A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Muanlai slept in Song Luo's room for more than ten days, until the Lantern Festival.

He had been hiding from Wenxuan for the past few days, but Wenxuan never took the initiative to look for him again. Apart from studying with Song Luo at night, he never asked him to warm his bed.

When they were in the same room, Wen Xuan would still look at him from time to time, but the smile on his mouth disappeared.

Song Luo also accompanied the two of them to pretend to be confused, except for kicking Fang Mu'an violently at night when sleeping, he never pushed him to sleep on the floor.

Fang Mu'an couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. From the first time he saw Wen Xuan, he felt that he was a gentle person. These days, he jumped out of the puzzle and watched clearly, only to find that Mr. Wen's temper seemed not as kind as he expected before.

On the eighth day of the lunar new year, the lights are on, and every household in Wenjing City is decorated with lanterns and festoons. On the day of Shangyuan Festival, there are many lion dance stages on the street. The students go out to play together early in the morning. sky lantern.

For the sake of auspiciousness, the sky lanterns of the scholars are all pasted by themselves. Most of the prayers written on the lanterns are titles on the gold list. At the last moment, he took up his pen and wrote a few words. Before Fang Muan had time to look at it, his lamp was let go.

Fang Muan gossiped and asked Song Luo what he had written, Song Luo ignored him, Wen Xuan was also curious, and came over to inquire, Song Luo only smiled and said perfunctorily, "It's similar to everyone's, but I hope I can do something in the future."

Wen Xuan didn't believe it all, "Don't you want to avenge your revenge one day?"

Song Luo's expression was indifferent, "Brother Wen and I have practiced the words of sages since we were young, just for the sake of common sense and wisdom, and we can know autumn by looking at a leaf. Good and evil are not so easy to say clearly, it is extremely unwise to try to destroy the great good and evil of this world because of one person's small grievances."

Hearing Song Luo's words, Wen Xuan guessed that he was shaken; Fang Mu'an was confused, "What does the young master mean?"

Song Luo shook his head, turned and went back to the room; Fang Muan was bored with begging, so he had no choice but to go to the corner with the sky lantern in his hand, and just as he stood still, he heard someone yell "Let's go water" in panic.

It turned out that Wenxuan's sky lantern fell to the ground somehow and burned.

The clerk hurriedly brought a ladle of water to put out the fire, and all the students in the yard looked at Wenxuan sympathetically, all thinking about the same thing in their hearts, after such an omen, Wenxuan's spring might be destroyed.

Wen Xuan stared at the wreckage of the sky lantern on the ground with a very lonely expression.

Fang Muan didn't know what was wrong with him, and felt uncomfortable along with Wenxuan. He walked over silently and passed the sky lantern in his hand to him, "If it burns, let's burn it. It's booming, it may not be a good sign."

Wen Xuan looked at Fang Mu'an with piercing eyes, and smiled knowingly, "You don't avoid me anymore?"

"You haven't done anything to me these days."

"Aren't you afraid that I will repeat my tricks?"

"Mr. Wen, don't make fun of me. Once the year is over, will the exam be far behind? You should put all your thoughts on studying. Here, take the sky lantern and make a wish for promotion and wealth."

Wen Xuan took the sky lantern that Fang Muan handed him, with a sly look in his eyes, "You want to give me yours?"

"I'm not like you guys who are waiting for Chunwei High School, shining on the lintel, and I don't have any wishes right now."

"How do you know that the wish I want to make is Chunwei High School, the lintel of Guangyao?"

"What else is there?"

Wen Xuan shook his head with a smile, went to the table to get a pen and handed it to Fang Muan, "Let's all write a wish."

Fang Mu'an had seen a lamp written all over by greedy people before, so he didn't reject Wenxuan's proposal right away, and wrote a few words crookedly with a pen.

Wen Xuan walked around behind him at some point, "Who is Kang Shinian?"

Fang Muan looked back at him, "My former friend."

Wenxuan said "Oh?", "Is he having a rough time now?"

Fang Muan pouted, "Why do you ask that?"

Wen Xuan rubbed his chin, "Otherwise why would you wish him a smooth life."

Fang Muan's whole body was shaking from his laughter, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "He has passed away, I wish him a smooth life in his next life."

Wenxuan frowned, but the smile on his face widened, "The wish that has not been fulfilled in this life, will be fulfilled in the next life?"

Fang Mu'an thought for a while, but really didn't know how to answer.

Wen Xuan stared at him for a while, then silently turned back to the other side of the sky lantern; Fang Muan just wanted to see what he wrote, so he took advantage of the wind to let go.

Fang Mu'an was indignant, "I said Mr. Wen, you have looked at mine, what's wrong with me taking a look at yours?"

Wen Xuan blinked with a pair of smiling eyes, "I will tell you my wish when the time is right."

Fang Mu'an couldn't help but OS in his heart: whoever has that spare time is waiting for your time to come.

Wen Xuan was smiling and wanted to say something to Fang Mu An, and the waiter yelled from the hall, "Mr. Wen, I have a visitor."

