A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

After entering the city, Fang Mu'an said nothing, and forced Song Luo to pay for a car. Although there was no place for him in the car, he could only squeeze with the driver at most, but it was better than walking with a heavy load after all. Much better.

A group of people stumbled and walked to the capital, Song Luo and the three parted ways with the bodyguards, and found an elegant school to stay and prepare for the exam.

The first two days were recuperating, and on the evening of the third day, Song Luowenxuan went to visit the residence of the former Jizhou Xuezheng, Mr. Han Ze. Fang Muan was too low-level, so he was left alone in the inn.

Fang Mu'an was happy and leisurely, lying on the bed eating snacks and taking a nap, sleeping soundly, when the staff of the school told him that someone was looking for him.

Okay, who is looking for him?

Fang Muan was sleepy, and went out yawning. There were two people dressed as scholars sitting in the living room. When he saw him, he got up and greeted him, "Master Song."

Fang Muan was taken aback by being called, and waved his hands and said, "Your Excellency, you have misunderstood the person, you are looking for my young master, Song Luo Song Xiaolian?"

The two looked at each other, and after a while they replied in a low voice, "Sir Song, don't worry about the walls having ears, we have already checked around before entering the door."

spy?

What are you looking for?

Why do they keep calling him Mr. Song?

Fang Mu'an felt that something was wrong, so he kept his composure and asked in a retreat, "What do you two want to see me for?"

"I'll wait for the prince's letter from Feige to invite Mr. Song and Mr. Wen to settle down in the Jizhou Guild Hall and wait for the test."

Lord?

Jizhou Guild Hall?

Could it be that King Ji ordered it?

Fang Muan frowned, but didn't dare to say anything, "It's pretty good here, is there any reason not to move?"

The scholar laughed, "That's all for Mr. Wen. Mr. Song is a young talent who is famous all over the world. Everyone knows that he was born in Jizhou. If he deliberately doesn't stay in the Jizhou guild hall, I'm afraid he is trying to cover up."

Fang Muan was confused by what he heard, and he didn't know how to respond at the moment, so he could only say perfunctorily, "The two young masters have gone out, let's discuss it when they come back."

The two looked at each other, Mu An saluted each other, and turned to leave.

Fang Muan couldn't help being curious, and called back the person who had walked to the door, "How do you know that we have entered the city?"

Probably because his question was too untechnical, the two people looked at each other in blank dismay on the spot, "Mr. Ruowen is back, please inform him, Mr. Song, that we have been here."

Fang Muan nodded in agreement, waved his hand and let him go.

When Song Luo and Wenxuan came back from their relationship, Fang Muan told them everything that happened before.

Wenxuan shook his head with a smile, and asked Song Luo, "Do you want to move?"

Song Luo couldn't laugh, "The prince has already spoken, can you not move?"

Fang Mu'an was left alone, looked at Wenxuan, and then at Song Luo, wondering if he should interrupt.

Wenxuan couldn't help laughing at Song Luo's stupid look, "According to me, we can't move. In Song An's current situation, I'm afraid it will show his feet when we get there."

Song Luo glared at Fang Muan, "Brother Wen decides everything."

Wen Xuan nodded with a smile, said goodbye and went back to the room. Before leaving, he even gave Mu An a wink, "Can you lend me Song An tonight?"

"What did Brother Wen borrow him for?"

"Warm the bed."

Fang Muan really has a headache, since they settled down in the academy, he has been warming Wenxuan's bed for several days.Before Mr. Wen went to bed, he had to make the bed for others, get in to warm the quilt, and then give the warm side to Wen Xuan, and he went to cultivate the cold other side.

Seeing that the weather is getting colder day by day, Master Wen doesn't spend money on charcoal, so what's the point of hugging a living person like a stove.

Song Luo glanced at Fang Muan in disgust, "Out of sight, out of mind, take it away if you want it."

Fang Mu'an scolded in his heart a heartless little bastard, that bastard was the one who hugged him tightly in the ruined temple back then.

Wenxuan took Fang Muan away with a smile, tossed him to serve tea and water, held a lamp and held a book, rubbed ink and spread paper, squeezed his shoulders and beat his legs, and at ten o'clock before going to bed, he took off his clothes and rushed him to the bed to warm the quilt.

Fang Muan grinned from the cold in the cold quilt, "Why did the two people who came to see me today call me Master Song?"

Wenxuan unhurriedly took off his coat, "Probably because he was afraid of your high martial arts skills and being unable to address you by your actual identity, so he called you 'Master' in a general way."

Fang Muan became energetic when he heard it, "What is my actual identity?"

Wen Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him with a smile, and didn't answer for a long time.

Fang Muan was anxiously delayed by him, "You are talking."

"You really want to know?"

"Of course, it's better than being so ignorant now."

Wen Xuan took off his shoes and got into bed, pushed Fang Muan aside, lay down on the pillow and pretended to be dead.

Fang Muan didn't even get a response after calling Wenxuan a few times, so he pinched his nose in a fit of anger.

