The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Although the carriage is small and cramped, it can barely accommodate two people, but it is so small that it has to squeeze close to Gan Ting.

Gan Ting stepped back a little, and he leaned forward, almost sitting on Gan Ting's lap.

"Why are you angry again, don't be angry, come on, have a smile."

Gan Ting pushed him away in disgust, "I originally came to the world to escape, but after taking you with me, I think it's even more difficult for me."

"Don't, I'm trying my best to make you happy. Come on, look at me."

Fang Cun raised his hand to hold his face, forcing Gan Ting to look at him, "Do you still want to kill me now?"

Gan Ting was taken aback, and slapped his trotters off in disgust, "Why are you asking this question again, are you annoying?"

The beaten Fang Cun rubbed his hands hypocritically, thinking:

"Although Gan Ting is very awkward now, he probably doesn't want to kill me. Modifying the death script can be regarded as a successful completion of the task. I have to ask little Pixiu if he can go home." "

The more Fang Cun thought about it, the more beautiful he became, he lowered his head and couldn't help laughing, he couldn't wait to go home and turn on the air conditioner to eat fried chicken.

"boom!"

The carriage suddenly rolled down and tilted downwards. Fang Cun was flustered by this sudden change. He scratched wildly in desperation, but still unavoidably slammed it heavily on the carriage board.

Fang Cun was stunned for a moment, it was strange, but it didn't hurt.

He looked up blankly, and Gan Ting's arm rested on his forehead, helping him to block the violent impact, but Gan Ting's arm was probably swollen after being hit like this.

"Are you OK."

Fang Cun eagerly held his hand to check, but before Gan Ting could reply, the carriage fell apart with a crash, and the boards fell apart.

After staying in the carriage for a long time, the sudden strong light made Fang Cun uncomfortable, squinting his eyes and looking around.

Their tattered pony car had an accident, and it hit a white horse Baoxiang car. It was very rich, and the owner should be either rich or expensive, which was in stark contrast to their silly horse.

This is the most prosperous place in Chang'an City, the wind blows gently, the waiter in the restaurant stopped soliciting customers, the Fengyue Pavilion stopped playing the flute, and the crowd stopped and whispered to them.

The servant of the Sun residence knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, "My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!"

The burly man in front of him said angrily: "What sir? This is the prince!"

"Aqiu."

The golden gate carved with colorful flowers on the white horse Baoxiang car slowly clocked in, and a thin young man in a white fur jacket walked down with the support of the guards.

"I'm fine...cough." The prince covered his mouth with a fist and coughed softly.

This cough made the accompanying attendants hurriedly persuade: "Prince, go in quickly, you must not blow the wind."

"No problem." The prince paled, walked up to Fang Cun and Gan Ting, tried his best to smile, but was still very involved, "Have the two young masters been frightened?"

Spring was about to enter summer, and the weather was sunny and mild. Some strong men had already put on short shirts, but the crown prince was wearing a thick woolen coat, with a heater in his hand, as fragile as if the wind could blow him down.

Fang Cun shook his head, "We're fine."

"It's fine." The prince breathed a sigh of relief, and gently ordered the attendants: "Let's go."

Looking at the Prince's back that was shaking like a candle in the wind, Fang Cun leaned into Gan Ting's ear curiously, "Do you recognize him?"

Gan Ting thought about it for a moment, "The eldest son of the land lord, who is famous in the heavens for his frailty and sickness, is just as good as you."

"Clap."

The crisp sound attracted everyone's attention.

The gold medal given to Fang Cun by the Landlord somehow fell out of Fang Cun's sleeve, and the whole body radiated golden light, lying on the ground trembling and rattling.

"This is... Father's favorite gilt order?"

Fang Cun hurriedly wanted to bend down to pick it up, but A Qiu who was beside the prince took a step ahead and met his eyes. The shock in his eyes made Fang Cun shrink back a step.

The prince took the forbidden card, looked at it for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

"I...I am..."

