A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

When he returned to the space-time train, Fang Mu'an was already familiar with the way.

He was the only one in the carriage, and the empty atmosphere fit his empty mood right now.

He got out of the car and went straight to the visa office, got his number, and lined up. He was still greeted by the same visa officer last time.

The visa officer couldn't help laughing when he called up his information, "Is he trampled to death this time?"

Fang Muan blushed, and said, "Heart attack."

The visa officer sorted out the information for a while, "The two missions have passed, your sense of existence is very low, and you don't cherish your mission life too much. Do you know that you will lose points every time you die?"

Fang Mu'an didn't know that since he lost the crossing guide, he has been crossing the river by feeling the stones.

The visa officer snorted softly, "There should be a lot of times when you need to come forward for the third task, so be mentally prepared in advance."

Fang Mu'an rubbed his nose, "May I ask if my travel guide has been reissued?"

"I have already applied for you. I don't know how long it will take to process. I advise you not to have too much hope. It would be best if you can find the previous one."

The previous travel guide had been stolen by Kang Shinian, how did he find it? According to the visa officer, is he going to be sent to the same time and space as before?

"Who is my client this time?"

"He is a honest official who has passed the age of forty. You are his aide. Your mission this time is very simple. Help him get rid of some of his eccentricities and make him live a more comfortable life."

"A quirk? What a quirk?"

The visa officer chuckled, and answered with downcast eyes, "It's similar to excessive savings."

The task sounds easier than the previous "extreme minister, live a long life, avoid hunting, and revive the family reputation", but Fang Mu'an dare not take it lightly. Unknown difficulties await him.

The better the packaging, the more careful the contents inside, maybe it will explode at any time.

Fang Mu'an received the stamped passport, and walked out with a sigh, feeling exhausted for a while, standing at the door of the car, hesitant to get in the car.

Did that bastard hear the words he yelled to Kang Shinian before he died? If he heard it, would he really go to Yun Chen and pay him back forever.

Fang Muan struggled through the two trips, and Fang Muan took the third trip. After receiving the ticket, he still wanted to sleep in the mission world, but the strange thing was that he couldn't fall asleep this time. Passed out by a sharp pain in the abdomen.

When I woke up again, I was still in bed.

Needless to say, there was a person on top of him.

Waking up on the task subject's bed three times in a row, Fang Muan was prepared to be unsuitable for children, but the severe pain in his abdomen clearly reminded him that this time seemed to be different from before.

The person who was pressing on him with his hands and feet was only lying on his upper body, and there was no skin-to-skin contact between them, and there was a layer of quilt between them.

The most pitiful thing was that the man was crying in his arms, and while crying, he called out in a hoarse voice, "Ziqian...Ziqian..."

Ziqian?

He was called Ziqian all his life?

It sounds quite elegant, with a little sour air of a scholar.

Fang Mu'an exhausted all his breastfeeding strength to push up the head buried on him, "I'm sorry, you hurt me."

The pushed person straightened his upper body like a spring, his teary eyes were so red and swollen that he couldn't see his original appearance clearly, his mouth was slightly opened, and he stared straight at Fang Mu'an, who grinned and endured the pain on the bed.

"Ziqian... Ziqian, you..."

Fang Mu'an was also surprised. When he saw the man's face, he thought he was wrong.

Han Ze... my lord...

Master Han Ze, who used to be Jizhou Xuezheng and is now the Imperial Academy Jijiu, is called a mentor by Song Luo and Wenxuan.

Fang Mu'an recalled the visa officer's description, the client he served this time had passed his forties, he was a clean official, and he was too frugal.

It's no coincidence that a book cannot be made.

He had met Mr. Han a few times before. The first time was at the Nanfeng Pavilion. Mr. Han took a young man in his twenties to Piao Qinglianjun; In addition, he also went to the Han Mansion to fetch things for Song Luo several times.

Han Ze's impression of Fang Mu'an was not very deep. In terms of appearance, Mr. Han must have been a handsome man when he was young, but now he no longer has the scholarly spirit similar to the genius Song Luo in his brows and eyes, and even less of a general like Duan Hong. Severe and brutal, some are just extremely low-key that people forget after seeing them.

Fang Muan's only memory of Han Ze is the word "ruya", the elegance of Qingliu, the elegance of an official, the elegance of an elder, and the elegance that fits his status.

It is about when a person grows up to a certain age, both physically and psychologically mature, has experienced what should be experienced, felt what should be felt, regretted what should be regretted, and missed what should be missed, and gradually all unnecessary sharp edges will be restrained , leaving only the so-called wisdom and indifference without confusion.

Fang Mu'an had vaguely felt that Han Ze was someone.

There are quite a few people who can hide their emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, but those who can minimize the attention of others in the crowd must be quite sophisticated people.

