A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Muan was [-]% full after eating, so he wiped his mouth and asked, "Do you want to leave a bowl for my young master?"

Wen Xuan looked at Fang Muan's bowl with a smile, "Just ask them for another bowl after you finish eating."

"Can I have two more bowls, I'm not full yet..."

"Then you go, and I will lend you my bowl."

Fang Mu'an looked at Wenxuan who had only eaten half of the food, and was surprised, "Mr. Wen is so big, but his appetite is so small?"

Wenxuan smiled embarrassedly, and casually replied, "It's a habit I've developed since I was a child."

The two were talking when they heard Song Luo call "Song An" vaguely.

Fang Mu'an hurriedly put down the bowl and chopsticks and ran over, tested the temperature of Song Luo's forehead with his hand, and called "Master" softly.

Song Luo was still in a daze at first, but when he heard Fang Muan's voice, he opened his eyes with sweat, "Song An!...you're awake!!..."

No matter how you hear this tone, it means that you really don't want him to wake up.

Fang Muan felt uneasy, afraid that if he was not careful, he would show his feet, "Master, my brain has been smashed, and I can't remember many things in the past."

Song Luo's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. He first looked at Fang Mu'an from inside to outside, and then turned his head to look at Wen Xuan.

Wenxuan smiled to Song Luo, "Song An really doesn't seem to remember anything, she woke up last night and asked me who I was."

Song Luo sat up with his head supported, with a haggard and anxious face, and he was also full of guard when he looked at Fang Muan, "Do you remember how you hurt your head?"

Fang Mu'an shook his head honestly, "Mr. Wen said, it's a bandit..."

Song Luo carefully observed Fang Muan's expression, as if he wanted to see something strange from his face.

Fang Mu'an felt terrified at the sight.

Wenxuan patted Song Luo's hand, and said with a soft smile, "Don't worry, when you get to the town, ask the doctor to show him, take some medicine, maybe you'll be fine."

Fang Mu'an looked at Wenxuan, and then at Song Luo, "Young Master should be the doctor, he is so sick, if he is not treated in time, I'm afraid it will delay the trip to Beijing."

Song Luo coughed twice in a hurry, Wen Xuan hurriedly sat behind him and helped him back and forth, and the two leaned against each other.

Wen Xuan supported Song Luo, but looked at Fang Mu'an with a smile in his eyes.

Fang Mu'an was irritated by the greasy scene in front of him, so he avoided it knowingly, turned around and finished eating the leftovers, and asked the bodyguards for another bowl of food and handed it to Song Luo.

Song Luo originally had no appetite, but Wenxuan insisted, so he managed to eat a few mouthfuls.

After breakfast, the bodyguards packed their bags and set out on the road, Fang Mu'an and the other three also packed their bags and went down the mountain with them.

The mountain road was muddy, Fang Muan and Wenxuan supported Song Luo one by one from left to right, Song Luo's face was flushed with heat, and he ran out of strength after walking for a while, and was about to faint in minutes.

Wenxuan offered to carry Song Luo on his own, Fang Muan was under pressure and had to rush to be Song Luo's footwork.

If there is a slave, why not use a boyfriend? Song Luo is not stupid.

So the glorious mission of carrying people forward fell on Fang Muan's head.

The moment Song Luo lay on Fang Muan's body, her face almost turned into a flower with a smile.

That smile, no matter how you look at it, looks like a smile of revenge.

Wenxuan's expression is also very exciting, he wants to laugh but dare not laugh, secretly gloating.

Fang Mu'an felt uncomfortable, this old society really cannibalizes people without spit out bones, does not torment lovers and only torments servants.

Song Luo was not tall, and his body was thin. Small was not too heavy, but it was still difficult to walk the mountain road with him on his back.Fang Mu'an thought that he would die if he persisted for a while, but he didn't expect that the body he occupied was so strong that he didn't panic or breathe until noon when he carried the weight.

A group of people hastily ate their lunch and continued on their way; Wenxuan pretended to offer to carry Song Luo for Fang Muan, but Song Luo politely refused.

After walking for half a day, in the evening, a group of people rushed to Zhuangzi at the foot of the mountain to settle down.Several bodyguards and Song Luo pooled up the money for the lodging, and asked the host to boil water and cook. Everyone was trapped on the mountain for several days, and finally had a delicious meal.

Wenxuan asked someone to ask the doctor to see Song Luo and Fang Muan. The doctor prescribed a prescription and asked Fang Muan to go grab the medicine. Wenxuan was worried, so he followed. Feed Song Luo a spoonful.

Wenxuan waited on Song Luo, took his leave and went back to his room to wash up; as soon as he left the house, Song Luo asked Fang Muan to prepare bath water for him as well.

Fang Mu'an was opposed to this proposal at the beginning, the brat is still suffering from a high fever, what should he do if he gets seriously ill after taking a bath.

But Song Luo insisted on insisting, and did not give Fang Muan any room to refuse.

Fang Mu'an had no choice but to borrow a basin of Wenxuan's boiled water, bring it back to his room and put it on the table.

