A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

One winter, it was snowing and freezing cold, but the bus I wanted to take waited and waited and never came.

Wenxuan's mood now is similar to that at that time. His rationality tells him that he can't hold on any longer and should give up. Emotionally, he feels unwilling, so wait a little longer. Maybe in a minute, the next second, the car will arrive.

The only sound in the bedroom was the unsteady breathing of two people.

At the end of the silence, it was Wenxuan who spoke first.

"Mu An... Every time I feel that I can't hold on, I will comfort myself in my heart and lie to myself. In fact, you love me, but you don't admit it. Even after you get engaged, I can't convince myself Give up completely."

Fang Muan told himself to control his emotions, but in the end he couldn't help but sneer, "You gave up in the end because of Yunchen."

Wenxuan's response was on the verge of his lips, but Fang Mu'an said immediately afterward, "Did you know that Yun Chen also passed through? He is now in the same time and space as us."

Fang Muan gave him a fatal knife by mistake, and Wenxuan suspected for a long time that he had tinnitus.

Otherwise, how to explain those messy voices in my head.

Seeing Wenxuan standing there in a daze, Fang Muan regretted it a bit. He hadn't planned to tell him about Yunchen so impulsively, but after some previous conversations, he felt that this was the best way to cut the mess quickly.

"Yunchen is having a good life, and he is very happy to do the task. He already knew that I was here, but he didn't know that you were there. I was afraid that he would be too excited to do something stupid, so I didn't dare to tell him. You find Let’s get to know each other when the time comes.”

Fang Mu'an tentatively said a few words, but Wen Xuan didn't answer a word, and gradually lost his breath, as lifeless as a dead person.

What was his reaction, was he too excited to speak, or was he so frightened that he lost his soul, or did he blame him for not telling him earlier in the morning, so he protested silently?

Fang Muan was not guilty, he also knew that he should find a way to inform Wenxuan as soon as he knew the inside story.Wen Xuan's reaction at the moment was almost as if he was silently accusing him of destroying their lover's marriage.

"In his last life, Yun Chen owed a debt of filial piety. The community service he was punished for was to take care of the widowed and lonely elderly. The task was for Mrs. Duan. His identity in this life is a little actor released by the Duan Mansion, a small landlord in the suburbs of Beijing, Hua Xiaoqi. The last time you and Duan Hong came to Hua's house, you actually met him, but there was a lot of trouble in the middle, and I haven't had time to tell you his identity."

Fang Muan poured beans out of the bamboo tube and said everything he needed to say, but Wen Xuan still didn't move.He lost his patience after waiting for a while, turned over and forced himself to close his eyes to sleep, and when he finally fell asleep, he heard rustling noises next to him, and when he turned around, Wen Xuan had already put on his shoes and landed on the ground.

Fang Muan took his hand almost naturally, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to see him."

Wenxuan's mental state was so different from before that Fang Muan had to twitch him, "You have to wait until you feel better before you go, because you said Duan's mansion is a place under the imperial court's key surveillance, and you are so injured Going to the ruins, isn't it a self-inflicted snare?"

Wen Xuan couldn't listen to his words, so he almost shook off his hand with brute force, and jumped out of the window in the next second.

Fang Mu'an sat on the bed blankly for a long time before he felt the pain. Just now he was excited and used both hands to pull Wenxuan, but accidentally touched the wound, and the broken little finger hurt deeply.

Ten fingers connected to heart...

His heart also slowly ached.

Those two people will meet one day sooner or later, I just hope that Wenxuan will be more careful and don't fall into Han Ze's hands again.

He had just survived the drug addiction, and was unlucky enough to have an attack. At the very beginning, he had a stuffy nose and a headache that was worse than a cold.

Fang Mu'an's willpower was extremely weak, he felt that he couldn't stand it for another second, and he knew everything about the clothes, shoes, mask, doors, and stairs. I don't remember, he didn't realize what he was doing until he walked all the way back to the gate of the Han Mansion like a wandering soul.

He had already accomplished the matter of helping Mr. Han improve his life indirectly through Madam Han. As for helping him get rid of his so-called eccentricity, he might be helpless.

If seeing the person he likes die in front of him, maybe this shaking S will have an epiphany.

In any case, he came here with a mission, and he had to give Han Ze an end no matter what.

Fang Mu'an leaned his head on the gate of the Han Mansion, and knocked heavily on the knocker. God knows how long it took before the night watchman finally came to open the door.

When the servant saw him, there was still a little sleepiness on his face, and he trotted all the way to announce the good news to Han Ze.

Han Ze walked out of the study room quickly, and as soon as he saw Fang Muan, he gritted his teeth and rushed over to look at his hand, "Ziqian..."

