big master, big liar

The news from Mr. Fu came very quickly. Although he was very kind and warm, he was not ambiguous in instructing people. He quickly arranged for Song Xuan an opportunity to get close to Mr. Nanrong.

On that day, the prefect brought all the officials to Huaxia to have fun, shouting and embracing, and the most important person was not the prefect, but a man with a beautiful face.

This man is dressed gorgeously, with exquisite facial features, and his brows are more feminine. He has the look of a handsome man in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but his expression is too arrogant and artificial, and his identity can be recognized thousands of miles away—not that Mr. Nanrong, but Which could it be?

Nan Rongjun has been picky since he was on the table, with contempt in his eyes, pointing out that the girl's piano sound is not as majestic as Shengjing's, and saying that the wine and food are not as authentic and delicious as Shengjing's, and finally swept his eyes and snorted. Aloud: "Or how can I say it's a small place, it's hard to be elegant."

The magistrate suppressed his anger and laughed along with him: "Mr. Nan said that in the countryside, you have wronged your master."

Then Nanrong Jun looked a little relaxed, and took a sip of wine.

They were sitting on the second floor, they could see the singing and dancing below through the window rail, but the people below couldn't see them, it was indeed a good position.

It's just that Mr. Nanrong has always been in a state of waning interest, and he can't cheer up when he sees the singing and dancing: "The predecessors said that Sifang City has been prosperous in recent years, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that, it is not interesting, and it is also a disappointment. "

The magistrate glanced around, and suddenly saw a white figure, who was eating wine alone in a corner, and his eyes lit up immediately: "If Mr. Nan wants something strange, there is a strange person below, How about calling him up to have a chat with the young master?"

Nanrong Jun raised his eyelids, seemingly curious: "Really? Then call me up."

The magistrate's eyes glowed faintly, and he hurriedly sent someone to invite Song Xuan who was sitting on the first floor up.

Song Xuan had expected this to happen, brushed his sleeves in a calm manner, and followed him up to the second floor.

Song Xuan has been telling lies since he was 14 years old. Six years ago when he went to Beijing to see a big scene, he is now more and more detached and extraordinary. To him, ordinary small scenes are really not worth it. What are you nervous about?

Now all the officials are poked in front of their eyes, tall and tall, with loose crane bones, even clearer and more aggressive than six years ago, with a fairy appearance, on the contrary, the officials were stunned.

Most of their impressions of Song Xuan stayed six years or even earlier, they only heard that he was back, but they didn't see him.

I don't want to see him today, he has escaped from the years of weak crown, but he doesn't see the smooth and sophisticated of the older age, instead he has precipitated a kind of gentle temperament, and he has become more and more detached and elegant.

"This is the well-known fortune teller in Sifang City, Song Xuan and Song Banxian." The magistrate was the first to come to his senses, and introduced him enthusiastically. "The one who is called Ten Hexagrams and Nine Spirits is this Your Excellency."

Mr. Nanrong seemed to be somewhat interested in Song Xuan, and looked at him faintly through his eyelashes: "Oh?"

Song Xuan looked at him, only to find that Mr. Nanrong had a pair of light-colored eyes, like glazed pearls, which looked very strange in the sunlight.

"Banxian'er? This name is very loud." Nanrong Jun said inexplicably.

"It's all for saving face from friends in the Jianghu," Song Xuan said with a calm expression, neither humble nor overbearing. "It's just some trivial skills in divination and face-to-face. It's the magistrate who praised him."

The two stood one by one and sat by the other, looking at each other through the banquet full of tables, Song Xuan did not lose the wind in the slightest.

The magistrate intentionally lured Song Xuan closer, and said with a smile: "If Mr. Nan has something on his mind, you might as well count it in, maybe you can get a lottery."

"Don't just get into bad luck." Nan Rongjun sarcastically.

Song Xuan just pretended he didn't hear it, and smiled without saying a word.

The magistrate still wanted Song Xuan to find out the details of Mr. Nan Rong, so he hurriedly greeted Song Xuan: "Mr. Song..."

But he didn't expect Nan Rongjun to suddenly say, "There's no need for fortune-telling."

"I have seen countless celestial masters in Shengjing. If I really want to ask for fortune, why would I need to find a country liar?" Nan Rongjun sneered, his glazed eyes were full of indescribable provocation. "It's just that Mr. Song is better-looking than these girls, why don't you sit down and have a chat with me?"

