A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Where is this going?

Is Mr. Han crazy?

Or is he a pervert himself.

Han Ze tore open Fang Muan's skirt, and the whip slid gently across the skin of his chest, and he was about to raise his hand to pull it off, when Mrs. Han's desperate cry came from outside the door, "Han Shiran, someone is looking for you. "

Han Ze bit his cheek and pulled Fang Muan's clothes back, quickly stuffed a drop of blood into his mouth, straightened his clothes and opened the door.

"Who is looking for me?"

Mrs. Han glanced into the room, coughed lightly, and said, "It's probably someone from your yamen who wants to see something."

Han Ze guessed seven or eight points. It must be the secret guard of the dark hall who found out the whereabouts of the roster.

"It's none of your business, you go back to your room."

Mrs. Han nodded and stood aside. Han Ze quickly walked to the central hall. As soon as the two hidden guards waiting in the middle saw him, they immediately showed him a thread-bound roster.

Han Ze opened the roster, only glanced at it, and asked the butler to prepare the sedan chair, and while walking to the door, he ordered the hidden guard to go to the princess mansion to inform Song Luo to enter the palace.

Mrs. Han waited for Han Ze to leave the house before she dared to sneak into Fang Muan's room.

Fang Mu'an drank Luoying's blood, and was still chasing clouds and moons, unconscious, and was shaken by Madam Han for a long time without waking up.

Mrs. Han copied the scissors from the table, and gestured on his chest for a long time but couldn't do it. She couldn't help crying and sat by his bed without moving.

When Fang Mu'an woke up again, an hour had passed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Mrs. Han sitting beside his bed like a wooden sculpture, holding a pair of scissors that could not be dropped.

Is this convulsion going to kill him again?

Where did Han Zena go?

Fang Muan sat up supporting his limp body, and asked Mrs. Han in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Mrs. Han's face has long since shed tears, but her eyes are still red, "Fang Jian, you have really caused him a lot of trouble. He has only recovered for a few days, and you forced him to..."

What happened to forcing him again?

Forcing him to force others to play?

That's not how she protects her weaknesses. Does this dominatrix have the ability to distinguish right from wrong?

"It was he who forced me to beat me. How did you say that I forced him? Are you blind or dark-hearted? It's not like the whole family doesn't come into the house."

Mrs. Han beat her chest, "If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for you...how could he be so changeable, with both yin and yang faces."

As soon as she said it, Fang Muan was also a little aware that Han Ze really had a yin and yang face. When he saw him for the first time, he only thought he was elegant, but when he saw him scolded by his wife for being a bloody sprayer, he felt soft. Soft, honest and frugal to the point of pedantic Confucian officials, when they use capital punishment on people, they don't change their face and their heart beats, and they will get excited because of it...

Can the factors of tyranny and masochism exist in one person at the same time?

If it is, then this person has suffered a complete internal damage.

Fang Muan was dizzy, feeling worse than a hangover. Seeing Mrs. Han's sad appearance touched his sensitivity again, "You silly woman, just take care of yourself and what others do, I'll give it to you You put away all the gold leaves, hide them so that no one will take them away."

Mrs. Han opened her mouth, and just about to say something, the door opened.

Han Ze walked in the door with a gloomy expression, and only glanced at Mrs. Han, scaring Mrs. Han so much that she dared not lift her head.

Fang Mu'an was completely eye-opening. The majesty of the head of such a family is so different from when he was scolded as a coward but didn't dare to speak back.

Mrs. Han put down her scissors and went out in a daze.

Sitting on the bed, Fang Muan looked at Han Ze warily, and he was even more prepared in his heart. As long as he made a move against him, he would fight him to the death, and at worst, he would not even score points.

Fortunately, Han Ze didn't do anything to him, but walked to the bed silently, and took out a piece of paper that he had copied from his arms, "The roster contains encrypted words. Song Luo and the emperor and I looked at it for an hour, and it is also true." I never saw the strangeness in it.”

Fang Muan took the paper and looked at the words on it, as if he had installed an extra computer in his mind, and automatically allocated the corresponding information, "It looks like an ordinary stereotyped article, nothing special."

Han Ze smiled and said, "It is indeed just an ordinary stereotyped article, but since it is a roster, there must be undeciphered mechanisms in it. If you think about it slowly, you may not be able to figure it out, but we have a ready-made person to ask, and he will be tried again tomorrow." gone."

When Fang Mu'an heard that Wenxuan will be tried again tomorrow, he was disheartened on the spot and felt cold all over his body.

Wen Xuan has already been beaten by the gangsters, and if the beating continues, it would be better to kill him with a knife.

Han Ze took the paper from Fang Muan's hand and burned it on the candle, he didn't know it until it burned.

Fang Muan stared dumbfounded at him self-mutilation, afraid that he would run to get a whip if he became agitated.

Han Ze burned the paper, looked at Fang Muan with a half-smile, blew out the lights in the room, walked to the bed and lay down with his clothes on.

