The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

It takes six days to cure Yuyan's insanity. This task is indeed a bit difficult.

Gan Ting was sitting upright, meeting Shang Yuyan's eyes, although her face was filthy, even if this beautiful face was covered with a layer of mud, it would still be a sight to behold.

It's just that it's a bit awkward to wear this old clothes on your body, and you can become the leader of the beggar gang with a stick and a cane.

Fang Cun suggested: "Let's go buy some clothes, does Qingyunpu have a tailor shop?"

"Yes, but I won't go out." Yuyan raised her head, glanced at Fang Cun, then turned her head, "You do it for me."

"Me?" Fang Cun pointed at himself, obviously surprised by her proposal.

Gan Ting knew that it was impossible to make clothes in a square inch, so he said, "Let's go buy it, he's not very good at it."

Fang Cun was obedient and only listened to the second half of the sentence, and immediately became dissatisfied, "Who do you say can't do it?"

Gan Ting raised his head, "Then you should do it."

"Okay, watch it." Fang Cun rolled up his sleeves, full of enthusiasm.

But it was obvious that Fang Cun overestimated himself. The few bolts of silk and satin in front of him were too charming. He had never been so devastated before, and he couldn't do anything with the scissors.

Standing beside him, Gan Ting watched him cut a beautiful piece of cloth into messy pieces, and laughed, "You still don't believe me when I say you can't do it."

Yuyan also came over when she heard the words, looking at the rags on the table with disgust, "You don't know how to make clothes."

"Well, I won't." Fang Cun resignedly put down the scissors, picked up a piece of cloth that was still intact, and pondered for a moment, "Why don't we use these rags to make a paper kite."

Fang Cun handed the scissors to Gan Ting, "You do it."

Gan Ting didn't know where this idiot got such a good mood, but he still had no choice but to make a small paper kite for him.

After a long time, Gan Ting finally finished the paper kite, it can't be considered pretty, as long as it can fly.

The sea of ​​flowers in Qingyunpu is gently swaying, the kingfisher is singing softly, and there is finally some laughter in the backyard of the side hall that has been gloomy for many years.

"I'll let it go."

"Fly higher."

Fang Cun said: "You won't let it go, I still have to come."

Yuyan snatched the paper kite, "No, Yueer made this for me."

Fang Cun and Yuyan quarreled again, and started to scold each other for a paper kite. The poor reel was snatched away, and the paper kite was also flying left and right in the air. Gan Ting sat next to the gazebo and watched them quarrel endlessly.

"Crack." A silk thread snapped, and the paper kite slid down from the air.

Yuyan whispered: "Broken?"

"Look, I told you not to grab it. You don't have to play now if it's broken." Fang Cun walked over and bent over to pick up the kite, pulled the silk thread, and called to the gazebo not far away, "Ah Ting, Express some lines over here."

Gan Ting was drinking tea leisurely in the gazebo. After a while, he came over and took out a few silk threads and handed them to him, "Save me some."

Yuyan's face changed slightly, and she took a few steps back, "I don't want this thread."

"But how can I put it if there is no thread." Fang Cun took it on his own, tied the silver thread to the paper kite, and handed it to Yuyan after making sure it was tied securely, "Okay, I'll let you put it first."

Yuyan shook her head, then shrank back again, very afraid.

Fang Cun said: "Didn't you rush to let it go just now?"

"This is Yueer's stuff, he will be angry."

"Don't worry, he won't." Fang Cun approached Yuyan with a paper kite.

Unexpectedly, she pushed Fang Cun straight out, and then covered her ears and yelled, "This is Yueer's! You can't move!"

This unexpected push made Fang Cun unable to react, and staggered back and fell on Gan Ting. Gan Ting subconsciously raised his hand to catch him, and the kite fell to the ground.

The gradually clear light fragrance is lingering, this smell has always been calming, but for some reason, Fang Cun only feels his mind turning white at this time.

"Ah Ting, I didn't do it on purpose." With a rare thin skin, Fang Cun quickly stood firm.

Gan Ting covered his mouth, and coughed twice, "Let's let it go...it's almost done, let's go back."

As soon as he spoke, Yuyan became much quieter, and she was no longer so crazy, she calmed down and nodded.

