A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

The winter in Wenjing was damp and cold, and the two Juren masters from Jizhou suffered from the cold.It took three or two days to recover from the wind and cold, and the next rain caused rheumatism.Charcoal is burned in the house every day, and smoke has to be collected. Thanks to the Jizhou Guild Hall, Master Han Ze and Mrs. Duan have sent people to deliver the winter necessities many times.

Song Luo never left his body with the hand stove every day, it was frozen and dried, his little paws had cracked sores, and he had to apply snake oil ointment from time to time, and even reading books was uncomfortable under the combination of illnesses; Tossing Fang Mu'an rubbed his legs and beat his knees, and kicked him awake in the middle of the night to make him cover his feet.

Mr. Wen is gradually more difficult to serve than Young Master Song. Young Master Song hugs Mrs. Tang to keep warm at night, and Mr. Wen hugs a living person to keep warm. The colder the weather, the more he hugs him, and the later he wakes up early; Sleeping like conjoined twins, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something tricky about them.

Not only did Song An seem to be a different person, but Wen Xuan was also different from before.

But the two of them sleeping together seemed to be much warmer than him alone.

The New Year's Eve is approaching, the battle in the border towns is tense, General Duan is trapped in Jizhou and cannot return, the old lady invites Song Luo to her house for the New Year; Wen Xuan and Fang Mu'an are embarrassed to follow, so they buy the ingredients themselves and prepare the New Year's Eve dinner in the restaurant.

The guys and cooks in the restaurant have all gone home, and the guests who live in the restaurant have to do it themselves for the New Year's Eve dinner.

The gentleman is away from the kitchen, but Wen Xuan doesn't seem to care, and rolls up his sleeves to make dumplings with Fang Mu'an.

Fang Muan's skills were bad enough, but Wenxuan's craftsmanship was even worse. Fang Muan wanted to laugh when he saw the strangely shaped dumplings he made.

In the winter solstice of the third year of junior high school, Kang Shinian brought him home-made dumplings, some of which looked ridiculous were made by the little turtle himself, and Kang Shinian forced him to eat them in front of him. go down.

Thinking of the past, Fang Mu'an couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, Wen Xuan saw his grin and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I thought of a friend."

"Did you think of something good?"

Fang Muan sighed, "There are good things, and there are bad things."

The time when the grown-up Kang Shinian made dumplings for him with his own hands, that kid was kicked out of his family because of Yun Chen, and the three of them had a miserable New Year's Eve together. The memory of that New Year's Eve is really not good.

How should I put it, just thinking about it makes me feel inexplicably sad.

I don't know where that guy Kang Shinian was reincarnated to.I just hope that he will stop liking boys in his next life, otherwise it will be another lifetime of ups and downs.

Wen Xuan watched helplessly as the smile on Fang Muan's face disappeared, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Fang Muan sniffled, turned around and put the wrapped dumplings into the pot first.

After a big pot of dumplings was cooked, Wenxuan cooked a few more messy dishes, and invited the students from the same hall to have dinner together. Everyone prepared wine, roast duck, dim sum, and There are lo mei prepared, hot and cold dishes are all prepared, and a copper pot is set up for the hot pot.

Fang Muan's inferior level can only be squeezed at the same table with other schoolboys. Wenxuan turns his head to look at him from time to time, peeking at him grabbing food from a group of children.

The scholars were drunk, and many auspicious words were said on the wine table to congratulate the senior high school, but Fang Muan ate the only dumpling wrapped in copper coins.

The copper coins were put by Wenxuan, and after they were wrapped, they made a special mark on the dumplings. Fang Muan laughed at him for being crazy about winning the first prize, so he secretly put the copper coins dumplings into his own bowl when serving the dumplings, waiting for those juren gentlemen When everyone was full, he ate the copper coins slowly.

There was an uproar at the same table, and wailing at the next table. A superstitious person shook his sleeves and sighed, "The book boy can still eat copper coins when there is no one around. Brother Song is the number one scholar in Jinke."

Others also rushed to make a conclusion, but Wenxuan, who didn't regret being pranked at all, just shook his head and laughed.

After eating wine, the wine order was enforced, the New Year's Eve was observed, fireworks were set off, and a group of old men just broke up when they were playing ugly with their words and ink.

Wen Xuan drank too much wine, his face was as red as if it had been roasted by fire, and he leaned on Fang Mu'an to help him.

Fang Mu'an sent Wenxuan back to the house with his bound feet and soft feet, boiled hot water to wipe his face and feet, and helped him change his clothes and stuff them under the bed.

Wenxuan stared blankly at Fang Mu'an's hurrying back and forth, and mumbled, "It stands to reason that you don't have to serve me, so why do you have to do this?"

Fang Mu'an added a few pieces of charcoal to the stove, took off his shoes and went to bed, "Young Master Wen, don't get cheap and act like a good boy, light it in, I'm going to sleep to death."

Wen Xuan didn't move, "Don't you feel uncomfortable sleeping with me?"