Now Master Han in front of him can be said to have a completely ruined image. One second, he was crying with tears and snot all over his face, thinking deeply and mourning, and the next second, he switched to losing and regaining, and the surprise was unbearable.

The two looked at each other up and down, with a bit of astonishment on their faces. Han Ze wiped away his tears, and patted Fang Muan's hand, "I'll call the doctor, you wait for me."

He didn't mention the doctor, Fang Muan didn't feel that he couldn't bear it yet, and when he was left alone in the room, the pain in his lower abdomen almost made him want to die; Tickle Pediatrics.

Han Ze went back and forth, and when he came back, he had returned to his usual demeanor.

The imperial doctor hurried to the bedside and took Fang Mu'an's pulse, looked at his eyelids and tongue coating, and shook his head in amazement, "It was obviously not well before... Now that the person wakes up, his life is fine, and his pulse is stable. It's an unprecedented miracle." thing."

When Han Ze heard that Fang Muan was fine, the anxiety on his face disappeared. Although he tried his best to keep calm, he couldn't hide the ecstasy in his eyes.

The doctor went to the table and wrote a prescription in exchange for Han Ze's reward, "Mr. Fang has lost too much blood. Now he should focus on warming and tonic, supplemented by applying medicine. It is advisable to rest and rest instead of working hard."

Fang Mu'an rolled his eyes while lying on the bed, thinking what kind of doctor this is, and everything he said was nonsense.

"I said... can you get me some anesthetics or something, the wound hurts too much."

Fang Muan tilted his head to one side and asked in a trembling voice.

The imperial physician froze on the spot with a face of embarrassment.

Han Ze was also a little bit at a loss, and sent the imperial doctor out with good words.

Fang Mu'an was in so much pain that he wanted to scold his mother, it wasn't you who suffered together, and it wasn't that I wanted an anesthetic!

Han Ze went back and forth, wiped Fang Muan's hands and face himself, and sent out all the maids who wanted to come forward to help.

Fang Mu'an's whole body had goosebumps from the tenderness and sweetness in Mr. Han's eyes. He had seen this ambiguous little look in Wenxuan's countless times.

Needless to say, the shell lying on the bed is undoubtedly Han Ze's blue-faced confidant.

Fortunately, this body is seriously injured, so it probably won't be forced to do this or that.

Fang Mu'an endured it for a while, but finally couldn't help it, and groaned in pain.

Han Ze held his hand and wiped the cold sweat off his brow from time to time, "Ziqian, you can sleep for a while."

Fang Mu'an felt a little frustrated, "Did you ask me for anesthesia?"

Han Ze obviously hesitated, "Does it really hurt to the point where you have to take medicine? That thing hurts your body, and you quit it with great difficulty."

"I can't live or die now, the worst is just this time."

Without anesthesia after the operation, he couldn't survive for twelve hours. He didn't have the perseverance of Kang Shinian, and he walked around as if nothing happened after the appendicitis operation.

But with his current situation, it might not be as simple as appendicitis.

Fang Mu'an moved his stiff neck, cleared his throat and asked, "What the hell...Master Han...how did I get hurt?"

Han Ze froze on the spot, and asked with trembling lips for a long time, "Ziqian...do you have a headache?"

This time Fang Muan was really out of luck. The first time he was hit on the head, it was more logical to lie and make a gesture. The second time he claimed to be frightened, although it was a bit far-fetched, but fortunately, there were a lot of witnesses who spoke up for him. This time he hurt his stomach, and pretending to have amnesia is really unreasonable.

What excuse do you have?

Fang Mu'an was so worried that he didn't know what to make up, Master Han Ze asked himself and answered, "Don't you remember who I am?"

again?

What is it again?

Doesn't this mean it happened before?

Fang Muan clasped his hands together and made a cross on his chest, thanking my Buddha and my Lord for his protection.

"My lord, how did I do this?"

"That day at the execution ground, you blocked the sword for me."

Wo ~ special!

He didn't mention that Fang Mu'an had forgotten, the last scene he saw at the execution ground was Wen Xuan took a sword to kill Han Ze, but he failed to kill Han Ze, did he kill the people around Han Ze by mistake?

It's not natural, it's not natural, it's Fang Mu'an who suffered for Wenxuan's crimes, did he owe that little turtle Kang Shinian in his previous life, and only in this life can he have a debt that can't be paid off.

"What happened to the man who assassinated His Excellency?"

Han Ze sneered, "The emperor has set up a net to arrest him. For him, you and I have spent so much thought. If we don't get something out of him, I'm really sorry for the previous arrangement."

Forget it, why pay me back...

Fang Muan's brain froze for a while.

The last message processed before the CPU hangs is that Wenxuan was arrested.

Ever since seeing the group of hidden guards encircling Wenxuan in the execution ground, Fang Muan had faintly sensed that something was wrong, and now he has personally confirmed from the mouth of the instigator that the target of Mingsi and the dark hall was indeed Wenxuan from the very beginning.

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