The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door like a dunning sound, and Fangcun's head hurt.

Finally, after perseveringly knocking on the door for a quarter of an hour, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned over half dead, got up and walked over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Xu Zinian yelled, "How long are you going to sleep?"

Fang Cun rubbed his eyes speechlessly, the clear sky outside hurt his eyes, "Brother, what time is it..."

Xu Zinian broke in unceremoniously, "You were the one who said he wanted to be with us, and you are the one who is sleeping like a dead pig now."

"Why are you so excited... I just finished a dungeon, so I have to let the story take a break." Fang Cun yawned and continued to lie back on the bed.

Gan Ting at the side said helplessly, "I'm talking nonsense again."

"Let me sleep for a while, let me sleep for a while..." Fang Cun's voice became smaller and smaller, his head was buried in the warm quilt, and he was about to fall asleep again.

Gan Ting walked unhurriedly to the bed, took out a bag of things from his sleeve, and threw it on the bed.

The weight was heavy, and it was pressed heavily between the beds, sinking into the soft bedding.

Startled, Fang Cun sat up suddenly, "What are you doing!"

Gan Ting said calmly, "Open it."

Fang Cun dragged the bag to his side cursingly, and opened it rudely, "It's really inexplicable, why is it so difficult to serve, I can't even sleep well, work starts at eight o'clock, overtime and wages, you are the hero Is it amazing? It took eight lifetimes to wear it..."

"!!!..."

Fang Cun's eyes were almost blinded by the glittering gold in the money bag, he was stunned for a moment, and weighed it in his hand.

"My darling..."

As expected, Gan Ting said, "Can't we go now?"

"Let's go, let's go." Fang Cun got up quickly, quickly put on his clothes, and stuffed the money bag to his waist.

The whole movement was clean and neat, and he said courteously: "Please, please."

Xu Zinian snorted and mocked, "Promise."

"A gentleman loves money and obtains it in a proper way. Of course I am promising." Fang Cun retorted with his hips on his hips, "Where are we going?"

Gan Ting took out a slender silver needle, it was not an ordinary embroidery needle, it was three inches long and covered with barbs, all of which were meticulously carved, but upon closer inspection it looked hideous and terrifying.

Fang Cun looked at the silver needle, and asked Pai Yao in a low voice, "Did he have a needle in his hand when he escaped yesterday?"Who handed it to him? '

Pixiu hummed, "Although he forgot to take it, the hero must have key props."

'Okay, the male lead is a bug in this world, always unimpeded. '

"Yesterday, the mysterious man came out too fast, so I didn't see it clearly. Now that I hold it in my hand, I just remembered that this needle is a needle used by a military priest under your command." Gan Ting handed the silver needle to Fang Cun, his eyes widened. There was no gentleness just now, full of sharp scrutiny.

"My subordinate? You doubt me again?..." Fang Cun curled his lips and took the silver needle.

The barb on the silver needle was too sharp, just touching it with a square-inch fingertip, a few drops of bright red blood spilled out instantly.

Xu Zinian clicked his tongue and said, "No, Your Highness, you were a porcelain doll in your previous life, right?"

Fang Cun wanted to refute in desperation, but after thinking about that bag of gold, taking advantage of his short hands and making his mouth soft, he still endured it.

Gan Ting asked: "You accepted the Martial God Officer who used needles as Sun Qiong. Before he ascended, he was the beloved General Sun in Chang'an City. Do you remember?"

Remember shit.

"Of course I remember." Fang Cun swollen his face to look fat, and raised his head, "But he is in the heaven, how do you check in the human world?"

"Naturally, we should go to Sun's house and ask whether this needle is used by Sun Qiong alone, or whether someone else is also using it."

Gan Ting stared straight at him like a torch, trying to catch the strangeness in Fang Cun's eyes.

Fang Cun didn't back down at all, met his eyes and said, "Let's go."

The Sun family is also considered a miraculous family, whether it is in the world or in the heavens, the Sun family in Chang'an City is well-known.

In the world, they are the stone pillars to protect the country and expand the territory.

In the heavenly world, there is a legend that three gods of war appeared in a row for a hundred years.

In short, no matter where they are, the Sun family in Chang'an City is always talked about and chatted after tea.

"Have you heard that the eldest lady of the Sun family is throwing a hydrangea ball to invite relatives?"

"Of course I've heard of it. Isn't it rumored everywhere?"

"Then why don't you go, that's Miss Sun's family, after marrying her, you won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

"Who dares to marry? I heard that since Miss Sun fell into the lake last month, her mind has become more and more insane and her temper has become more and more serious. Although it is not enough to fight and kill every day, she can still be forced to leave. Many servants."

"Come here, Miss Sun is here!"

With the crackling of firecrackers, Chang'an City became more and more lively. The stall owners on the street stopped selling, and people coming and going jogged and gathered under a very magnificent attic, looking up from the bottom up.

A few daughters from a teahouse not far away noticed the three of them, covering their faces with round fans and whispering with smiles.

"Whose son is that, so handsome.

"I've never seen it in Chang'an City before."

