big master, big liar

After this encounter, Song Xuan's exhausted mood was relieved a bit.

Sharing certain emotions with relatives and friends does not make a difference, but it seems to relieve some burdens.

Song Xuanfu talked about Nan Rongjun again: "He has the same ability as me, and he dares to make such a promise with me to intimidate and lure him. If he is not a priest, it would be too crazy."

"I just don't know the purpose of coming here this time." Song Xuan's expression was slightly puzzled, but his posture relaxed a lot.

At the beginning when he confessed to Ji Yunxi, he was sitting upright, but now he was leaning half of his body between the cushions of the carriage, which showed that he had indeed let go of his guard and worries.

Ji Yunxi looked at him: "I'll send Zhu Yang to investigate."

Only then did Song Xuan nod his head, and frowned slightly to persuade him: "You should go back earlier, I didn't know that Tuguo was involved before, but now I know, I always feel uneasy when you are here."

"I've only been here for a day, and you're going to drive me away." Ji Yunxi pretended to be angry and joked with him.

Song Xuan took it seriously: "I am not chasing you, I am also happy that you are by my side..."

"Really?" Ji Yunxi's eyes flickered.

"Seriously." Song Xuan's eyes were firm.

"In that case, you can go back with me, Mr. Song, brother Xuan..." Ji Yunxi began to yell indiscriminately again, even hugging his arm, and finally even called out "good brother".

Song Xuan was so entangled by him that he couldn't help it: "Stop, let me think about it."

"What else are you thinking?" Ji Yunxi snorted softly. "Could it be true that you want to go back to Tu Country with that Mr. Nanrong?"

There was a bit of dissatisfaction in his expression, and he got closer: "It's clear that even the old man told me, what else do you have to be afraid of? Or do you have any lovers in this city, and you can't bear it?"

Song Xuan rubbed his hair: "It's nonsense again, whether you are good or not, I still think that the title of national teacher is too important, so I don't dare to take it rashly."

The greater the authority of the national teacher, the more prestigious the name, Song Xuan always felt that he should pay something for this position, otherwise he would not be able to feel at ease.

However, Song Xuan counted his abilities over and over again, and found that apart from being able to play tricks, there was really nothing he could be worthy of this title.

Ji Yunxi understood Song Xuan's thoughts, so she said in a low voice: "Look at Mr. Nanrong, who has similar abilities to yours, why don't you still call the wind and call the rain in the position of high priest? The important thing is, Song Xuan, if you don't take this position , and I can't find anyone else—"

"You and Ji Hui have something to do with each other. I can push you up with the flag of the dead, but if someone else comes from nowhere, I can't push you up even if I want to..."

When he said this, Ji Yunxi's knee was pressed against his side, and the distance between him and him was only a few inches, and even the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Good brother, you just want to help me, isn't that all right?"

It's unbearable for anyone to be a grown man with a cold face and a thin body, but he whispers in your ear "good brother".

Song Xuan's scalp became numb from the last call, and he quickly covered Ji Yunxi's mouth: "Ancestor, stop calling."

Nan Rongjun, what do you mean by coercion and temptation? This is the real deal.

Ji Yunxi seemed to have a smile on her curved eyelashes: "Then you promised me?"

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment: "...then you have to give me certainty, I can't just stay there for the rest of my life, what's the difference from going to jail?"

As soon as he spoke, he knew he had made a slip of the tongue, because he saw Ji Yunxi smiled softly: "Yes, I will be the only one to sit in this prison after all."

"...Axi." Song Xuan pursed his lips, vaguely remembering what Zhu Yang said.

"I have seen with my own eyes all these years that His Highness is not as happy as when he was wandering with you. I am afraid that he will inherit the great rule in the future, and there will be no time for comfort."

He felt even more uncomfortable.

Ji Yunxi didn't care, just smiled and said, "Six years."

"If you have been away for six years, you will pay me for six years. After six years, you will still be Mr. Song. How about it?"

Song Xuan looked into his eyes and nodded solemnly.

