big master, big liar

The days passed day by day, things like going to court, first time a stranger, second time acquaintance, with the experience of the first time, Song Xuan actually has nothing to fear.

Sometimes she even feels that the things in the court may be as few as those in the vegetable market, and if you get a three-point profit, you will have to get it back sooner or later.

It's just that he still spends less time participating and more time watching. After all, he is a layman who has suddenly risen to power. Whether it is politics or the world, there is not much room for him to comment.

This more or less calmed Bai Xiangyi's resentment towards him, and after a long time, they lived in peace—as for whether this was a show of face, or a reluctance to conflict from the bottom of their hearts, this is not what Song Xuan can do. Got it.

Fortunately, there is also Lu Qishang. Since the last time, he has really become a frequent visitor to the Zhaixing Pavilion. He has carried out what he said earlier, and he regards Song Xuan as a shortcut to find a job, and he is willing to teach him some courtesies. The mystery in the hall.

Song Xuan became more and more like a national teacher.

To be honest, with the position of a national teacher, there is really nothing serious to do on weekdays, except to be a wooden stake in the court, that is, to pretend to count luck in the Zhaixing Pavilion and pray for blessings.

Where did Song Xuan know these things, so he hung out with Fang Qiutang all day long.

At night, Ji Yunxi usually came to ask for a stay overnight pitifully, but this time Song Xuan hardened his heart and firmly refused to let him stay.

He reasoned with Ji Yunxi: "No matter how you say it, you are now enthroned. Every move must be recorded and recorded. You can stay in the Zhaixing Pavilion occasionally, but you always come to me, and it will take a long time." Yes, it’s always a matter of fact.”

Ji Yunxi whimpered and pestered him: "Who cares about them, let them decide."

Song Xuan also knew in his heart that once the wolf cub eats meat, it will be difficult to make him a vegetarian again.

But after all, he still has a ray of sanity left.

"Absolutely not." Song Xuan said with a straight face. "Now is not the time to be able to confront them."

Now that Ji Yunxi's foundation is unstable, let alone doing the right thing, even the emperor is acting in name only, how can Song Xuan cause trouble at this time.

With a gloomy face, Ji Yunxi got up suddenly and walked out in big strides.

Song Xuan frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I went to break their pens to see if they still remember." Ji Yunxi's voice was swishing and cold.

Song Xuan couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed: "You come back to me."

Ji Yunxi's footsteps stayed at the door, dawdling and not moving.

"Come back!" Song Xuan said again.

Only then did Ji Yunxi pace back, and reluctantly stood in front of Song Xuan.

Song Xuan smiled and scolded him: "Have you folded one pen, can you fold ten pens? It's his responsibility, and you are going to make things difficult for him."

"Then break their hands." Ji Yunxi's tone was gloomy and cold, not knowing whether it was anger or seriousness. "See if they still remember."

"Axi." Song Xuan's voice was lowered, with a hint of threat.

"...Brother." Ji Yunxi couldn't bear it anymore, turned her head and hugged Song Xuan tightly, and whispered softly in Song Xuan's ear. "My brother can't just give me no sweetness."

Song Xuan had a half-smile but not a smile: "You've been playing for half a day, and you're waiting here for me?"

Ji Yunxi didn't blush, and played with the pendant on Song Xuan's waist: "Not at night, during the day..."

"Don't even think about it during the day." Song Xuan answered firmly.

Ji Yunxi deliberately made a dejected look, even drooping her head.

This time Song Xuan didn't follow him, Ji Yunxi was weak and his mind was wild, blindly following him might not be a good thing.

Furthermore, Ji Yunxi has the guts to publicize prostitution in the daytime, but Song Xuan may not have the courage to do it.

Seeing that there was indeed no way out, Ji Yunxi leaned on Song Xuan again, ate tofu for a long time, and finally left reluctantly in the evening.

This scene has been staged many times in the past few days.

Thinking about the young man's blood, once he did that, it would be like turning on the floodgates, and it would be difficult to restrain himself.

So much so that during this period of time, every time Song Xuan stood on the court, he could feel that wolf-like gaze, as if he was going to eat him alive in this court hall.

Song Xuan could only show his old face, pretending not to see it.

In the eyes of others, it would only be that Ji Yunxi trusted the national teacher very much, and his every move depended on the national teacher's face, and there was a sense of admiration in his eyes.

It has to be said that in the interpretation of eyes, different people will still have considerable deviations.

It's just that what surprised the officials was not only this, but what made them more concerned was that Song Xuan, a newly promoted national teacher, was growing at an extremely fast speed.

Song Xuan didn't seem to have any bloat and vanity for his promotion like a poor boy who became rich.Except for a little discomfort, he perfectly fits the image that a country's national teacher should have.

He is modest and polite, alienated from the world, and does not express his political opinions rashly, but he must be respected by this paranoid new king.

This made Bai Heng hesitate. He vaguely had a premonition that perhaps he had chosen the best candidate under the desperation of power balance.

But seeing Song Xuan and Lu Qishang getting closer, Bai Heng thought again and again, it seems that he still can't let Song Xuan let himself go, the first debt must be recovered.

So after a few days in the court, some officials came out and asked Song Xuan a difficult problem.

The official mentioned an old incident, saying that there were sneaky riots in the capital a few years ago, and many officials were lying at home, but people had their heads shaved without anyone noticing.People say that the decapitated ghosts came to cut their hair, which means that the decapitated ghosts will go to hell after these people die.

I don't know where this legend came from, and it was spread in Shengjing for a while, causing people to panic. Later, Ji Hui ordered several celestial masters in the Zhaixing Pavilion to do it, and I don't know if it worked. In short, it never happened again .

But just two days ago, two more officials had their hair shaved in their sleep.

As soon as this matter was brought up, everyone's eyes turned to Song Xuan.

Everyone knows that now the Celestial Masters in Shengjing leave and scatter, and Song Xuan is replacing them.

But if Song Xuan can't solve this matter, it means that his national teacher may not be as good as the non-official celestial masters in Zhaixing Pavilion back then.

Not to mention shaking his position, but his reputation as a national teacher, I'm afraid it will not be as good as before.

Ji Yunxi also knew that this was aimed at Song Xuan, so his eyes were a little cold: "Under the emperor's feet, he can break into a private house without permission. Is Jing Zhaoyin a vegetarian?"

Jing Zhaoyin Wen Chaoci hurriedly came out to apologize.

Song Xuan laughed suddenly: "Since it's a sneaky mess, it's imperative to ask God's will."

Ji Yunxi looked over, he was the only person in the world who knew Song Xuan's details, so naturally he wouldn't take Bu Wen Tian's will seriously.

He just wanted to make sure if Song Xuan had really thought of a way.

But seeing Song Xuan dressed in white and wearing a jade belt, with a faint smile on his face, he said to him: "May the sage allow me some time to settle this matter?"

Manchu civil and military gazes once again fell on this national teacher, no matter whether they were suspicious or fearful, it seemed that in Song Xuan's eyes, they all disappeared into the invisible like a breeze and mountain haze.

Looking at Song Xuan's expression, Ji Yunxi suddenly realized that even he couldn't see the depth of Song Xuan at this moment.

But he saw Song Xuan blinking at him.

Ji Yunxi raised the corners of his mouth.

"can."

He readily agreed.