Wenxuan was pinched and chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'll just tell you. Before you lost your memory, you were Song Luo's book boy in name, but actually he was the shadow guard sent by His Royal Highness Ji Wang to protect him."

"what?"

"Ah for what……"

"I said how could a little school boy know martial arts, so he was a plainclothes bodyguard."

Fang Muan was completely enlightened, with a silly look on his face, Wen Xuan stretched out his hand to scratch his nose in amusement, "You asked, I said, go to sleep."

Fang Muan's curiosity was far from being satisfied, "Why does King Ji put so much effort into protecting Song Luo? You are also his retainer, why didn't he send someone to protect you?"

Wenxuan's eyes were closed, and when he heard this sentence, he had to open them again, "My status and talents are not comparable to Song Luo's. Song Luo's status is very special. Living next to the King of Ji, he is a child prodigy who has never forgotten his photographic memory and is extremely intelligent, so it is understandable that His Highness the King of Ji regards him as the apple of his eye."

King Ji and Song Luo still have this kind of relationship...

Fang Mu'an sighed with crooked eyebrows, "Ji Wang's baby is nothing more than his own jewel, it's too much for him to send someone to the bed of his jewel, and he clearly treats the shadow guard as a wrong person."

Wen Xuan chuckled a few times, "Ji Wang didn't tell you to climb Song Luo's bed, you did it yourself."

"Ah?" Fang Mu'an was struck hard by Tianlei, "Didn't my young master find a book boy's clothes because he broke his sleeve?"

Wen Xuan's bright eyes flashed, and his tone was indescribably joking, "Whoever said that your young master has broken his sleeve, even if he broke it, it was you who broke it forcibly."

What?What kind of twisted plot is this?

"Then he...he was broken by force, why didn't he complain to King Ji?"

"A big man was forcibly broken. If it were you, would you have the face to ask someone else to sue?"

Wen Xuan was right, he was indeed ashamed.

Green smoke was rising from Fang Muan's head, who was he taking the cover of?It turned out that it was not Song Luo who forced Song An, but Song An who forced Song Luo.

No wonder he was so excited that day that he thumped Song Luo's bed, his mind was full of thinking about this and that.

No wonder Song Luo called him a "cunning beast", because there were allusions to it.

Fang Muan's head was going to explode, he felt ashamed for the former owner of this body for a long time, before he figured out what was wrong, he turned around and slapped Wenxuan's arm fiercely.

"Since King Ji didn't know, how did you know?"

Wenxuan groaned when he was photographed, and rubbed his arms pretendingly, "You two have always been secretive, and I didn't know it at first, but once I happened to ruin a good thing, and Song Luo saw that he couldn't hide it from me, so he told me what happened before. Told me everything."

"When was it broken by you?"

"It was the time when Song Luo almost killed you."

"what?"

"Song Luo is indeed a great person to kill you when you are emotional. You were not breathing at first, but after a while, you came back to your soul. I advised Song Luo not to be impulsive, after all...you It's King Ji's man... If he dies, there will inevitably be a storm."

Fang Mu'an finally understood, "You mean, the wound on my head was not caused by bandits, but by that brat Song Luo?"

Wen Xuan chuckled twice, "I've explained the cause and effect to you, go to bed early, and get up early tomorrow."

Seeing Wenxuan yawned and closed his eyes again, Fang Muan didn't know what it was like. If what he did in the past was really what Wenxuan described, how could Mr. Wen dare to understate and just follow his previous life? this life.

Isn't he afraid that he will be unfavorable to Song Luo?

Aren't you afraid of his retaliation?

Judging by Mr. Wen's attitude towards him, he didn't treat him as a cold-blooded killer at all, he was just teasing him as a harmless little pet. It's really a tiger who doesn't show his power, so he was packaged into helloKitty.

Fang Mu'an was inexplicably angry, so Wen Xuan pushed him recklessly, "Go and blow out the lamp."

"Why don't you blow it."

"It's cold, I don't want to move."

"You want to move if you don't want to move?"

"You don't have to go down to the ground. With your skill, the lamp will go out with a wave of your hand."

Fang Muan flicked his finger at the oil lamp suspiciously, and the lamp flower was actually extinguished by him.

Song An's shell... ah!

Fang Muan was stunned for a while, then lay back on the bed silently, tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep, then pushed his arm to wake Wen Xuan up again, "Mr. Sleeping on the same bed, aren't you afraid that I'll get excited and force you too?"

Wen Xuan let out a series of chuckles in the dark, "I wish you could force me, and I'd be done."

What does this mean?

Fang Muan was dumbfounded, a crow flew past in front of his eyes.

Does this person on his bed have any special hobbies?Or because he witnessed a crime committed by a strong man and a self-defense murder, his heart was greatly impacted, his suppressed heart became more and more distorted, and his fear gradually changed, turning into a fantasy about the criminal, which prompted him to make a decision about himself. The feat of taking the initiative to send it to the bed of a scumbag.

Fang Muan was so frightened by his association that he had difficulty breathing.

Wenxuan also added fuel to the fire and emphasized, "Come on, I'll wait for you."