew that once the doll's body was lost, Fuchen might run away.

This guy is forgetful and playful.

"Wan Bran." Young Master Wan wrote his name on the paper and taught Fuchen to identify it.

Wan Zhuan casually threw the paper to the nearby stove and burned it, and handed the pen to Fu Chen.

Fuchen lay down on the table, unwilling to move at all.She was bored, and heard the sound of birds singing in the distance, and the spirit body flew out to play.

Unable to see anyone, Master Wan was not in a hurry, so he lit the ink to write on the doll.

Fuchen sensed it and hurried over.

"Write my name, if someone calls me, I will be called!" Fuchen said seriously.She still remembers the vow of "serving her alone" in front of the Bodhisattva.

Wan Kuan paused, "Really?"

Fuchen nodded carefully.

"Would you be summoned if a Taoist priest knew your name?" Wan Chau asked.

Fuchen added, "It's mainly my body doll."

Wan Bran remained silent.

In whose hands is the doll, who does the floating dust do.

"Can your body be replaced?" Wan Zhuan asked.

Dust was full of doubts. "What's the meaning?"

"Can other dolls be possessed?" Wan Zhuan asked.

Fuchen suddenly stopped talking.For a split second, she sensed something and wisely kept silent.

Wan Zhuan took a deep look at her and said nothing.

During the two months of recuperating at home, the young master of Wanfu learned how to make female celebrities and make dolls of various colors.

He doesn't know how to embroider, but only cuts. He buys patterns and colors from other places to make clothes, and puts them on the dolls.

Every time a piece is finished, Fu Chen excitedly runs into the upper body to try on the new body.Every day I wait happily for my new toy.

Fuchen is stupid, and now he probably understands: he is hiding her real body.

Once her body is caught, she's in trouble.

He didn't say much, just mending a tiger head doll.

The fabric on the surface was all embroidered by someone else, and he embroidered it crookedly into a tiger head doll with a crooked neck.

"It's so ugly." Fu Chen commented.

"Try it."

Fuchen penetrated into the new tiger-head doll and tried to move it.The neck cannot be stretched.The right leg twisted.Fu Chen retreated, took another look, and said, "Ugly."

Wan Zhuan picked up the cloth on the surface and adjusted it according to the meaning of the floating dust.

"I want the dolls on the street." Fu Chen had been to the street a long time ago, and saw all kinds of dolls, they were very beautiful.It is more beautiful and comfortable than the dolls made by Wan Chaan.

Wan Zhuan stopped working, "Shall I take you out to pick?"

Fu Chen was overjoyed, "Okay." It penetrated into his own tiger head doll.

Wan Zhuan shook his head.Pointing to other dolls, "You choose yourself."

Fu Chen reminded, "I can't be too far away from the main body."

Wan Zhuan didn't budge, "Then go where you can go first."

Wan Bran is 18 this year.

Being sick all year round, his will will be higher than ordinary people.

"That being the case, let's go for a walk with you." Wan Zhu tidied up his clothes.Changed into a brightly colored dress with a jade crown.

Floating dust floated on his shoulders, "Let's play!"

Wan Zhuan smiled and said nothing.

After more than two months, he gradually got used to this thoughtless tiger-headed doll.

The imperial city market is not lively.

It's past the time of the morning market, only shops are open in the afternoon, and only restaurants and Yichunyuan are the only ones yelling.

Wan Kuan went straight to the restaurant, booked a room for himself, ordered a pot of warm wine and a few dishes of side dishes.

The floating dust flew out, looked at various people, and listened to various unfamiliar words.

There are a lot of people in the restaurant, even though it is not a meal time, there are quite a few people who come here to taste wine, drink tea and have a chat.

After wandering around for a long time, when I went back to Wankang, I suddenly heard a voice.

The floating dust stopped, and listened to the side.

It's a few officials and eunuchs who are talking about the chaff.

Wan Zhuan is the listed eldest son, but he is actually a concubine. Everyone has heard of his status in Wanfu.

I haven't seen him in three months, and a few people joked that his body might have fallen headfirst into the coffin.

Fuchen was very angry, and made a small report beside Wan Chaan, "He cursed you! I want to cast a curse, but I can't. I can only bless you."

Wankang thought for a while, "I wish him enough sleep for 12 hours every day."

Fuchen immediately gave blessings.