At that time, Song Xuan didn't know that believing Ji Yunxi's words was no different from jumping into a fire pit. Ji Yunxi's plan was to deceive people into his hands first, and then settle the account with his whole life.

Poor Song Xuan can read people's memories, but can't read people's hearts.

The matter of deceiving people is not just Song Xuan's patent.

When Ji Yunxi saw that Song Xuan had agreed, the man relaxed, his hands were loosened, half of his body was pressed against Song Xuan's body, and he smiled softly: "I finally feel at ease now."

"I'm not afraid to never see you again."

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said, "Axi, can you...can you change your address in the future?"

"What? That title?" Ji Yunxi asked knowingly.

"It's... called..." Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, and he was a little bit embarrassed to speak, and his voice gradually dropped. "Good brother."

Ji Yunxi looked blank, "What?"

"That's... good brother." Song Xuan coughed.

"Oh?" The curvature of the corners of Ji Yunxi's lips gradually widened. When Song Xuan saw it, he knew that the kid was teasing him, so he rushed over and rubbed his head indiscriminately: "Good boy, this is old, and anyone dares to tease him." It's-"

Regardless of the mess on her head, Ji Yunxi leaned closer to Song Xuan's ear and breathed out softly: "Then what should I be called? Qingqing?"

Song Xuan, a bachelor who has been around for thousands of years, has never experienced such a posture. The lively beauty is half sitting on his lap, saying joking nicknames in a low voice, I don't know if it is teasing or molesting.

I don't know if it was pressed or touched, but suddenly, somewhere in Song Xuan's body, there was an unspeakable change.

Ji Yunxi was the first to feel it.

Song Xuan's eyes widened, he was at a loss in embarrassment, but Ji Yunxi smiled brighter, the sugar he ate in the morning almost dripped into the corners of his eyes and mouth.

"Now I believe it, probably my brother really doesn't have any good friends in this city." Ji Yunxi looked at it slowly, and covered his hands, with an unpredictability in his eyes. "Otherwise it wouldn't be so—spiritual."

Song Xuan coughed twice and wanted to avoid this matter, but he didn't want Ji Yunxi to provoke him: "Brother has cultivated Taoism to be pure-hearted and ascetic, or is he just a young chicken?"

No one would listen to such a provocation.

Song Xuan was originally good-tempered, but he was so ashamed and annoyed, it seemed that half of his body's blood rushed to the top of his head, and he couldn't care about anything else.

He pulled Ji Yunxi's collar and pulled it in front of him. The bright red lips opened and closed in front of his eyes, making him seem to have lost consciousness.

"It's not big or small, you said these words too?" Song Xuan stared at those lips, even the pretentious fierceness became vain.

"What? Brother wants to teach me a lesson?"

The corners of the mouth were raised provocatively, and the bright red tongue was looming between the teeth.

"Brother is also willing?"

Song Xuan thought of the farming cattle in the countryside, usually honest and honest, but as soon as he saw red, his eyes would go crazy and red.

He is like a cow now, as if everything in his mind has gone away, only the two thin red patches are left, and he kissed them in a daze.

It might not be practical to say it was a kiss, it was more like a collision of lips, but it made both Ji Yunxi and Song Xuan stunned.

Song Xuan raised his head slightly, his whole body was frozen in place, while Ji Yunxi had an expression of disbelief.

Song Xuan never thought that he would do such a thing. He even felt that it might not be Nan Rongjun but Ji Yunxi who could really control people's thoughts.

He may be crazy.

Song Xuan's eyes shook left and right for a moment, and he jumped out of the carriage quickly: "I... I'm going to buy vegetables and prepare dinner—"

Ji Yunxi didn't intend to stop him at all.

He seemed to be dumbfounded in the car for a long time, then stretched out his hand in a daze, and touched his lips.

The touch left by Song Xuan just now seems to be still in place.

Was he really not dreaming?

After a while, a foolish and silly smile appeared on that beautiful and sickly face.Anyone who saw it would doubt whether the always cruel Third Highness had been knocked out of his mind by someone.