The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Cun sneakily hid behind the tall pillars. He wanted to secretly see what Gan Ting was doing alone in the Chang'am Palace, but after staring at him for a long time, Gan Ting just took a wooden plate and drew talismans left and right. Very evil.

"What are you looking at."

There was a burst of warm breath in the ear, Fang Cun trembled, turned his head to look back, and it was long abandoned again.

Fang Cun scolded in a low voice: "Why is it you again, why are you always elusive."

Chang Qizhi shook the folding fan in his hand, looked at Fang Cun, then at Gan Ting, and joked: "Did you quarrel?"

This inevitably hit Fang Cun's sore spot, and he raised his head dissatisfied, "It's none of your business, sir."

"Do me a favor." Chang Aizhi folded his folding fan and pointed to the black cat locked in a golden cage not far away, "That cat is mine, but it ran here, you know me and Chang Aman has never dealt with it, how about you get it back for me?"

"No, I won't help."

Before Fang Cun finished speaking, Chang Qizhi took out an ingot of gold from his bosom and handed it to him, gagging his mouth perfectly.

"Okay, come right away, wait for me."

Fang Cun accepted the ingot of gold without changing his face, and took the folding fan in Chang Qizhi's hand along, covering his face, and walked against the wall.

Chang Aizhi folded his hands, leaning on the pillar, watching this fool with interest.

There are only the three of them in this hall, Gan Ting just doesn't want to talk to him, so he ignores him like air, but Fang Cun walks in front of him like a crab, holding a fan to cover his face, thinking he's very smart, don't want to pay attention It was difficult, Gan Ting was very helpless, quietly put away the natal chart in his hand, and watched Fangcun's performance.

But Fang Cun still raised his head and moved forward, a posture of people blocking the killing, and the posture of the Buddha blocking the killing of the Buddha smoothly came to the golden silk cage.

"Meow!"

The black cat looked at this strange man hostilely, took advantage of the gap of opening the cage, and bit his hand hard.

"Hiss—good you little brat." Fang Cun shook his bitten hand in pain, and didn't let it out at all, and slid back the same way with the cage.

"Take it."

Fang Cun angrily threw the cage and fan back to Chang Aizhi, who took the cage and let the little black cat out. The black cat, which was still baring its teeth and claws just now, was docile in an instant, and lay obediently in his arms for a few minutes. Voice.

Seeing the bright red blood in Fang Cun's hands, Chang Qizhi said concernedly: "Why are you still injured? Let's go, I'll take you to get the medicine, and treat you to a good meal in return."

"You're welcome." Fang Cun waved his hand, and then asked cheekily, "When is dinner?"

Chang Qi smiled, "Let's go."

Fang Cun was a little hesitant, and wanted to turn his head to look at the silent Gan Ting, but he held back, "Okay."

Chang Qizhi hugged the black cat and freed one hand, put it on his chest, bowed slightly, and gave Fang Cun a special Loulan gift, and formally introduced himself.

"I will abandon it forever."

Fang Cun pretended to bow, "Fang Cun."

banquet hall.

The fragrant and tempting sauces and delicious dishes in front of him are all hard dishes to fill his stomach. Chang Qizhi seems to know that his hungry chest is stuck to his back, and it is full of big fish and meat with good color and fragrance.

Chang Qizhi sat next to Fang Cun with a bottle of wine and smiled, "Brother Fang Cun, I knew you were different from ordinary people from the first time I saw you."

Fang Cun propped up half of his face with one hand, and said leisurely: "How do you say that?"

Chang Qi looked up and down admiringly, "Look at this stature, this bearing, it's really extraordinary."

Fang Cun smiled back, "I didn't expect the eldest prince to be quite good at talking."

"It's not that I can talk, but Brother Fang Cun is a heavenly man, Mr. Pianpian, it's hard for people not to pay attention."

Fang Cun put his arm on Chang Aizhi's shoulder very familiarly, "Then, the eldest prince, let's discuss something."

