The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"Young master!" Xiao Wu Zuo eagerly called Fang Cun behind him.

Fang Cun was in a hurry to chase after someone, and his tone was a little more serious, "Say it!"

Xiao Zuo lowered his head aggrieved again, about to cry, reached out to hold the urn and handed it to him, "Your things."

Fang Cun struggled for a while, but he still took it, and strode out of the cell, "Ah Ting, wait for me!"

The jailers saw that Fang Cun came in and out so freely and looked at no one in sight, and raised their knives to stop him, but the crown prince didn't know what to do for a while, so they asked for instructions: "His Royal Highness, the criminal has escaped, how should the villain explain to His Majesty."

Qian Jian also just recovered from this exciting scene, cleared his throat, "It's important to survive, it's important to survive."

Gan Ting shook off Fang Cun's hand angrily, and said in a very aggressive tone, "Go find your little assistant."

Fang Cun hurriedly explained, "Ting, believe me, I really hit a wall, I just returned to Fangxiu Pavilion in a daze, that is the brothel that Xu Zinian fancied, there were only the two of us in it, and then you start Seduce me, I refuse, you still seduce me, I refuse again."

"???!" Gan Ting wanted to swear.

Fang Cun saw that his expression was getting more and more wrong, and quickly coaxed: "I know it's not you, so I just pushed it away."

"Continue to edit."

Fang Cun put down his face and began to pretend to be pitiful, "Ah Ting, you don't even know how miserable I am. I got wet in the rain, got sick, and my body is still dirty. Can you let me change my clothes first? What do you want later? You can scold me."

Gan Ting pushed him away, and walked forward boredly.

"Xiao Ting'er~" Fang Cun's crooked tone aroused goosebumps all over Gan Ting's body, and he even left him indifferently.

Just when Fang Cun was worried about what to do, the savior came, Qian Jian chimed in and said: "Little Tianzun, Your Highness really didn't do it intentionally, there is indeed a formation in the cell."

Fang Cun hurriedly dragged Qian Jian to his side to change the subject, "Jian Jian, how is that prince doing?"

Qian Jian shook his head, "I fell off the horse and died on the spot."

Fang Cun was shocked, and let go of the money in disbelief.

Qian Jian asked, "Your Highness, what happened at the gate of the city?"

"I want to go to the city, but the lord won't let me pass because he sees me as sloppy, so I said a few words to him..." Fang Cun recalled, he obviously didn't say anything serious, why did he suddenly fall off the horse and die, " It's over, I'm causing trouble again."

Qian Jian said with relief: "It's okay Your Highness, Dad will take care of it, and it's not your fault."

Thinking of the prince's loud voice lying in the coffin, Fang Cun still felt a little bit embarrassed, "I hope people can live."

The palace people walked by and saluted, "Meet Your Highness the Prince."

Qian Jian ordered: "Take this young master to bathe in the soup pool first."

"Yes."

Fang Cun leaned forward again, "Ah Ting, Ah Ting, don't be angry, let's go to the mandarin duck bath together, and I'll rub your back for you."

Since Xianyang came back, Fang Cun became more and more shameless, Gan Ting frowned and said, "Get lost."

The water in the pool was dense, and he was lying on his back in the warm pool. If you say he wants face, he will never treat himself as an outsider. If you say he is shameless, he even knows to wear a middle coat to cover his body.

Gan Ting tried his best not to look at him, but inadvertently, he could always catch a glimpse of him closing his eyes and resting his mind. His long hair like ink was floating on his white collarbone, and his slightly open jacket was wet and stuck to every inch of his skin. Ting's eyes slowly moved downstream, neck, shoulders, chest...

"What are you looking at?"

Gan Ting came back to his senses suddenly, turned his blushing face aside, "Where have you been? Your clothes are covered in mud."

"There are too many mountain roads, and the roads are slippery when it rains, so I fell down." Fang Cun lay on the edge of the soup pool, "But shouldn't you question me about the prison? Ah Ting, you really aren't jealous enough."

Oh, not jealous enough?When Gan Ting saw Fang Cun and Xiao Wu working together, he even thought about what to do with them.

To avoid killing himself, Gan Ting changed the subject, "You still have an urn here, it seems that this half day has been really colorful."

"Ah, I remembered." Fang Cun suddenly remembered that he was still entrusted to someone, and the urn had to be delivered to the Shi family in the west of the city, but it was getting late today, so he might have to wait until tomorrow to go there.

"Ah Ting, we may have to separate for a day tomorrow."

"No!" Gan Ting sternly refused.

Fang Cun had never seen Gan Ting look so serious, so he asked knowingly, "Why?"

"No why."

Fang Cun asked, "You have to give me a reason."

"I, I don't want you to be too far away."

Even after saying this kind of thing, Fang Cun would definitely jump up happily in normal times, but Fang Cun already knew the answer in his heart. Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. If what his mother said is true, then Gan Ting must know that this day must be for him. Fang Shenyue continued his life.

Fang Cun sighed, "Ah Ting."

"Needless to say, you are not allowed to go anywhere tomorrow." Gan Ting refused without negotiating.

Fang Cun was about to say something, but a rather old eunuch came over and interrupted him, "My lord, Your Highness wants this old slave to send a message that the lord has woken up."

Fang Cun thought for a while, "My lord? Which lord?"

The old slave replied: "It is the prince who fell off his horse and died in the evening."

Fang Cun was startled, "Isn't he dead?"

"Yeah, I've been out of breath for a long time, and I almost buried the coffin with the lid up and down, but I didn't expect that at this moment, I woke up, what a ghost." The old eunuch noticed that Fang Cun's face was ugly, and bowed, "The old slave talks too much, son, hurry up and go."

Fang Cun lowered his head and said to himself, "Strange."

Gan Ting said, "What's strange?"

"It's strange to be dead, and it's also strange to be alive." Fang Cun was silent for a moment, thinking something was wrong, "Let's go and have a look."

There was a lot of noise in the palace, and the servants were all driven out the door.

As soon as he entered the door, the prince's face was pale, he was obviously frightened, and when he saw Fang Cun, he gave him a ghostly look and threw the pillow at him, "Monster!"

Fang Cun dodged the pillow, wanting to have a good talk with the prince.

Unexpectedly, he threw himself directly at the Lord of the Land, hiding behind and crying, "Brother Huang! He is a monster!"

Naturally, the Lord of Earth knew that Fang Cun was not a monster, so he slightly reproached him, "What nonsense are you talking about here again?"

"Really, brother, believe me once. He asked me to fall off the horse, and I died. He said he wanted me to live again, and I lived again. He is not a monster."

Seeing his nonsense, Fang Cun smiled and said, "Rare, why didn't I know that I have this skill, then I'm going to run naked with you now or not."

As soon as the words fell, the clothes on the prince's body disappeared immediately, and all of them were undressed at a glance. Fang Cun quickly covered Gan Ting's eyes.

"Ah!" The prince hurriedly took a quilt to cover him, but he couldn't control his hands and feet. He suddenly stood up from the bed and started to run wildly, "Brother Huang! Help me!"