The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

After driving for a long time, the carriage creaked and creaked and finally stopped slowly. Fang Cun, who was sleeping soundly, turned over, opened the curtain in a daze, and asked, "Are you here?"

"We arrived in Xianyang." Qian Jian stood under the carriage and said with a smile, "Father still has some difficult matters to deal with, so let me stay in Xianyang for a while before going back."

"See His Royal Highness."

Fang Cun rubbed his eyes, a majestic mansion, with three golden words 'Taishoufu' on the ink-framed plaque, a large group of people knelt in front of Qian Jian and saluted to greet him, the middle-aged man in front of him was wearing an official uniform, very Seriously.

"His Royal Highness, this is Qin Wu, the prefect of Xianyang." The little servant introduced, "The house has been tidied up, and this servant will take you there."

Qian Jian thought for a while and asked, "Did you help these two young masters clean out the house?"

The little servant replied respectfully: "Yes, everything is ready."

"One room is enough for us." Fang Cun jumped out of the carriage and grabbed Gan Ting's arm, "I can only sleep with him."

Gan Ting wanted to push him away as if he had stepped on shit, but he moved closer to him, with the momentum of a bully.

The little servant snickered in a low voice, bowed and said, "Yes."

The little servant walks ahead and leads the way. The inner courtyard is elegant and unique, surrounded by Huangshi rockery, a gurgling stream, and the flowers and branches carefully grown on the flower racks on the bank are competing, which really makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.

"squeak--"

As soon as he stepped into the room arranged by the prefect's mansion, Young Master Gan said unhurriedly: "Let's talk about it first, you are the one who came here to play the floor with a good bed."

Fang Cun was straightforward, "Who said that, I'm here to sleep on the bed."

"Okay, you sleep."

Gan Ting turned his head and was about to leave, but Fang Cun quickly grabbed him to laugh with him, "Don't worry, I dare not sleep alone, what if someone comes to snatch this pen, I can't beat it, maybe one day I will be happy perish."

This room is very big, the eunuch should be very particular about it, the decoration is very elegant, such a big room, a floor shop is more than enough, Gan Ting raised his head and said: "Then you play the floor shop."

The size can only compromise, "Okay..."

Moving the bedding back and forth made my back and back ache. I couldn't rest, and finally spread the bedding on the floor. Seeing Gan Ting leisurely lying on the bed reading a book, I felt very unbalanced. I just lay down and folded my arms. Resting on the back of his head, "Finally, I can rest for a while."

"Googoo—" There was a rumble in his stomach, and Fang Cun rubbed his belly in embarrassment, "I'm a little hungry."

Gan Ting closed the book with a snap and looked at him with interest, "I'll help you."

Damn it, let him find an excuse to cook again.

Fang Cun slammed the pillow hard, "Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore."

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The one who pushed the door was Qian Jian, who brought food boxes and fruit plates with a smile, "Thinking of the exhausted journey, His Highness must be hungry, so I brought some food over."

Fang Cunyan stared at him, hugged Qian Jian, and rubbed against him, "Jian, you are simply the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, and you are simply my savior."

Qian Jian said with a helpless smile: "Your Highness, if you want to protect this pen well, you should act like it."

"You are one of your own."

"cough!"

Fang Cun took a sneaky look at Gan Ting, then let go of the money tactfully, picked up a citrus in the fruit bowl, peeled off the peel, and handed it over flatteringly, "I'll peel it for you, I'll peel it for you."

Gan Ting took a bite, frowning in dissatisfaction, "What, it's so sour."

"Is it sour?..." Fang Cun stuffed it into his mouth and tasted it unbelievingly, "It's obviously very sweet."

Qian Jian chuckled, "His Royal Highness and Xiao Tianzun take it slowly, so I will take my leave first."

"Walk slowly." Fang Cun sent the God of Wealth away with a dog-legged face, but felt a sharp knife behind him, turned his head and looked back, and saw that Young Master Gan really had a very dark face.

Fang Cun put his hips on his hips, "Why are you looking at me?"

Gan Ting looked up at him, "Continue peeling."

"Okay." Fang Cun quickly peeled a large plate of grapes and oranges and brought them over, "Master Gan, please."

Gan Ting still seemed dissatisfied, "Who do you see eating fruit when hungry?"

Fang Cun muttered, "Isn't that what you want to eat?"

"Ok?"

Fang Cun clicked his tongue and coaxed, "What do you want to eat?"

Gan Ting rubbed his chin, lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Here's a pigeon soup with ginseng dates, Kaiping Wuchang fish, and Wensi tofu. The weight of every piece of pigeon is the same. I don't like fish. You choose for me." Come out, I want the tofu to melt in my mouth."

"Okay." Fang Cun gritted his teeth and turned around. Unexpectedly, Gan Ting was not finished yet, so he continued to stop him.

"By the way, we are adding a Buddha jumping over the wall."

Fang Cun pulled out a sinister smile, "Aren't you afraid of nosebleeds when you are so big?"

But Fang Cun is not afraid, thinking that I have the magic pen in my hand, I have the world, at worst, I can just write it with a pen, it is trivial.

Before he was happy for three seconds, Gan Ting seemed to be able to read his mind, "Bring the pen here."

Fang Cun's face instantly burst into mourning, and he hesitated for a while when he stretched out his pen, but was snatched away by Gan Ting in the end.

As soon as the door of the room was closed, Gan Ting thought that he could finally keep him away for a long time.

Young Master Gan held the pen and played with it in his hand, propped half of his face with his hand, carefully recalling the name of the book he saw in Miss Sun's hand before.

Have it.

Gan Ting took off the pen cap and wrote four words on the paper, "Thunder Gaba"

On the desk with only one cup of tea, a thick book appeared out of nowhere. Gan Ting took it and looked at it carefully for a moment. The book was written in red and black, with the words "Thunder Gaba" written in ink, and he flipped through it casually. open a page.

"Snapped--"

The heavy book was closed in a second, and Gan Ting's face was bloodshot in an instant. He coughed out of choking, looked around to make sure that there was no one around, and opened it again as if nothing had happened.

Gan Ting felt a warmth in his nose, and it was a little modest to say that it was a sexual thing. Page by page, he could see the people in the book standing in front of him alive and well, such as Fang Shenyue .

Gan Ting raised his eyebrows, and read word by word: "Fang Shenyue was completely reduced to Gan Ting's slave before he died. He had fun day and night, and Gan Ting just wanted to watch this animal-faced animal be completely tamed into a promiscuous beggar." slaves, you can't live but you can't die."

A thick book, smelly and long, basically unsightly except for a few normal sentences, Gan Ting will always selectively skip those red-faced parts, one jump is a page, but even if it is It took almost two hours to look at it like this.

To be honest, he really didn't know how many moles Fang Cun had on his body, but it was written clearly in the book. Gan Ting closed the book, poured himself a cup of tea, and prepared to calm down, "I really dare to write."