Wenxuan gave Fang Muan a wry smile, turned around and left first; Fang Muan washed his hands and was about to go back to his room. Halfway there, he saw two people directing his men to move things into Wenxuan's room.

It was the stewards of the two Jizhou guild halls who kept calling him "Master Song".

Since the two of them met Wenxuan, they hadn't seen anyone else, and they came to see each other on the grounds of giving things, chattering and not knowing what they were planning.

Seeing Fang Mu'an going upstairs, the two bowed to him politely; Fang Mu'an also walked through the scene and nodded, before returning to Song Luo's room.

Song Luo changed into a crimson straight gown, a big red belt was pinned around his waist, the Confucian scarf on his head was neatly worn, and there were new clothes from inside to outside.

"Master, do you want to go out to appreciate the lanterns?"

Song Luo hummed, pointed to the opened suitcase and said to Fang Mu An, "You also go inside to find a new dress to wear."

ah?And this good thing?

Wearing new clothes during the Chinese New Year is also a joy, so Fang Muan went, "Master, do I choose randomly or do you appoint?"

Song Luo looked back at him, "You and I are about the same size, you can choose whatever you want, just don't make too much publicity, after all, you are just a book boy outside."

What does it mean that he is just a school boy outside, and his treatment inside is obviously not as good as that of a school boy.

Fang Mu'an picked out a set of dark blue clothes and new shoes, "Master, can I wear this well?"

Song Luo looked at him from top to bottom, and said with a smile, "Didn't you only wear plain clothes in the past, but now you're getting fancy?"

Fang Mu'an curled his lips, what kind of black should he wear for the New Year's Eve, and he doesn't want to rob or steal.

The two of them took care of themselves, went out together, sat downstairs, drank tea and waited for Wenxuan.

Wenxuan sent the stewards of the Jizhou Guild Hall downstairs, walked to the table and smiled at Song Luo, "Brother Hongyi has changed into new clothes... Do you feel uneasy about meeting old friends?"

After tossing around these days, is Young Master Song's missed opportunity finally coming out?

Fang Muan seemed to have heard something great, "Who are you going to see an old friend?"

Wen Xuan smiled and glanced at Fang Muan, "Why are you so nervous?"

"No... I'm happy for the young master."

Song Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You know what to be happy for me?"

Fang Mu'an looked at Song Luo, then at Wen Xuan, and coughed lightly, "Even if I don't know anything, can't I be happy for you?"

Song Luo's uneasiness was dispelled by Fang Muan's recklessness, and he became more energetic, and the three of them walked out noisily.

The Lantern Festival is even more lively than the Spring Festival, and the streets and alleys are full of people who come out to shop and enjoy the lanterns. Fang Mu'an is afraid that they will be crowded by the crowd, so he tightly grasps Song Luo's arm with one hand and dare not let go.

Song Luo didn't say anything at first, and when he got to the crowded place, he was pinched by Fang Muan, and then he protested loudly, "Song An, just kill me!"

Seeing the two chattering, Wen Xuan smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Song An, why are you grabbing your young master like this?"

Fang Muan nodded to the people around him with his chin, "I'm afraid he might get lost."

Song Luo rolled his eyes, "I'm not a three-year-old child, how could I get lost?"

Fang Muan's eyes were wide open, and he thought that kidnappers are not only kidnapping three-year-olds these days, if your old man disappears, do I still have to do this task?

"If you won't let me grab your arm, then give me your hand."

Song Luo frowned, and put both hands behind his back, "What are you doing?"

Fang Muan didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly grabbed his hand, "My duty is to protect your safety."

Song Luo only wanted to shake off his hand, "It's not proper for two men to pull their clothes and sleeves in public, let me go."

Fang Mu'an turned to Wenxuan, "Mr. Wen, why don't you hold him by the hand?"

Wenxuan spread his hands to express that he was helpless, "Your young master said that it is not proper to pull clothes and sleeves in public. Although he and I are good friends, it is not convenient to talk. But if you are afraid of getting separated, I will hold you Not a problem."

A crow flew in front of Fang Muan's eyes, "He is the only one among the three of us who doesn't know martial arts..."

Song Luo gritted his teeth and snorted, "So? Let me go."

Wen Xuan simply drew his sword to help, and stepped forward to break Fang Muan's and Song Luo's hands.

Song Luo complained to Wenxuan in a low voice, "I just said that I shouldn't bring him out to be ashamed, Brother Wen won't listen to me."

Fang Mu'an's eyes were straightened, Song Luo is an idiot who can't take him out?

Wenxuan snorted lightly, and smiled at Song Luo, "Brother Hongyi obviously wants to enjoy the lantern with him, so why be wrong?"

Song Luo gritted his teeth, "It's absolutely nothing."

Wenxuan shook his head with a smile, and walked ahead to open the way for the two of them. Fang Muan was pulling Song Luo's clothes, feeling anxious, Wenxuan at the front stretched out a hand to him, and held his hand firmly. hand.

Mr. Wen didn't even turn his head, and he was able to perform such difficult moves in a crowded environment, and the intensity of pinching was even more undeniable.