The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The lively laughter began to become noisy, and some men and women began to laugh, even mixed with blessings.

"Congratulations, General Sun."

"congratulations"

Fang Cun frowned slightly, and realized that something was wrong, looked up and looked around, everything was strange, and he didn't know where he was.

red.

Everywhere you look is festive red, and the big Chinese character "囍" hangs in the middle of the banquet hall.

Standing in the red wedding gown of the bridegroom's official just now, surrounded by people, all of them had smiles on their faces.

He squeezed the cold wine glass in his hand in confusion. A red silk thread was tied to the wine glass, which was very eye-catching.

Fang Cun muttered to himself, "Aren't I in the Sun Mansion..."

The guests at the side echoed: "Yes, General, isn't this your General's Mansion?"

"The general's mansion?"

A waitress with a fiery red hairpin came forward, "General, it's late at night, it's time to enter the bridal chamber."

Fang Cun was stunned, "Enter...into the bridal chamber?"

The guests around joked, "General, hurry up, don't keep Er Niangzi waiting for such a beautiful day, I heard that Er Niangzi has always been in good health, so the subordinates will not go to the bridal chamber."

Waiting for the girl to move out of the way, "General please."

The subordinates booed and rushed over to snatch the wine glass from Fang Cun's hand. Fang Cun followed the maid out of the banquet hall in such a daze, and the maid led the way.

"What's the situation..." Fang Cun called out from his heart, "Chi Xiu, Chi Xiu."

No one responded.

Fang Cun cursed secretly: "This stupid Pixiu, he is not there at every critical moment."

The waitress gently pushed open a wooden door, "General, please come in."

"Okay, if you come, you will be safe. I want to see what Fang Lian'er is doing." '

Fang Cun took a deep breath and stepped into the door.

Except for a few red silks and satins symbolizing festive occasions, the house is far less lively than the hall.

"The general will call the servant girl if there is something to do." After the female general closed the door, she walked away gracefully, leaving him to face it alone.

Fang Cun moved towards the bed little by little, ready to welcome the new copy.

He poked his head around and took a sneaky look, there was no beautiful bride on the wedding bed, the one with eyes closed was obviously Gan Ting.

"It turned out to be Gan Ting, it's okay." Fang Cun patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

The slower he got, the more he felt something was wrong, "No, Gan Ting?!"

Gan Ting was lying on the wedding bed with her eyes closed, wearing a wedding gown, a wreath around her neck, her hair neatly tied up, and beaded flowers randomly adorning her surroundings.

Fang Cun's eyelids twitched, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but this was not important, the most important thing was to wake up the child first.

Fang Cun squatted beside the bed in a hurry, pushing his arm, "Gan Ting, wake up."

No matter how Fang Cun pushed and pushed, Gan Ting didn't respond.

"It's over, is the injury so serious?"

Fang Cun sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged Gan Ting halfway so that he could lean on his shoulder.

"Let me explain first, I just want to see your injuries. I'm not a pervert, let alone a hooligan."

While explaining, Fang Cun reached out to Gan Ting's skirt and slowly pulled the tie away.

The complicated wedding dress was taken off, and Gan Ting's skin was exposed. Fang Cun carefully inspected the injuries. Except for some old injuries on the back, there were no pinholes.

Fang Cun thought that he was nearsighted again and couldn't even see the pinhole clearly, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes and getting closer.

"what are you doing."

Startled, Fang Cun raised his head and met Gan Ting's eyebrows, which revealed a look.

He leaned back tactically, smiled awkwardly, and pretended to be calm, "You're awake, I'll take a look at your injuries."

Gan Ting had already seen through this slick talker, and asked, "Where is this?"

"here."

Before Fang Cun could answer, a swarm of maids opened the door and walked in.

"General."

These maids probably didn't expect the people in this room to be so disheveled and pale, "..."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Fang Cun took off his robe and put it on Gan Ting, "You can tell me it's okay."

The leading maid regained her composure, raised her head and said, "General, originally the Second Madam entered the mansion as a concubine and was not allowed to drink Henjiu, but Madam just sent word that the Second Madam is from the Fang Mansion after all, so I don't want to It's a loss of face, everything should be done according to the rules of a regular wife."

The more Gan Ting listened, the more confused he became. He looked at the clothes scattered on the mattress next to him. Good guy, it's okay not to look at them. Gan Ting was shocked when he saw the wedding dresses all over the bed.

"you!"

Fang Cun hurriedly explained, "Fang Lian'er's tricks are none of my business."

Seeing that the two of them looked like no one else, the leading maid frowned and waved her hand.

The girls in the back approached with plates one by one, grabbed the red dates and peanuts on the plate and threw them directly at Gan Ting.

That's right.

smash.

These maids were completely venting their anger, throwing each one harder than the other, hitting our honorable male protagonist with all their strength.

Gan Ting's face was getting darker and darker, holding back his anger, Fang Cun grabbed his arm, trying to suppress his anger.

The girls finally stopped, and Fang Cun breathed a sigh of relief. They brought another bowl of steaming dumplings, picked one up and stuffed it into Gan Ting's mouth without saying a word.

"Live or not."

Fang Cun cardiac arrest.

Are these girls dancing on the life and death line of the male protagonist....

Sure enough, Gan Ting couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and flicked his sleeves.

"Pa-ta-!"

The porcelain bowl was knocked to the ground, and all the hot soup was spilled on the ground. The girls were forced to take a few steps back by the heat.

