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

Chapter 19
He sent Fuchen back to Zhang Rourou, and called the imperial doctor to help see the doctor, and then left.

The leg bone was seriously injured, and it was barely possible to save his life, so the leg must be useless.

The future princess is already a joke.

Fuchen leaned against the wall of the car and talked to the system, "We have agreed, just look at the results."

The system is sluggish, [it's up to you].

"Pretty Princess" has become a passer-by with a broken leg, and it no longer knows what to say.

Simply put, its mission is that the villain does not rebel.It can only be out of sight.

bad.

When I returned to the palace, I was told by the housekeeper: "My lord, the lord told you to come back, take this picture and take a good look at it, and think about who is behind Miss Zhang's affairs. If you don't understand, circle the outer wall three times."

Fuchen: "..."

Am I not sick?Isn't he a weak and noble princess?Why corporal punishment at every turn?
Fuchen looked at the butler expressionlessly, and reached out to take the blueprint.

Unfolding, it is still the map of the capital city.

The power of the Zhang family has been limited to Zhang Youzhi's courtyard and Zhang Rourou alone.

On the drawing, the palace and the residences of various executives are all there.Above, many houses are marked with "", indicating that they were executed.

Fuchen looked at the drawings that almost half of the area was "" and tried hard to search for places that were not "".

On the street, in addition to the Prince's Mansion, Taifu's Residence, Xinhubu Shangshu's Residence, Xin...a new official's residence and office were densely spotted.

Fuchen looked at one head and two big ones.Rubbing his eyes, the scroll in his hand fell to the ground, revealing a large area - the imperial palace.

Suiying helped to pick it up, Fuchen waved his hand, opened all the scrolls on the ground, and leaned over to look at them from top to bottom, the situation became much clearer.

Most of the newly appointed officials are people controlled by the Prince Regent, which is unlikely.

Then the remaining forces: the prince and the queen.

Zhang Rourou is joining forces with the prince!
Fuchen smiled happily, and ran to the study to give the answer.

The regent shook his head, "It's next to each other, but it's not right. Failure to evaluate accurately will lead to wrong decisions."

"Qianqian, either don't intervene from the beginning, stand on the sidelines, and be alone. Or control things like drinking water and eating, operate freely, and be able to get out of the body." The regent taught.

Thinking of Fuchen's sensitive mind, he would explain why he was punished clearly by saying a few more sentences.

"If you break Zhang Rourou's legs by hand, it's like hitting the prince's face swollen. He hasn't said that he doesn't like Zhang Rourou. If you do this, even if he has already regretted it, he will definitely stand up for her."

"Our prince is still a prince in name after all. Face is the only thing he supports."

The regent stared straight at the floating dust, with some worry in his eyes.

Impulsivity is not a good thing.Even if he knew that the other party was for him, he didn't want her to do this.

Fuchen lowered his head and remained silent.

"Three circles around the outer wall. Put on more clothes." The regent said, in front of him was the paperwork to be processed, and the brush in his hand had not been put down.

Fuchen didn't say anything, turned his head and went out.

Suiying hugged Fuchen three thick jackets, but no matter how she put them on, Fuchen couldn't fit them.

There are so many clothes on his body that he barely hinders his walking.One more set, the arm swing is laborious.

In the end, Suiying wrapped two sets of cloaks around her.

Snow is still falling.

Fuchen stared at the flakes of snowflakes, his gaze fluttering up and down.

The densely falling snow flakes blurred the trees in the courtyard into black shadows, and the sky was gray and black, with no clear clouds.

The moment he went out and lifted his feet, Fuchen felt his body was engulfed, and it was difficult to walk, like a rag doll, his limbs swayed awkwardly.

At this point, the wind and snow still came in from under the cloak, and my legs were a little cold.

Suiying took her hand and went up against the wind.The floating dust was covered by a big hat, with his head down, not discerning direction, all led by his shadow.

The floor is slippery.

Even though the servants had cleaned the ground, there was still snow and icicles on the ground.

Fu Chen accidentally fell down.

Fuchen was very clear: the regent could feed her, hug her, and pat her on the back to comfort her.But when it comes to education, he says the same thing.

