The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Although the prince always did whatever he wanted, many maidservants screamed and threw stones at the rascal, and within a short while, the rascal was covered with bruises and bruises.

Fang Cun reminded loudly: "Be careful not to hit the tree!"

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the prince was unbiased, and bumped into the crooked neck tree in front of him, and Fang Cun couldn't bear to look directly at him and clicked his tongue.

Gan Ting twitched the corners of his mouth, "Speak less."

"Okay, I'll shut up." Fang Cun was very obedient, and suddenly thought of something, "Ah Ting."

Gan Ting raised his head when he heard the words, Fang Cun suddenly moved closer, and the two almost bumped into each other.

"Kiss me."

Gan Ting opened his mouth to scold someone, but he uncontrollably approached Fang Cun and kissed him lightly on the face.

Fang Cun's eyes brightened, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This skill is good, I like it."

Gan Ting was slightly startled, and when he realized what he had done, he burst into anger, "You're courting death!"

Fang Cun was not afraid at all, and ran away, shaking his head and provoking from time to time.

Seeing his two children playing with the prince and chasing each other in the yard together, Qian can't help feeling a little worried.

"Father, is your Highness in any danger?"

The land lord looked solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the urn that flickered in the square-inch cuff, "The person behind the manipulation is powerful, but it seems that it is not harmful to His Highness at the moment. Please report to the Heavenly Venerable before making any plans. act rashly."

"Yes."

It was night, the moon shrouded the earth, and the palace was quiet and peaceful.

Except for one bedroom... chickens fly like dogs jumping.

"Okay! Sleep in separate rooms, sleep in separate rooms!"

Fang Cun hugged the pillow angrily, flung himself on the bed and turned to sleep.

Who asked Fang Cun to flirt with Gan Ting, he received a big beating today, but now he feels wronged instead.

Gan Ting pulled Fang Cun off the bed, pulled a thin rope and tied his hands tightly together, fearing that they were not tight enough, he tied them round and round.

Fang Cun was dumbfounded, is it so explosive?He whispered: "If you want to play this, you can just talk about it, it's not that I won't play with you."

Gan Ting glanced at him sullenly, and threw the quilt on his face, "To prevent you from escaping, I have to watch you all day tomorrow."

Fang Cun Pa pulled back the quilt and discussed, "But I have to go to the west of the city tomorrow."

Gan Ting waved his hand and extinguished the candles in the hall, and said without negotiating, "I'm going too, I have to come back at noon."

"Ok."

Fang Cun moved around, picked up the quilt with his mouth, covered his body hastily, and fell asleep heartlessly.

The sky was bright, and a little light came in through the window.

Fang Cun looked up at Gan Ting on the bed for a moment, and confirmed that after he fell asleep, he muttered a few words in a low voice, the rope untied, and the tightly tied rope on his hands was loosened.

He tiptoedly took the urn and gently closed the door, planning to go to the west of the city to return the urn first, and then find a random tavern to sit in the evening.

He still doesn't believe it. Without Gan Ting, he really wouldn't be able to survive the Ghost Festival?

Chang'an Avenue.

As soon as Fang Cun stepped on the road, he could already feel the gloomy atmosphere. Before dawn, the doors of every house were locked, and there were only a few old people selling vegetables on the long street.

The farther you go to the west, the more and more dead and quiet you are. When you reach the west of the city, you can no longer see people.

Fang Cun walked for a long time before seeing a vegetable seller, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Master, how can I get to Shi's house?"

The uncle was dozing off and didn't look up, "Shi's house? A hundred steps ahead, turn left and you'll be there."

"okay."

The early autumn is a bit cold, and the fallen leaves creak when they step on them, but otherwise there is a dead silence.

Fang Cun flinched a bit, and tried to walk against the wall as much as possible. Soon there was a stone lion blocking his way. Fang Cun didn't think much, put his hand on the stone lion, and went around.

He only took a step, but he tripped over something on the ground, which directly caused him to stagger, and his mind was mostly sober.

"I'll go." Fang Cun, who was already nervous, was taken aback, and looked down, the ground was black.

This lump of black is so real that people can't tell whether it's a human or a demon. Fang Cun bent down and looked it over carefully. It was a six or seven-year-old child, covered in mess, his clothes were thin and cold, his whole body was trembling, and there were injuries everywhere.

