A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

"Song An, why are you on the bed?"

Song Luo's voice trembled.

I'm not in bed where am I?

Could it be that the young master heard the sound and thought it was him being strong against Wenxuan?

The miserable appearance of Guang Guang was displayed in front of people without selling tickets. If Fang Mu'an hadn't been unable to move his hands, he would have covered his face with one hand and his face with the other.

Wen Xuan had a bit of a conscience, so he came over and covered him with the quilt.

Song Luo held the wooden stick and looked at the two of them, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Wenxuan just smiled politely and didn't mean to explain for a long time.

At the end of the stalemate, Fang Muan couldn't bear it any longer, "Master, please work hard, I beg Mr. Wen to untie the acupuncture points on my body."

Song Luo sneered at him condescendingly, "Unexpectedly, Song An, you have today."

Well!Fang Muan wailed in his heart, it was not Song An who had today, but Fang Muan.

Wenxuan did this to Song Luo, and Song Luo got his revenge, so it's no wonder that he lives or dies.

Sure enough, Song Luo threw the wooden stick, patted his sleeves and walked out, and encouraged Wen Xuan who sent him out, "Brother Wen, continue."

Wen Xuan looked at Song Luo's back and smiled, helped up the collapsed door to block the gap, and walked slowly back to the bedside to relieve Fang Mu'an's acupoints.

The silver devil's conscience has been discovered?

Fang Mu'an was free, and quickly put on the torn pieces of underwear and outerwear that could be worn on his body, and ran out with his shoes on.

Wenxuan pulled his hands and pulled him back, "I was drunk tonight, so don't take it to heart."

If Song Luo came one second late, he would have fallen asleep by him. Fortunately, he had the nerve to say lightly, don't take it to heart.

Try the roles reversed!

Fang Mu'an looked at Wenxuan warily, "Mr. Wen, if you can't stand the drunkenness, go to the kitchen to find vinegar, don't be so excited and eat meat from a living person."

Wen Xuanben forced a smile on his face, but his demeanor was ruined by his words, "It's your young master who is jealous."

"what?"

Seeing Fang Muan's stupid look, Wenxuan couldn't help laughing again, patted his head and said "you".

Fang Mu'an jumped all the way, "Mr. Wen will unwind the bar by himself, and I will serve you in the young master's room."

It was too late for Wenxuan to grab him, so Fang Muan ran back to Song Luo's room and shouted at the door, "Master, open the door, I am Song An."

Song Luo was furious, "The door is not locked."

Fang Mu'an pushed the door open and came in, and inserted the door, "Master, from now on, you must lock the door when you sleep at night, otherwise what will you do if you get caught by a thief?"

Song Luo's face turned black from his scolding, "Is Merry happy enough?"

Fang Muan's brows and eyes twitched together, "Thank you, young master, for saving me...otherwise I will lose my innocence."

Song Luo gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I didn't intend to save you, I wish you could taste what it's like to live but not die."

"Yes, yes, the young master wanted to save Mr. Wen, and he saved me by mistake. No matter what, I have to thank the young master."

Song Luo glared at him, dropped the food box on the table and asked, "Did you leave this dumpling for me?"

"The dumplings I made with Mr. Wen selected the good ones and left some for the young master. The New Year's Eve banquet in the general's mansion was lively. The young master ate a lot of good things, right?"

Song Luo snorted softly, and asked instead, "You and Wenxuan...have you ever lived like that before?"

Fang Muan was caught off guard by the question, his face was redder than a rotten tomato, "Young Master Wen drank too much today, that's why he made such an oolong mess."

"An oolong?" Song Luo rolled his eyes to the sky, "You guys really know how to play tricks..."

"It's just a misunderstanding if you don't play tricks."

Song Luo stared at Fang Muan, "Why are you so cowardly now? Have you taken a fancy to Wenxuan?"

Oh my God.

Even if Fang Mu'an jumped into the Yellow River, he still couldn't clear it up, and he didn't know if Song Luo knew about Wenxuan's martial arts skills. This kind of thing would have become more and more complicated as he explained it, so he should just let it go.

"It's almost dawn, young master, let's sleep for a while."

"The clothes on your body are torn like strips, change them, I see them as an eyesore."

Fang Mu'an changed his clothes silently, Song Luo had already gone to bed by himself.

Fang Mu'an cheekily leaned towards the bed, "Master, can you light it in?"

Song Luo glanced at him impatiently, "You still want to sleep on the bed while smelling of alcohol? If you want to sleep, just sleep on the floor."

Fang Mu'an was really wronged, he hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol during the New Year's Eve dinner, the smell of alcohol on his body must have come from Wenxuan.

Fang Mu'an climbed onto the table in misery, and only dared to sneak into the bed when Song Luo was fast asleep.

Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, everyone in the museum was woken up by the sound of rumbling firecrackers.

As soon as Song Luo opened his eyes, he saw Fang Muan's face. He wanted to pat him awake, but he retracted his hand when he reached his face, watching him sigh, get up, put on his clothes and go out.

In order to win the new year, the boss set off two whips and cooked a big pot of porridge for the scholars.

When Wenxuan saw Song Luo going out, he went downstairs to drink porridge with him. The two of them never mentioned what happened last night. They greeted each other and chatted happily.

