A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Once the winter is over, there will be an exam. After the nine-day exam, Song Luo fell seriously ill. At first, it was just a common cold, but after a few days, it became more and more critical.

Wenxuan invited all the famous doctors that Wenjing City could invite, and took a lot of medicine, but Song Luo's condition did not improve.

Fang Mu'an was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. The young master's physical fitness was too poor. He was caught off guard by the sudden onslaught of illnesses. He ate less and less food, drank more and more medicine, and had a high fever. Reading and looking at this book, he doesn't care whoever talks to him.

Fang Mu'an didn't dare to sleep too much at night, for fear that Song Luo would pass by without anyone knowing, and he had to hear him cough a few times to feel at ease, and got up several times a night to help him tuck him in for Tang Po.

Song Luo's illness also alarmed all relatives and friends in Wenjing City. Mr. Han Ze came to visit once in casual clothes, and Mrs. Duan also sent people to take care of her from time to time. On March [-]rd, everyone in Wenjing went out for an outing. He invited a young man in his twenties to visit Song Luo especially.

In order not to attract attention, Mr. Qinglian wore very low-key clothes, but the young man beside him was dressed in splendid clothes, dressed like rich sons.

Wenxuan invited the two of them to drink tea downstairs, Qinglian Jun pointed to a friend beside him and smiled at Wenxuan, "This one is the third son of Master Yuan's family. He has studied medicine since he was a child, and he has studied folk remedies and miscellaneous arts. I specially invited him to show Hongyi a look."

Wenxuan looked up and down the third son Yuan, and saw that he was also dressed as a Confucian scholar, so he saluted him, "In Wenxuan."

The third son of Yuan hurriedly returned a salute, "I have admired you for a long time, and I will give you my letter to Yuan."

"Brother Yuan is also in school?"

A slightly ashamed look appeared on Yuan Xin's face, "I'm not good at studying, my father donated a prison student for me, and now I'm studying in the Imperial College."

Wenxuan nodded, glanced at Lord Qinglian with a smile, and led the two of them upstairs.

Song Luo was bedridden a few days ago, and in order to meet the guests, he even washed his face and changed his clothes.

Lord Qinglian was dumbfounded when she saw Song Luo's sickness, "When I received Mr. Wen's letter, I thought you were just suffering from common cold. How could you be so weak after just one exam?"

Song Luo bowed his head to Lord Qinglian as a salute, "Brother Furen."

Lord Qinglian took Yuan Xin to Song Luo's bed, "This one is the third son of the general merchant Mr. Yuan's family. He is quite skilled in medicine. I invite you to take a look."

Yuan Xin frowned when he saw Song Luo, and then sighed again after seeing Song Luo, "Brother Song has encountered some troubles recently, or is there a knot in his heart that cannot be solved?"

Wenxuan sneered at the side, "The doctors I've seen these days all say the same things, they have taken medicine and soup, and if he doesn't learn to relieve himself, we others can't do anything about it."

Lord Qinglian felt sad for a while, looked at Song Luo and didn't speak, Song Luo looked back at him sadly, the two looked at each other for a long while, and both let out a long sigh.

Fang Mu'an was an onlooker who knew that the interaction between Song Luo and Bai Qing was not like lovers who were beaten with clubs, and their entanglement probably had nothing to do with their children's love.

What is it that makes you so bored to the point of dying?

Lord Qinglian turned her head and asked Yuan Xin, "With his illness, what good idea does the Third Young Master have?"

"The weather is getting warmer day by day. Brother Song should go out for a walk more to relax, or get drunk and talk with second or third confidantes. Maybe his heart will be more open."

Is this a proposal to use social therapy for depression?

Fang Mu'an felt that what Yuan Xin said was quite reasonable.

Yuan Xin looked at Lord Qinglian, then at Song Luo, and said softly, "Of course...a heart disease requires a heart medicine doctor, and the person who tied the bell needs to be untied..."

Lord Qinglian glanced at Wenxuan who was sitting with her at the table, and sighed, "The heart medicine is far away in the sky, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get it for a while."

Fang Muan was confused, these people seemed to be speaking a foreign language, and he couldn't understand a word from the beginning.

Wenxuan smiled at Fang Muan, told him to go out to prepare tea, and then invited Yuan Xin out for a chat.

Only Song Luo and Lord Qinglian were left in the room, and they were alone for half an hour. When Lord Qinglian went out, there were faint tears in his eyes.

Wen Xuan had already guessed eight points in his heart, but he didn't say anything, so he sent the guest away.

Fang Mu'an went back to the room to check on Song Luo. Song Luo just looked tired, not like he had been crying.

"Master, do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, what should I eat?"

I still have the strength to answer, and my spirit is fine.

Fang Mu'an cautiously moved to the bedside, "Master, everyone is out for an outing today, Mr. Wen and I will accompany you out for a walk?"

Song Luo looked neither happy nor sad, looked at Fang Muan and hummed softly, "Song An, why do you care so much about my life?"

Nonsense, dare not care?The points are all up to you old man, please, Jinbang High School, be blessed and live long, become a generation of virtuous ministers, and be with the one you love forever.

Fang Mu'an helped Song Luo out of bed, found him a cloak to wear, and Song Luo obediently let him fiddle with it, and was led out of the room all the way.

