The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"Qin Wu, you kill a thousand swords, hurry up and let me get out of your grandfather!"

The unbearably rude swearing resounded through the sky, and the beautiful language lingered in every corner of the prefect's mansion, and Qin Wu who was in the main hall could hear it clearly.

Qin Gaoyang, who was still being scolded a second ago, regained his energy in an instant, and stood up without hesitation: "Father, someone dares to be so presumptuous. It's okay to scold and scold in restaurants, but this time he scolded at the door, Dad, you Wait a minute, I'll fix it right away!"

Qin Wu's face was black all the time, "Stop."

Qin Gaoyang immediately bowed his head to get out of the way, Qin Wu straightened his collar, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves like a general.

Qin Gaoyang rolled his eyes and waved to Fang Cun and the others, "Let's go and watch the excitement."

Fang Cun refused, "Haven't you been scolded enough?"

Qin Gaoyang pushed forward involuntarily, "I'm scolded every day, and I'm not surprised, but it's rare for my father to be scolded, so let's go."

There is a long distance between the main hall and the main entrance, and the servants and maids along the way all poked their heads out to watch the excitement.

The troublemaker was Ban Lao Blind, I don't know how he could have such a loud voice with his thin body, and he could hear the curses for miles around. At this time, many people had gathered in the prefect's mansion, pointing and pointing at Ban Lao Blind.

As soon as Qin Wu stepped out of the prefect's mansion, the noisy crowd fell silent in an instant.

The old man stumbled forward, holding a jug of wine in his left hand, pointing at Qin Wu with his right hand, squinting his eyes, feeling something was wrong, then suddenly pointed to the square inch behind him, and asked: "The picture I just drew for you Well, come back soon."

Fang Cun took a step back due to the smell of alcohol all over his body, "You tore it off yourself."

"Bah! The shopkeeper of the tavern said, you picked it up and went back to the prefect's mansion!"

It turned out that on the way home, the old man became more and more angry, and turned back to the tavern to find Fang Cun's trouble. The shopkeeper said that Fang Cun had already returned to the prefect's mansion. The prefect's mansion scolded Fang Cun.

The shopkeeper was overjoyed when he heard that he was too blind to come in. He gave him a jug of good wine, and he became drunk after drinking.

The old man was blind and drunk, his eyes were dim, "Come back soon, and I will spare you."

Fang Cun thought for a while, it didn't mean that he couldn't return it, it was just that the pile of shredded paper was still in the room, and just about to say to bring it to him later, the old man became restless and couldn't wait any longer.

"Okay... okay! If you don't give it, I will do it myself!"

The half-old, blind and skinny, unexpectedly became crazy and moved like a rabbit. He swiftly dodged the guards guarding in front of the mansion, and ran wildly all the way.

The guard wanted to stop him, "Presumptuous! This is the prefect's mansion!"

"Don't hurt him!"

It was Qin Wu who stopped him. The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, put away their long knives and bowed their heads to retreat.

"Guest room...guest room..." The old man scratched his head and scratched his head, muttering to find his way, as if he had lost his way, but when he turned around, he pushed open one by one to search for the guest room.

You must know that the terrain of the prefect's mansion is complicated, with twists and turns, and if you steal a loquat in a square inch, you can get lost and be regarded as a thief. It is true that the old man can be so familiar with the road when he is drunk.

Just when everyone was amazed by the drunk, Ban Lao blindly pushed open the door of the square inch.

The paintings are placed on the table openly, and you don't have to go in to see them all.

The old man yelled, "It's really here! You really brought it to Qin Wu!"

Knowing that the two had an enmity, Fang Cun quickly denied it, "The prefect didn't know there was this painting, I kept it for myself."

The old man staggered closer and asked forcefully, "Really?"

Fang Cun nodded, "Really."

Drunk people have similar temperaments to young children, both hate and love are pure, so the old man quickly believed in Fang Zhi, and pulled him furtively, "Come here."

It was not easy to refuse Fang Cun being pulled by him, so he walked to the side with him.

Ban Laoxia whispered: "Follow me to a place,"

Fang Cun asked, "Where?"

Ban Laoxia hastily made a silent movement, and the voice was even softer that two people could hear, "Digging for treasure."

"Digging for treasure?!" Fang Cun was bloody in an instant.

"Shhh." The old man quickly grabbed Fang Cun, whose eyes were shining.

Fang Cun calmed down a little, pointed at Gan Ting not far away, "Then can I take him with me?"

The old man squinted his eyes at Gan Ting for a moment, and asked, "Is he from the Qin family?"

Fang Cun shook his head, "No."

"can."

Fang Cun stretched his waist a lot, and stretched his muscles and bones, "I've been tired for so many days, I can finally go play!"

The two of them have been plotting for so long, Gan Ting, who was at the side, couldn't bear it long ago.

As soon as Fang Cun approached, Gan Ting held back his temper and said, "What did you promise him?"

Fang Cun said mysteriously, "Let's go digging treasures."

Gan Ting asked back, "He can't even pay for the drinks, what treasure do you think he can hide?"

Fang Cun waved his hand, full of chic, "Superficial, superficial, treasure hunting is just to have fun, not to be greedy for his little wine money."

"Let's go!" Ban Laoxia suddenly shouted, drawing back everyone's attention.

