A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Muan's face became hot when Wenxuan looked at him. He knew that he shouldn't be sensational, but he still couldn't control his mouth, "I used to think that the dim lights were just an artistic conception. Now that I saw it with my own eyes, I realized that the scene described in the poem is really beautiful. How should I say it?" What about antique?"

Wen Xuan smiled softly, "Who is standing in the dimly lit place?"

Fang Muan was taken aback by the question, "Huh?"

"Ah what? It's clearly 'that person is in a dimly lit place'."

"Oh... no one."

"Who do you want to stand?"

"Beauty."

Fang Muan made a wish without shame, but Wen Xuan pulled his ears with a smile, "Your wish may not come true."

"If it can't be realized, it can't be realized."

Fang Mu'an also knew that the chance of having an affair this time was slim, so he simply gave up on himself when he was hit.

Wenxuan looked at him silently for a while, then sighed deeply, "The artistic conception of this poem is not in 'Looking for him in the crowd', nor in 'A place with dim lights', but in 'Looking back suddenly', but many people can't understand it. .”

Fang Muan was confused, "Huh?"

Wenxuan was dumbfounded by the ah, "What else can you say besides talking, let's go, go back."

After the two of them took a few steps, it started to rain, and the raindrops fell and turned into snowflakes, floating down one by one, with a slight stickiness.

Fang Muan used to think that rain was troublesome, but now he just looked around to see if there was anyone selling umbrellas on the street.

Wenxuan also stopped, reaching out to catch the melting snowflakes, the tenderness in his eyes accumulated more and more, overflowing.

So when Fang Muan turned his head and said to Wenxuan, "There are umbrellas for sale over there", he was attacked unexpectedly.

Wen Xuan pulled Fang Mu'an into his arms and kissed him gently on the lips.

Wenxuan's lips were cold and trembling slightly, Fang Muan didn't react for a long time, until Wenxuan's movements changed from gentle and pure at the beginning to aggressive, he recovered from the surprise and struggled hard.

People all over the street stared at him with wide eyes. Wenxuan didn't feel ashamed, but Fang Muan couldn't bear it.

Wen Xuan was pushed and staggered, and after he stood still, he was stunned for a while before thinking of chasing him.

The two chased the other and ran away in the busy city of Wenjing, bumping into countless common people who were thrown off their feet, and those who didn't know thought Fang Mu'an had stolen Wenxuan's wallet.

In the end, there was still a righteous man who stood up and stopped Fang Muan, tripped him and kicked him twice, "Rat thief, where are you going!"

Wenxuan caught up to see this scene, couldn't help but chuckled, thanked the strong man who helped catch the thief, walked up to Fang Muan and extended his hand to him.

Fang Muan turned a blind eye to Wenxuan's hand, snorted softly and got up by himself.

The snow water that just rolled all over was really embarrassing to death.

Wenxuan stepped forward to help Fang Muan wipe the muddy water marks on his body, and still teased him, "You deserve to be wrestled, who made you run around?"

Fang Mu'an's veins burst out of anger, "I was pointed at by so many people just now, I don't have the face to stay where I am. I didn't mean you, what kind of hooligan are you playing on the street?"

Wenxuan simply didn't hold back anymore, "Life is too short, play hooligans as many times as you can."

Mr. Wen, is this a broken jar?

Fang Muan didn't know what to say.

Wen Xuan looked at his dumbfounded look and chuckled, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, stole the fish and ran away, and turned around and yelled something like "Chasing me instead".

The righteous man who helped catch the thief just now had his eyes popped out.

Fang Muan caught up with Wen Xuan, and slapped him hard on the back, "You're crazy!"

Wen Xuan gasped while laughing, straightened up after panting enough, and pulled Fang Muan, who was bearded and staring, to Huajie, and said softly, "I'm not just crazy."

Fang Muan's heart was flustered by his words, his whole body was hot and limp, and he didn't even have the strength to withdraw his hands. After being dragged for a few steps, he couldn't help complaining, "It's fine if you go crazy yourself, and you're going to make me go too fast." Crazy."

Wen Xuan turned his head away from Fang Mu'an, with a sad expression on his face.

Fang Mu'an's heart suddenly became astringent, and Kang Shinian would often leave him with such a side face when he was in pain. Every time he just looked at it, he would lose his helmet and take off his armor in sadness.

When the two returned to Nanfeng Pavilion, Song Luo and Qinglian Jun had been waiting for a long time.

Lord Qinglian personally sent Song Luo out of the door, held up an umbrella for him, and told him to pay attention to his health.

The two were reluctant to leave, both of them looked sad.

Fang Mu'an was even more convinced that Lord Qinglian was the male lead.

The snow fell more and more heavily, and there were fewer people on the street. The stalls in the downtown area were gradually closed, and the three of them walked slowly on the street. Fang Muan, as a dedicated bookboy, followed behind to hold umbrellas for Song Luo and Wenxuan.

Just looking at their backs, these two people look like a painting.

Wenxuan looked back at Fang Muan from time to time, just smiled at him and didn't speak. Fang Muan either looked at the sky or his feet, and avoided whenever he could.

Wenxuan teased Fang Muan several times to no avail, so he could only calm down and ask Song Luo, "Is it the emperor who followed the teacher to visit Lord Qinglian just now?"

