A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

"6 minutes for what?"

Wen Xuan smiled slightly and looked at Fang Mu'an in confusion.

Fang Muan laughed at himself, waved his hands, and went back to his room with half a bucket of hot water.

Probably because Fang Muan made a noise when he opened the door, Song Luo was woken up, and with an angry face, he yelled at him to come over and put on his clothes and shoes with a dark face.

This little bastard is as if he can't take care of himself in life, let others arrange everything.

Fang Mu'an recalled the 15-year-old when he "does everything by himself", needless to say the imbalance in his heart.

What added fuel to the flames was that Song Luo was still picky, "Put me socks first and then shoes, why are you so upside down?"

Fang Mu'an said "yes" several times, and held up Song Luo's feet to help him put on socks and shoes, "Master, did men in ancient times also bind their feet? Why are your feet so small?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he secretly scolded himself for committing the "ancient and ancient" mouth cancer again.

Song Luo felt offended, and his tone of reply couldn't be better, "What do you mean by that?"

Fang Mu'an hurriedly turned his back, "It's nothing interesting, I said the young master is flamboyant."

Song Luo was so angry that he almost kicked him, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Mu'an's idioms are not good in the first place, and Song Luo is already giving him face by not using the cherry feet to describe him.

"Master, do I know martial arts?"

Fang Muan asked casually, but Song Luo's body trembled when asked, "Do you remember?"

"The body has remembered, but the brain has not."

Fang Mu'an raised his head to see Song Luo's expression, and actually saw a trace of panic in Song Luo's eyes.

Song Luo pulled his foot out of Fang Mu'an's hand tightly, "What do you mean your body remembers? What do you remember?"

"I remember that I can punch and kick..." Fang Muan pulled Song Luo's feet back, desperately putting on socks and stuffing them into the shoes, "Wash your face quickly, master, the water will be cold after a while gone."

Song Luo went down to wash his face, his eyes still peeking at Fang Muan from time to time.

Fang Mu'an wiped Song Luo's face a few times with a cloth to wipe his face, and Song Luo was so angry that he dared not speak.

Song Luo also asked Fang Muan to comb his hair.

How could Fang Muan know how to comb ancient hair buns? He tore off several strands of Song Luo's hair before making it look like a haystack. The two of them were sighing in front of the mirror when Wenxuan knocked on the door and walked in.

Fang Mu'an, as if he had been pardoned, asked Wenxuan to help him.

Wenxuan collapsed with laughter when he saw the lump of unknown objects on Song Luo's head, he opened and recombed Fang Mu'an with soft hands, and helped him put on the scarf with his own hands.

Fang Mu'an understood how important hair shape is to a person. A second ago, Song Luo was like a little beggar, but now he has become Mr. Pianpianjia again.

The three of them went out for breakfast, and went on the road with the bodyguards as usual. The wound on Fang Muan's head gradually healed and new skin grew. Except that the color was a little different from the skin in other places, it was not a serious problem.

Song Luo's body gradually recovered, but he was still playing tricks, forcing Fang Mu'an to carry him on his back every now and then.

Fang Mu'an finally understood why he didn't feel tired after walking with a big living person on his back for a day. This super tenacious physical fitness was due to the accumulation of martial arts.

After walking for a few days, the group of people finally settled in a slightly larger town. Song Luo was the host, invited Wenxuan and all the bodyguards to a restaurant for a meal, arranged a few rooms in the inn, and ordered the waiter Boil water and serve tea.

Young Master Song hadn't bathed in the barrel for several days, and today he finally found a place where he could enjoy it for a fee. He soaked endlessly, and refused to come out when the water was cold, so he kept sneezing behind the screen.

Fang Muan poked his head, "Young master, come out after washing, be careful when the wind-cold strikes again."

Song Luo gave him a white look, wiped himself and came out to put on his clothes.

It doesn't matter if he finishes enjoying it, Fang Muan suffers, and he has to carry out buckets of used bath water with the shop assistants.

Song Luo sat comfortably at the desk reading, taking time out to hum and laugh at Fang Muan who was busy.

Fang Muan was so angry that he wished he could sneak a cup of bath water and mix it with the little bastard's tea.

After he finished transporting the bath water and wanted to take a breather, Wen Xuan knocked on the door and came in, "Brother Hongyi, can you lend me Song Anyi?"

Fang Mu'an's eyes turned white when he heard this, these days he was borrowed by Wenxuan every night, either to manage the lamp, or to spread paper and grind ink, or because Mr. Wen felt tired and asked him to hold a book for him to read.

From Song Luo to Wenxuan, all these Juren masters are lazy.

"Mr. Wen, I just finished taking care of the young master to take a bath, you should give me a rest at least."

Wenxuan walked to Song Luo's side with a smile, and looked down at the topic selection he was looking at, "After entering Beijing, do you want to visit your mentor first?"

Didn't they say that the two were not classmates before, and a mentor appeared out of nowhere.

Fang Mu'an was puzzled, but he didn't dare to talk too much, he listened to the two discussing in a daze about preparing gifts and writing famous cards and so on.