Fang Cun hurried forward to grab Gan Ting, and coaxed, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

"Second Madam, what do you mean by this, Madam is kind enough to cook in person, are you too ignorant of etiquette?"

Gan Ting was so angry that he couldn't wake up now, "Second Madam?!"

Holding her chopsticks in her hands, the maid stooped to pick up the other dumpling from the ground, and wanted to stuff it back to Gan Ting.

"I eat I eat."

Fang Cun leaned forward and opened his mouth to bite the dumpling into his mouth first.

He doesn't know if it's alive or not, but it's really unpalatable.

Thick skin and little meat, no salt and no soy sauce, this is not a dumpling, this is a completely mushy cake.

Fang Cun had never eaten such an unpalatable food in his life, but he forced himself to swallow it, and after he finished swallowing, he boasted, "It's delicious."

The maids had nothing to say, so they had no choice but to give up, but there was another wave after one wave, just not allowing Fang Cun to rest and catch his breath.

They brought up the gold bottle, and tied the two wine glasses together with a red thread, "Please drink Heji wine."

Gan Ting said simply, "Don't drink."

"Second Madam, Madam has good intentions. If you don't accept it, then don't blame the servants for forcing you to drink."

"Which eye do you have?!"

Fang Cun stopped Gan Ting tiredly, "Okay, okay."

He knew that Gan Ting was being polite, but anyone with a bad temper would probably yell at the girl for being blind and not distinguishing between men and women.

Fang Cun discussed with the little ancestor: "We are trapped here now, and we don't know what Fang Lianer wants to do, and we can't hurt her, so you just cooperate."

Gan Ting laughed back angrily, "Why didn't I know you were so capable of compromise before?"

"I've been compromising."

In the past, the compromising party was deep, but now it is better, a compromise within a compromise, a compromise like a Russian nesting doll.

Gan Ting was too lazy to argue with him, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

The maid was unforgiving, "Second Madam, that's not how you drink Hebei wine."

Be good people on both sides of the square inch, and persuaded: "It's almost enough, forget it."

The maid nodded slightly, "General, please don't make things difficult, otherwise it will be difficult for this servant to go back and report to Madam."

Fang Cun rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "Okay, drink."

He picked up the wine glass and handed Gan Ting a bottle.

The red thread is involved, and it will break if it is too far away, so the two of them are so close that they can even smell the mellow fragrance of the glass of Hebei wine in Gan Ting's hand.

The two of them folded their hands and finished drinking at the speed of light. There was no accident except that Gan Ting hit Fang Cun's face with the wide sleeve of his robe.

The maid took another step forward.

Fang Cun felt that she was a death talisman, and wanted to cry, "What else should I do, please forgive me."

"Hair." The maid approached.

Before she approached, Gan Ting quickly raised his hand to pull out the hairpin, cut off a small section of hair, and cut off a few square inches along the way, tied it in a random knot, and handed it to her.

Gan Ting said sharply, "Take it back and deal with business."

"Being a married couple, there is no doubt about love and affection." The maid's words were cold, she turned around and slammed the door with a stinky face and left.

Fang Cun heaved a sigh of relief, he really felt like he had done ten roller coasters, and the twists and turns made him exhausted.

"Is this the life of Fang Lian'er? Sun Qiong never stood by her side. She must have lived a more miserable life."

Gan Ting said in a strange way: "Who told you to mess up the mandarin ducks?"

Fang Cun retorted, "It was also out of good intentions, to find a support for my sister."

Gan Ting looked around the mess on the ground with great interest. There were melon seeds, peanuts, broken tiles and dumplings.

Gan Ting nodded, "It's really relying on."

"I figured it out. Fang Lian'er didn't want to kill me, but just wanted me to be Fang Lian'er again, to experience the feeling of being insulted." Fang Cun thumped his shoulder exhaustedly, "Unexpectedly, You helped me block the needle, now you are Fang Lianer."

"If I knew the function of this needle is this..." Gan Ting hesitated to speak, "Even if your blood is splashed on the spot, I won't save you."

"Anyway, I still have to thank you, at least, you are willing to save me now."

Gan Ting didn't take it seriously, "I'm just afraid that your father will be punished if you die."

Fang Cun removed the red thread from the Heying wine glass with an expression of "I'll just listen to you", poured two full glasses of wine, and handed it to Gan Ting, "Take a drink?"

Gan Ting took it, and sat facing Fang Cun, the red candles were flickering, the moonlight was hazy, and there were two shadows in the room.

Fang Cun rested his elbows on the wooden table, propped his head on his palms, and tilted his head to look at Gan Ting intently.

Gan Ting was unnaturally stared at by him, "What are you looking at?"

Fang Cun said with a smile: "I used to think Xu Zinian was the prettiest, but looking at it this way, our Ting Ting is not bad either."

This expression was like a prodigal son, and his tone was also like that of a prodigal son. Gan Ting had goosebumps when he heard the sound, and just about to swear, his stomach was overwhelmed, and his stomach was nauseated for a while.

"vomit."

Gan Ting snorted, "Whose?"

OK, now it's all going to hurt people.

Fang Cun complained, "It's not the dumpling you picked up for you, it's really unpalatable."

Gan Ting said calmly, "Yes."

With the lingering taste of dark cooking in his throat, Fang Cun couldn't help doubting, "You said that Sun Wan'er, who is diametrically opposed, is the same person as Sun Wan'er, who is understanding and understanding."

"I'll know when I see her tomorrow."