"Who is the father and mother who is so cruel to throw the child on the street." Fang Cun squatted down, just about to help the child up, but he didn't expect him to move by himself.

The child rubbed his eyes, as if he had just woken up, "It's Your Highness, where does Your Highness want to go?"

Fang Cun was stunned for a moment, "You...know me?"

The child nodded.

Fang Cun asked again, "Why did you sleep on the road?"

Not answered.

Fang Cun said helplessly, "I want to go to Shi's house in the west of the city."

The child giggled, jumped up and patted the dirt on his body, "Your Highness, follow me."

Fang Cun covered the urn in his hand and followed the child. The surrounding area was filled with a strange and oppressive atmosphere, like thorns on his back. This strange feeling was really uncomfortable, so Fang Cun couldn't help speeding up his pace.

The boy stopped in front of a house, and the morning light swept across the mossy stone slabs. The courtyard walls were not dilapidated, but they couldn't say a word.

"Mother-in-law." The boy pushed open the wooden door, and an old woman lay on a wooden chair in the courtyard and looked up at the sky.

Fang Cun just wanted to give her the urn quickly and escape from this place, "Grandma, I was entrusted to deliver something."

The old woman still raised her head, "Leave it alone."

Fang Cun followed her line of sight curiously, seeing that there was nothing on the gray sky, "Grandma, what are you looking at?"

The old woman whispered strangely: "Hush, wait until dawn."

Fang Cun didn't say anything more, knowing that it's not suitable to stay here for long, he said goodbye, "Then mother-in-law, please wait slowly, then I will leave first."

"Stop." Without waiting for Fang Cun to take a few steps back, the old woman stopped him, waved and threw something over, "Here you are."

Fang Cun quickly took it, it was a carefully woven red rope with a gold bead and a few small jade stones strung on it, it was very heavy, the golden bead engraved with Fu Lu alone was worth a lot.

The old woman stopped looking at the sky, and walked slowly with a cane, "I will give you a red rope to ward off evil spirits, and you burn the broken silver that my son gave you."

Broken silver?

Fang Cun thought about it for a while, and vaguely remembered that the old man who blocked him at the city gate gave him a few pieces of silver at that time. He lowered his head and rummaged in his sleeve for a while, but fortunately he didn't lose it, and handed it to her.

"Burn." The old woman pointed to the burning brazier next to her, "Burn it for me."

"Ah?" I didn't know the size, so I looked down and saw that all the broken silver in my hand had turned into paper money.

Fang Cun's pupils constricted sharply, conditioned to throw the paper money away, but the paper money seemed to be stuck to his hands, and he couldn't shake it off, Fang Cun backed back again and again in fear.

"boom--"

The door was closed by the dirty child, his small body was attached to the door, giggling.

Leaning on crutches, the old woman limped and limped as she approached slowly, "Didn't your parents tell you not to run around during the Ghost Festival?"

Fang Cun raised his head, pretending to be calm, "I told you, but I don't want to hear it."

The old woman smiled kindly, but for some reason she was full of treachery, admonishing: "If you don't listen, you will suffer some disadvantages, and after suffering disadvantages, you must be more obedient, Your Highness."

Hearing His Highness's voice, Fang Cun instantly became unafraid and understood, and asked dissatisfied, "Mother sent you here again?"

"No, but Lord Ganlu Yuan is also doing it for your own good." The old woman shook her head, step by step, and the crutch posts rattled on the ground.

Fang Cun took another step back, thinking of his own crow's mouth, and said, "Don't come over, turn around."

"It's useless."

"No fart." Fang Cun took out a pen from his cuff, and wrote the order on the white robe.

The old woman showed panic, put down her crutches, and took a few steps back uncontrollably.

"I have a lot of back hands, otherwise I dare to be so arrogant? Goodbye." Fang Cun waved his hand, pushed open the door and wanted to run out, but bumped into a black shadow abruptly.

He couldn't see the black shadow's face clearly, but he waved his hand and cast a spell to stab a bright light, Fang Cun's eyes were darkened, and he fell back weakly and fainted on the ground.

The old woman bowed to the black shadow at the door and said, "Emperor, tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, but His Highness doesn't seem to listen to dissuasion."

"It's okay, let me persuade him."