The students who drank together on New Year's Eve came to congratulate Song Luo one after another, and Song Luo was inexplicably congratulated.

Wenxuan laughed and said, "Song An bought the champion copper coin for you yesterday."

Song Luo couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Wen also believes in this?"

"Brother Hong Yi, don't you believe me?"

"I believe what is well-founded, and what is without evidence is nothing to be trusted."

Wenxuan shook his head, and let out a long sigh pretending to be disappointed, "Your silence is strange, and it's only the first half of your life that you don't speak. Originally, I wanted to go with brother Hongyi to visit Lord Qinglian, who is famous in the capital."

Song Luo's eyes flickered, "The imperial court has a clear rule that students and scholars are not allowed to enter the place of fireworks."

Wenxuan looked at him with a half-smile, "Mr. Qinglian has only done divination for others in the past three years, and many scholars who came to and from the exams came to him to ask about their future. Let's ask for auspicious words during the Lantern Festival. Criticism."

Song Luo still hesitated when he heard this.

Wen Xuan suppressed his smile, and simply pointed out to him, "Brother Hongyi and Lord Qinglian's backgrounds, I have already known."

Song Luo was startled, and hurriedly stood up and handed over to Wenxuan, "Brother Wen is the prince's confidant, how dare I hold back on you."

Wenxuan smiled and helped Song Luo to sit down, "On the [-]th day of the first lunar month, there will be a disaster star appearing in the world, there will probably be some great person who will visit Lord Qinglian, brother Hongyi, really don't want to join in the fun?"

Song Luo clenched his fists tightly, "Brother Wen didn't plan to..."

"How could it be? Now is not the time to act. A country without a master and a host of lords vying for the throne will inevitably lead to chaos. The emperor has just ascended the throne, so wait for him to divide the power of other vassals before making any plans."

Song Luo's face remained calm, but his tone was full of probing, "Is it the prince's intention to let me meet Bai Qing?"

"My lord didn't specifically order Brother Hong Yi to recognize Lord Qinglian, but before I left, my lord told me to visit Lord Qinglian for him. Please tell me."

The two were talking quietly, Fang Muan rubbed his eyes and came downstairs.

Wenxuan waved to him as if nothing had happened, "Xiao Song'an, come and have a bowl of champion porridge."

As soon as Fang Muan saw Wenxuan, goose bumps all over his body, he waved his hands and fled to the backyard.

Wenxuan nodded to Song Luo and followed with a smile.

Fang Mu'an went to the well to wash his face, and when he turned around, he saw Wen Xuan looking at him like a lingering ghost.

Fang Muan was so frightened that he almost stumbled, "Mr. Wen, what are you doing?"

Wenxuan took a step forward, "What can I do under the blue sky?"

Can't do it in the blue sky and the day, but can it be done in the dark and the wind high?

A chill ran down Fang Mu'an's spine, "Mr. Wen, what, I don't blame you for what happened last night, just be normal in the future."

"Normal? Why is it normal?" Wen Xuan snorted softly, and took another step forward, "I managed to pierce the layer of window paper with you. If you want me to pretend to be stupid again, how can I pretend?"

"what?"

What Fang Muan feared most happened...

Wen Xuan didn't treat him impulsively, but premeditated. If this guy is determined not to give up until he achieves his goal, he will suffer.

"Mr. Wen, I'll accompany you to the street later."

"What are you doing on the street?"

"Look for a human trafficker to buy you a book boy."

After hearing this, Wenxuan took three steps straight to Fang Muan, the smile on his face disappeared, "Didn't I tell you clearly last night? I don't want anyone else, but you. You want to escape , To push other people's children into the fire pit, what kind of villain's heart is this?"

Fang Muan shook off the waterfall sweat on his head, "You also said that serving you is jumping into a fire pit, why do you still lick your face and ask me to jump? In order not to be a villain, I have to be a gentleman who takes the initiative to devote himself? What kind of unlucky logic are you doing? ? It's against the law for you to force me like this."

"Breaking the law? I bought you from your young master in a short while, and when you become mine, it's not up to me to deal with it at will."

"Stop doing this, didn't you say that I was the shadow guard of His Royal Highness Ji Wang before? You can do whatever you want?"

Wen Xuan was amused by his unreliable threat, "Only you are His Highness Ji Wang? After all, the three of us are all His Highness's people, and the most insignificant one is you. If I want you with His Highness, it is not a sign." Your contract of sale is a contract of life and death."

If Wenxuan had told him these words before yesterday, he would not have believed it, but after a test on the bed yesterday, Song An's shell was no match for Wenxuan at all, and Mr. Wen even admitted that he was Nan Yu's number one Assassin, with such an identity, he must have more weight with King Ji than Song An, a small shadow guard.

Fang Muan blinked his eyes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "In short, don't try to force me to submit, I won't do anything to men even if I die."

At worst, I won't do any points, and I'll admit it.

Wen Xuan's expression collapsed a little bit, he looked straight at Fang Mu'an for a while, then turned and left silently.

Those sad little eyes seemed familiar no matter how you looked at them.

Fang Muan actually felt a little guilty after being watched by him.