Song Luo nodded silently.

Wenxuan regretted that he should not have followed Fang Muan out impulsively. What he missed tonight may have irreversible consequences in the future.

"Your majesty met Lord Qinglian to ask him to divination celestial phenomena?"

Song Luo still just nodded.

Wenxuan was a little depressed, and he sighed after a long while, "I haven't done what my lord entrusted to me today, and I'm afraid I will pay another visit in the future."

Only then did Song Luo speak, "I asked Brother Furen to calculate what brother Wen wanted to ask, and he only calculated one west, one mountain, and one road. If my guess is correct, Mr. Meng is probably in Xilin Practice in the mountains of Shuzhou."

Wenxuan said "Oh?", "Only based on the three words Xi, Shan, Dao, are you so sure?"

Song Luo frowned and shook his head, "I'm also guessing wildly. The prince has been looking for Mr. Meng all these years but has found nothing, so he must not be in Nanyu anymore."

Out of nowhere, another teacher Meng appeared.

Fang Mu'an couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about at all, and he didn't have much motivation to find out.

After Song Luo and Wenxuan finished these few sentences, they didn't say any more, and the three of them went back to the school in silence.

It was already this hour, and there were still a dozen or so students who were awake, sitting at a table drinking and ordering. When everyone saw Song Luo and Wen Xuan coming back, they forced them to have a few more drinks.

Song Luo Wenxuan couldn't refuse, went back to his room and changed his clothes, went downstairs to have fun with the crowd, some students drank a few too many cups during the dinner, their brains got hot and they teased Song Luo, "Everyone said that the number one scholar in Jinke is none other than Brother Song , but I don’t know if Brother Song is really high school, whose family’s official is he?”

Wen Xuan stood up with a smile, and walked over to pour a glass of wine for the scholar who asked the question, "Brother Huang drank too much."

Regardless of Wenxuan's rescue, Song Luo faced the difficulties with a smile, "I don't understand what Brother Huang said."

"Brother Song is the number one talented person in Jizhou. Relying on His Royal Highness Ji's kindness and courtesy for many years, I am deeply grateful to His Royal Highness Ji, more than I am grateful for the mighty kindness of the emperor."

During the dinner, several other students reminded Huang Sheng that his words were too straightforward.

Song Luo didn't care, "Is there any king in the world, the king of Ji is also my subject of Nan Yu, the emperor's subject, I am grateful for the kindness of the king of Ji, and I am grateful for the kindness of the emperor."

Song Luo's answer was quite satisfactory, but it was hard to find anything.

Ten years ago, the princes were vying for the heir apparent, and the capital was stained with blood. Although the people of the world dare not speak, they may not think about it.Since the new emperor ascended the throne, there have been frequent rumors that King Ji is about to move.

Wen Xuan coughed lightly, "It's getting late, everyone should leave."

Huang Sheng was not forgiving, "If there is a change in the future, will brother Song be the loyal emperor or the loyal king?"

Everyone at the table was too scared to speak, and Wen Xuan's face was sullen, "Brother Huang slipped his words after drinking, or is he implying that King Ji intends to rebel?"

The word "rebellion" is a huge taboo, and everyone at the table couldn't help gasping.

Song Luo drank a glass by himself, and replied without raising his eyelids, "What is loyalty? Doing your best to do what you want and serving your duties is called loyalty. If Song is lucky enough to live in a temple in the future, he must be loyal to his duties and do his best to serve you well." Serve the public."

Wen Xuan looked straight at Song Luo. Although every sentence he replied to Huang Sheng was perfunctory, there was a deep meaning hidden in every sentence. It didn't seem like he was responding to someone's unreasonable trouble, but it seemed to be meant for him.

The scholars who were still clear-headed scattered them all, and helped the drunken ones back to their rooms.

Song Luoli went upstairs with his clothes, and gave Wenxuan a meaningful look before entering the door.

Fang Muan also followed in, but Wen Xuan said behind him, "I want to borrow you to warm the bed."

The little hooligan eyes appeared again, and Fang Mu'an had goosebumps all over his body. This man dared to drag him to do things that are not suitable for children in the street, and he might be so crazy if he was taken into the house.

Song Luo had already walked into the door, but when he heard Wen Xuan's words, he walked out again, looked at Wen Xuan who looked expectant, and then at Fang Mu'an, who had slanted eyebrows and crooked eyes, just as he was about to speak, Fang Muan grabbed him Push into the room.

Fang Mu'an then followed in, and barged in the door with lightning speed, "Mr. Wen, go to bed early, don't stay up late and ruin your body."

Song Luo shook his head and smiled, Gu Zi undressed and washed his face.

Fang Muan listened for a while at the door, Wen Xuan seemed to be still standing outside.

After Song Luo finished washing, he ignored Fang Muan, turned off the lights in the room, and went to bed.

Wenxuan felt hopeless, so he slowly returned to his room.

Fang Mu'an walked to the bed in the dark, roughly took off his coat and crawled into bed.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, but Fang Muan knew that Song Luo was not asleep, "Master, is the Mr. Bai you met today your sweetheart?"

Song Luo was unable to complain when he was asked, originally he didn't want to talk to him, but in a fit of anger, he asked back, "Your eyes are stained with ink, but you slander the world. Why do you think this is the relationship between men?"