The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"Brother Sun Qiong..."

"Brother Sun Qiong."

There seemed to be crying in his ears, and Sun Qiong had a severe headache. He slowly opened his eyes, and the bed was blowing randomly on his face. In the blur, Sun Qiong could clearly see the girl's pear blossom with rain on her face.

"Lian'er?..."

"Brother Sun Qiong, you finally woke up."

Sun Qiong propped himself up and sat up slowly, looking around, it was already dark outside, and the candles were flickering inside, everything was very strange.

"Where is this place?..."

Fang Lian'er wiped the tears off her face, "This is the Fang family."

"The Fang family? Did I implicate you and get kicked out?"

"No." Fang Lian'er sobbed, "It's brother Shenyue, he..."

Sun Qiong grabbed Fang Lianer's elbow urgently, "What happened to him?!"

Sun Qiong's hand was very strong, and it hurt. Fang Lian'er looked up at his face for a moment, then reacted, and pushed Sun Qiong's hand away.

"Brother Shenyue, he is the king's child, and he has been taken to the palace now, but he heard that he has not woken up yet, the king was furious, and threw the entire Sun family into prison, except us."

"What?" Sun Qiong lifted the quilt and stood up abruptly, "No, I have to go and have a look."

"That's the palace, you can't get in." Fang Lian'er stopped him, "Besides, there are so many doctors in the palace, brother Shenyue will be fine."

"You're right...there are so many doctors in the palace, Shenyue's injury will definitely heal."

Sun Qiong comforted himself, but his heart was beating up and down, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.

Fang Lian'er got up and walked to his side, and handed over a face curtain, the stitches of the face curtain were meticulous, and every stitch revealed her intentions.

"Brother Sun Qiong, this is the curtain I woven for you overnight."

Sun Qiong was in a trance for a moment.

Curtain?

Young Master Sun has always been domineering, and he is not allowed to wear face curtains. Every time Fang Lianer weaves face curtains for him, he will be torn to pieces by Young Master Sun.

Over the years, Sun can only cover his face with threads through the leaves at will, and he has long been used to it, but when he sees the white and soft curtain, he still can't help but stretch out his hand and move it towards the curtain.

The moment he touched the soft fabric, Sun Qiong shrank his pupils, covered his face, turned around and hid on the wooden bed, covering it with a clean bedding.

"Brother Sun Qiong, what are you doing?" Fang Lian'er was frightened by the momentary hiding, and anxiously wanted to tear off the quilt on Sun Qiong, "Don't hide."

"I know you're afraid."

This sentence is neither light nor heavy, and it was enough to catch Fang Lian'er's hand when it floated into Fang Lian'er's ears.

Fang Lian'er was about to explain, but Sun Qiong shook his head and said, "You go..."

Fang Lianer trembled: "Brother Sun Qiong..."

"Let's go."

Sun Qiong lowered his eyes, pulled the quilt to completely cover his head, and was in the darkness for an instant.

He didn't know if Fang Lian'er left or not, he lived in the dark quilt, and the candlelight outside couldn't see through.

There was also a steamed bun in the sleeve, which was given to him by Fang Shenyue. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he could feel the dust on the steamed bun. Sun Qiong patted it lightly, and took a bite while hiding under the blanket.

"Your Majesty's child..." Sun Qiong's eyes were bright and clear, and he sighed, "Alright, if you go to the palace, Shen Yue won't be bullied."

Sun Qiong recalled that when he met Fang Shenyue for the first time, Fang Shenyue didn't remember anything, his body was covered with injuries, and his mother-in-law helped him to choose his name.

After living together for so many years, Fang Shenyue is really good to him, everywhere is good, but his health is too poor, he will get sick every three days, but every time Fang Shenyue soaks in the medicine jar, he can still be heartless With a smile, Sun Qiong felt that he was not so miserable anymore.

The tasteless steamed buns were quickly eaten, Sun Qiong wiped his mouth and lifted the quilt.

Fang Lian'er was no longer seen in the house.

Sun Qiong sighed, his facial features were very regular, his jet-black hair was gently pulled up with only a bamboo hairpin, some fragments of hair floated leisurely beside his scarred face, his eyes were full of deep thoughts, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The night outside the house was still soft and bright, Sun Qiong bent down and picked up a leaf on the ground in the courtyard, threaded a thread casually, and put it on his face.

The courtyard in the night looks very lonely, the moonlight and clouds are intertwined, and the light and shadow under Sun Qiong's feet are gloomy and aimless.

"Ow."

A howling dog came from nowhere, mixed with the long and empty sound of the flute. The melodious sound of the flute was basically destroyed.

This gentle and clear string sound in the howling of the dog seems to be guiding Sun Qiong forward.

The howling of the dog became more and more clear, and the sound of the flute gradually became clearer.

Sun Qiong was stunned, the moonlight was shining softly, and a girl in a red shirt in the gazebo in front of her was playing with a jade flute in her hand.

Sun Qiong didn't even dare to exhale loudly at this moment, for fear of disturbing the beauty of the song.

After the song is over, the sky is full of stars, the stars are flying, and the dark night sky will always have the light gathered by the faint stars.

The girl in the gazebo seemed to have noticed him, she put away her jade flute and said with a smile, "I remember you, Mr. Sun."

Sun Qiong murmured: "Girl...can you look up at the sky?"

The girl looked up inexplicably, "God?"

"The girl is beautiful."

The girl was surprised for a moment, but quickly realized that she covered her mouth and chuckled.

Sun Qiong clenched his fist, bowed his head and said, "Can I come over?"

"Okay."

The girl looked older than him, not a few years older, and smiled cheerfully.

Sun Qiong seemed to be possessed, and moved towards the pavilion step by step uncontrollably.

