The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"I seem to remember what I said when we got married that day."

Fang Cun touched his chin to think about it, and then suddenly realized, "I said there is no good wine here, and I want to go home, so you are angry, right?"

Gan Ting pushed him away angrily, "Who will marry you?"

Fang Cun leaned forward again like a prodigal son, and took out two jugs of wine from Tingyu Pavilion from his arms, "Come on, we won't return today until we're drunk."

"Okay, stop playing, the sun is about to set, and Qian Jian is still waiting alone."

Holding the jug, Fang Cun pretended to be disappointed and said, "Don't you want to introduce me to the good wine here, so you can keep me?"

"Go back wherever you like."

"Drink."

Fang Cun tugged at Gan Ting's sleeve and tried his best to sell it, but Gan Ting couldn't resist this kind of soft-heartedness, and was really annoyed by him, so he snatched the porcelain pot from his hand, and took a swig of wine with his head up.

Fang Cun said expectantly, "How about it, do you still want to plant trees with Xu Zinian?"

"Yes I do."

The little prince with the silver crown and hair, wanted to annoy him, holding the flagon with great air, his face that has not yet grown up can be seen to be extraordinary, and there is a halo of the male protagonist that is visible to the naked eye.

Fang Cunwu coughed a few times in embarrassment, "Wait."

He turned around and picked up the cake on the stone table in the gazebo. The cake was very delicate, filled with his favorite chocolate, and there was a lit candle beside it.

The candle was burning slowly, and a little candle light illuminated the gradually dimming sky, and the curtain flew instantly, and the stars strung on the curtain paper in advance also fluttered.

The paper stars scrambled to light up one by one, and the clouds and the sun were seen in the pavilion for a while, and the sky and the earth were illuminated with a bright light.

Gan Ting froze on the spot, did not react for a long time, and finally said after a long time: "When did you prepare?"

Fang Cun Thief said: "Secret."

Of course he bought it, he is handicapped and can't make cakes, let alone origami stars, these are birthday gift bags bought at a huge price from that profiteer little Pixiu, but he dare not say.

"Happy birthday." Fang Cun walked slowly in front of Gan Ting with the cake in his hand, and said with a smile, "Ah Ting."

The willow tree next to the pavilion in the middle of the lake rustled, and a pure white carrier pigeon flew out from the green willow, flapping its white wings, holding a twig in its mouth, circled several times in the air, and finally landed on Fangcun's shoulder.

"Look, it's back." Fang Cun patted the pigeon's head lightly, "I said it's very smart, and it will find its way home soon."

Fang Cun thought for a while, and then said solemnly: "You too."

Gan Ting's pupils reflected the light from the paper stars, as bright as the Milky Way, these stars floated around him, everything was so unrealistic, especially the person standing in front of him...

Gan Ting shook his head quickly, and immediately stopped the thoughts in his mind, holding the jug in a dizzy state, raised his head and took another sip of the dirty wine into his throat.

A lot of clear baijiu slowly flowed down his throat, soaked his clothes, and fell to the ground drop by drop, covered in dust.

"Ting, you..."

An indistinct cloud and mist floated from nowhere, hiding everything. After a while, the mist gradually dissipated, and Gan Ting completely recovered his figure.

Fang Cun's mind was in a mess for a moment, the hands holding the cake trembled uncontrollably, and he put the cake back on the stone table, even the white dove on his shoulder sensed that something was wrong, fluttered its wings and quickly flew away.

"Ah Ting, come here."

Fang Cun's voice was a little deep, with an irresistible command tone, but Gan Ting took a step forward in a strange way.

Gan Ting regretted just moving a step, a strong and fiery embrace instantly wrapped him up, and when he realized he had no strength to push away.

"You let me go..."

This curtain seems to have a special magical power, the scent of Albizia julibrissin flowers drifts by, Fang Cun seems to be unable to hear anything, slowly leaning over, his face is so close, Gan Ting can even clearly see Fang Cun Wei The slender feather-like eyelashes on the closed eyes are slowly stained with mist.

Gan Ting's heart trembled suddenly, but he couldn't refuse no matter what, he closed his eyes uncontrollably, and slowly raised his head.

"What are you expecting?"

A laugh struck Gan Ting's heart like a thunderbolt, and he opened his eyes in astonishment.

"You won't really fall into it, will you?" The person in front of you joked with a smile: "On weekdays you say I'm stupid and a waste, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that."

Gan Ting regained his composure and took a step back vigilantly, "Fang Shenyue?"

Fang Shenyue didn't answer, but approached step by step, raised his hand and took off the hairpin in his hair, "Now you are willing to be my life extension tool, really gratifying."

Gan Ting's face changed slightly, and he wanted to take back the hairpin, but Fang Shenyue quickly dodged it because of his weakness, and said angrily, "Give it back to me."

Fang Shenyue casually played with the hairpin, "Fang Cun's task is done well, as an employer, I have to give him some extra money."

Panting for breath, Gan Ting spoke with difficulty, "Employer?"

"Didn't he tell you, I gave him a treasure house of jewels, on condition that he help me destroy you."

Fang Shen stabbed the silver hairpin on Gan Ting's neck with confidence, and stroked it casually a few times. The tip of the silver hairpin brushed Gan Ting's fair skin. blood beads.

"Little brat, your body is getting smaller, but your mind is getting bigger. There are many people in this world who are worse than my brother."

