big master, big liar

The fiery breath penetrated into the earholes like a small snake, and Ji Yunxi's entire upper body turned over, making Song Xuan couldn't help but lean back until there was no way to retreat, and he leaned against the wall of the car.

The cold wood slightly lowered the temperature at the base of his ears.

Ji Yunxi stretched out her hand, and lightly touched his lower lip with her fingers, pressing and caressing, with indescribable ambiguity.

Song Xuan finally couldn't help but said: "What are you doing?"

The fingertips slightly poked into the mouth, and the tip was wet.

Song Xuan's burnt up.

Ji Yunxi then withdrew her hand, with a slight smile: "I saw something on the corner of your mouth."

Song Xuan's heart was beating like a drum, he didn't have the time to care if he was really touched by something, he only responded vaguely, and then came to his senses, Ji Yunxi seemed to be holding the other hand, trying to break free go.

But seeing Ji Yunxi clenched her hand even tighter, she said in a low voice, "This time I really had no other way, so I came to ask my brother to help me."

His brows were furrowed, and his bright eyes were full of worries, as if there was indeed something difficult.

Hearing this soft address again, Song Xuan couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, and couldn't care less about breaking free for a moment: "What's going on?"

Ji Yunxi looked down, with an expression of indescribable grievance. He was clearly an adult, but he looked like a wronged, furry animal: "I can't ascend the throne now."

"Zhaixing Pavilion is now colluding with the court to force me to appoint Chidanyi as the national teacher and crown me." Ji Yunxi said.

This matter is not unexpected, Ji Hui is gone, and the new monarch Ji Yunxi has shown that he is disrespectful to ghosts and gods. The group of celestial masters in Zhaxing Pavilion always have to find a way out.

A celestial master is noble in name, but to put it bluntly, without the support of an emperor, he might not even be able to compare with a seventh-rank official, let alone aloof.Even if Ji Hui personally sealed the Taoist official, it means shelving it, so there is no reason for it.

If you just come to your door to reason, I'm afraid they will ask you, why are you so attached to money and power that you are an outsider?

The Zhaixing Pavilion is in a dilemma, and the great celestial master at the head is even more honorless.

And the way Chi Danyi came up with was to become a national teacher.

The Celestial Master is a decoration to serve the emperor, but the National Master is different.

That was the position that Dayao had had since the founding of the country. His status was even higher than that of the prime minister. Not only could he participate in politics openly, but he could even control three points of the emperor.

It is precisely because of the particularity of this position that it has long been abolished by the emperors of all dynasties. If it weren't for the precedent of Ji Hui, the Celestial Master of Zhaixing Pavilion, no one would have thought of such a position.

"Ji Hui left happily, but left me a mess."

Ji Yunxi seemed to be full of grievances, and finally found someone to fall in love with.

Song Xuan couldn't help asking: "Aren't those adults in the court most afraid of these alchemists interfering in politics? Why are they standing up in Chidanyi instead?"

"That was when Ji Hui was here," Ji Yunxi sneered. "Ji Hui is a hands-off shopkeeper. They don't care about everything. They have great power in their hands. Naturally, they don't want others to break the rules and share power."

"Now, they are afraid that they will not be able to restrain me."

It was only then that Song Xuan understood that Ji Yunxi had been fighting with the crown prince for the past few years, and this group of ministers had somewhat figured out his temper. go in.

The current situation is that Ji Yunxi is already the next emperor, and the group of people are afraid that they will not be able to control this lawless person, so they want to push Chi Danyi to the position of the national teacher.

The left and right Chidanyis have no foundation, and they still have to rely on them to get into the position, but relying on the position of the national teacher and the solidarity of the officials, they can always suppress Ji Yunxi.

Song Xuan secretly sighed that the minds of these people in the court hall were complicated, they were really labyrinthine, but he asked again: "Then what do you want me to help you? Do you want to tear down the red red clothes?"

People's hearts are so strange, when Song Xuan abandoned Ji Yunxi and left, if Ji Yunxi only came to him to reminisce about the old days, Song Xuan would inevitably feel a little guilty and avoid it.

But when Ji Yunxi came to ask him for help, he became frank and close, and Ji Yunxi yelled at each other, which made his initial embarrassment much less.

"It's not difficult to expose him. Long before Ji went back, Qiutang told me that there was something wrong with his elixir." Song Xuan pondered carefully. "Now that Ji is going back to the immortals, it shows that the panacea is nothing more than a hoax—"

"It's useless," Ji Yunxi said. "Leaving a Chidanyi, they will naturally help others to that position."

Song Xuan frowned slightly: "This..."

But Ji Yunxi couldn't help staring at him: "Song Xuan, I want you to be the national teacher."

Song Xuan immediately widened his eyes, and almost immediately refused: "This is not possible, absolutely not!"

Ji Yunxi stared at him: "Why not?"

Song Xuan pursed his lips tightly, with a solemn expression: "Ah Xi, I have confessed to you a long time ago that I can't call wind and rain, and I can't calculate fate. I'm just a charlatan, a little different from ordinary people, and I'm just making a living."

"So what?" Ji Yunxi's eyes were black and white, and Song Xuan couldn't avoid her sincerity. "I already knew."

"The national teacher is different from the celestial teacher. He is the person who accepts the admiration of all people and crowns the emperor. I am a charlatan, how can I..."

"What happened to the charlatan?" Ji Yunxi asked back. "Aren't those in Zhaixing Pavilion liars now? Are they more capable than you? Chi Danyi's pills are probably the culprit who killed Ji Hui, so they dare to climb up to that position?"

"But... this..." Song Xuan couldn't care less about the guilt of reuniting after a long absence, and he looked at Ji Yunxi. "Axi, you know, I don't like doing such things."

"I've deceived enough people, and it's enough to make a living for a living. Now I want to pretend to be greedy for merit and deceive the world?" Song Xuan explained anxiously.

"So you ran away six years ago."

Ji Yunxi suddenly had to say.

Song Xuan didn't expect that he would mention what happened six years ago at this moment, and couldn't help but froze.

Ji Yunxi didn't make any accusations, but just described the fact plainly, which made Song Xuan feel like he was on pins and needles.

"Do you want to run away again now?" Ji Yunxi looked at him without blinking. "Leave me alone in Shengjing, let anyone sit in the position of the national teacher, and stir up the wind and rain in the court. No matter what he does, he will never do your Song Banxian's business."

Song Xuan pursed his lips, and couldn't help but slightly staggered his head.

He missed Ji Yunxi's eyes as deep as the sea, but he could still hear his calm but solemn narration: "Song Xuan, if I hope that someone will stand on the altar to crown me on the day of offering sacrifices to the Chan, then only you."

"I hope that you are the national teacher, not anyone else."

The carriage rolled over the alleys and long bridges, and the young man driving the carriage was unaware of the gradually changing atmosphere inside the carriage. He saw the bright moon in the sky, and the night was full of silence.

Only when the wind suddenly picked up, the pool of spring water was slightly wrinkled.

"At least this time, stand with me."

Said the person in the car.