Chang Qizhi nodded, "Brother Fang Cun, please tell me."

"Later, put less drug in the wine. For me, three hours of sleep is enough, not too much."

Chang Qizhi was stunned for a long time, and then he reacted and laughed, "Brother Fang Cun is used to joking, so I need to punish him with a cup."

Fang Cun said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll drink."

He picked up the wine glass handed to him by Chang Abandoned, took a big sip, his eyes widened in surprise, there was no smell of alcohol in his mouth, it was clearly the taste of a certain brand of lemon-flavored carbonated drink, this familiar feeling made him suddenly feel Overjoyed to meet an old acquaintance in a foreign land, he directly picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

Fang Cun realized something was wrong, and asked, "You...you are?"

Chang Qizhi shook his fan and smiled, but did not answer.

Fang Cun wanted to ask something else, but a gust of cool wind rushed to his head, he closed his eyes for a moment, and fell down.

"Brother Fang Cun." Chang Qizhi pushed Fang Cun, but there was no response.

Chang Aizhi got up, and said casually: "He knows you've been there, so he doesn't care if there is a drug in the wine."

A person came out from the back of the palace, it was Gan Ting with a cold face and a very ugly face.

Chang Qizhi played with the forbidden card that unblocked Chang'an City, "I have already got what I want, you can take him back."

Gan Ting snorted coldly, "You are really unusual."

Chang Qizhi clasped his fists, "Thank you, thank you."

Gan Ting ignored him, put Fang Cun's arm on his shoulders, and helped him up, but Fang Cun, a young boy in his prime, was so heavy that it would be difficult to compare him with the heaviest pig in the world. It was so good that Gan Ting staggered for a long time with his back half on his back.

"Do you need help?"

It was kind of long to abandon it, but Gan Ting flatly refused, "No need."

The night is getting darker, and there is a little bright moonlight on the winding corridor, and the night is a bit cold, and the darkness of the foreign land has a special flavor.

"Ah Ting." Fang Cun grabbed his neck and smacked his mouth.

Gan Ting couldn't help being suspicious, "Are you dizzy or just pretending?"

Fang Cun narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a long time, "Xiao Ting'er, you said Chang Aman and Anu have such a good relationship, is there a red thread holding it, or you can go to Yuelao to help us steal one."

Gan Ting restrained his careless hands, "Don't move around."

"I want the red thread."

"Don't move around."

Fangcun stuck to his body like a dog's skin plaster again, and he almost lay down on the ground and rolled over, "You go to Yuelao's to grab a red thread."

"All right, all right, I'll go later."

Gan Ting reluctantly agreed, and wanted to help him up again, but Fang Cun mercilessly shook his hand, and somehow became angry again, "Get out, I won't go with you."

Fang Cun put his hands on the railing of the corridor, wobbled and said, "Didn't you say that you don't want to see me, if you don't see me, you won't see me, who cares."

Gan Ting stood aside and looked at him silently, "Don't push yourself too far."

"Ah Ting, come give brother a hug."

Fang Cun hugged the pillar and gnawed wildly with his teeth and claws. From the eyes of others, this was a complete insanity, a serious illness with no cure, but in Gan Ting's view, this fool regarded a pillar as his own. Nibbling and hugging, I really felt that I was violated by the sky, so I cursed angrily.

"Don't be ashamed, come down."

"I do not."

"Get down quickly."

Gan Ting stopped playing with him, and pulled him to pull him down. The unexpected pull made Fang Cun unable to react, and staggered onto Gan Ting, and both of them fell to the ground. Gu Mudan gradually became clear. The fragrance is lingering, this smell has always made people calm, but for some reason at this time, Fang Cun only felt that his mind was turning white.

Fang Cun was quite awake. He raised his eyes slightly and noticed a small scar on Gan Ting's neck. It was neither deep nor shallow. It was hard to find unless he looked carefully. He didn't want to get up from Gan Ting at the first moment. Instead, he raised his hand in a strange way, reaching out to touch it.

