big master, big liar

Song Xuan originally thought that the time he spent with Ji Yunxi would not be longer than a month, and he also started chatting with Ji Yunxi while eating: "Young master is better now, do you have any plans?"

After all, Ji Yunxi's health improved after seeing Tian'er, and the prince knew that he would go back after all.

Song Xuan thought of this episode: "I remember that there are still young master's subordinates in Anding City, do you need to ask someone to bring a message, let them come to welcome young master?"

Ji Yunxi bit the pickle in half, and when she heard Song Xuan's words, she raised her head and stared at him: "Song Xuan, who leaked the whereabouts of my predecessor?"

"Zhu Yang and the others were all I followed me in the other palace for four or five years. Except for them, no one knew that I would come to Changning City." There was no sadness on Ji Yunxi's face, and there was even a sneer.

"Song Xuan, no one can trust me."

Song Xuan was speechless.

There are tens of millions of people in this world, Ji Yunxi is not the prettiest person he has ever seen, not the most vicious and ruthless one he has ever seen, but the loneliest one he has ever seen.

He had talked with Ji Yunxi for a while, and knew that he had lived in the palace for a while and was not favored by the emperor, so he was expelled to the palace in the name of recuperating.

He has no friends, his relatives are looking forward to his death, let alone his subordinates...

The young man looked at the brocade clothes, but it was nothing more than a superficial appearance, like a puppet doll hanging in the air by a silk thread, helpless, just waiting for the thread to age and break, he would fall from a high altitude and fall to the ground. Got to be broken.

Song Xuan thought too much, and couldn't bear to chase him away: "Forget it, you should rest easy and recuperate, and wait for your injury to heal. Think about it, as long as you leave this remote northern land, no one will dare to take your son's life blatantly." .”

"Thank you." Ji Yunxi lowered his head to eat, just to hide the unconcealable pride at the corner of his mouth.

After the two of them had dinner, they heard a knock on the door, and the two dogs were barking happily along with the knock on the door.

Ji Yunxi hurriedly avoided the door.

Song Xuan lazily piled the bowls and chopsticks into the basin, and went to open the door.

That big Lu Laoliu rushed in, and said in a rough voice: "Banxian, we have to avoid these few days, something big happened up here."

Song Xuan frowned and asked, "What's the big deal?"

"A big man told us to kill the bandits here!" Lu Laoliu said.

"Big man? What big man?" Song Xuan lazily brought the teapot over and poured water for Lu Lao Liu.

"I'm only telling you, Banxian, don't let me know." Lu Laoliu whispered, "It's the third prince today."

Song Xuan seemed to have been struck by lightning, and was frozen in place.

Then I heard that Lu Laoliu said mysteriously: "I heard that the third prince was recuperating in the Lingshan palace, and the emperor called him back to the palace a few days ago. For some reason, he left our place privately without being escorted by officers and soldiers. The way, and let the bandits be killed. Now the superiors have transferred troops to us, and are preparing to go to wipe out the bandits."

Song Xuan was dumbfounded when he heard this, and said after a while: "The third prince...is he really killed?"

"The news from the capital city has been coming for several days. The letter that our people only got recently, how could it be false." Lu Laoliu took a sip of water.

"It's also unlucky. The higher-ups sent people. Half of the business on our street can't be done. Let's shorten it for a few days. Banxian'er, your business is fine, so I'll remind you, be careful on weekdays, don't offend me. People are."

Song Xuan forced a smile, although he also made a living in the Jianghu, but he was a businessman, and he did not violate the law, so naturally he didn't need to close the door, but those who gambled, carried knives, and counterfeit money, if they were not careful, they might fall into the trap. out of the head.

Lu Laoliu drank his tea, complained a few more words, and started to leave.

Suddenly I heard Song Xuan said: "Lao Liu, you can pick the garlic hanging at my door, and I won't do business from now on."

Lu Laoliu wondered: "Sir's business is not in the way."

Song Xuan only said: "I made a fortune for myself a few days ago. I am afraid that a catastrophe will fall on these days. I will close the door and avoid it. I will talk about it after these days."

He also asked: "If there is any news, please remember to tell me."

Lu Laoliu had seen Song Xuan's ability a long time ago, believed in him, and naturally picked garlic for him, and took it home to cook.

When Ji Yunxi heard that Lu Lao Liu had left, he turned around from the house.

Song Xuan frowned and asked: "You are clearly alive, and those bandits on the mountain know about it..."

Ji Yunxi sneered: "They want me to be dead, so I am naturally a dead person."

Song Xuan suddenly understood.

Some people above didn't want Ji Yunxi to go back, so regardless of whether Ji Yunxi was dead or alive, they first ordered him to be a dead person, and ended the bandit village in one go.

If Ji Yunxi was in the bandit village now, even if he was alive, he would be killed as a bandit that day.

