A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

When Fang Mu'an woke up, there was a person sleeping beside him, pressing down on him with hands and feet.

He clearly remembered that he got on the space-time train, but he didn't expect that in a dream on the train, he would dream of the first days when he and Kang Shinian were together.

Fang Muan got up and looked around with the faint light.

It turned out that what he slept on was not a bed, but a damp and rotten straw mat. His current shelter was a dilapidated temple that was so desolate that it was about to be haunted.

There was the sound of pattering rain outside, rumbling thunder, and snoring one after another in the ruined temple.

Judging from the amount of snoring, there are quite a few people staying overnight to hide from the rain.

Fang Mu'an lowered his body to look at the one who threw his arms and legs around him just now. The boy covered half of his face with a thin robe.

No wonder his breathing sound was weird and he couldn't breathe.

This person is probably his client - the young Juren who won the number one prize at a young age.

Fang Mu'an crept back to the straw mat lightly, and found a small bundle of dark cloth.

This was sent to him by the Time and Space Management Office. Inside the four-dimensional space bag hidden in the bag was a travel information guide, including basic information on his identity, basic information on his customers, current affairs rules of the dynasty, and a series of notices such as the exchange value of coins.

His name in this life is Song An, and he is the book boy of his client Song Luo. The age in the information is 15 years old, the same age as his master.

Since Song Luo was the champion at the age of 16, it should be the year before he was named on the gold list.

Fang Mu'an read two more lines of travel guide, the light in the temple was too dark and his eyes hurt, so he put the book back into the bag, and rubbed over to see Song Luo's face, just as his hand touched the side of the cloak, Song Luo's other side There was a voice.

"Song An, what are you doing?"

Fang Muan was startled, it turned out that the dark lump on the other side of Song Luo was actually a person.

The man's voice was deep, with a slight blur of waking up at 01:30, his eyes were shining brightly in the dim light, and he looked straight at Fang Mu'an.

Where is holy?

"Is your head better?"

head?good what good?

Who is he talking to?

Fang Mu'an stared at him at a loss, but the person who was talking to him slowly sat up and touched his forehead with Song Luo in the middle.

Why did you get started without saying three sentences?

Fang Mu'an instinctively rejected the salty pig's claws, he hit others in a panic and aftershocked himself, as soon as the wound hurt, he couldn't help but ouch.

The one who was beaten lowered his head and chuckled, the laughter was full of schadenfreude.

Fang Mu'an touched his head, there were several laps of white cloth wrapped around it, it seemed that he was indeed injured.

The key is...how did it hurt?

The man had laughed enough, and asked Fang Mu'an softly, "You've been in a coma for several days, and your head still hurts badly?"

Maybe Fang Muan fell asleep, or maybe he hasn't let go of his obsessions. He always feels that the person in front of him is inexplicably similar to Kang Shinian in adulthood; his current situation is quite similar to that of a 15-year-old The feeling of Kang Shinian falling asleep and waking up next to 30-year-old Kang Shinian.

Fang Muan cautiously moved closer to look at the man's face, the light was too dim, and he could only see a silhouette, "Who are you?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "You can't be fooled by someone, right? I'm your young master's friend, Wenxuan."

His young master's friend?

His young master is a broken sleeve, it is said that he missed the one he loves by accident; could it be that the one who missed is the one in front of him?

Fang Muan narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Oh, Mr. Wen. Where are we going?"

Wen Xuan let out a long sigh, "It seems that you were really fooled by someone. Your young master and I won the same examination in the same province, and we went to Beijing to catch up with the exam together."

"classmate?"

"No, I never studied in the same library, and the teacher is not the same."

From this tone, the friendship between these two people is just test friends.

How come there is a feeling that something needs to be clarified?

The more he explained, the more he covered up, the two of them definitely had something to do.

Fang Mu'an looked at Song Luo who was sleeping deeply, and then at Wen Xuan who was smiling, "Didn't many people give gifts to Zhongju in ancient times? What's more, those who can afford schoolboys are mostly from well-off families. How can you two be so poor? Came here to live in a ruined temple?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it all. What is "ancient"? Isn't this a sign of "abnormal" on himself?

Fortunately, Wenxuan didn't hear anything strange, "It's not all because of you. In the barren mountains and wild mountains, someone smashed his head and fell into a coma for several days, and there were days of heavy rain, so we had to stay in the ruined temple for a few days."

How could he be hit on the head in the barren mountains?

"We didn't encounter bandits, did we?"

Wenxuan smiled half-smile, "You finally remembered, you want to go up and fight with others without the strength to restrain a chicken, and they will take advantage of you without giving you a knife."

"What about the travel expenses? What about the money? Has it been robbed?"

Fang Mu'an's subconscious reaction was to beg along the way and eat chaff and vegetables, so that his young master could find a place with many people and sell him for money.

Feudal society didn't talk about human rights. His current status is a tradable population. If he is not careful, let alone earning points, his life will be in danger.