"When did you get hurt?..."

Gan Ting bowed his head and didn't answer. He hid back, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

After a long time, Gan Ting got up and patted the ashes on his body, "I'll leave first if you have nothing to do."

Fang Cun stood up awkwardly, and after a while he became fully awake and frowned, "Where's my gold medal?"

Gan Ting thought for a while, "Chang Qizhi took it away."

"He knocked me out just because of a sign, what's the matter?" Fang Cun sneered, "No, I have to come back."

Gan Ting reached out his hand to stop him, "It's useless for you to hold that thing, just let him go."

Fang Cun felt aggrieved and said, "But it's gold."

Gan Ting took out the money bag from his sleeve. Fortunately, there was still some gold in it to slow down the size. He handed it over, "Is it enough?"

"Enough is enough."

Fang Cun's face showed joy, and he took out the gold and took a bite.

"Come on! Pass the doctor! Send the doctor quickly!"

Not far away, an urgent voice broke the tranquility of the night, followed by the sound of panicked footsteps, the palace people coming and going were in a hurry, and the royal city that was about to rest was instantly brightly lit.

"It's broken." Gan Ting suddenly thought of something, and a horoscope appeared in his hand, "Fang Cun, you ruined my big business again."

Fang Cun looked at the shining and rotating horoscope, leaned over and asked curiously, "Is this fortune-telling?"

There was another roar in the hall, "Typhoid fever can't be cured, what's the use of you quack doctors?!"

"Third Prince, this disease is a chronic disease, I'm afraid it has been carried since birth, it is really difficult to cure."

How could Anu bear the weather in Loulan, where he wore cotton jackets in the morning and gauze in the afternoon, and he fell ill as expected. The imperial doctor in the hall, who was carrying a medicine box, knelt tremblingly on the ground, not daring to move rashly.

"Aman..." Anu, who was lying in the warm incense tent, was as weak as duckweed in the wind, and I felt sorry for him, "Aman...don't blame them."

Chang Aman, who was still furious just now, immediately turned his head and gently put his hand on his forehead, carefully testing the temperature.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Anu said weakly: "Forget it, if it can't be cured, it can't be cured..."

"No, you promised to accompany me to the Central Plains, and the garland is a proof, how can you break your promise?"

Anu held his hand back to comfort him, "Aman..."

The chief Aman let go of his hand without listening to dissuasion, and ordered with red eyes, "No matter what method or prescription is used, Anu must be cured!"

The doctor looked embarrassed, "Third Prince, this is really..."

Chang Aman said furiously, "Hurry up!"

When Gan Ting and Fang Cun arrived, the scene was already very chaotic. If Chang Aman wasn't stopped, he would order all the doctors to be beheaded in the next second.

"If you want to save him, I have a solution here. I don't know if the third prince is willing to listen."

Chang Aman didn't care whether he had seen Gan Ting or not, whether he was good or evil, he went to the doctor in a hurry and said, "Tell me quickly."

"There is a strange flower on the Mingsha Mountain. It smells extremely bad, like a rotting corpse, but it is endowed with miraculous effects. It can cure the dead and cure the bones."

Chang Aman didn't wait for a moment, and immediately turned around and drew his sword to rush towards Mingsha Mountain.

"Wait a moment." Gan Ting stopped, and then slowly began to say, "This flower grows on the cliff, it is very dangerous, if you are not careful, you may be killed."

Chang Aman lowered his head to think, but after a moment, he resolutely said: "I see."

Anu struggled to get up from the bed, "Aman, you can't go."

Chang Aman patted his shoulder lightly, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll come as soon as I go."

"Aman! Ah...cough!..." A mouthful of bright red blood spewed out and sprinkled on the expensive mattress, staining it dirty.

Chang Aman just turned his head, and quietly ordered, "Take care of him, if there is any mistake in this king's return, you don't have to live."

The doctors bowed down one after another, "Yes."