The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The official originally wanted to separate the two into custody, and let Fang Cun experience the pain of parting, but Fang Cun would play tricks if he couldn't bear it, he would cry, make trouble and hang himself, holding Gan Ting to his death and refusing to let go. When he was separated, even if he was in prison, he had to sit with his baby, and even threatened him with the crown prince. The official had no choice but to let them be locked up together.

Fang Cun was lying on the straw in the cell refreshed. For him, it was a good thing to come to the cell. At least there was no surveillance of Ganlu here. Gan Ting sat aside and was completely undisturbed. Looking at the marriage book, it was a quiet time. good.

"Squeak—" Before they could rest for a moment, the cell was slowly pushed away.

The person who came was a young boy, who lowered his head very shyly, "Your...Young Master..."

The young boy looked familiar, Fang Cun thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember it, and asked, "Who are you?"

The young boy's ears turned red instantly, and he lowered his head again, "I am the little master who was treated lightly by the young master before."

Gan Ting was the first to think of the word "frivolous" and then he let out a cold snort and continued to look down and focus on Marriage Bo

Seeing this, Fang Cun smiled awkwardly, "Oh...it's been too long and I don't remember much, why are you here? Is there another corpse to be disposed of?"

The little servant shook his head softly, and said in a low voice: "No, His Royal Highness said... Now that the New Year is approaching, everyone is very busy and has no time to accompany you. You are also idle, so let me see you off. something."

As soon as the words fell, several jailers neatly placed red and festive lanterns in the cell, making the already small cell even more crowded.

Fang Cun thought that Qian Jian was also bought by Gan Lu, and frowned, "What is Qian Jian up to?"

"My lord, don't call the prince by his first name." Xiao Wu Zuo waved his hands in a panic, and explained: "This is a lantern sent by His Highness. These lanterns were originally intended to be hung in every corner of Chang'an City by the yamen for festivities. Yes, but His Highness said that the yamen was exhausted looking for the young master a few days ago and needed to rest, so he punished the young master to hang up. And this..."

Xiao Zuo approached slowly, took out a bag of items wrapped in linen from his cuff with a blushing face, and handed it to Fang Cun, "His Royal Highness asked me to hand it over to you."

I don't know the size, so I took it, and opened it carefully, "What do you want to do with the money..."

When Fang Cun touched the gold nugget in the burlap bag, his complaints stopped abruptly, he looked around like a thief, and quickly put the money bag into his cuff.

Xiao Wuzuo also lowered his head, pretending he didn't see anything.The prince's intention seems to be a punishment, but in fact he is giving Fang Cun some money to let him run away.

Fang Cun understood, and deliberately loudly said: "Go, isn't it just to hang the lanterns, I promise to hang them all within a day."

Fang Cun didn't go far, swaggeringly moved a ladder and stopped at the gate of the yamen, and chose here to hang the first lantern.

Seeing that he came out so easily, the official lord was biting his handkerchief next to him and itching his teeth angrily.

Fang Cun climbed up the ladder with a smile, and comforted him: "Don't be angry, it's easier to grow gray hair when you are angry."

Xiao Zuo looked up at Fang Cun who had climbed the ladder, stood on tiptoe and handed him the lantern with difficulty.

A gloomy glint flashed in Gan Ting's eyes, and he looked at Xiao Wu Zuo for a while, but Xiao Wu Zuo withdrew his hands instantly in surprise, lowered his head and handed the lantern to Gan Ting.

Fang Cun saw the scene clearly from the high ladder, and said with a smile, "Ting, hold on tight, I will fall later, and you will be the first to be crushed."

Gan Ting kicked the ladder unhappily, and when the ladder was wobbly and about to fall, he held it steady with one hand.