The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

It was already dusk when Fang Cun arrived at Chang'an City, and the city gate was even more majestic under the setting sun, the royal city and the imperial capital.

Gan Ting sent a message to him before, telling him to go directly to the palace, but Fang Cun had a lot of worries along the way, and he didn't have a sword, so he was walking in a daze when he was stopped by a hand that stretched out.

"Little friend, little friend."

Fang Cun came back to his senses and saw that he was a somewhat stooped old man.

"What's the matter, uncle."

The old man was very embarrassed to say, "Little friend, can you help me take something to Shi's house in the west of the city."

Fang Cun didn't think much about agreeing, "Yes, what."

The old man pondered for a moment, then took out a small square box from his sleeve, the box was only the size of a palm, it looked normal, but there was a word 'liberal' clearly engraved on it, so you don't need to think too much about this small urn. .

Fang Cun backed away in horror, the old man thought he was going to run, so he stopped him quickly, "My friend, please help me, I have stopped countless people here, and the mountain is about to fall, but tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, no one is willing to help I'm busy, I see the little friend is kind, so I come to stop you."

Fang Cun hadn't changed his clothes, and he was in a state of embarrassment, full of mud and dust, as if he was rolling in the mud, and his face was also a little dirty, which didn't match the word "Mian Shan" at all. It seems that the old man came to stop him because he saw that the young man was sloppy. of.

"I'd like to help, but why don't you go in yourself."

The old man shook his head and handed him the square wooden box, "I can't get in, I can't get in."

Fang Cun took it, and the wooden box was light and weightless, "Oh...okay, the Shi family in the west of the city, don't worry, uncle, I will bring it for you."

Seeing that finally someone was willing to help, the old man happily took out a few pieces of silver from his sleeve, "Little friend, you take this."

Fang Cun waved his hand, "No need."

The old man couldn't help saying that he stuffed the silver into his hand, and said earnestly: "Little friend, take it, help me with this kind of help, I have to get some money to suppress the evil."

"Okay." It was the first time Fang Cun had heard of such a statement, but he didn't think too much about it, and prepared to enter the city gate with the urn.

The soldiers guarding the city gate had noticed this weird man behaving suspiciously for a long time, and stopped him, "Stop, where did he come from."

"Wait a minute." Fang Cun rummaged through his sleeves. Fang Cun had always carried the pure gold forbidden card that could pass unimpeded in Chang'an City, but he couldn't find it at this time. "Where is my gold medal?"

"Call-"

A horse whizzed by, kicked up a cloud of dust and flung it on Fang Cun, and stopped in front of him. The man on the horse sneered, "Anyone can enter Chang'an City now? They don't trim their clothes and don't wear clothes. An urn, bad luck."

The guards respectfully saluted and let him go, "My lord, please."

Fang Cun held the urn in one hand, and continued to search for banned cards with the other. He said in a strange way: "Everyone has to experience life and death. If this is bad luck, you have to be careful, lest you fall off the horse and die."

The prince was choked by him, and he said angrily: "Show this king, don't let bad things enter Chang'an City casually."

"Yes."

Fang Cun didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked for the banned cards on his own, the prince gave him a very contemptuous look, and rode his horse with a whip.

"hiss--"

There was a sound of horse whining, followed by the sound of a heavy fall. The prince collapsed on the ground, his eyes lost.

"My lord! My lord!" The guards surrounded him in panic and measured his breath, "What the hell...I'm out of breath."

"Pass the imperial physician!"

"Come on! Catch him!"

This prince is the youngest son of the former emperor, and the younger brother of the current emperor. He was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child.

Fang Cun struggled, "Hey, hey! It has nothing to do with me that he fell himself."

The commander of the guards said angrily: "If you hadn't spoken disrespectfully, how could the lord fall down, and you will be sent to the prison to listen and then give up!"

"Yes!"

How could Fangcun struggle to drive away so many people? After several attempts, he finally gave up and was carried into the city gate by them.

The old man looked at the figure that was getting farther and farther away, and shook his head, "I can't get in, I can't get in."

cell.

