A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

"So, do you want to fuck Fang Muan or Amu?"

Wen Xuan was taken aback by Fang Muan's question, and it took him a long time to ask back, "What do you think?"

Wenxuan's hesitation caught Fang Muan's heart, "If you want to go up to Mu'an, but you are touching Amu, if you are hard on Amu, you will be sorry to Fang Muan."

Wenxuan was dumbfounded by Fang Muan's theory, "I don't dislike using a dead man's shell, but you are still talking about it. The thing I regret most in my previous life is having a gentleman's friendship with you."

"I'm a straight man, please, what do you want if you don't make friends with me? Sleep a few more times and make me sleepy?"

Wenxuan was a little discouraged. He actually didn't want to discuss love with Fang Mu'an so early on. The experience he summed up in his previous life was that even if there is a result in arguing about many things, it is better to create a result by doing it.

"The only time we had before, how did you feel?"

"What else, it hurts."

In fact, apart from the physical feelings, the inner feelings made him even more unbearable.

During the whole process, Kang Shinian was in despair. He never wanted to feel the little turtle's sorrow of wanting to die again in his whole life.

The two talked about sensitive topics, and the atmosphere became tense.

Fang Muan is indeed a master at throwing cold water on him.

Wen Xuan let out a long sigh, silently loosened the hand supporting his waist, and lay down on the bed as if giving up.

Fang Muan rolled over from him silently, sat on the bed and pulled up his clothes, "What, you go back to your room, I want to sleep."

Wenxuan didn't respond either, just as silently as if he died, but his limbs were spread wide and he occupied a large area of ​​the bed.

Fang Muan just pretended that he was silently protesting, and secretly endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help kicking him, "Hey, what am I talking to you? Get out of here, I want to sleep."

Wenxuan took a deep breath, and asked quietly, "If it's a girl who throws herself into your arms today, would you like it?"

Fang Muan was speechless.

If Kang Shinian had been a woman, he would have taken her down a long time ago. Maybe the two of them would have a puppy love in junior high school, a long-distance relationship in high school, work hard to go to a school in college, get married after graduation, or make a relationship while studying. children play.

But Kang Shinian was not a woman, and all the assumptions were invalidated.

Fang Mu'an felt a little annoyed when he thought of this, and kicked Kang Shinian's foot with all his strength, "When you were choosing your identity, why didn't you choose a woman?"

Wenxuan chuckled twice, "You think I haven't thought about it? The only girl I can choose is Liancheng. She is dumb and disfigured. She can't even leave the door of Prince Ji's mansion. With your usual temperament of the Association of Appearance, It is estimated that they will hide far away."

He forgot even if he didn't mention Liancheng.

"Is Liancheng a woman?"

"Yes."

It's good if it's a girl, Kang Shinian has already been completely bent, even with Wenxuan's previous history, he won't hook up with Liancheng.

Fang Muan sniffled, "You wouldn't choose the princess' maid."

Wenxuan became angry when he heard this, and Xiao Zhutou really couldn't forget that girl.

Fang Muan originally prepared a long story, saying that if he chooses the shell of a little palace lady, he will marry him and let him have a child, but before he can say a word, Wen Xuan turned over and got out of bed angrily. .

After he reacted, a gust of evil wind blew through the wide open window.

The damn little turtle digs a hole and doesn't care to bury it, and doesn't close the window when he leaves.

Fang Muan's head hurt from the cold wind, so he had to get out of bed to close the window.

Fang Mu'an woke up early the next day with a stuffy nose, probably because of the cold wind he blew last night, he scolded Wen Xuan in his heart, got dressed and went to knock on Duan Hong's door.

Wen Xuan and Duan Hong got up early and waited in the room. When they saw Fang Mu'an's attire, their expressions were a little unnatural.

Wen Xuan was obviously still in the stage of cold war with him, he turned his eyes to look elsewhere after a few glances, but Duan Hong spoke first, "Amu, should you change your clothes first?"

what?

After finally getting a set of clothes that made him look suave, why change?

Duan Hong coughed lightly, "Have you forgotten your identity?"

Fang Mu'an rolled his eyes, "What is your identity? An actor? An actor can't wear good clothes? I can't go in a costume, right?"

Wen Xuan was so teased that he burst into a smile, but still didn't look at him.

Duan Hong was also a little speechless, "Stop talking nonsense, change quickly."

Wen Xuan gave him one of the clothes he had bought earlier, and Fang Muan shook it off and compared it to his body, the black threads all over his head fluttered off.

If he wears this one out of his wits, he will be declaring to the world that I am a fake mother.

Fang Mu'an wiped the cold sweat off his brow, "What, General, are you sure that if I wear this dress to find the old lady, she will follow me?"

Duan Hong also felt that this dress was a bit too much, "Why don't you still wear the cloth clothes you bought at the farm."

Wen Xuan didn't speak at the side, only hummed softly, Fang Mu'an vaguely felt that there was something deep in his humming, after thinking about it, he went back to his room and put on the water-colored fake girl's dress.

The clothes are really neither fish nor fowl, Duan Hong looked straight at him, "Amu...do you really want to go out like this?"

Wenxuan looked at the sky with both eyes, and it was very hard to hold back a smile.

