big master, big liar

In the backyard where Hua went downstairs, Xiang Rong was wearing a white dress with arrow sleeves, dancing a Tang saber airtightly, his movements flowing smoothly and in one go.

If there are experts around, they will be able to see that her movements do not have any fancy tricks, every move is a real hard work.

It's a pity that the only audience on the field now is Song Xuan who is staring at the jar and fighting crickets with himself.

He didn't look serious either, he was just pretending there with a straw, Hun'er flew to nowhere.

After Xiangrong practiced a set of saber techniques, he flashed the Tang saber in front of Song Xuan's eyes, and forcibly chopped the cricket jar into two sections.

Only then did Song Xuan raise his head, his eyes slightly dazed.

Xiangrong said angrily: "You didn't say anything when your mother ran away last night, which made my mother worry all night. Now you came here to play with two crickets?"

Song Xuan smiled: "Isn't there nothing to do?"

Xiang Rong asked: "Yesterday, Mr. Nanrong didn't catch you when he went back? What did you find that made that kid run away overnight?"

Song Xuan smiled and made a silent gesture: "Secret."

Xiang Rong glared at him: "You gods and ghosts, I know you have nothing to say."

Song Xuan remained silent, and the smile on his face faded even more.

Xiang Rong stared at him for a while, put the Tang saber aside, walked over and sat beside Song Xuan, and asked with a cold snort, "What's the matter with you?"

In Song Xuan's mind, he was still thinking about the absurdity of kissing Ji Yunxi just now, and how he could talk to Xiang Rong, so he said in a low voice, "I might have to leave again."

Xiang Rong was stunned for a moment, then said after a while: "If you want to get out, get out, I'm used to it, who do you expect to shed tears for you?"

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "How long will it take this time?"

"Six years." Song Xuan said.

Xiangrong has long been used to the uncertainty of his return date, who would have thought that there would be a definite date this time, so she couldn't help asking: "What are you going to do this time?"

"Be a national teacher." Song Xuan said pitifully.

Xiangrong sneered: "Oh, then take me there, I plan to be a queen."

"I have more hope of being a queen than you." Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It would be more reliable if you said that you named a female general in the future."

Xiang Rong couldn't help kicking him: "When I see you again, maybe my son will be able to go to the street to make soy sauce?"

Song Xuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then recalled the scene just now in his mind, and couldn't help but sigh again.

He also didn't understand why he acted like this to Ah Xi in a sudden emotional turmoil.

How will he face Axi when he goes back?

Xiang Rong looked confused: "What's the matter with you? If you don't want to leave, just don't leave."

Song Xuan hesitated again and again, but still couldn't help but said: "I...just slighted someone."

Xiang Rong was very interested: "What? Whose girl have you taken a fancy to?"

But seeing Song Xuan's appearance, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression became serious: "Song Xuan, don't you just attack someone who has a wife? Or is the girl unwilling? You Literally—"

As he said that, his expression became distasteful.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I... I have underestimated a man."

Xiang Rong looked at him silently.

At the end of the story, Song Xuan simply stopped being secretive, let go and said: "I just lost my head for a while, I don't know what's wrong, I just want to do that... just..."

As he said that, the scene just now flashed in his mind.

The thin, bright red lips were drawn close to his eyes, and when he touched his head for a while, he bumped into them.

That scene was too evocative.

Song Xuan hugged his head and wailed in a low voice, as if he wanted to drive that scene out of his mind.

"So?" Xiangrong said suddenly.

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, and the wailing voice also paused for a moment.

Xiangrong frowned, and looked down at him: "Didn't you say that? You want to do that."

"That's the reason, do you need to ask why?"

He wanted to say the following words, but Song Xuan didn't hear them, his mind was buzzing with difficult questions all at once.

He wants to do it.

Song Xuan originally apologized to Xiang Rong, and came here to find a moment of peace.Unexpectedly, after this conversation, he became more and more confused, and left Hua in a trance and went downstairs.

Xiang Rong watched Song Xuan's figure drift away, shook his head, and cursed in a low voice: "I usually look very shrewd, but now I look like a fool."

Then he went back upstairs to his own boudoir.

She opened the dressing table, and there was actually a mezzanine inside, quietly laying a gemstone finger, she didn't pick it up, but gently pressed the finger down.

The bogu rack moved "caracalla", revealing a rectangular secret door behind it.

Xiang Rong walked in, there was a man inside, sitting behind the table reading and drinking tea.

The magistrate of Sifang City next to him was standing on one side, with his sleeves respectfully hanging down, his face solemn, not at all the wimpy look he had when he was outside.

Xiang Rong knelt down on one knee, and performed a neat general salute: "My lord."

The man let out a "huh", put down the book, and said calmly, "Already left?"

"Yes." Xiang Rong lowered his head and said.

"Ji Yunxi really wants him to be a national teacher," the man laughed softly. "It was the best option for him."

Xiang Rong didn't speak.

"Alright, this guy is not a bad guy after all," the man looked up at Xiang Rong and smiled. "Don't you trust him too?"

Xiang Rong nodded: "Song Xuan is my friend, he is a reliable and kind person."

"Friend?" The man thought for a moment. "What can you do for him?"

"He will go through fire and water, and he will do whatever he wants." Xiangrong seemed to be too honest and straightforward, and the prefect next to him wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly: "It's really a character to make you like this."

"Then what should you do to me?"

Xiang Rong hesitated for a moment, but finally did not answer.

The man smiled: "Forget it, don't be embarrassed, I'm just your old master, and you don't need to mention the word master in the future. After all, I have long since left my original identity."

"Now, you're just thinking about it, aren't you?"

Xiang Rong moved his lips, but he didn't speak after all, and lowered his head, as if a little depressed.

The man's hand touched her head: "I don't blame you."

Xiangrong still lowered his head, standing motionless at the exit of the secret passage.

The man left with the magistrate, and in this empty area, only Xiangrong stood alone, looking more and more desolate and desolate.

"Master..." Xiangrong murmured. "Your Highness..."