Fearing that Fang Cun ran away and no one would take the blame, the jailers even hung up five locks and guarded the door so that not a single fly would fly in.

"Brother, brother, can you help me report a letter to the prince, and I will meet you."

The jailer said: "His Royal Highness, is it that you, a death row prisoner, can see you as soon as you say you see him?"

Fang Cun lay on the cell door with a shocked expression on his face, "Death... death row?!"

Another jailer reminded in a low voice, "What are you talking about with him, you don't want to kill yourself? Just ignore it."

Seeing that there was nothing to do, Fang Cun turned around and sat slumped on the weed bed, sighing, "I am really ill-fated, if Ah Ting is here."

The urn next to his hand was glowing faintly, and the word 'Dian' became whiter and whiter until Fang Cun fell asleep against the messy wall.

There seemed to be a rustling sound in his ears, Fang Cun rubbed his eyes and turned his head, looking around.

He remembered that this was the Xunfang Pavilion, a beautiful woman with slender hands playing the pipa, singing and dancing, and the clouds and smoke curled up, just like in his memory, but Fang Cun felt weird for some reason, and couldn't tell if all of this was real or not.

"woke up?"

Fang Cun was startled, then turned his head, and suddenly there was a person sitting across from the empty space just now, he fixed his eyes on it, and luckily it was Gan Ting, so he was relieved

"Ah Ting? Why did we go back to Xiufang Pavilion?"

Gan Ting took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup, stood up and walked slowly in front of Fang Cun, "I don't know, but since we're here, let's do what we should do in this situation."

Before Fang Cun could react, Gan Ting came up to him, Fang Cun was in a mess, and quickly pushed him away, "No, Ah Ting, wait a minute."

"What's wrong."

"We..." Fang Cun straightened his thoughts, "No, did I encounter a ghost hit the wall?"

Gan Ting stretched out his finger, and leaned against Fang Cun's lips to block his words, "What are you thinking?"

Fang Cun turned his head, grabbed Gan Ting's wrist with his backhand, and said coldly, "I'm just thinking about it?"

"of course."

Fang Cun stared at him, eyes full of indifference, and got up to leave.

Gan Ting smiled, and stopped him slowly, "Brother, you were in Xiufang Pavilion before, didn't you want to continue, now I am in front of you, you can continue."

Goosebumps arose all over the square inch, and I really wanted to cut this person into pieces, "What did you call me? Call me again."

Gan Ting repeated with a smile, "Brother."

"Come on." Fang Cun wiped his lips, then shook his hands in disgust, "Farewell."

The smile on Gan Ting's face froze instantly, and he said angrily, "Fang Shenyue!"

"If our Ah Ting had your energy, I would definitely be able to jump for joy." Fang Cun turned around and clicked his tongue, "But you can't."

"stop!"

Gan Ting's eyes that were originally full of anger suddenly softened, and the smoke and clouds in Xunfang Pavilion suddenly rose, and the faint fragrance was sultry.

Fang Cun covered his head with a splitting headache, and cursed: "What the hell are you playing...you're so ugly..."

"Young master...Young master, please respect yourself."

The little gangster in the cell was crying slightly, with tears in his eyes, trying to push away the imprisoned one.

Fang Cun hugged him in a daze, he didn't even hear the phrase that His Royal Highness is coming, and he concentrated on playing with the little thing in front of him.

"Your Highness, please rest."

The sound of His Highness finally brought Fang Cun back to his senses, he raised his head in a daze, his expression was dazed, and when he saw Qian Jian and Gan Ting in front of the prison door, Fang Cun instantly sobered up.

"Why are you there, Ah Ting?...Then this is it?" Fang Cun raised his head tremblingly.

I was hugging a little scorpion, and I was molesting others with unscrupulous hands. The little scorpion looked fair, blushed with embarrassment, and a blush appeared on the base of her ears.

Gan Ting's expression was cold, he couldn't see any emotions, turned around and left without saying a word.

Fang Cun quickly let go of his hands, and rushed forward, "Ah Ting...you listen to my explanation!"