big master, big liar

After breakfast, Song Xuan asked Ji Yunxi to change into casual clothes, and took him to the official residence together.

The magistrate is still the same one from six years ago. Although the authority in Sifang City is limited, it is still a very rich place, and the local officials will not easily ask to be transferred.

The magistrate saw Ji Yunxi six years ago, but now he recognizes it immediately, almost without scaring his eyes.Hearing that he came here for the matter of Mr. Nanrong, he became more and more worried and trembling, for fear that something might go wrong and offend the Third Highness.

"So, Lord Nanrong doesn't have evidence to prove his identity?" Song Xuan couldn't help frowning after hearing the magistrate's narration. "Then why does your lord firmly believe that he is the confidant of His Highness the Third Highness?"

"This..." The magistrate was stunned by the question for a while, and could only say dully. "This is indeed the case. He did say that he is the confidant of the Third Highness, and also the pillow of the Third Highness..."

Ji Yunxi stared at his fingers, and suddenly interjected: "I don't remember having such a person next to my pillow."

His air pressure was low and his face was stern, which made the prefect shiver.

Seeing that something was wrong, Song Xuan tactfully asked Ji Yunxi to go out: "Your Highness, you might as well go out and have a look around first. Your Excellency won't be able to remember anything when you are here."

He still respected Ji Yunxi in front of outsiders, even so, it made the magistrate's eyes widen.

Seeing that Ji Yunxi went out obediently, the magistrate's surprised expression turned into disbelief: "Mr. Song... this..."

Song Xuan didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, so he said in a calm voice, "My lord, just stretch out your hand, I'll show you the palmistry."

The magistrate was even more puzzled by Monk Zhang Er: "What kind of palmistry are you looking at at this time..."

But seeing Song Xuan's solemn expression, he couldn't refuse, so he obediently stretched out his hand.

Song Xuan grabbed his wrist with one hand, and said to him: "My lord, tell me the scene when I met Mr. Nanrong again."

The magistrate grumbled and began to repeat what he had just said.

After he finished speaking, Song Xuan let go of his hand and said softly, "My lord is not lying."

The magistrate was sweating profusely, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Song is a sensible person. I really don't know what's going on, sir. Please explain it in front of the Third Highness—"

He was indeed frightened. In front of Song Xuan, he even used "Xiaguan".

Song Xuan smiled: "Your Excellency, you don't have to worry, right and wrong, His Highness the Third Highness can make a clear decision."

Nazhifu breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Xuan instructed again: "The whole story of this matter, please let me rot in my stomach, and only say that Mr. Nan Rong is a daring liar."

The magistrate hastily nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. This rhetoric is absurd in other places, but it is reasonable in Sifang City.

When Song Xuan walked out of the room, he saw Ji Yunxi leaning halfway on the door. Seeing him, he jokingly said, "What's the matter, sir and the magistrate? Can't let me see it?"

Song Xuan knocked on him lightly: "The bigger the mouth, the less controllable it is, and I dare to talk nonsense about anything."

As he spoke, he frowned slightly: "I'll tell you more about it when I get in the car."

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This Lord Nanrong indeed has something unique, and his uniqueness is different from Song Xuan.

Song Xuan can only read memories, but Mr. Nan Rong seems to be able to implant a piece of thought into other people's minds and make them believe in it.

Song Xuan saw that when Mr. Nanrong came to pay a visit to the magistrate, he just exchanged a few words of greeting, then looked at him with those strange pupils, and murmured a few words.

The prefect's memory seemed to be blurred for a moment, and after that Nan Rongjun still smiled at Yanyan, but the prefect seemed to regard him as Ji Yunxi's cronies.

So that no matter how arrogant and domineering Mr. Nan Rong was, the magistrate never dissuaded him from questioning him.

It's just that after Mr. Nan Rong left, he asked the magistrate carefully about the cause and effect, and he seemed to be able to vaguely realize that this idea was just rootless water, without any reason.

But when Mr. Nanrong was around, he didn't seem to think about where and why this idea came from.

No wonder Mr. Nan Rong kept saying that he was the same kind of person as himself.

It was the first time that Song Xuan discovered that there were people similar to himself in this world, but the other party had a mysterious origin and unknown purpose, so he was really not happy.

Ji Yunxi looked at Song Xuan wandering in the sky, but he also had a good patience, and did not interrupt him, but waited for him to speak.

Song Xuan hesitated for a while, and instead of talking about Mr. Nanrong first, he took out a dagger from his arms and handed it to Ji Yunxi: "Let someone check it out first. Is there any origin of this thing?"

Ji Yunxi took the dagger, looked at it for a while, and there was a strange look in his eyes: "Where did you get this dagger?"

Song Xuan told the truth: "I walked from Mr. Nanrong. I used it for self-defense in his room at that time. When I didn't want to leave, I took it with me."

Ji Yunxi pulled out half of the dagger, the blade was bright and shiny, and the pattern on the scabbard was strange and twisted, which Dayao had never seen before.

"There's no need to look it up, I recognize it." Ji Yunxi's expression was calm. "This is Tuguo's pattern."

"Moreover, it's a unique pattern for priests." Ji Yunxi stared at the pattern and said. "If this really belongs to Mr. Nan Rong, then he is the High Priest of Tu Kingdom."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback.

Tuguo is bordered by Dayao. Although it temporarily bows to Dayao, there will be some conflicts in southern Xinjiang almost every few years.

It has not been long since Tuguo was proclaimed as a country, and its civilization is still a little behind that of Yao. Although it is proclaimed as a country, it still retains a lot of traditions as a barbarian, and its structure is completely different from that of Yao.

Like their twelve priests.

There are twelve priests in Tuguo, who are in charge of different affairs of the country. To be honest, they are no different from Dayao's cabinet ministers, but they are all crowned with god-given orders and ordered by the high priest.

The king of Tu Kingdom is not inherited by blood, but is chosen by the high priest through divination from all the adult men in the country. The twelve priests are in charge of the country's internal affairs, and the king is more brave and good at fighting.

The High Priest is the most mysterious and noble existence. He is more like a spiritual symbol of the Tu Kingdom.

And the selection of the high priest—has always been a secret of Tu Kingdom.

The people of Tuguo usually claim that their high priest is the reincarnation of a god, but this statement is usually scoffed at by Dayao, who believes that the true man is the son of heaven.

The reason is very simple, Dayao's folk rhetoric still tends to grant the power of the king to the gods-why do your gods who descended from the earth still bow their heads to our emperors in the world?Such a total, naturally refused to accept this set.

Song Xuan has been wandering around in recent years, and has been to places bordering Tu Kingdom, and heard many related rumors.Especially in recent years, the situation in southern Xinjiang has become more and more tense, and Sifang City has many more books about Tuguo, so you know more about it.

Ji Yunxi was still holding the dagger and looking at it carefully. He himself is good at using daggers, so he explained it logically: "The craftsmanship and shape of this dagger can only be made by craftsmen who specialize in worshiping gods in Tuguo. used by the priests."

"Each priest has a different pattern case, and this pattern case can only be used by the high priest—" Ji Yunxi said, but thought for a while. "But it's also possible that he's just a thief."

"But being able to steal from the High Priest of the Tu Kingdom is considered a real skill."

"No," Song Xuan said suddenly, his eyes serious. "He is the High Priest of Tu Country."

He has such a feeling.