It's like a general in a barracks, he's punished when he should be punished, there's nothing inside to talk about, just family affection.

So, she doesn't resist.

Walking against the wind and snow, the dust will soon get tired.Tired and hungry, with symptoms of fever.

With the shadow on his back, he moved slowly.

Fuchen is clear, Suiying is the same age as him, and has no physical strength.You can't go behind your back, you have to go by yourself.

Eat wind and drink snow, from morning to early morning.The last half lap was carried back by Sui Ying.

Fuchen felt feverish and his head was swollen, and when he returned to Liuxiang Pavilion, someone immediately fed him the prepared medicinal diet.

Fu Chen was in a daze due to illness, he grabbed the regent's hand and asked, "Answer, the answer."

The regent looked at the red-eyed and blushing little Achen, who looked like a drunk, and replied, "It was the empress and the wives and daughters of the officials. Zhang Rourou is just a pawn."

Sit down, cover her with a quilt, pat the quilt, and do not forget to explain carefully: "It is inconvenient for them to come forward, but Zhang Rourou can. In the name of avenging Zhang Shangshu and the future princess, Zhang Rourou agreed."

Fuchen listened, and his heavy eyelids finally closed.

The next day I still suffered a great crime.Dizziness, loss of appetite, fever all over.

On the third day, he barely got better, and was ordered by the regent to continue the class.

For half a month, Fuchen was lethargic.The military explanations, the origins of famous paintings, and the moves in chess records are all like annoying flies brushing against the ears.

He was punished by the master for copying, drawing and solving problems (Go problems).

Fu Chen, who was in good health and had to stay up late every day to do homework, finally couldn't hold back anymore, dropped his pen, and ran to the study to protest: "Why do I have to work so hard? I'm only 6 years old!"

The child needs to reduce the burden!
The regent didn't take it seriously, and said: "All the children in the capital are like this. The royal family is no exception."

"Study hard at a young age, even if a child is abandoned by the family, the ability to study hard at a young age will crush everyone."

"For example, Second Young Master Wei, who is idle in the capital city, has a sharper eye for appreciating treasures than the owner of the pawn shop.

"I don't have three taels of writing and ink in my stomach, can I see the calligraphy and paintings of ancient and modern literati and poets, and can break the jewelry and porcelain vases of hundreds of skilled craftsmen?"

"There is also Zhang Rourou, who you look down on. She was just deliberately raised by her father to be simple. She didn't get in touch with the women in the boudoir's housekeeping, and she didn't watch the strife in the backyard."

"But she is very good at playing and singing, and she is very good at poetry and songs. She is a well-known talented woman in the capital. These are the foundations of her childhood."

"Three or five years old is too late to start enlightenment."

"Normal process, learn characters before speaking, and if you can speak, please go home and teach poetry."

"Touching a knife at the age of two, wielding a sword at the age of three. At the age of five or six, he can speak eloquently."

The regent babbled, Fu Chen was dumbfounded.

Do you want to be so curly?I'm just a kid!

The topic is not over yet.

The regent got up and pulled out a wooden sword from a corner, with many dents on it.

"This is the wooden sword I used when I was a child. I don't know how many wooden swords I used to rot."

He took out another booklet and threw it to Fuchen.

"This is the comment Taifu gave me when I was crowned."

Fuchen opened it, and wrote: Born a god, weak and able to speak, young and sloppy, long and sensitive, mature and smart.

Simple translation: Smart from childhood to adult, very clever.

The regent smugly said, "You have my blood, so you have the wisdom to distinguish right from wrong, so as not to fall behind."

Then he warned, "If you don't work hard, even the best talent will be wasted. There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people."

"We stand at the top of power, and we must match our talents."

Fu Chen: "..." She was already in a daze.

Fu Chen: If I wasn't an immortal with tens of thousands of years, how could I be wise early? ?For hundreds of years when she was a child, she spent all her time fishing and sleeping, so where is her scheming?
The floating dust that was forced to roll: woo woo woo.

I'm a kid because I'm lazy.

As a result, the children are the most curly, and the children in the capital are not the most curly, only more curly.

Woo woo woo.

(End of this chapter)