Fang Muan saw that the light in Han Ze's study room was still on, and there was a faint figure inside, "It's so late, are you still cracking the roster?"

Han Ze looked back at the study room, and asked without answering, "Where's Wenxuan?"

"After taking me out of the city, he thought I was a burden, so he let me go. He must have fled back to Jizhou."

Han Ze wanted to ask any more questions, but was interrupted by Fang Muan waving his hand, "I've already had an attack today, and it's a miracle that I'm still alive now, please give me the blood."

Han Ze knew that he was not lying when he looked at the gait of the man and ghost, he hesitated for a while, and finally stuffed a drop of blood into his mouth.

Fang Mu'an suffered for a whole day, knowing that he was drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he was happy with it.

Han Ze picked him up the moment he fell down and sent him all the way into the bedroom.

In the hallucination, Fang Muan saw his fiancée that he hadn't thought of for a long time. The girl's appearance was not the best among all the girlfriends he had dated, but she was also a beauty in the standard sense. She had a happy family. , good upbringing, and most importantly, her smile is very similar to Kang Shinian.

The strongest girl is more delicate and soft than a boy. Fang Muan's obsession with girls probably has a lot to do with his lack of a female character who loved and cared for him since he was a child.

In his last life until his death, he didn't figure out what love was all about, so it's quite sad to think about it.If the gods give him another chance, he will definitely find a girl to have a vigorous and romantic relationship, the kind that will tear his heart and lungs, and if he is not crazy, he will not survive.

His heartache and heartache should never be given to a man again.

Han Ze settled Fang Mu'an and returned to the study.

Song Luo stood up from his seat and saluted him.

Han Ze walked around the table and sat down, continuing the previous text comparison, "It's just you and me, so you don't have to be so restrained."

Seeing that he was fine, Song Luo couldn't help asking, "Doesn't the teacher think Mr. Fang's return is strange?"

How could Han Ze not feel, "What does Hongyi want to say?"

Song Luo sighed and knelt down on the ground, "Because of Wenxuan's escape, the Holy Majesty was furious and had a suspicion of the teacher. Fang Jian was the late emperor's confidant, not the emperor's confidant. Over the years, his father and son two Because of the fact that Fang Jian fell into the enemy camp, he was jealous of him and refused to use him, but now other than these things, the emperor will kill him sooner or later."

Every time he said something, Han Ze's heart felt as if someone had hammered him with a heavy hammer, "Okay, okay, don't say any more..."

Song Luo kowtowed to Han Ze again, "Students can't help but say, the teacher is famous all his life, why should Fang Jian be so persistent, if it is because of him, the sage has a grudge against the teacher, then there will be chaos in the department first set foot."

Han Ze bent down to help Song Luo up, "You are still young, you don't know how powerful this word is..."

Song Luo's eyes were blurred, and he sneered absentmindedly, "That's why I won't let myself fall in love with anyone. If I fall in love with him, he must die."

This kind of vicious words came from a child who was only 16 years old, and there was unspeakable horror. Although Han Ze knew that Song Luo was an extremely cold person, he didn't know that his heart had been twisted to this extent. kind of situation.

After a sleepless night, Song Luo bid farewell and went home.

Han Ze was going to take a look at Fang Muan before going out, but when he opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood. When he saw the situation inside the room, he almost fell to the ground and crawled to the bed.

A bed of blood...

He saw a bed of blood...

The source of the blood was Fang Muan's wrist, which was pierced with scissors.

Han Ze closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again, his eyes blurred to the point where only outlines remained.

The limbs of the person on the bed were stiff, and the color on his face had long since disappeared.

Han Ze lay blankly by the bed for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to try Fang Muan's breath.

No, nothing, the person he loved died twice in the same bed.

After all these years of entanglement, it is really coming to an end now.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that the person he fell in love with at the beginning had already changed at some point, perhaps when King Ji was defeated and Bai Ming was killed, more than half of his soul had already left.

The rest of the walking corpses were turned into human beings and ghosts by a fire and blind fall. He has been struggling to keep a broken shell by his side all these years. In the end, it was nothing more than mutual torture.

The extreme sadness made Han Ze deny everything until he saw a neat blood book on the table.

The handwriting is Fang Jian's handwriting, but the content is so vulgar that people can't laugh or cry.

"Relax, eat on time and take care of yourself. I exchanged my life for yours. If you dare not cherish it, I will make you look good when you get to the underworld. I will wait for you in a comfortable place first, and wait for you to enjoy it all." Fu Lu Cai is happy, he is dying, and we will meet again."

Han Ze wailed like a child.