A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

By the time Fang Muan realized what he was doing, he had already pressed Song Luo to bed.

Song Luo's eyes were watery, and his face was full of despair, "Cunning bastard, I knew you were faking it."

Fang Muan was so frightened that he scrambled away from Song Luo's body, "I was impulsive just now, it was this body that wanted to do something to you, not what I wanted to do to you, don't get me wrong."

Song Luo got up and straightened the ripped collar, and sneered, "Why do you still have to act in front of me when you've revealed your true colors?"

"What is acting, I swear that everything I said is true."

"Every sentence is true? Okay, now you yell at me three times and I will believe you."

"The king of Ji will not die well, the king of Ji will not die well, the king of Ji will not die well..."

Before Song Luo finished speaking, Fang Mu'an couldn't wait to yell a few words, the voice was so loud that it pierced through the wall.

Song Luo was so frightened by his violent walk that he even stopped breathing, and Wenxuan knocked on the door, "Brother Hongyi, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Mu'an was still worried about Wenxuan's peeking at him taking a bath, and he didn't want to talk to him at all at the moment, so he replied for Song Luo, "It's nothing, Mr. Wen, go to sleep."

Wenxuan clearly heard Fang Muan say the word "scroll" viciously outside, and the corners of his eyes almost wrinkled from laughter, "It's getting late, Brother Hongyi and Xiao Song'an should go to bed early, we have to hurry tomorrow, Xiao Song An tonight..."

"I want to serve the young master, Mr. Wen can handle it by himself."

What does it mean to solve it by yourself?

Guys passing by in the corridor happened to hear Fang Muan's burning words, and their expressions all became wonderful.

Wen Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and went back to his room.

Fang Mu'an heard no sound outside the door, so he approached Song Luo and asked, "Who is King Ji? Does he have any grudges against you? Why do you curse him to die?"

Song Luo was still in a daze, "You really don't remember."

"I told you a long time ago...you are the one who is suspicious. Who is King Ji?"

Song Luo let out a long sigh, hesitating for a while, opening and closing his mouth, "Do you remember where we started from?"

"do not remember."

"It's fine if you don't remember. I am your young master, you are my book boy, King Ji is the enemy of my Song family, and Wen Xuan is the spy sent by King Ji to spy on me."

"Ah??" Fang Muan opened his mouth so much that he could stuff a basin, "You fell in love with the spy sent by your enemy."

"What?" Song Luo was puzzled by Fang Muan's reasoning, "Who... fell in love with whom? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Why are you pretending to be confused, isn't Wenxuan your missed opportunity?"

"When did I miss Wenxuan?"

Fang Mu'an was silenced by Song Luoding, and he still looked unconvinced.

Song Luo forced himself to take a few deep breaths to calm his mind, and said calmly, "If you want to treat me as the master, please help me."

The development of the plot was beyond Fang Muan's expectation, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Isn't Wenxuan Song Luo's sweetheart? Why did he suddenly become a spy?

Where did another King of Ji appear?

Song Luo asked Song An to help him deal with Wenxuan, why did he wait until now, why did he go so early?

The most suspicious thing is that his body clearly has memories of Song Luo, and it seems to be the memory of someone else.

He used to think that Song Luo was the one who enjoyed it.

Why doesn't that seem to be the case.

Song Luo asked him to serve his strength that night, did he also pretend to test him?

Damn it, how could he have lost the time travel guide? With so many characters with a lot of information all at once, it would be difficult for him as an outsider to accept it.

Song Luo gritted his teeth, pulled Mu An's hand and said, "We will escape tonight, you should pack your luggage early."

"I'm almost at my destination, why do I want to run away? Where do I run away? Master, don't you want to go to Beijing to catch up with the exam? How can you change it, change it, and wander around the world?"

Fang Muan's head was buzzing. When he applied for the visa, he was given clear instructions. His mission goal was to help his client become a generation of virtuous ministers. But now his client doesn't even take the imperial examination. How can he become a generation? Good minister?

"Master, we still have to think long-term."

"Will you help me or not? If you don't, I'll go by myself."

What the hell is going on here?

Fang Muan only felt that his future was dark.

Song Luo had already started to pack the baggage, Fang Muan was still talking about it, and persuaded Song Luo to bed.

Song Luo took off his shoes, covered himself with the quilt, and prepared to go to bed. Fang Muan didn't dare to lick his face and climb into bed, so he fell asleep on the table.

After sleeping until midnight, Fang Muan was shaken awake.

Song Luo blinked his eyes a few times in the dark, "Song An, we should go."

Fang Mu'an swung his sword to kill himself. His client was determined to play by the rules of the game, so he couldn't tie him up and send him to the capital for an exam.

How to do?

Run away!