Fang Muan coughed lightly, "Forget it, forget it, there is no turning back when you shoot the bow, so that's it."

Wenxuan handed the silver ticket and the gold leaf to Fang Muan, "You go to Yuanji Temple first, Brother Duan and I changed clothes, we will go later."

Fang Muan went to the street so conspicuously, hired a sedan chair at the corner, walked around the city a few times, and then asked the bearer to carry him to the gate of Yuanji Temple.

The door of the temple was wide open, the incense was flourishing, and there were layers of Buddhist halls in front of it. Fang Muan followed the flow of people into the temple, worshiped the main hall, and found a monk to stop him and asked which courtyard the resident benefactors were in.

He worshiped Buddha devoutly, and gave alms not less than oil money. The monk naturally had a pleasant face and took him all the way to the backyard.

Next door to the meditation room is the big room, the monk pointed to the big room, Fang Muan lifted the curtain and went in, almost choking on the smell inside.

Is this still where people live?

In the room lay a few elderly people who were dying, all of them with sick faces; there was a pile of bedding in the corner, probably left by the tour buskers who went out to earn money during the day; the only old lady who looked healthy was sitting Next to her on a broken chair, a young man in his twenties was talking to her in a deadpan voice.

Although the young man was dressed plainly, every time he raised his hand and stomped his feet, he seemed to be trying to show off, and his voice was soft, eh, like being coquettish.

Fang Mu'an guessed that the old lady was Mrs. Duan, but who was the young man who pulled her.

"Are you following me or not?"

Old Madam Duan patted the young man's dog's paw, but ignored him.

Fang Mu'an couldn't see it anymore, he rushed forward and bowed to the old man, "Your Majesty is Mrs. Duan?"

The old lady raised her head and looked at Fang Mu'an, with complicated emotions in her eyes, but her voice sounded like a normal person, why did she get so angry just by looking at her clothes.

The young man gave Fang Muan a sideways look, "What do you do?"

Fang Muan was not to be outdone, "What are you doing?"

"I'm the grandson of the old lady, and I'm here to pick her up."

Fang Muan's mouth was twisted, "As far as I know, Mrs. Duan has only one grandson, and your Excellency is General Duan Hong?"

The young man was arrogant, "I am General Duan Hong's old friend Hua Xiaoqi; which one are you?"

Fang Muan snorted softly, "I'm also an old friend of General Duan, Amu."

Hua Xiaoqi looked at Fang Muan from head to toe, and Fang Muan also looked at Hua Xiaoqi from head to toe, both of them felt weighed.

There were twelve harems that Duan Hong bought into the Duan Mansion back then, six of them went to the border with him, and the rest were kept and released. Could it be that this one is the little actor who was released earlier?

But those twelve people grew up together, why did Hua Xiaoqi not recognize him at all?

Couldn't it be a fake from Song Luo and his ilk?

Fang Mu'an cleared his throat, "Were you also an actor in Duan's family?"

Hua Xiaoqi frowned and glared at Fang Muan, "So what's the matter?"

Fang Muan was at a loss, "Me too, don't you know me?"

"Xiami? You too?" Hua Xiaoqi leaned forward and looked at Fang Muan's face, "Are you also one of the twelve?"

Fang Muan twisted his chin to avoid his hands, "I'm Amu..."

"Oh, yes, there is a man named Amu." Hua Xiaoqi looked suddenly enlightened, "Amu and Duan Hong went to the border, and they have been there for seven years."

Fang Muan felt that his mind was abnormal, "You were released from the mansion two years ago?"

"Oh, yes, I bought a piece of land in the suburbs of Beijing and contracted it to grow paddy fields. I hired people to grow vegetables in the yard and sold them in the city."

Do you want to be so detailed.

Fang Muan looked at Hua Xiaoqi, and Hua Xiaoqi also looked at Fang Muan, the two had an inexplicable sense of seeing each other without words.

In the end, Fang Muan bit the bullet and said, "Are you planning to take Old Madam Duan out?"

"You too?"

The old lady Duan who had been silent all this time spoke, "You two still want to die, so don't meddle in the affairs of the Duan family, and go quickly."

Hua Xiaoqi sighed at Fang Mu An, "I've been persuading her for a long time, but she still doesn't move. In broad daylight, I can't forcefully tie up an old lady."

Before he finished speaking, two hidden guards wearing silver-gray masks rushed in from outside the door, grabbed Fang Muan and Hua Xiaoqi, tied them into two sacks, put them on their shoulders, and ran out of Yuanji Temple through the back door.

Old Madam Duan seemed to understand the strangeness, she squinted her eyes and let out a soft sigh.

Fang Muan's viscera were about to vomit out. It turned out that Duan Hong said yesterday that he would encounter an accident, and he was [-]% right in his heart.

Poor, I don't know where to hang another Hua Xiaoqi.

Dazed and confused, he didn't know how many miles he had walked, but the hidden guard who was carrying him finally stopped.

Fang Mu'an felt his world spinning for a while, and in the next second, he was thrown to the ground.

Her mouth was blocked, she couldn't even scream, and her arms and legs were tied up with ropes and became numb.

Comparing with the techniques of professionals, Fang Muan realized how lenient Wenxuan was when he subdued him.