big master, big liar

The seal of the book that canonized the national teacher had long been handed over to Song Xuan, but Ji Yunxi read it out in public once at the end of the sacrifice to heaven and the enthronement ceremony.Compared with offering sacrifices to heaven, the earnest demeanor is even worse.

Song Xuan's heart was like a mirror, Ji Yunxi did all this because he didn't want others to despise him.

Or more importantly, Ji Yunxi is doing her best to treat him well.

This was especially evident when Song Xuan returned to the Zhaixing Pavilion to receive the follow-up rewards at the end of the ceremony.

Although Song Xuan has never been an official, he has seen the world. Most of the rewards for being an official are gold, silver, silk, or even antique calligraphy and paintings. There may be some personal belongings chosen by the emperor for close relatives and trustworthies.

And the one Song Xuan took over was the standard silver-colored satin at the beginning, and pillows, soft pieces, dried pastries of various colors, this year's new tea, and even a box of scriptures for him at the back, and Song Xuan flipped through it. , and they are all fashionable notebooks, it goes without saying who chose them.

Ji Yunxi had a thorough understanding of his living habits, and seeing that he was unwilling to move out of Zhaixing Pavilion, she wanted him to live more comfortably.

After a while, another palace man rushed to bring two boxes of clothes, saying that they were rushing to make court clothes for him.

The position of the National Teacher has been abandoned for a long time, and these sets of court uniforms were made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs after going through the old books overnight.

Song Xuan shook his head and saw that they were all snow-white soft satin, cloud-patterned crane embroidered, and jade belt and golden crown, as grand as a heavenly official. Even the official boots were satin and white, completely different from the ordinary soap color.

Song Xuan was used to walking outside, and his first reaction was: "This clothes are not resistant to dirt, I'm afraid it will take trouble to wash them."

The palace man laughed when he heard the words: "Your Majesty has already told you that you only need to wear clothes, and the laundry will be sent to the palace."

When Song Xuan first heard the word "Holy One", he was still a little uncomfortable. After a while, he realized that these two words now represented Ji Yunxi.

The palace man took the opportunity to say: "You don't know, few people have worn the court uniform of the national teacher, and only the classics and no blueprints are left. We made a few appearances, and finally it was decided by the holy majesty."

Now that Song Xuan's momentum is so hot, the palace people can't help flattering them and saying something nice.

Song Xuan took a closer look, and found that the court clothes were indeed much finer than those of ordinary officials, with wide sleeves and narrow waists, and a fairy style, which was indeed Ji Yunxi's aesthetic taste.

Song Xuan couldn't help but secretly laughed at him for being slippery, but on the surface he could only put on the airs of a national teacher, and responded lightly: "Please trouble everyone."

Then a follower came forward to offer a reward.

"What are you talking about? It's an honor for us sons and daughters to be able to serve the national teacher." The palace man smiled and received the reward. Said a lot of auspicious words.

Song Xuanping withdrew from the crowd, looked at the mess in the room, couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but was also a little moved - that child was very attentive to him.

Naturally, these behaviors could not avoid the eyes of the officials. After being surprised, they felt a little more about the sudden appearance of Song Xuan, the national teacher.

So on the next day, Song Xuan went to court for the first time, but he became more and more uncomfortable.

He was dressed in white, which made him look even more eye-catching among the vermilion court clothes, and he was standing closest to Ji Yunxi.

On the one hand, the courtiers were scrutinizing him, and on the other was Ji Yunxi's enthusiastic eyes. Song Xuan seemed to be in a frying pan, and wherever he looked, he was in torment.

He felt more and more that the position of a national teacher is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford. At least one has to have the face of a city wall and the perseverance to move mountains and fill seas.

In this way, he can only keep his eyes straight and pretend to be serious, but he is regarded as a mature and prudent person, and he is more and more regarded as a national teacher.

The frequency of Dayao's early dynasties has always depended on those in power. For example, during the founding of the country, several successive emperors worked diligently, that is, once a day, they had to report everything big and small.

Later, there were a few lazy people, and there was a morning every other day and a few days.When Ji returned to the hands of this ancestor, he would not court, he could court if he wanted to, and if he didn't want to... the officials had nothing to do with him.

At most, I can only send a few more memorials to persuade him to be diligent, but no one knows where these memorials went in the end.

Maybe it was the ashes piled up on a desk somewhere in the palace, or maybe it was in the alchemy furnace of the Zhaixing Pavilion back then, in short, this is all a case without a head.

Now that the superior has been changed to Ji Yunxi, all the ministers tried their best to persuade him to work hard for the people.

There are a total of more than [-] articles here, and the last two pieces of advice are to ask him to restore the ritual system of one day and one dynasty when the country was founded, accept the harem widely, and extend the number of heirs.

As soon as Song Xuan heard it, he couldn't help pursing his lips.

The etiquette system in the early dynasty was heavy. To others, it might just be hard work, but to Ji Yunxi, who was physically weak, it was not a light burden.

It's okay for a while, but after a long time, it's inevitable that you will be overworked.

What's more, there is the theory of the harem.

However, Bai Heng's reason seemed to be sufficient: "Since the Holy Majesty has reappointed a national teacher, he intends to follow the ancestral system. In this case, why not restore the imperial system? The central palace is empty and the foundation is unstable. How can we rest assured?" ?”

As soon as Prime Minister Bai said this, all the officials echoed, and it seemed that this was the only voice left in the huge court.

Song Xuan couldn't help but glanced at Ji Yunxi.

The young man was wearing a dark dragon embroidered court dress, sitting on a high place, without a smile on his face, and even the sitting posture seemed to be straight as measured in advance, sitting upright, but as if he was facing an abyss.