He swaggered past, deliberately bumped into Qin Wu, very hard, bumped into the prefect hard with his shoulder, and then walked away triumphantly with his head up.

Qin Wu was annoyed by his sudden bump, but the prince was there, the distinguished guests were there, the son was also there, and there were so many servants and maidservants. Servant, "Go get the carriage ready."

"Yes." The servant withdrew quickly.

The speed of preparing the carriage was very fast. As soon as the old man stepped out of the threshold of the prefect's mansion, he saw the huge carriage in front of him. The nanmu door and soft gauze curtains should be the better carriage in the mansion.

But the old man was not happy, and shouted at Qin Wu: "What are you doing with this thing in front of my eyes, I am blind, but I am not lame!"

Qin Wu couldn't bear it anymore, so he scolded him, "Your hut is so far away, you have thick skin and thick skin, but these two are distinguished guests, if it weren't for them, I wouldn't want to sit for you, a slob!"

The old man spat blindly, "Bah! You little hozen!"

Qin Wu pushed him, "You sloppy!"

The old man pushed back blindly, "You little hozen!"

"You slob!"

"You little hozen!"

The two of them just pushed me and pushed you, fighting like no one else.

Fang Cun frowned, feeling something was wrong, he pushed and said: "Get in the car, get in the car."

The old man yelled loudly, with the tragic feeling of forcing him to die, "I won't ride in this hozen's car! I won't ride in it! I won't ride in it if I'm killed!"

The chariots and horses swayed, and the wooden wheels creaked regularly.

Ban Lao blindly patted the cushion under his buttocks, and praised: "The cushions in this carriage are quite soft, and the pastries are also good."

Fang Cun sighed in his heart, this is another true fragrance layman.

The old man leaned comfortably on the carriage, without any image at all, and looked at Fang Cun and Gan Ting like a hooligan, "You two, are you a couple?"

Fang Cun glanced at Gan Ting, then stroked his non-existent beard, "Since you asked that, I will reluctantly..."

Before Fang Cun could finish speaking, Ban Lao blindly interrupted him, "You are not good enough for him, get out as soon as possible."

Unconvinced, "Why?"

Ban Lao blindly knocked on the small desk, and made a sensible analysis, "Look at you, there are cunning written in your brows and eyes, maybe one day you will kick him for some fame and fortune."

"That's the prefect." Fang Cun put his hand on Gan Ting's shoulder, provocatively, "I won't."

Seeing the square-inch old cow eating tender grass, the old man said to Gan Ting with a pitiful look, "I'm pretty sure about people, boy, you have to beware of him."

Gan Ting said lightly, "Try not to talk when you're drunk."

Fang Cun giggled, "Did you hear that, don't talk."

Seeing them unanimously speaking to each other, the old man began to make jokes and pretend to be crazy, "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I have tea."

"arrive."

The coachman slowly pulled up the reins, and the carriage slowly stopped.

The old man jumped out of the carriage blindly and asked, "How do you know where I live?"

"Wandering around." The coachman looked up at the sky, "My lord, I'll wait for you outside."

The old man chased people away blindly, "Come and pick me up tomorrow, hurry up and go away."

"No, my lord said that the two sons must be kept safe."

"Can I still eat them? Let's go, as expected of that hozen, I feel hairy when I touch them."

"you!"

The coachman was so angry that his face was livid, he got on his horse, pulled the reins, ran fast, and soon disappeared.

In front of him was a thatched hut that was about to collapse. It could not shelter from the wind or the rain. The entire room was supported by a few planks, and some withered grass was precariously covered.

Not waiting to appreciate the desolate scenery, Ban Lao blindly gave each of them a shovel.

"The treasure is here." Ban Lao blindly pointed to the dirty black soil where not a single blade of grass grew, "Let's dig."

Holding a shovel, Fang Cun fell into deep thought, "Do you treat us as cheap labor?"

The man was deceived, so the old man stopped pretending and nodded, "Yes."

Fang Cun raised his chin and said, "What about the wages, the labor force must also be paid by the government."

Ban Lao thought for a while, "Isn't that painting enough?"

"But it has been torn by you."

The old man didn't care about it, so he could only urge, "I'll draw for you tomorrow, dig quickly."

Looking at the shovel, Gan Ting was speechless, "What are we doing here?"

Fang Cun scratched his head and said involuntarily, "Digging...digging treasure?"

Gan Ting rolled his eyes and threw the shovel to Fang Cun, who quickly caught it.

So what can I do, I can't let the noble male protagonist do this kind of rough work, so I have to roll up my sleeves and work hard, work hard and dig holes.

"Don't dig indiscriminately!" The old man leaned over again, holding up a painting, "This is my drawing, take a look, and dig like this."

There are only three or four lines in the painting, but the clarity and skill of the painting is superb, so that people can understand what the painting is at a glance.

Fang Cun sized it up for a moment, "This is? A coffin pit?"

The old man nodded blindly, "I'm going to die tomorrow."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Look." The old man blindly pointed to a dead tree next to the hut. It was obviously summer, but the tree had a sense of desolation in the bleak autumn wind.

"There is only one leaf left on this tree. When the last leaf falls to the root, I will die tomorrow."

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感谢在2021-08-0317:55:09~2021-08-0420:56:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Jiuquan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!