Fang Mu'an was taken aback by the question, "I said Mr. Wen, we've been sleeping for the past few days, and it's not too late for you to set up the archway now?"

Wen Xuan was amused by Fang Muan, Fang Muan didn't care whether he wanted to or not, flicked off the lights and squeezed into bed and got ready to sleep.

In the darkness, Wen Xuan's body leaned against Shang Mu'an bit by bit, put his arms around his waist, and breathed on the back of his neck with his lips.

Fang Mu'an could smell the alcohol on his breath, which sprayed hotly on the back of his neck.

Wenxuan's voice was also more ambiguous than usual, "Xiao Song'an, you have served your young master so many times, how about serving me once today?"

Fang Muan had goosebumps all over his body, "Mr. Wen, are you out of your mind? You don't know how I served my young master before. Are you sure you want me to serve you like I served him?"

Wenxuan was speechless for a long time after being squeezed out, Fang Muan thought he had given up, but the guy said shamelessly, "I'm so weak, it's not suitable for me below, your martial arts are so strong, it's more difficult to bear it." It won't get hurt, it's best if I'm on top and you're on the bottom, of course, if you insist on not changing positions, I can barely accommodate you..."

The saying that wine is a sex matchmaker is true, Fang Muan didn't know what to say, Wenxuan's super high body temperature teased him, and his hands gradually became dishonest.

"Mr. Wen, since you are so good at this, why don't you spend money to buy a bookboy yourself."

"I don't want anyone else, but you."

Did it hit the south wall or something.

Fang Mu'an shook off his black hair, and asked in confusion, "What, the time you bumped into me and my young master, did I really act so brave?"

Wen Xuan was taken aback by his question, "Huh?"

"Otherwise, how could you have such an attachment to me?"

"Oh, maybe." Wen Xuan said vaguely and perfunctorily, slipping his hand into Fang Mu'an's underwear.

It is Wenxuan's usual routine to move hands and feet while talking. Fang Mu'an can't tolerate him making a fuss. He crawled out of the bed desperately, went to the washbasin, washed the towel with cold water, and returned to the bed with brute force. Wipe Wenxuan's face.

Wen Xuan was so excited by the cold water, half of his enthusiasm was extinguished.

If Fang Mu'an just stopped here, maybe the effect would be the best, but he took off Wenxuan's shirt in a superfluous way, and wiped his chest with a cold towel.

Wenxuan's supernatural power exploded after being wiped, and he snatched the wet wipe from Fang Muan's hand and threw it on the ground, turning over and pressing him under him.

Fang Mu's safety line was defeated, so he figured out something was wrong. Isn't Song An's shell high in martial arts? How could he let a frail scholar gain the upper hand?

Chaotic Wenxuan had already aimed to take off his clothes, Fang Mu'an was completely aware of the crisis, and resorted to force to solve it.

result……

As a result, he was beaten with teeth all over the place.

When Fang Muan was stripped naked, he couldn't even turn his head. When he punched just now, he obviously still had five points of strength left. He didn't expect Wenxuan to defuse him easily. The acupoints all over his body were blocked.

This bastard knows martial arts!

Not only is he good at martial arts, but he is also a master of martial arts.

Fortunately, he has been pretending to act for so many days.

Nothing!

Fang Mu'an cursed angrily, "You liar, let me go..."

After choking, his mouth was tightly gagged.

Wen Xuan murmured a few words between the two of them kissing, "Nan Yu's number one assassin, do you think I was chosen for nothing?"

Fang Muan's mind was buzzing when he heard this.

Wen Xuan straightened his face and kissed his lips, with a firm posture that could not be refused.

Fang Muan's scalp was numb from being kissed. It had been several months since he had been in such close contact with a person. The last person he kissed was also the last one in his previous life, and it was Kang Shinian.

Fang Mu'an's mind was in a mess, but Wen Xuan's kiss became more and more gentle, with endless tossing and turning.

Seeing that Wenxuan had kissed enough and was about to push forward, Fang Muan yelled anxiously, "Wait a minute."

"Wait for what?"

"You lied just now and said that you are weak, but it turns out that you are not weak at all. Your martial arts are better than mine, so you should be less likely to be injured if you bear it below."

Wenxuan hehehehehe, "It's late, just now I asked you to choose whether you choose, now it's up to you."

Fang Mu'an felt that the situation was over, and screamed in infinite grief.

At the very moment, the door of the room was slammed open; there was still an unlucky latch hanging on the removed door, and Song Luo was holding a wooden stick outside the door.

Song Luo rushed to the bed in the dark and started beating, and asked in a low voice while beating, "Brother Wen, are you okay?"

Fang Mu'an was stunned, his young master almost beat up Mr. Wen, and asked "Brother Wen, are you alright" while beating him.

What kind of bad taste is this.

Wenxuan didn't react at first, and after being hit a few times, he passed Song Luo and fell to the ground, quickly put on a robe and lit the lamp.

Song Luo looked at the bed, and then at the underside of the bed, his expression became terrified on the spot.