"Chuntao, hurry up and ask." A young lady ordered the maid beside her.

"Yes, ma'am."

A maid named Chun Tao came over gracefully and bowed to Gan Ting, "My lord."

"The male protagonist's love affair is not bad." Fang Cun looked at the shy ladies with bowed heads, then at Xu Zinian who had a dark face beside him, and gloated, "Xu Zinian's complexion is not bad, either."

Not knowing what Gan Ting whispered to her, Miss Chuntao's complexion became more and more ugly, and her head lowered lower and lower.

Fang Cun couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over to try to persuade Gan Ting not to bully girls.

"Wow!"

"Throw the hydrangea!"

There was a burst of cheers, Fang Cun raised his head reflexively.

The eldest lady in the attic with the phoenix crown and xiapei dropped the red hydrangea. Fang Cun didn't notice the trajectory of the hydrangea falling, but squinted her eyes to see the people in the attic clearly. The outline was familiar, but unfortunately it was too far away. The girl's face Very vague.

"It was the young man in Moyi who received the hydrangea."

"congratulations."

"Congratulations."

Ink clothes?Isn't the one in the ink suit Gan Ting?

Fang Cun looked at Gan Ting, who was also confused, in a daze. The poor male protagonist was holding a hydrangea ball and was at a rare loss.

Fang Cun was puzzled, "Isn't Gan Ting's official cp Xu Zinian? Did I make a mistake?"

"Little Tianzun?..." Xu Zinian did not expect such an accident to happen.

Chuntao at the side had ghostly thoughts, fearing that she might not be able to go back to work, so she threw herself straight at Gan Ting.

This pounce stunned the people next to him. Although Gan Ting sealed his mana, it was more than enough to hide a girl. He frowned, and once he dodged, he did it in one go, and threw the hydrangea away, leaving himself clean.

Seeing that Chuntao was about to hit the ground on her face, and the hydrangea inlaid with gold flakes and precious stones was also about to hit the ground.

Fang Cun raised his hand, bent his waist, caught the hydrangea with quick eyes and hands, and supported Chuntao with one hand.

"Good!" The crowd clapped their hands very cooperatively.

Fortunately, there was no bowl in front of Fangcun, otherwise he would definitely have received a lot of copper coins for watching acrobatics.

"Now, the young man in green got the hydrangea!"

Little Pixiu grinned, "Da da~ Congratulations, you have won the male lead's luck."

Fang Cun supported Chuntao, took a breath, "What did you say?"

Only then did he realize that he was holding a valuable hydrangea in his hand.

"It's over...Fang Cun" Xiao Pixiu suddenly froze, trembling in his words, "We are over..."

"What's wrong?" Fang Cun asked.

Before Xiao Pixiu could answer, a man dressed as a domestic servant walked up to him.

"My lord, Miss Sun invites you to go upstairs and have a talk."

Fang Cun looked up at the attic, the Miss Sun with the phoenix crown and xiapei was gone, she should have entered the attic.

Now it was Xu Zinian's turn to gloat, he cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Your Highness."

Fang Cun was very puzzled by this peach blossom from heaven, "You mean I stole the male protagonist's peach blossom luck?"

Little Pixiu whispered: "Yes..."

"What are you afraid of."

Fang Cun handed the red hydrangea to the servant, and walked over gracefully.

He thought, the big deal is to make it clear to Miss Sun who is throwing hydrangea balls to choose a husband, that he is just passing by, so he can't tell a lie, say that he has a wife, or that he doesn't want to get married and wants to become a monk, so just prevaricate.

But the next second he really saw this Miss Sun, Fang Cun finally knew why Pixiu was so cowardly.

The maids and servants next to Ms. Sun retreated one by one, leaving only a square inch in the entire Fuhua attic.

Fang Cun was also discouraged, "Old...Old Sister?..."

"Fang! Cun! You little bastard, how can you be so weak that a book knocks you out, and I have to come in to find you."

This Miss Sun is the elder sister who asked him to wear books, Fang Yanyan, who should be called Sun Wanjing now.

But she has nothing to do with the word Wanjing, she rushed over, punched and kicked, "I let you, a dead straight man who spends all day in the pile of antiques, find a wife. coming"

"Take it easy!" Fang Cun begged for mercy.

"And you! It's okay to lure my brother in."

Sun Wanjing opened her bow left and right.

"Master, master, please forgive me"

Although she is a girl, the beating is not too heavy, but because the Pixiu is too small, she still hides in pain.

Can be useless.

In desperation, the unique rich light of little Pixiu gradually radiated, and Sun Wanjing finally stopped.

Little Pixiu grew bigger little by little in the golden light until he could vaguely see a human figure.

Fang Cun let out a wow.

The young man in front of him is wearing a golden robe that is particularly dazzling, and he can even see the pattern of coins printed with gold leaf on the hem of his clothes. Only a short section of long hair in the back of his light yellow hair is tied with gold thread, and a pair of small animal ears are softly dangling. Camellia garnish was also used.

The human form of the little Pixiu simply wears the word rich and honor on his body, it can no longer be described as rich, one word, trench.