I'm afraid that the Changning government had this plan from the very beginning, using Ji Yunxi to get rid of the bandits, and also using the bandits to get rid of Ji Yunxi.

No wonder people say that this group of officials has a lot of minds, and they must have eighteen knots in their intestines to come up with such vicious ideas.

But suddenly he saw Ji Yunxi staring at him, his eyes were unpredictable.

"Song Xuan, those two bandits in charge recognize you and know your name."

Song Xuan was taken aback, this group of soldiers went to suppress the bandits, but they couldn't find Ji Yunxi, so they would naturally torture the bandits severely, as long as they asked, they would naturally know that the two of them had escaped from the mountain.

The two of Song and Xuan rarely showed up on the mountain, and the only ones who could accurately tell their appearance were Wu Si and the two heads of the family. Now that Wu Si was dead, the two heads of the family became the biggest hidden danger.

"So what does the young master mean?" Song Xuan couldn't help pursing his lips. He knew that although Ji Yunxi was weak, he had the ability to take someone's head in a split second.

"So you now have two choices," Ji Yunxi said with a smile. "Or, you can cut off my head now and throw it at the gate of the government. They will definitely not track you down. It will only be a good thing done by bandits."

"Or, you have to be a grasshopper on a rope with me."

"They will soon know that you escaped with me, and they will make great efforts to hunt you down. At that time, your life and death will really depend on God's will."

Ji Yunxi hooked the corners of his lips, and a bit of joy jumped out of his eyes.

Song Xuan stared at him and opened his mouth.

He wanted to ask Ji Yunxi why he didn't kill him first, so that no one in the world would know the whereabouts of the third prince.

But he didn't ask after all.

"Song Xuan, I'll be waiting for you." Ji Yunxi walked into her room, closed the door gently, and showed a self-deprecating smile.

He actually gave everything to a charlatan.

However, he no longer wanted to struggle.

He's been on his own so far, thinking he'd do anything to stay alive.

But at this moment, he didn't want to do it.

Maybe it was because Song Xuan was similar to the person in his memory.

Maybe it's just because of the name Song Xuan.

It seems that it would be a good thing if it can end here.

Song Xuan.

Waiting for you to come into the house and kill me.

Or, save me.

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Song Xuan lingered in the yard for a long time.

He never thought of attacking Ji Yunxi.

Although he, Song Xuan, cherished his life, he was not afraid of death, and it was even more impossible for him to kill a sick and weak boy in order to save himself.

Especially that boy is Ji Yunxi.

He was just hesitating about what to do next. He had traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, cunning and cunning, and it was not impossible to escape the pursuit of the government.

It's just Ji Yunxi.

Is he going to abandon this child?

Or simply persuade him to change his face, abandon his identity as the third prince, hide with himself for a few years, wait until he has avoided the limelight, and then find a way to get a household registration and become a commoner?

Will Ji Yunxi agree?

Song Xuan stayed in the yard until the moon was in the sky, and finally couldn't help but pushed open the door, only to find that Ji Yunxi was leaning against the bed with his eyes closed.

Song Xuan thought he was sick, so he hurriedly went to check his breath, and realized that he was breathing normally, he probably fell asleep after waiting too long.

He couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, what he said earlier was so ruthless that he fell asleep first, after all he was still a child and couldn't stay up all night.

Or come back and talk to him tomorrow.

Song Xuan shook his head helplessly, and gently covered Ji Yunxi with the quilt, but suddenly heard Ji Yunxi's raving in his dream, vaguely speaking, only three words fell into Song Xuan's ears.

"...Brother Xuan..."

Song Xuan's movements froze.

"...Brother Xuan...don't go..."

Song Xuan heard clearly this time.

This name was so familiar that Song Xuan couldn't help but want to know why Ji Yunxi called out this name in his dream.

In fact, despite the pressure of livelihood, he is unwilling to take the initiative to explore the memories of others, especially acquaintances or friends he knows.

Song Xuan is not interested in other people's secrets and past.

In the cottage, Song Xuan once wanted to explore Ji Yunxi's memory to determine why he ended up living in the cottage, but since then, he has never thought about it again.

But this time, Song Xuan hesitated a little.

This title was too coincidental, and too familiar, so familiar that Song Xuan couldn't help but want to confirm it, even if it was impossible.

Just this once.

Song Xuanmo took two steps forward while thinking, stretched out his hand gently, and put it on Ji Yunxi's hot forehead.

His hands were cold, which seemed to make Ji Yunxi feel very comfortable. Like a small animal, he came up to rub his hands twice, and let out a soft sigh.

At the same time, Ji Yunxi's memories from the dream flooded into Song Xuan's mind.

The first image he saw was of a tall plum tree.

There was a boy picking plums on the tree.

That boy was Song Xuan who was ten years old.