Song Luo looked coldly at Fang Mu'an hurrying back and forth, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

Fang Mu'an couldn't figure out what his little master was going to do, so he didn't even bother to think about it, "Master, the water is hot, so be careful, change your clothes quickly after washing, don't catch cold again."

Fang Mu'an gave a few careless instructions, turned around and was about to go out, when Song Luo stopped him before he could move his legs, "Why are you going?"

"Didn't the young master want to take a bath? I'll avoid it."

"You avoided? Who did you avoid to wash for me?"

what?

If Song Luo was a three-year-old child, it would be fine to ask someone to help him take a bath, but a 15-year-old capable boy can't even take care of such things as taking a bath?

How did the ruling class of feudal society grow up?

Fang Muan's face was dark, and he asked out of politeness, "Master, do you want me to help you take a bath?"

Song Luo walked down the floor while undressing, motioning for Fang Muan to open the door, "Song An, do you really not remember anything, or are you playing tricks on me?"

The master spoke in such a tone, and Fang Muan couldn't evade any more, so he leaned over like a dog and helped Song Luo take off his clothes.

Song Luo straightened his arms, as if throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper.

Fang Mu'an bit the bullet and helped him take off his coat and middle clothes. When he got to his underwear, he couldn't do it. He faltered and asked for instructions, "Master, how about...you take it off yourself..."

Song Luo narrowed his eyes, frowned and looked at Fang Muan, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Mu'an took a sneak peek at Song Luo, and was frightened by Song Luo's eyes.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Song Luo looked at him like an opponent who saw blood on the blade, and the current forbearance was only for the sake of accumulation in the future.

Illusion or something...?

Fang Muan didn't move, and Song Luo didn't move either. In the end of the stalemate, it was Song Luo who retreated first and took off his underwear by himself.

The neatness of the movement is rare in the world.

Fang Mu'an stared dumbfounded at Song Luo's frank show in front of him, opening or closing his eyes, and when he finally calmed down a little, Song Luo asked him to help wipe his body.

"Master...was I the one who helped you change your clothes and take a shower before?"

Song Luo snorted softly, his tone a bit cold, "Who else is it if it's not you."

Are the princes and book boys in ancient times really getting along so harmoniously?

Fang Mu'an was really eye-opening, and with the mentality of going to the countryside to do as the Romans do, he had no choice but to go over and wipe Song Luo's back.

Song Luo stretched out Baibai's arms and legs for him to wash, but Fang Mu'an refused to let him go.

At the end of the day, Young Master Song sneezed a few more times from the cold.

Fang Muan took a change of underwear and clothes from the luggage, and Song Luo looked at him from time to time while putting them on.

In order to prove that he didn't peek, Fang Mu'an turned his body around.

The expression on Song Luo's face became more and more suspicious, and he went around to Fang Muan and asked seriously, "Song An, I warn you... If you play tricks on me, I will definitely not let you go."

Fang Mu'an's back shivered slightly, and Song Luo's tone of speaking to him was not like that of his family members or servants, but rather of a sworn enemy.

Could it be that there is something inside it?

He is at a loss now, and he just wants to go to the travel guide right away.

Seeing that Fang Mu'an was absent-minded, Song Luo gritted his teeth and took a step closer, "Take off your clothes and go to bed."

Fang Muan wondered that he had heard it wrong, "What did the young master say?"

Song Luo raised his eyebrows, "I'll let you take off your clothes and go to bed to serve me."

Undress……

go to bed...

serve him...

Any one of these three phrases is unsuitable for children.

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Undress and climb into bed, I want you."

Fang Mu'an confirmed it again with trembling lips, and Song Luo confirmed it once again as he wished.

A 15-year-old brat would take someone's knife if he wanted it. This feudal society is too dark!

Fang Mu'an shouted in his heart that it was too unfair. At Song Luo's age, he always asked for paper.

Song Luo looked at Fang Muan with contempt in his eyes, and sneered softly, "You have always served me like this before, and you can't stop doing your duty just because you bumped your head and forgot."

duty?

He is a bookboy but not Luantong, so it is his duty to sleep with his master.

Fang Mu'an argued confidently, "Master, I only serve you to study."

Song Luo snorted softly, and his tone was full of disdain, "I don't think you have lost your memory, but you have become stupid. You don't know what a book boy does?"

Fang Muan's head was buzzing with alarm bells. According to what Song Luo meant, his main duty in the past was not to do chores under the bed, but to do chores on the bed.

Regardless of Song Luo's relationship with Song An in the past, Fang Mu'an has no obligation to pick up his mistakes.

I thought this little brat was just having a heart-to-heart relationship with Wenxuan spiritually, but who would have thought that when he was in a spiritual relationship outside, behind closed doors there would be a commissioner who would take care of his physical comfort.

Although Fang Mu'an had known Song Xiao Zhuangyuan's sexual orientation for a long time, he would never have expected that this unlucky boy would advocate activism before he even had a full hair.

Song Luo felt impatient, so he pushed Fang Muan to the side of the bed, "Take off your clothes quickly, don't dawdle."

Fang Muan jumped three feet away, his tongue was tied up, "Master... let me find Mr. Wen for you."

"What do you want Mr. Wen to do?"

"Aren't you two best friends? He should be able to solve your problem."