Fang Cun didn't know how to explain his identity, but luckily Gan Ting helped him out, "We are the guests of General Sun and Mrs. Sun."

Fang Cun whispered: "Is it really okay for you to hate the Sun family like this?"

"It turns out to be a distinguished guest, my lord, please keep it." The crown prince returned the ban to Fang Cun himself, and said with a pleasant face, "Where are you two going, the carriage is scattered like this, and you can't go if you think about it. If you don't dislike it, I can send it to you." You two go."

Fang Cun scratched his head with a hippie smile, "How can you be so embarrassing?"

"Second sons, please."

The prince was very kind, he must be easy to get along with, and he didn't see much of an inch, and got into the car on a small ladder made of white jade.

The outside of the car is full of brilliance, once inside the car, Fang Cun can't move his feet at all.

No wonder Fang Cun has never seen the world, the carriage is like a small palace, with silk pavement, soft chairs made of fox fur, pastries and tea, there is even a small bookshelf with some ancient books on it, the fragrance of ambergris is very elegant .

"Oh my God..."

The guard driving the car was dressed in armor and looked very heroic. He asked, "Where are you two going?"

"Chengxi Liangji Tailor Shop."

After answering, Fang Cun had another occupational disease attack, and focused on looking at the glazed cup on the desk.

The prince didn't blame him, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Gan Ting, "Both of you are going to buy clothes?"

Gan Ting took the porcelain cup, "Well, I need to buy riding clothes for archery."

"Archery..." The prince was in a daze, as if he had thought of something, and after a long while he lowered his head and smiled, "Archery is good... not bad"

"The crown prince also likes archery? Why don't you join us?" Gan Ting asked casually after taking a sip of tea.

The prince was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled bitterly, "Forget about my body, I'm afraid I can't even lift a bow."

"It's okay, I prepared a light bow, which was originally intended to be given to him. If the prince wants to shoot arrows, he can give it a try."

"Give it to me?" Fang Cun became interested, "When, why didn't you tell me?"

"But I don't want to send you off now." Gan Ting smiled and said, "Prince, what do you think?"

The crown prince showed embarrassment, "This..."

Before he could make a decision, the guard driving the car said respectfully, "Prince, we're here."

The car door was pushed open, and the soft gauze curtain was rolled up by the gentle wind, and the plaque of "Chengxi Liangji Tailor Shop" came into view. Next to the plaque were popular dresses and robes, and a red riding suit, which was worn on the Even the stakes couldn't hide the light of the dress.

The envy overflowing from the prince's eyes was clearly seen by Gan Ting.

"Together?"

The prince lowered his head and looked away, "That's all."

Fang Cun also chimed in, pulling him up, "If you want to go, go, go."

The prince struggled and said: "But if they recognize me, they will still take me back."

"Just take off your clothes."

The prince was a little apprehensive, so Fang Cun directly took off his fur coat.

Gan Ting's palm slowly floated up.

"Snapped."

With a snap of his fingers, a fourth person appeared out of nowhere in the luxurious carriage, wearing the same heavy fur coat as the prince, and sitting on a soft chair.

Gan Ting flicked his sleeves, and the prince's body became transparent until he became invisible.

"Let's go."

Gan Ting jumped off the carriage

Ah Qiu felt weird, poked his head to look back carefully, but Fang Cun behind him looked back.

The dummy in the carriage said at this moment, "Aqiu, go back to the palace."

Ah Qiu was no longer suspicious, and said respectfully: "Yes."

The much-anticipated carriage drove away, and the prince's body gradually recovered.

Fang Cun exclaimed, "Is this magic?"

Gan Ting was helpless, "In addition to eating, drinking and having fun every day, you should learn more."

This is the most famous silk shop in Chang'an City. There are maids who order new clothes for their masters, and there are also ladies who come to pick up new clothes in person. The silk and satin in the shop is gorgeous and complicated.