The noble young master who was talking in the private room fell on the table and fell asleep.

"Mr. Liu. Liu Laosan? Liu Pei!" The person next to him pushed the sleeping man, unable to wake him up at all.Thunderous snoring sounded in the private room where tea was supposed to be, and the waiter outside had already knocked on the door to remind him, "Master, we have a private room here, I can take you there to rest."

"Hurry up and carry him there." He cursed unconsciously while speaking, "It's really bad luck."

At this time, the movement in their room was watched by everyone on the second floor.

Naturally, Wan Bran heard it too.He reminded Fu Chen, "May he be fragrant for ten miles."

Immediately there was a tangy aroma from the second floor.Some people couldn't bear to leave, some couldn't help falling in love, and chased after the source of fragrance.

"Master Xiong, I don't know what kind of incense you use..." Someone opened his mouth, and hundreds of people shouted, "Master Xiong, I love you!"

Young Master Xiong, a newly promoted fragrant beauty, quickly went downstairs and ran out of the pavilion.

"Master Bear."

"Master Bear."

"beauty!"

"Don't run away, beauty!"

The people in the building chased Mr. Xiong away.

People on the street smelled the fragrance, stopped their work, and looked at the running bear "Beauty".

"Beauty, I love you!"

Everyone joins in and runs towards the most fragrant beauty, Mr. Xiong.

Xiong Xiangmei hid in her own house, and was also followed by Yashin's servants.

"beauty!"

"Love you. I love you!"

Countless people screamed and shouted.

"Get out! Get out of here!" Mr. Xiong took his sword and slashed at the people rushing up, but it was useless.The crowd was still raging.

Wan Kuan noticed the effect and knew that the tree was attracting the wind. He took out a pot of water and immediately reminded Fu Chen, "Bless the tea on their table to the source of the fragrance. The sleepers will sleep for 10 hours instead."

The rumors in the capital changed because of this incident.Everyone talked about the fragrance of Xiongjia, but later said that they drank a pot of perfume by mistake.

With the same pot of perfume, some people can't bear it physically and often fall asleep.Some people completely have a strong body fragrance.

The same fragrance, some people like it very much, some people can't stand it and pass out.

Everyone passed on the pot of perfume, and finally the perfume entered the palace.

Wan Zhuan kept a low profile and no longer appeared in front of people.But he still appears in the rumors of everyone from time to time.

Although the chaff is in the shabby room, the information is updated from time to time.He took these news as a joke to the boring Fuchen.

The sickly seventh princess; the high-spirited number one beauty "Master Dongyuan County";

Fu Chen sounds like it's fun, and Wan Cha is only doing it for fun, but he never tires of sending people to collect it.

These pieces of information, big or small, may not sound useful, but they may not be useless in the end.

These people are transiting in Vanity Fair, but they are not core figures, and their status is not high and cannot be ignored.

The central figure is always royal.

After listening a lot, Fu Chen gradually began to ponder.

Fu Chen asked, "Are you from the Second Prince?"

Wan Kuan paused, "Why?"

"There are many people in the information you gave, but there is no second prince." Fu Chen's thinking is still straightforward, "The center of Vanity Fair in the imperial city is nothing but the emperor and the prince."

"The position of the crown prince is pending. In these years, the most important political affairs are the princes competing for the position of the crown prince."

"The eldest prince is weak and cannot win, and cannot win the throne. The second, third, and fourth princes are all of the right age."

"The fourth prince joins the army and sends border guards far away."

"The three princes are well equipped with talents and virtues, showing their sharpness."

"The second prince has no news."

"If you don't ask, you don't need to ask."

"You are the second prince's person, so you can explain it clearly."

Anyone who wants to be an emperor must be an official in the court.It is impossible for Wan Zhuan, a bastard who has not obtained any fame.

Therefore, it is the second prince.

Wan Kuan smiled, and rubbed Fuchen's head with a tiger hat, "Smart."

After half a year of recuperating, Wan Zhuan moved out of Wanjia to prepare for school.He is also preparing for the scientific examination.

Wan Jia didn't care about his life or death.Mrs. Wan was also happy that he was not at home.Master Wan removed Wan Chau's name in the name of "unfilial piety", and changed it to concubine after going away.

If the children of officials and eunuchs do not practice martial arts, they must follow literature.Even a bastard has his family mission.