big master, big liar

"You...let me think about it." After all, Song Xuan couldn't resist Ji Yunxi's persuasion, and a wavering expression appeared on his face.

"It's okay," Ji Yunxi's lips twitched, "Since I'm here, I'm not in a hurry."

Song Xuan nodded, and suddenly heard Zhu Yang shouting outside: "Young master, sir, we are here."

Song Xuan's attention was attracted by Ji Yunxi's words all the way, and he didn't know where the carriage went. Now that the carriage stopped suddenly, he became puzzled: "Where did it go?"

"Sir's residence," Zhu Yang said with a smile. "I remember correctly, right?"

He only lived here six years ago, and he can remember it now, which is considered to be an excellent memory.

Song Xuan lifted the curtain of the car and saw that it was indeed his familiar home, so he jumped out of the car, just about to turn his head to say goodbye, but unexpectedly Ji Yunxi followed, Zhu Yang was still holding the bridle, ready to find a place to settle down carriage.

Song Xuan was taken aback: "It's already this hour, don't you guys go back?"

"Where are you going?" Ji Yunxi looked at him innocently. "We came all the way from the capital and entered the city in the evening."

"Does brother want me to sleep outside?"

Just now when he was in the car, Song Xuan didn't pay attention. As soon as Ji Yunxi landed on the ground, he realized that his height was about the same as his own, or even a little taller.

Now he is shouting more affectionately than six years ago, complaining coquettishly, which makes Song Xuan feel a subtle sense of dislocation.

Song Xuan's head turned dizzy for a while: "Have you not booked an inn yet?"

"Originally, I was going to make a decision," Zhu Yang said. "It just happened to bump into Mr., so..."

Song Xuan sighed, seeing Ji Yunxi's black and luxurious attire, he looked like Wang Sun's distinguished attire at first glance, and considering his frailty, fearing that something would happen to him in the middle of the night, he had to open the door of the house and invite this great god to enter.

Then he said to Zhu Yang: "Just pull the carriage in from the backyard, tie it outside to block the way, or someone will steal it."

Zhu Yang looked blank: "There are still thieves here?"

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, these two were really used to being rich and peaceful in Shengjing: "This is Sifang City, if you sleep outside for a night, I'm afraid that even your underwear will be stripped clean."

Zhu Yang shuddered when he heard the words, as if his underpants had been stripped off, he hurried in with the carriage.

Song Xuan took some of Ji Yunxi's favorite things from the carriage, and couldn't help complaining: "You two are messing around too. You came here abruptly at this turbulent time. Is your life too peaceful?"

Zhu Yang said softly, "Your Highness wants to see you."

Song Xuan fell silent after hearing the words.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhu Yang couldn't help but add another sentence: "I have seen with my own eyes these years, His Highness has not lived happily when he was wandering with you, and I am afraid that he will inherit the great rule in the future, and there will be no time for comfort."

Zhu Yang was usually smiling, but he just followed Ji Yunxi's pointing, but now he's meddling in his own business.

Song Xuan glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I'll save it."

Zhu Yang didn't speak any more, and he didn't persuade him to agree to Ji Yunxi's request. Instead, Song Xuan's chest felt heavy and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Zhu Yang saw that Song Xuan went away with his head down, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he thought that at least he had done his part, after this period of His Highness's reckoning, he wondered if he would still hate himself for covering up for Mr. Song This is out.

Your Highness is the first to hold grudges.

==

Song Xuan was covered with quilts on the bed, while Ji Yunxi was watching with his chin resting on one side, his eyes glued to his body like honey, stopping wherever he went.

Song Xuan put the pillow aside, jokingly said: "Your Highness is just looking at it like this?"

Ji Yunxi came forward obediently, hugging the pillow: "I'll do it myself, you rest for a while."

As he said that, he made a pleat on the top of the mattress, and was still busy working without realizing it.

It looks like they haven't done any of these things.

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly pulled him away: "I said it casually, who will use you to really do it? It's not enough to cause me trouble."

Ji Yunxi said helplessly, "I'm afraid you will drive me away."

Song Xuan glared at him: "How old is he, why pretend to be pitiful?"

There was a smile on Ji Yunxi's lips: "Who told Song Banxian to do this?"

Song Xuan glared at him, rolled up his sleeves, and poured the boiled water into the basin for him: "I'll use it later when the water cools down, be careful, don't overturn it."

Ji Yunxi nodded, but his eyes suddenly fixed on Song Xuan's wrist.

On it was a circle of bruised fingerprints that had just fallen, which was extremely dazzling on Song Xuanbai's dangling wrist.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Song Xuan followed his gaze, only to realize that he had been fighting and entangled with Mr. Nan Rong before, and his wrist was restrained.

Who would have thought that Mr. Nanrong, with such great strength, would leave such an obvious mark on him.

Song Xuan quickly put down his sleeves to cover it up, and said with a smile, "It's not a big deal—"

The smile on Ji Yunxi's face suddenly dissipated: "Who?"

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, not knowing where to start, but Ji Yunxi went out in a daze, calling out: "Zhu Yang."

Seeing this, Song Xuan knew it was not good, and hurriedly pulled him back into the room: "Stop, stop, I'll just tell you."

Zhu Yang shouted outside: "What orders does Your Highness have?"

Song Xuan hurriedly said: "It's okay!"

Zhu Yang didn't know what the hell the two of them were doing in there, but he knew that at least what Song Xuan said so far couldn't do anything wrong.

Song Xuan pressed Ji Yunxi back on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you know a man named Nan Rongjun?"

Ji Yunxi thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know, but the name is familiar, maybe I've heard it somewhere."

Song Xuan was startled slightly: "This is strange."

Ji Yunxi stared at him and explained.

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment before saying: "This is someone who just arrived in Sifang City, and he is said to be your confidant."

"...It is also rumored that he is your male favorite."

Ji Yunxi's eyes widened slightly, and his originally gloomy face seemed to be distorted for a moment: "...what?"

Song Xuanyin went to the section about Mr. Nan Rong's special ability, and carefully explained: "I just thought he was a bit strange, so I went to visit his mansion with Xiang Rong today, and I didn't expect to have a fight with him."

"But I escaped quickly, and there is nothing serious."

Ji Yunxi was silent for a moment, and his face became more and more sincere: "I really don't know him."

Song Xuan nodded, not understanding why he repeated: "I know, but if that's the case, he's probably here to make money, but I don't know how he deceived the government."

Just talking about this, it seems that Ji Yunxi has no way to start, so he smiled and said: "You go to bed first, change your clothes tomorrow, and then let's go to the government to check it out."

Saying that, Song Xuan closed the door and window for Ji Yunxi, and went out by himself.

My mind became more and more chaotic.

Nan Rongjun, Ji Yunxi, national teacher, special ability...

There were so many things that happened that day that Song Xuan lost his pace for a while, and he didn't know whether to advance or retreat.