Wen Xuan was originally sitting in the lobby drinking tea, when he saw Song Luo and Fang Muan coming downstairs, he hurriedly got up to meet him, "Brother Song is still sick and going out?"

Fang Mu'an glanced at Wenxuan, "Mr. Yuan is right, the young master has been bored in the room these days, he should go out for a walk. Mr. Wen also wears a coat and goes shopping with us."

Wen Xuan stood at the top of the stairs and thought for a while, "I won't go, you guys go."

What is this routine?

Song Luo was also a little surprised, saluted Wenxuan, and took Fang Muan out.

The two of them walked two streets, Fang Mu'an was dumbfounded, "Master, where do you want to go?"

Song Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You dragged me out without knowing where to go, so what shall we do?"

"Going out of town? How about hiring a boat for a river cruise?"

Song Luo was lazy, with a listless look, "You decide."

The two followed the crowd aimlessly, Fang Muan turned his head to look at Song Luo from time to time, hesitated for a long time before asking, "Master, why are you so depressed?"

Song Luo didn't look at him, "I know that I will regret it, but I have to do some things. In life, some entanglements are inevitable, just like when I killed you.

When he said this, his tone was gloomy, and Fang Muan's spine felt chills when he said it, "Master, you still want to kill me, don't you?"

"If I still wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago, why wait until now."

After Song Luo said this, he even laughed, "It's fine now, you don't remember anything, it's quite interesting to act like a fool every day."

Fang Mu'an broke into a cold sweat from the ridicule, "Master, you and Mr. Wen are muttering every day, but I am kept in the dark about everything. You find it funny, but I don't. I feel aggrieved."

Song Luo smiled and glanced at Fang Muan, her small black eyes were indescribably beautiful, "It's rare to be confused, the less you know about some things, the better."

Fang Mu'an looked up to the sky and sighed, "If I don't bring such a thing, I'm still a shadow guard. I've been with you for so long and still don't know anything about you. It's so disrespectful."

Song Luo was amused by him, "What nonsense are you talking about... If you want to know anything, just ask, and I will tell you what I can tell you."

Fang Mu'an wanted to ask a lot.

What happened to King Ji and the emperor?

Who is Qinglian-jun?

Wenxuan said that he was Nan Yu's number one assassin, so why did he take the exam to seek fame?

Has Song Luo missed the stage? Who is it?

After he came, he heard a lot of rumors. Although everyone had a gossip heart, they dared not say more about King Ji because of taboos.

Song Luo said that he and Bai Gongzi's family are family friends, but they are both in their teens. Song Luo has not been out of Jizhou in these years, and his friendship with Bai Qing can only be identified as Fa Xiao.

Fang Muan was about to ask a question when he was attracted by the commotion ahead.

A group of people in front of the Yuelao Temple were chattering, and a dressed-up servant was dragging a dilapidated scholar, yelling that the scholar had stolen his son's things.

In the crowd, there were some who said to go to the government, and some who persuaded him to release him, but the young man who lost his things just stood aside with arms folded.

Song Luo didn't want to join in the fun at first, but he happened to see the boy pulling the stolen goods handed over by the scholar, a pair of unicorn jade pendants in the world.

"Song An, restrain the scholar, take back the jade pendant in his hand and give it to the original owner."

Fang Muan was still out of the situation, "Master, how do you know that little sissy is the original owner."

"Don't talk nonsense, go quickly."

Fang Muan could only follow the instructions, and the scholar who had taken away the jade pendant screamed and screamed, Song Luo stepped forward and smiled at the scholar, "Looking at the way you dress, you don't look like a habitual criminal who steals for a living. If you twist it to the government, the one who suffers is You, I have two taels of silver here, you can spend it first."

Fang Mu'an watched helplessly as the man ran away with the money, "Master, are you so kind to a thief?"

Song Luo sighed, "If it wasn't so poor that I couldn't afford to eat, I wouldn't be so desperate..."

Before Song Luo finished speaking, Fang Mu'an was slapped behind him, and the one who slapped him was the sissy boy's follower.

"Brother, can the jade pendant be returned to its original owner?"

This arrogant attitude is also drunk.

Fang Mu'an glanced at Song Luo, and waited for Song Luo's consent before he handed the jade pendant to the boy.

The owner of the sissy cannon nodded to Song Luo as a thank you, Song Luo bowed to him in a full-fledged manner, and walked away quickly with Fang Mu'an.

It was only after walking out of the crowd that Fang Mu'an dared to ask, "Why is the young master so respectful to others?"

"That's the emperor's younger sister, Princess Minde."

"how do you know?"

"The unicorn jade pendant that was stolen from her, my foster brother Duan Hong has the exact same one."

No wonder the young master and his servant looked so rouge, they turned out to be two women who sneaked out of the palace probably to celebrate Valentine's Day.

"Young Master, if the emperor asks you to marry the princess when you are named on the gold list in the future, will you marry her?"

Song Luo obviously didn't expect Fang Muan to ask such a question, and replied with a sneer, "Min De is the only princess in the royal family to marry, and she promised to General Duan Hong early in the morning, so it's my turn."

No matter how he heard the tone, he was quite unwilling to lose his turn.