Wen Xuan laughed and said, "You really don't remember anything about the past? After you were injured, a team of dart carts passed by, and a few bandits ran away in fright, and they never lost money."

It turned out that everyone else in the ruined temple was an escort.

Hug your thighs!

Fang Mu'an nodded, seriously thinking about how to proceed with the next conversation, Wen Xuan said seriously, "Your young master is sick, if you don't find a doctor to take a look, I'm afraid things will get worse."

"How sick?"

"Catch a cold."

Fang Mu'an went to touch Song Luo's forehead, and sure enough, the burn was not normal.

According to the information, this kid is weak. Don't make it difficult for him to fail the exam and hang up halfway. This will cause him to die before he leaves the teacher, and his points will be wasted.

"Have you taken medicine?"

"Where can I find medicine in the barren mountains and ridges? I've been stuck here for the past few days. I haven't had a good meal. If the weather is fine tomorrow, I can travel some distance. Maybe I can find a Zhuangzi to settle down and get some medicine."

Fang Mu'an pulled Song Luo's head out of the cloak to let him breathe.

This kid is indeed still a child, with a small face the size of a palm, and his body has not yet grown. Unexpectedly, at such a young age, he won the number one prize.

Also learn from others to cut off sleeves.

"It's still early before dawn, you should sleep for a while."

As soon as Fang Mu'an raised his head, he saw that Wen Xuan was looking at him with burning eyes. He was uncomfortable being watched by him, so he said perfunctorily, "Mr. Wen, go to bed first, I'm not sleepy yet."

It's strange that he can still feel sleepy in such a humid environment.

Wen Xuan smiled, lay back silently, and helped Song Luo tuck the cloak casually.

The corner of Fang Mu'an's mouth twitched as he watched from the side, and he lay back on the broken straw mat after standing up for a while.

As soon as he lay flat on his front feet, Song Luo wrapped his hands and feet into his arms.

Fang Mu'an was very helpless, thinking that if you didn't hug me, you missed him, so why did you come hug me.

The appearance of his previous life brought him a lot of troubles, the body after time travel should not be the same as before.

Fang Muan twisted a few times before trying to throw the octopus aside, and the octopus coughed several times in response to the occasion.

Fang Muan didn't dare to move anymore, but Wenxuan just giggled, the sound of the wind and rain outside gradually subsided, and when the rain stopped in the early hours of the morning, he fell asleep again in a daze.

……

Fang Muan was awakened by the smell of food, and when he opened his eyes, Song Luo was still in his arms.

In the clear sky and broad daylight, the boy's appearance was finally clear.

Maybe it's because he hasn't fully developed yet, but Song Luo's appearance has the beauty and softness unique to teenagers, and his skin is white without any blemishes, which can be called as snow-like as jade.

No wonder he likes men, growing up like this is bound to be broken by men, and he will be bent after breaking up.

Fang Mu'an lamented long, but a deep laugh came from next to his ear, "Why are you sighing so early in the morning?"

Wen Xuan was holding a bowl, and was sitting not far away, smiling and looking at the master and servant who were hugging each other. The sunlight shone on him through the window, making his whole body warm and gentle.

Although Wenxuan's facial features are exquisite, their childishness has long faded, and the calmness between his eyebrows and eyes is definitely not something that young people would have.

Fang Muan was dumbfounded when he saw him, but he asked, "How old is Mr. Wen?"

This is quite offensive, even if the wording "Gui Geng" is used, Master Juren's age is not something he, a school boy, is qualified to ask.

Fortunately, Wenxuan was very personable, and he didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he just replied with a smile, "Thirty years have passed".

Fang Mu'an also responded with a smile. It should be considered pretty good if he won the Juren before the age of 30. It seems that there are many Confucian scholars who can't even pass the exam to be a scholar; such a young talent like Song Luo can be regarded as a child prodigy Bar.

Fang Mu'an broke free from Song Luo's arm, and followed the scent to Wen Xuan's side, "What is Mr. Wen eating?"

"A 'one-pot dish' made by bodyguards."

"Why is it so delicious?"

"You haven't eaten for several days. Of course, everything smells delicious. But it's also because there is a piece of bacon in today's dish, so it is very fragrant."

Fang Mu'an was so greedy that his mouth was watering, Wen Xuan said with a smile before he put his head into his bowl, "Here's this bowl for you, I'll fill another bowl."

At this time, there is no need to be humble. Fang Muan took the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat with his arms. As soon as the muscles on his face were stretched, the wound on his head started to hurt again.

When Wen Xuan came back, seeing that he was grinning in pain and still not forgetting to gobble it up, he couldn't help laughing again.

Fang Muan also realized that the way he was eating was too inelegant, so he wiped his mouth and tried to chew slowly, "When the weather clears, we have to hurry, right?"

"It has only been raining heavily for a few days, and the mountain road is muddy. If the bodyguards discuss departure, we will go on the road with them."