Sun Wanjing's instinct is to go shopping, they all arrived early, and they didn't feel suspicious when they saw that Fang Cun was so late, they just looked at the prince next to him.

"Who is this?"

It turned out that they didn't know each other. It seems that His Royal Highness has been raised in a deep boudoir.

Fang Cun introduced, "This is my friend."

The old shopkeeper has white hair, but his eyes are very good. He saw hard-working customers coming from a long distance, and invited them in with a smile. pick."

Lao Zungui introduced it with great interest.

Fang Wanjing asked, "Do you have the riding clothes they wear?"

"Yes, yes."

The old shopkeeper smiled and went to help them get a few pieces of clothes that fit, and took a large pile of clothes of all kinds from the shelf beside them, and arranged them neatly for them to choose.

Attracted by these new gadgets, Fang Cun chose a light blue and plain robe to change into, and then went to the fitting room to try on the clothes under the guidance of the helper.

The old shopkeeper spent half his life in Chang'an City, picked up a cloth ruler, and approached the prince, "My lord, your clothes are too thick, why don't you take them off so that I can choose them for you."

The prince lowered his head to look at his clothes. It was less than usual, but it still covered his body with three inner layers and outer layers, so he couldn't see his figure.

"Okay." The prince nodded slightly without being rude, and took off a few gray robes.

"Shopkeeper, how do you wear this dress!"

Shouting helplessly in the fitting room.

The old shopkeeper hurriedly greeted the helper, "Go and have a look."

"It's okay, I'll come."

Gan Ting stopped them and strode towards the fitting room.

The prince on the side had been cold for too long, covered his mouth and coughed, "cough cough..."

The old shopkeeper seemed to understand something, picked up a piece of clothing that was thicker than usual riding clothes, and said: "Young master, if you are cold, you can try this one, the left and right are bows, you don't need to ride a horse, just be flexible in your hands, sir." try."

The prince's hands trembled a little, but when his fingertips touched the riding clothes, his heart was settled, "Okay."

Gan Ting saw this picture as soon as he entered the fitting room.

Fang Cun struggled to break free, and buckled the rope with his backhand, but it seemed that his hands were cramped due to too much force, and his face was full of colorful expressions.

Gan Ting really didn't want to have anything to do with this trash, so he grabbed the rope and pulled it hard.

"you!"

Fang Cun turned his head angrily, seeing Gan Ting's face, he didn't dare to speak for a moment.

"Xiao Ting'er...Ting, please lighten up..."

Gan Ting turned a deaf ear and tied the laces on his clothes tightly.

"Ah...it hurts."

"I'm light enough, you relax."

Fang Cun took a deep breath resignedly, Gan Ting strangled him to death, Fang Cun was in so much pain.

"It hurts, little Tinger..."

"Okay, stop howling."

Gan Ting clapped his hands in disgust, "Very suitable, pay and go."

Fang Cun didn't want to go out like this, so he struggled to untie Gan Ting's knot, finally took off his riding clothes and put on his normal clothes, which made him feel more relaxed.

Sun Wanjing looked at the two of them, "What are you doing in there?...Screaming so loudly?"

Fang Cun ran behind Fang Wanjing and complained, "He murdered me."

Sun Wanjing slipped Fang Cunti to her face, "Where is your carriage?"

Fang Cun thought for a while, "It fell apart."

"Then how do you go back?"

The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "There is another car in the small shop, but it is crowded with the next three young masters."

The old shopkeeper waved his hand, and an ox cart that was even more broken than the one in the Sun's house creaked and stopped at the door.

The size doesn't matter, but there are two Buddhas next to it, one is His Royal Highness the crown prince, and the other is the male protagonist who can't be easily offended, so it's difficult.

Fang Cun asked the prince with a smile, "What do you think?"

The prince looked relaxed, "I'm fine."

Fang Cun turned his head and asked the noble hero, "What about you?"

The male protagonist said arrogantly: "Anything is fine."

"Then get in the car."