"This brothel doesn't look elegant at all, and there isn't even a girl who can live in a single courtyard, but Mr. Song, you..." Nanrong Jun stared at him. "That's kind of interesting."

Hearing the words, the magistrate almost broke out in sweat, and quickly reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Song met the late emperor..."

Speaking of which, Song Xuan's idea in Shengjing, which is false and true, has also spread to Sifang City.These officials didn't dare to underestimate him even more. After all, they were related to the former emperor, and none of them thought that they had worn their official hats for too long and insisted on offending him.

"Why? Having seen the former emperor, is he more noble than this young master?" Nanrong Jun seemed annoyed, but there was a trace of sarcasm in his words. "Since this is the case, shouldn't you sit down and have a drink?"

"This..." The magistrate never expected such a disturbance, so he dared not respond.

Song Xuan, on the other hand, poured a cup calmly, made a slight gesture, and drank it down in one gulp.

Mr. Nan Rong became more and more aggressive: "Mr. Song didn't say a few words? Are you dealing with me?"

Song Xuan put on a good-natured look, and poured another cup: "It's my lack of etiquette, this cup should be respected to the young master."

Nan Rongjun stared at him: "What do you respect me for?"

Song Xuan laughed: "Respect your dignity."

Mr. Nan Rong didn't expect him to say such words, he couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and actually drank the glass of wine.

"Interesting," Nan Rongjun's eyes became more and more interested. "A house full of flowers is not as intoxicating as a single branch of Mr. Song. No wonder he is someone who has met the late emperor."

"If this beauty is upside down, it won't be interesting. Like the famous prostitutes in Shengjing, they are all cold and lofty. That's why there is so much interest in it..."

The prefect's clothes became drenched with cold sweat, and he couldn't help coughing twice: "Mr. Nan, Mr. Song also met the Third Highness back then, and you are the third Highness's side again. people--"

Even Song Xuan could understand the meaning of these words, it was to remind Mr. Nan Rong to be cautious in his words and deeds.

Although this Nan Rongzi was as arrogant and rude as when he first met, Song Xuan had a vaguely weird feeling.

The arrogance when we first met seemed to be made on purpose, but the arrogance now is brought out from the bottom of the bones. This is not a person who is conceited on the surface and weak in heart.

Where did Ji Yunxi know this person, and why did he come here?

Song Xuan became more and more concerned.

"That's right, my son is naturally a close person of His Highness the Third Highness." Mr. Nan Rong heard the magistrate's words, and his words became more and more meaningful. "Of course I have to take good care of my old friend for him—"

As he spoke, he poked with his chopsticks, picked up a round, thumb-sized crab yolk egg from the table, and made a gesture to feed it to Song Xuan's mouth: "Mr. Song, try it?"

Song Xuan smiled and shook his head: "No need——"

"That's not allowed," Nan Rongjun said with a faint threat in his eyes, "You have to appreciate the things that the Third Highness likes, no matter what—"

Song Xuan's smile faded slightly.

He pressed Nan Rongjun's wrist, but his expression was no longer the same as before, but a trace of scrutiny: "The third highness likes it?"

"What?" Nanrong Jun had a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Ji Yunxi couldn't eat crabs.

Ji Yunxi was born with heart disease and couldn't eat these things, and he didn't like the fishy smell of sea food. Six years ago, Song Xuan took him to eat some snacks in the streets and alleys. He had to pay attention to these things, let alone crab roe.

"It's nothing." Song Xuan showed that gentle expression again, as if the sharpness just now was just an illusion. "Since the young master has no intention of divination, then so-and-so will leave."

Hearing the words, the magistrate quickly followed suit to smooth things over: "Yes, Mr. Song still has work to do, so let's go earlier."

Nan Rongjun watched him get up, and said in a meaningful tone: "Your name is Song Xuan, I remember correctly, right?"

Song Xuan's footsteps paused, but he didn't say a word, and went out as if he didn't hear him.

Nan Rongjun stuffed the crab yolk egg into his mouth, and his light-colored eyes became more and more interested.

Song Xuan walked out the door, his long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his lips were pursed into a straight line, seemingly confused and hesitant.

Seeing him leaning over, Xiang Rong asked, "What? Does that man have any excuses?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "I didn't divination for him."

Xiang Rong was taken aback for a moment: "Then why do you have such an expression?"

"There is definitely something wrong with this Mr. Nanrong." Song Xuan said.

Not just because of a lie.

More importantly, he clearly had a momentary contact with Mr. Nanrong just now.

But I didn't read Nan Rongjun's memory.