Fang Muan didn't dare to lie down until he fell asleep, and he tossed and turned in fear all night.

When he woke up the next day, the haze on Han Ze's face disappeared, as if he had returned to his usual low-key and docile posture.

Fang Muan was puzzled, did it catch up with the full moon night yesterday?This person transforms when he says he will transform.

Han Ze helped Fang Muan change his clothes, waited for him to wash his face and mouth, and helped him recomb his hair with his own hands. He fed him porridge spoon by spoon, and after cooking, he wrapped him in a rice dumpling and carried him all the way to the car.

Fang Mu'an felt chills from being played by him, and always felt that what he was facing was a bomb that might explode at any moment.

When he arrived at the Ming Division's punishment hall, he mustered up the courage to say a word to him, "Why doesn't your lord even eat breakfast?"

Just such a casual exchange of greetings also touched Han Ze's back, and the smile on his face was replaced by the cold wind and snow, "Ziqian, I told you clearly before that I want you to call me like before. "

Fang Muan's muscles tensed when he heard the word "Ziqian". He always felt that his body had a terrifying memory of Han Ze's tone.

He doesn't dare to provoke him at all now, "I've forgotten it in a muddleheaded way, and I will definitely remember it next time."

After he promised so lowly, Han Ze's expression slowly eased, and he walked into the execution hall with his arm.

Wen Xuan was taken out of the water prison and tied to a stake. The wounds on his body no longer looked like wounds, and every part of his skin outside his chest could be seen swelled by blisters.

The moment Fang Muan saw him, his eyes wouldn't roll away.

Han Ze ordered the criminal officer to serve him with cold water, and when Wenxuan was completely awake from the shock, he walked up to him with the roster, "The Ruthless Sword is a good way to perfuse me with such an anthology of stereotyped essays."

Wenxuan sneered, "I haven't seen Mr. Song today, so he must be spending sleepless nights studying how to crack the roster."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Mu'an wanted to cry, the little tortoise's voice could no longer recognize the original voice, it was as rusty as broken copper.

Fang Muan calmly approached him, "Since you know that Mr. Song is deciphering the secrets of the roster, then you naturally know that it will be a matter of time before he sorts out the names in the roster. I advise you to be more sensible and learn the method of deciphering the roster." , so as not to be tortured again.”

Wen Xuan looked at Fang Mu'an, and slowly revealed an inexplicable smile, "Master Fang, is he negotiating terms with me?"

Seeing that the two were chatting enthusiastically, Han Ze didn't even look at him, so he had to jump out to show his presence, "What qualifications do you have to talk about conditions? Just because you are the confidant of King Ji, it is doomed that you will not be able to get out of Ming Si Xing alive." Hall."

Wen Xuan snorted lightly, "Now that things have happened, I naturally don't still have the illusion of getting out of the Ming Division's torture hall alive. Since I can't get out alive, I can die with a whole body, but I don't know if Mr. Han is willing to make it happen?"

Han Ze felt curious when he heard that he wanted to die, "Oh? Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"If you want to die, you have to die under the ruthless sword."

Wen Xuan said this with a smile, and only looked at Fang Muan, "Let Master Fang kill me."

Han Ze gently stroked his ring finger with his right thumb, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, as long as you are willing to tell me how to crack the roster, I will give you a happy ending."

After finishing his sentence, in order to show his sincerity, he asked someone to fetch the Ruthless Sword.

It was the first time for Fang Muan to get close to this murder weapon. It turned out that the scabbard of the Ruthless Sword was a belt, and Wenxuan used to buckle the sword around his waist.

Han Ze picked up the ruthless sword and tapped the corner of the table lightly, cutting off the corner of the table without much effort.

It can bend and straighten, cut iron like mud, it really is a good sword.

Fang Muan was stunned as he watched from the side, Fang Jian's body was pierced by such a sharp weapon, no wonder he couldn't be rescued.

Han Ze carefully handed the ruthless sword to Fang Muan's hand, "Since he wants you to do it, do it. You used to kill people without blinking an eye, so it's okay to send him on the road later, right?"

Fang Muan clenched his fists in his sleeves, and silently took the ruthless sword.

Han Ze looked at him with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "You won't use it to kill me, will you?"

"Da... Why did Shi Ran say that?"

"Because you obviously hate me to the bone."

Fang Mu'an was speechless. The moment he took the sword just now, he had indeed considered how likely it was that he and Wen Xuan could escape the Ming Division's punishment hall alive if he stabbed Han Ze in a timely manner. "

Han Ze stared at Fang Mu'an till he was sweating, turned back to Wenxuan with a sneer and said, "The sword has been handed over to him, and he will finish your wish in a moment. Can you explain the solution to the roster now?"

Wenxuan looked at Fang Mu'an who was trembling with the ruthless sword in his hand, and smiled at Han Ze, "When Song Luo and I were preparing for the exam in the school, your teacher gave Song Luo a few policy theory, do you remember?"

Han Ze frowned, and his face was distorted. He obviously had a physical rejection of the word "mentor".

"So what?"