In addition to helping him become a generation of virtuous officials, isn't it necessary to change the fate of his untimely death? It's better to do half of it than nothing.

Fang Mu'an quietly opened the door, led Song Luo to the backyard and jumped over the wall, "Master, do you know the way?"

Song Luo nodded, "Come with me."

The two of them set out on the road in the dark, and they didn't know how far they had traveled until dawn.

Song Luo couldn't move even half a step, so Fang Mu'an could only help him find a tea shed by the roadside to rest.

"Master, who is King Ji, and why did he send someone to monitor you?"

Song Luo looked straight at Fang Muan, and asked without answering, "Song An, if someone wants to kill me, will you protect me?"

Fang Muan's scalp was numb when asked, "Who wants to kill you?"

what is going on?Before he came here, he clearly thought that this task was a simple official appearance, how could it turn into a battle of swords?

"Young master, don't worry, I will keep you even if I risk my life."

Otherwise his points will be over.

There was a faint smile in Song Luo's eyes, "It's good to be loyal, but you must clearly distinguish who is your master."

"You are my master, who else can I have?"

No matter who the book boy Song An's former master was, Fang Muan rushed to get points from Bao Song Luo, and he didn't pay attention to anyone else.

Song Luo sneered, looking past Fang Muan to the direction behind him.

"Master..." Fang Muan was eager to express his heartfelt heart, and he had only spoken half a sentence when he heard someone shout "Brother Hongyi" from afar.

Wenxuan! !

They ran for most of the night, and this kid had already grown scud legs, so why did he catch up so quickly.

Fang Mu'an instinctively protected Song Luo, "Master...he won't do you any harm, right? I'll run with you on my back."

Wen Xuan got closer and closer, his speed was only normal, and he didn't have the potential to change his mind at all, not to mention that he was accompanied by escort cars all the way.

How is this going?

Fang Muan panicked, wanted to pull Song Luo up and ran away, but Song Luo shook his hand away forcefully, stood up and saluted Wenxuan, "Brother Wen."

Wen Xuan walked forward with a smile, "Brother Hong Yi believes that he really doesn't remember anything this time."

Song Luo glanced at Fang Mu'an who was stupefied, and nodded slightly.

Fang Mu'an knew that he was played by these two people's partnership no matter how bad his brain was, so he gritted his teeth and asked Song Luo, "Last night you said you knew the way, but you led me around in circles in the middle of the night?"

Song Luo ignored him, frowning thoughtfully.

Wenxuan looked at Fang Muan with a smile, took out an oil-paper bag from his arms, opened it to reveal the snacks inside, "I haven't eaten anything this morning, you must be hungry, here, let's have some hot tea."

"Being played like a monkey for half the night, I'm so full of gas, I don't have the mood to eat."

Fang Mu'an's mouth was hard, but his saliva couldn't help but flow. Wenxuan prepared his favorite meat buns. He held them in his arms before, and they were still hot, which hooked people's gluttons out.

Wen Xuan was amused by his incongruity, and pushed the steamed stuffed bun in front of him again, "Eat, don't starve yourself."

After all, Fang Muan surrendered and devoured a few mouthfuls. It was not until he saw Song Luo's contemptuous face that he blushed and slowed down.

Wen Xuan didn't have any dislike for his eating, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

This little look was seamlessly connected with the ecstatic eyes of the beauty yesterday when she was in the bath.

Fang Mu'an was completely hairy when he looked at him. If a big girl looked at him like this, he would be [-]% sure that she had thoughts about him.

Song Luo ran around in the middle of the night, holding his head with his hands and looking exhausted and dead.

Fang Mu'an guessed that he was going to be used as a donkey again.

Sure enough, when they were on the road, Song Luo asked Fang Muan to carry him on his back.

Fang Mu'an dared to refuse; Song Luo was overly sleepy, and fell asleep on his back after a while.

Wenxuan walked side by side with Fang Muan, turning his head to ask him from time to time, "Are you tired, do you want to change me?"

Fang Mu'an only scolded him in his heart for talking about doctrine.

"Mr. Wen, do you know who King Ji is?"

Wen Xuan shook his head while laughing, "You don't even know who King Ji is, but you dare to curse him loudly in a place like an inn where there are dragons and snakes? Are you afraid of being sent to the government for investigation by good people?"

Fang Muan also knew that his behavior last night was too abrupt, "I didn't cause any trouble, did I?"

"Fortunately, we are not in Jizhou."

"King Ji is the king of Jizhou?"

"The power of each province belongs to the imperial court. Jizhou has a governor and a governor. It is not very accurate to say that the king of Jizhou is the king of Jizhou."

"Who is the king of Ji?"

"King Ji is a border vassal with a heavy army in his hands. Your young master, and I, are all candidates from Jizhou. We used to be barely regarded as the disciples of His Highness King Ji."