It's approaching evening.

The separate dining room is located in the most remote part of the backyard of the palace. It is a small wooden house, which seems to have been built out of nowhere.

Gan Ting felt that cooking for a person who often locked herself in the house should be terrible, and if she stopped the loss in time, she might still have a bite to eat at night.

"I'll do it." Gan Ting took the big cooking spoon from Yuyan's hand, eager to try it.

Seeing that Gan Ting was about to cook, Fang Cun's face turned pale, and he immediately snatched the big spoon from Gan Ting's hand, "Then how can I bother you, Young Master Gan, I'll do it, I'll do it."

They robbed each other, and they were so happy to rob, Yuyan suddenly stretched out her hand, and firmly grabbed the spoon in her hand, "Go and rest, I will come."

Inside the small wooden house was a busy woman cooking, with smoke rising from the kitchen, and two children helping her. It was clearly an ordinary family in some village.

After a while, the food was put on the table, full of rice fragrance, probably because there are too many things and too busy these days, the food is very tasty after gobbling it up.

Gan Ting picked up a piece of green vegetable and tasted it, Yuyan asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Fang Cun answered quickly, full of praise, but Yuyan didn't say anything, just waited for Gan Ting's answer with eyes full of smiles.

Gan Ting nodded, "It's delicious."

"Then eat more." Yuyan happily helped Gan Ting pick up vegetables. There wasn't much rice, and a bowl was basically vegetables, but Yuyan still happily helped him pick up, "Yueer, you have been in Tiangong all these years. , can you eat enough and wear warm clothes? How can I treat you with karma and nectar?"

She asked Fang Shenyue.

Can Fang Shenyue have a bad life?He was held in the palm of the hand like a baby by the Six Realms and grew up, rampaging like a bully, with the support of his parents, no one is afraid, the title of the first and second generation of immortals in the heavens is not just called casually.

Gan Ting smiled angrily, "I'm doing well."

Mrs. Yan stopped him, "As long as you live well, as long as you live well."

Fang Cun was still burying his head in his meal, but when he noticed the change in Gan Ting's tone, he immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and looked at Gan Ting obediently.

Gan Ting said in a heartfelt voice: "It's no way to go on like this, another day has passed, and Xu Zinian's time is running out."

Fang Cun moved closer to Gan Ting, "Why don't we trick her to Xianyang, she is Madam Yu's younger sister, and if Madam Yu knows it, she will."

Gan Ting raised his eyes slightly.

That's right, why didn't he expect that Mrs. Yu's formation technique is so superb, and how her younger sister is so bad, although she is a bit stupid, she is also proficient in those Qingyun spectrum techniques...

Can she be tricked into going to Xianyang to save Xu Zinian? ...

Gan Ting has been frank and frank all his life, and he has always been honest in his words and deeds, even when facing Fang Shenyue, he has never had such embarrassing thoughts.

Gan Ting thought about it, struggled for a long time, and still gritted his teeth, "Mrs. Yan."

Yuyan raised her head and said with a smile, "What's wrong."

"Crack-"

A wooden beam above Fangcun's head suddenly loosened and fell straight into the air, and it was about to be knocked down. If such a heavy wooden pile was knocked down by Fangcun, it might be useless.

Gan Ting's pupils shrank sharply, almost jumping on him in a flash.

"boom--"

There was no pain as expected, but it was clearly the sound of a wooden stick hitting flesh, Gan Ting hugged Fang Cun, and turned his head in a daze.

Yuyan didn't care about her back shoulder that was scratched by the impact of the wooden beam, and said worriedly: "Yue'er, are you okay?"

Gan Ting's heart trembled for a moment, he couldn't believe it, and even Fang Cun froze in place.

Yuyan's already messy clothes were torn, and a wound inevitably appeared on her flesh, spilling a lot of blood.

Gan Ting said softly, "I...I'm fine..."

Yuyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stroked his head with a smile, "It's fine."

Her strength was very gentle, and the child she hadn't seen for a long time seemed to be stroking some precious treasure cherishingly.

Gan Ting froze in place, he was still protecting Fangcun in his arms, and forgot to let go.

The bloodstain on Yuyan's shoulder was shocking, but she smiled gracefully as if she couldn't feel the pain.