After the discussion, Wenxuan stood up and said goodbye, "I'm going to take a shower soon, please go over and help me with Song An."

Song Luo wanted to torment Fang Muan to death, and his smile was even brighter at the moment, "Song An, go, come back quickly after work, I have something to tell you."

Fang Mu'an wanted to cry but was unable to fight, so he had to copy and paste the work of boiling water and transporting water again.

Wenxuan was even more extreme than Song Luo, and he was dishonest when he got into the bathtub. He asked Fang Muan to wipe his back for a while, and asked him to add hot water for a while.

When he pretended to be deep, Fang Muan was yawning and pinching his shoulders.

Looking down, Mr. Wen's eyebrows and eyes are really good-looking. If it weren't for his aura that is too fierce, just looking at his facial features, he would be a bit masculine and feminine, charming and coquettish.It's probably because he doesn't twitch at all when he describes his mannerisms on weekdays, and he smiles brightly and warmly, so his appearance and temperament don't feel out of harmony.

If this face falls on a girl, Fang Muan really likes it.

It's a pity that God fell in love with a man by mistake.

Fang Muan stared blankly at the sight, and still felt a little sad in his heart. The girlfriend he was almost engaged to in his previous life was also a first-class beauty, but it was a pity that he was scared away by some messy things later.

Kang Shinian really hurt him a lot.

Fang Muan was distracted for a while, and when he lowered his head, he found that Wen Xuan was staring at him playfully.

That small look, no matter how you look at it, is a bit soul-stirring.

Fang Mu'an cleared his throat, "Mr. Wen, the water is cold, come out after you wash up."

"Oh." Wen Xuan responded slowly, and stood up from the water with a splash.

Fang Muan just took his hand off his shoulder a second ago, and saw his buttocks a second later, the shock he received was really extraordinary, just as he was about to cover his eyes and run away, Wen Xuan turned around and ordered, "Put the veil on hand to me."

Fang Mu'an turned his face sideways to get a bath towel for Wenxuan, and even dared not look at him when he handed it over.

Wenxuan looked at Fang Muan, who had no future, with a half-smile, dried himself and changed his clothes.

Fang Mu'an waited for Wenxuan to have a cloth on his body before he dared to turn his head back, "If you have nothing to do, my lord, I'll go out first."

The implication is, please ask the shop waiter for carrying water out, I don't have the energy to help you.

Wenxuan pointed to the bathtub behind the screen, "You haven't bathed for several days, so why don't you just take a bath because the water is still cold?"

Fang Muan is so depressed, you left me the bath water you used?

"No need, I'll just go to the well and take a bath." As he said, he opened the door and asked the waiter to bring out the bath water. Before Wen Xuan could speak, he said "Mr. Wen should rest early" and ran away.

Wen Xuan was left on the spot, looking at the closed door and laughing for a long time.

Fang Mu'an received psychological hints, and also felt uncomfortable after not taking a bath for a few days, so he went to the kitchen to get a bucket of hot water, and found a corner in the yard to wash it off.

After washing the upper body, I took off the clothes of the lower body, and the shelf where the clothes were hung to block the body was moved.

Wen Xuan looked at Fang Mu'an, who was drenched in water, and smiled gloatingly, "I told you to wash in the house, but you have to suffer from the cold in the cold field. If you get sick from the cold, you will have to suffer it yourself."

Fang Mu'an got angry for a while, and shouted at Wen Xuan, "I'm taking a bath, Mr. Wen, we servants are different from you masters, we don't like being stared at when we take a bath."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a muffled laugh from outside. It didn't sound like Wenxuan, but Song Luo.

Why did these two people form a group to watch him have fun?

Fang Muan didn't dare to tear off the clothes that were tied up and put them on again, it would be like putting on a show in front of the two of them, and he wasn't so cheeky as to continue washing as if nothing had happened.

If everyone is straight, it’s okay to see each other’s snails, but the two wicked peeps over there are crooked moons, and his body was once the bed pet of one of them. The situation is so serious that there is no need Too much to repeat.

Fang Mu'an blushed and dried himself off, took off his shirt and wrapped it around his lower body, pulled off his trousers and went straight to the latrine.

What he did just now was so embarrassing that he almost covered his face.

Wenxuan and Song Luo had seen enough excitement, and went back talking and laughing.

Fang Muan put on his pants and cleaned up the mess, and ran back to the room filled with righteous indignation.

Song Luo still looked like nothing happened, holding a book and pretending to be working hard.

Fang Mu'an rushed over and snatched his book and threw it on the table, "Master, you've tormented me enough these days, bullying is not like this."

Maybe it was because his expression was too frightening, or maybe his tone was too serious, Song Luo actually showed a trace of panic on his face, his black eyes were wide open, and his small mouth was slightly opened.

There was a sense of familiarity.

Fang Mu'an didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he saw Song Luo's frightened appearance, strange feelings arose in his heart.

What's even more deceitful is that the body he borrowed has also undergone some unfavorable changes.