"Ow."

A group of dark yellow shadows rushed towards him, and the small one had great strength. Sun Qiong didn't realize it for a while, and fell to the ground unexpectedly, and the leaves that were not firm on his face fluttered to the ground.

"My lord, I'm sorry, this." The girl trotted worriedly, trying to help him up.

Sun Qiong ducked back.

"What's wrong."

Sun Qiong lowered his head and fumbled for the leaves on the ground in a panic, and put them on his face again, "I'm ugly, and I will scare you."

The girl smiled and held out her hand to him, "No, get up first."

Sun Qiong could pat his sleeves and stand up by himself, but he looked down at this slender hand, and stretched out his hand out of nowhere, willing to be held by her.

"Ow!"

The little yellow thing didn't seem very happy, and it spun around at Sun Qiong's footsteps, growling angrily.

"This is my little dog, it scares the young master."

"Puppy?" Sun Qiong bent down to look at it, "but why does it look... like a mythical beast."

"Really, I also felt like Pixiu before, but when I think about it, there is no other beast that clings to people like it."

The girl picked up the little Pixiu with its teeth and claws, and pinched its dirty paws. The little Pixiu got anxious and jumped on the girl's head, declaring its sovereignty.

"pat-"

A hairpin was trampled on by the foot pad of Pixiu and fell to the ground.

The girl wanted to push it away, but the little Pixiu was stuck on her head, and she couldn't push it away, so she gave up.

Sun Qiong approached, bent down and picked up the fallen hairpin, "I, I'll help you take it."

"it is good."

"Dare to ask the girl's name."

Sun Qiong had never touched the girl's hairpin, even Fang Lian'er's, so he was nervously thinking about how to carry it.

"My name is Fang Wan'er."

"Okay." Sun Qiong wiped off his sweat, and finally put it on for her safely, without poking her head.

"It's your turn." Fang Wan'er raised her head, "What's your name?"

Before Sun Qiong could open her mouth, Fang Wan'er raised her hand to stop her, "Wait."

"If you want to report yourself as a family, it would be dishonest not to pick off this leaf."

Sun Qiong bowed his head and did not respond.

He didn't want to scare her, but at this moment, Sun Qiong had a selfish desire that kept sprouting and growing in his mind.

That is to let her remember, let her remember what Sun Qiong looks like.

Sun Qiong thought so, and for the first time calmly took off the shield that hid himself in front of others

He lowered his head, not even daring to look at Fang Wan'er, and said with a helpless smile, "I'm scaring you."

Fang Wan'er didn't answer, but asked, "Do you know the general?"

Sun Qiong shook his head, "I only know General Sun."

"It's not him, it's a brave general who guards the country's territory with his own body."

She spoke passionately, Sun Qiong seemed to see a flesh and blood general who was full of enthusiasm.

"But my scar was just scratched by a bird. I'm not that great." Sun Qiong looked sad.

"It doesn't matter. One day, you will be like a great general, heroic and heroic, defending your home and country. At that time, your scar will be a symbol of your bravery."

The two talked to the moon until it was almost dawn. Sun Qiong had already forgotten what they were talking about. On the way back to the house, these words kept lingering in Sun Qiong's ears, together with this fiery girl.

He has never dared to raise his head, and dared not scare others with his scars on his face, but today, he heard the sound of the flute, and wanted to see who could make such a sound, so he just wanted to see it, and when he raised his head, he saw it The stars all over the sky, and her.

For the first time, Sun Qiong knew that there was such a beautiful person in this world, and that the stars in the sky were so beautiful. She was surrounded by stars, shining brightly.

"Brother Sun Qiong." A laugh brought Sun Qiong back to reality.

Fang Lian'er has been waiting for him at the door of the house, and when she saw him coming, she smiled and asked him to come in, "I made chicken soup for you."

"Lian'er, there's no need."

Fang Lianer was stunned, "What."

"I mean, thank you for helping me weave the curtain, but I don't want to take it anymore." Sun Qiong passed by Fang Lian'er and walked straight into the house.

"Brother Sun Qiong." Fang Lian'er raised her head and tried to see Sun Qiong's back clearly in the dark moonlight.

The night wind blew, and the curtain in my hand fell off on the pebbles that were particularly harsh.

Sun Qiong closed the door and leaned his back against the wooden door, Fang Wan'er's figure lingering in his mind.

Sun Qiong shook his heavy head, glimpsed the dressing table next to him in a trance, walked over and sat in front of the dressing table involuntarily.

This was the first time that Sun Qiong dared to look directly at his own face, thinking of gold and iron horses, and thinking of the general who went to the battlefield generously.

"The general..."

"You are good at martial arts, you are good at martial arts."

The noisy Fang Shenyue suddenly popped up in his mind, and Sun Qiong couldn't help laughing lowly.

"Son, are you Sun Qiong?"

Sun Qiong was startled by the sudden words, turned his head, and there was a tall man standing in front of the closed door.

Ping Zhan came with the moonlight on his back. He was dressed in a neat silver-gray robe, and his body was imposing. His eyes were as deep as eagles, which made people feel unattainable.

But Sun Qiong felt that he was very similar to the general Fang Wan'er was talking about, so he was not so afraid when he thought about it, "Who are you?"

"I am Fang Shenyue's father."

Sun Qiong thought for a while, "Your Majesty?"

"Son, would you like to follow me to the Heavenly Palace?"

"what."

Ping Zhan said wearily, "Yue'er has been calling your name since he fell into a coma, and he can't wake up no matter what."

"Shen Yue is seriously injured?!" Sun Qiong eagerly took a step forward.

Ping Zhan sighed and nodded.

Sun Qiong frowned and thought deeply, but his mind went blank, "Let's go."