He sat there, amidst the noise, as if he was just a symbol of imperial power.

Too cold and too far away.

Song Xuan still spoke softly: "In the old days, the government system was heavy, and now the Holy Majesty is weak, so it is not easy to go to war now."

From the moment he stepped out, the court seemed to fall silent—they were all waiting for his position.

Obviously, Song Xuan chose to stand by Ji Yunxi's side.

This is not surprising, he has come here for this from the beginning.

But at this moment, Song Xuancai was most clearly aware of Ji Yunxi's isolation in the court.

At the moment of stepping on the throne of God, these people in front of him are both his colleagues and his enemies, both his subordinates and trying to control his behavior.

When Ji Yunxi couldn't control them, they wanted him to be a symbol of diligence, but they didn't want him to really have his own ideas and power.

For this reason, they don't care about Ji Yunxi's own status, what they regulate is only the emperor they want.

Only Song Xuan would care - he is standing in front of Ji Yunxi now.

Bai Heng looked at Song Xuan, with oppression and questioning in his eyes: "Is the national teacher questioning my loyalty to the Holy One?"

Song Xuan didn't reveal anything: "Don't dare, I just care about the health of the Holy One."

"Besides..." Song Xuan suddenly remembered something. "Diligence does not seem to be limited to the number of morning courts."

"The spring rains in Jiangxi are flooding, bandits are frequent in the north of Lingbei, and evil officials in the southeast are colluding. I have heard that some people have traveled thousands of miles to seek justice—"

Song Xuan counted the pieces one by one, but couldn't help smiling at Ji Yunxi: "Have these saints ever received memorials?"

Ji Yunxi almost laughed out loud when he heard the "Holy One" for the first time: "No."

Bai Heng's face was instantly solemn: "Where did you hear the rumor—"

Of course he knew it, but he deliberately concealed it. In the officialdom, it is inevitable that there will be some taboos and cover-ups. The higher the position, the more unavoidable it is.

Who would have thought that Song Xuan would reveal all of these things on the first day of his reign.

Song Xuan asked with a smile: "Do you only say yes or no?"

Bai Heng coughed: "The mountain is high and the road is far away, maybe the news hasn't come yet, so of course..."

"This happened two months ago," Song Xuan said slowly.

In fact, these are all things he heard in Sifang City. There are some things that officials don't say, and the saints don't hear about them, but those traveling businessmen can pass them on by word of mouth, and everyone knows them.

"Two months away, where can't news from Dayao come to me?"

"If my guess is correct, the memorabilia on the table of the sage may be trivial matters." Song Xuan said lightly. "Since all the officials are blind, what's the use of the Holy Majesty working hard day and night for trivial matters?"

"Don't say one day, ten days a day, what can be cured?"

Bai Heng opened his mouth.

"National Division."

A cold voice sounded from behind Song Xuan.

When Song Xuan heard this voice, he could guess the expression of the person behind him.

It's the same as Ergou pretending to be fierce in front of him.

"The national teacher's words are serious." Ji Yunxi scolded in a tone that was not light or serious, but there was a faint smile in his eyes. "Bai Xiang manages a lot of things every day, and it is inevitable that there will be some omissions."

"It's the minister's slip of the tongue." Song Xuan lowered his head lightly, and took a step back, as if he was really restrained by something, unexpectedly obedient.

Someone from Bai Heng's party had already come forward to argue, but seeing Ji Yunxi's words, he didn't know whether he had just retreated or not.

"Your remonstrance, I take it very seriously." A slight smile appeared on Ji Yunxi's face, the numbness like a puppet at the beginning disappeared, and instead carried an indescribable sense of assertiveness. "Since you have the heart, you will have a court every three days. As for the harem...

"No need."

No one expected that Ji Yunxi would single out this matter.

"My body is weak, so I'm afraid it's not suitable for the harem now." Ji Yunxi's tone was slow, and the words were inadvertently lengthened. "When the time is right, it's not too late to discuss—"

"What does the national teacher think?"

This is for someone to hear.

Song Xuan couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, but on his face he bowed and acted: "The Holy One is wise."

When Ji Yunxi watched him bow his head, a strand of black hair fell down, and couldn't help but want to pick it up for him, and kneaded the roots of the red ears to see if the color would smudge to other places.

Song Xuan's move really caught Bai Heng by surprise, and now the red and white faces have been sung by the two of them, and Bai Xiang looked at each other, not knowing whether to persuade him, but seeing Bai Heng's pensive and forbearing face, he still didn't continue say what.

Afterwards, there were some common matters, Song Xuan installed wood on the side, and put on a face that refused to be thousands of miles away.

After the fight between him and Bai Xiang, all the officials seemed to have a different awe when they looked at the face of him, an expert from outside the world.

Ji Yunxi just listened, his face was cold, his eyes were unpredictable, falling on the white shadow at the side from time to time, but he couldn't help showing a slight smile, which was fleeting.

When the dynasty was over, Bai Heng smiled at Song Xuan: "The national teacher is so clever, I really didn't expect it."

Song Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were indifferent: "Everyone has their own position."

Bai Heng looked sarcastically: "Why don't I know, the national teacher still has a position?"

He was saying that when Song Xuan was in power, he first attached himself to Lu Qishang, and then agreed to conspire with him, playing tricks in two places, but now he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

"Foremost by the situation, it is indeed not the actions of a gentleman. If your lord is resentful, Song is willing to come to apologize." Song Xuan laughed. "But I'm really not a gentleman."

"Song has only one position from the beginning to the end," Song Xuan said with a warm expression, but firm eyes. "Song is a man of the Holy One."