The person in front of him was his good-for-nothing brother whom he had hated for hundreds of years. It is true that he once wanted to be nice to this brother, but the repeated persecution made him wipe out all the deep feelings he had for him.

The veins on Gan Ting's forehead popped out, and his clenched fists trembled uncontrollably.

"boom!"

A palm wind slammed down, the lingering smoke flew wildly, and there was a shocking crack on the ground.

Fang Shenyue was blown several meters away by the palm wind, rolled to the ground, and slammed into the pillars of the gazebo. After a while, he still staggered to his feet with tenacious vitality.

He patted his head and said confusedly, "Ah Ting...why did you hit me?"

Gan Ting didn't speak, bent down and picked up the sword hairpin that fell on the ground, wiped it with his sleeve, raised his hand to randomly put it in his hair, and turned to leave.

Fang Cun clutched his arm that was about to break and ran over to ask concerned: "What happened suddenly?"

Gan Ting lowered his head to avoid his gaze, "It's okay, I'm just worried about the money, I'll go back first."

"Then I'll go back too."

Fang Cun's mind was a little blank, but no matter how stupid he was, he still vaguely remembered what he did just now, and cursed secretly: "Chi Xiu, what the hell did you put in the wine, you profiteer. '

When Gan Ting heard his movement, he turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

Fang Cun waved his hand, "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."

Gan Ting seemed to want to distance himself from Fang Cun on purpose, and walked quickly without waiting for him, and he didn't have the confidence to ask him if what Fang Shenyue said was true or not. He lowered his head all the way, feeling very depressed.

This place is very close to Chang'an Avenue, but it has to pass through a small road. The small road near night is quiet and dark, no one walks around, it is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and the square inch is also very witty and obediently followed behind him, the two of them have their own thoughts , none of them spoke.

Gan Ting didn't seem to want to go to the brightly lit Chang'an Street, and quietly stepped into the back door of Tingyu Pavilion under the dim moonlight.

Ting Yu Pavilion is still very lively, and there are more people drinking and buying drunk at night, and there are no absences, except that the prince can't be found.

Gan Ting stopped the busy Xiaoer and pointed to where they were sitting in the afternoon, "Where is the gray-robed gentleman sitting over there?"

"Xiaotian..." Before he finished speaking, Xiaoer choked and realized, "He was taken away by a group of people."

Gan Tingfeng frowned slightly, "Who?"

"Loulan." Xiaoer raised his hand to cover his mouth, leaned closer to Gan Ting and said in a low voice, "The Lord of the Earth ordered me to help the young master survive the calamity according to the instructions of the little Tianzun."

Gan Ting pulled out the silver hairpin from Mo's hair, held it in his palm, and cast a spell with his two fingers together. The silver needle was hanging on his hand, pointing to the west.

"Let's go to Loulan."

"Ah?" Fang Cun didn't react for a while, but still nodded stupidly, "Okay."

Loulan.

In the dark dungeon tens of meters deep in the royal city, there are no resplendent decorations, let alone wind and sand blowing in. There is only the oppression that a prison should have. I don’t know what is tearing and crying. The light blue candlelight seems to be extinguished, and it is disgusting. The stench.

The crown prince was hung upside down on the chains, with ferocious whip marks all over his body, and even his clothes were beaten to tatters.

Standing in front of him was a slender figure that didn't fit in a dungeon. He was tall and handsome, and he was dressed in a dark green jacket that made his appearance even more charming. His eyes revealed the inherent arrogance of a nobleman.

He bent down slightly, and sneered at the upside-down prince, "Loulan, the most indispensable thing is the method of torture. You don't need to say it, as long as your body can bear it."

"continue."

"Yes." The palace servant saluted respectfully, turned his head and changed his face, raised the whip in his hand fiercely and slapped the prince fiercely.

The prince grunted in pain, the man seemed very satisfied, and with a smile on his face, he left with ease surrounded by the guards.

The palace servants were ordered to hang him, they didn't whip him all the time, they just gave him a whip when he was fainted, and let him hang upside down when he was awake, I don't know how long they beat him, the prince couldn't stop holding the iron chain trembling.

"What is this doing?"

The palace servant explained: "Third Prince, this is a key criminal captured by the First Prince."

The prince's heart trembled, and he raised his head against the pain, wanting to see who said the somewhat familiar young boy's words.

Looking at each other in twos, the third prince was also stunned by his pair of deep eyes. These eyes were too familiar, and there was a voice in his heart that kept shouting: Save him, save him.

The third prince stretched his hand to his belt, calmly pulled out the flying knife inside, and threw it fiercely. The row of palace servants standing in front of him were completely defeated, and they all fell down. He snatched the key from the palace servant's hand and helped the prince unlock the iron knife Lock.

Several palace servants drew their swords to dissuade, "Third prince, you can't do this, this is the great emperor."

"roll!"

The knife collided with the sword, and there was a sound of a sharp blade that could pierce the eardrum, and the palace servant was instantly knocked down and fell to the ground. This knife really shocked the prince, and also shocked the inmates next to him.

The third prince picked up the prince and stepped out of the prison door, the two asked in unison:

"Who are you."

"Who are you."

The third prince responded softly, "My name is Chang Aman."

The prince muttered to himself, "Chang Aman..."

"And you."

Chang Aman looked down at his pupils softly, and even hugged him a little, trying to hear his name more clearly.

But the person in his arms had empty eyes and said dully, "I...who am I?..."

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