big master, big liar

When Song Xuan went to court, his eyes were vaguely vain, his expression looked cold, but with an indescribable stiffness.

This made the courtiers, who had been waiting to see the excitement, laugh a little bit, and the white minister was vaguely complacent.

On the contrary, Lu Qishang came to him, half concerned, half mocking: "What's the matter? Did the national teacher let some female ghost suck all the energy?"

Song Xuan thought in his heart, didn't someone suck up his essence?Although she is not a female ghost, she is also like a flower and a jade.

Lu Qishang asked: "I heard that I have been in the palace for the past two days, so I can't think of a way to move the Holy One's rescuers?"

Song Xuan froze when he heard this, and couldn't help coughing: "You don't have to worry, I know this well."

"How many times have you made such a ghostly appearance?" Lu Qishang swept his eyes around him, and said indifferently. "I'm still making a bet with you. Subdue Wen Chaoci and solve the issue of the shaved ghost. As long as you do one thing, I will fulfill the agreement."

"But if you can't do both, remember what you said: I want to know the secret of your fortune-telling."

Song Xuan smiled silently: "Okay."

Lu Qishang didn't know where his confidence came from, but with a slumped face, he agreed firmly.

Obviously, Lu Qishang is not the only one who has such thoughts.Even Bai Xiangyi thought that Song Xuan was helpless for several days, just waiting to see him bow his head.

Someone mentioned in the early court: "I just heard the rumors this morning, and another official got up in the morning and found nothing. The officials in Beijing are panic-stricken. I don't know if there is any progress for the national teacher?"

All the ministers focused their eyes on Song Xuan, waiting for his reply.

Song Xuan took a step forward slowly, and said in a drawn-out tone: "There is no progress."

Everyone showed a look of "as expected".

Bai Xiang only stroked his beard, and then an official from the sect stood up, speaking sharply: "The official can't understand the words of the national teacher. It's just a mere brat making trouble. When the late emperor was here, a little punishment can solve it. How did you come to the National Teacher and feel helpless?"

Song Xuan glanced at him: "Yeah, I'm also surprised."

The official didn't understand the meaning of his words, so he could only continue: "Could it be that the national teacher deliberately delayed, or was unable to do so? We must give the world an explanation!"

Song Xuan nodded agreeingly: "Yes, as a national teacher, a certain should indeed explain something."

Song Xuan's obedient pandering made the official confused: "Then..."

"Then I have to ask, who told you that this matter was done by furtive?" Song Xuan asked with a half-smile.

The official vaguely sensed that Song Xuan's words were wrong: "Everyone in Beijing knows—"

"Everyone in Beijing is a national teacher?" Song Xuan cut off his words, with a slight and gentle smile on his lips, but the words were vaguely sharp. "Song is an imperial teacher appointed by the government, who understands yin and yang, knows the whole story, and is appointed on behalf of the heavens. Do you believe in Song, or do you believe in this rumor that came from nowhere?"

The official hesitated for a moment, but the other one reacted faster and answered quickly: "This matter is not a rumor. First of all, whether it is a sneaky act or not, the late emperor has already made a conclusion when he was there. Could it be that the national teacher questioned the late emperor?"

Song Xuan couldn't help but want to laugh.

In fact, when Ji Hui was here, the people who called out those celestial masters one after another were the officials in front of them.

But after Ji Hui's death, the conclusions drawn by the charlatans back then were unquestionable truths.

It's just that Song Xuan is also very familiar with the matter of using a big hat to suppress people. He only asked: "The first emperor was sneaky when he was around, so he must be like this now? My lord wants to say that Shengjing will not be able to ascend the throne until March. Sprites revive, ghosts rampant?"

The official was speechless for a while by Song Xuan's words, but he was also defeated.

Bai Xiang's face sank like water: "What does the national teacher mean?"

"What I mean is, I'm afraid that the so-called ghost shaving his head is just a farce." Song Xuan's eyes condensed down, and he became more and more powerful. "Isn't Bai Xiang not clear about the way?"

Bai Xiang silently pulled the corner of his mouth, even his beard was trembling: "I don't quite understand what the national teacher means."

Song Xuan laughed softly: "Lord Bai, if a ghost shaves his hair, there must be Yin Qi left on his body. Whether it is true or not, I only need a moment to know."

As he spoke, he ordered the three officials whose hair had been shaved to come forward.

Looking at Song Xuan's appearance, Bai Xiang felt a little uneasy, and reprimanded on his face: "If the national teacher has a ritual, you might as well do it in the Zhaixing Pavilion, but this is the court hall. I, Dayao, have never had such rules. .”

Song Xuan said slowly: "It's not a legal matter, I just look at the yin energy on a few adults."

Song Xuan walked over step by step, patted this one, touched that one, and made jokes like a donkey, which made all the officials feel very uncomfortable.

"It's three quarters."

"The four quarters of the day."

"Ugly time."

Song Xuan looked at the three people in front of him with his hands behind his back, and read slowly for three hours: "I should be right, right?"

All the ministers looked at each other in blank dismay, none of them understood what it meant, but the faces of these three were ashen.

Bai Xiangda frowned: "What does the national teacher mean?"

"They don't have yin energy on them, so I can only report the time when they shave their hair." Song Xuan had no smile on his face. "People say they have hair and skin, but they are not lying. The three adults are so cruel because they are afraid that the heat will hurt their bodies because it is summer."

Only then did the ministers understand Song Xuan's meaning.

After negotiating with Wen Chaoyan and reading her letter again, Song Xuan was vaguely convinced that the so-called ghost shavings now have nothing to do with Wen Chaoyan's earlier affairs, but were just embarrassments for himself.

If it were another person, even if they knew the truth, they would still suffer unspeakably, so they could only hold their noses and admit it.

But Song Xuan had another method.

Deceit and deception are nothing more than coaxing and intimidation. There is no reason for others to deceive, and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty can't deceive them.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Bai Xiang couldn't help frowning, and said to the three people: "Is what the national teacher said true?"

The three bowed their heads and dared not speak.

Song Xuan was full of smiles, and whispered to the three: "Your Excellency may not know something, but this hair-shaved ghost is not just a folk rumor. Although he didn't go to the door of several adults, but if several adults are so sincere Hope, I don't mind leading them the way—"

The three of them were already caught off guard, but after being frightened, one of them couldn't help but said: "Forgive me, Master, it is indeed us, we are waiting..."

There is no need to say anything later.

Bai Xiang frowned, looked at the three of them once, and looked at Song Xuan again, his eyes were full of emotions, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It seems that it is indeed going to be summer," a low voice suddenly came from above, and the person sitting on the dragon chair among the piles of embroidered and luxurious clothes was propping up his forehead, his eyes were full of indescribable expressions He joked: "Since the three of you are so afraid of the heat, you might as well take off your official uniforms."

The three people below were all taken aback, they never expected that Ji Yunxi, who had been silent all this time, would be so decisive when he opened his mouth.

"I was confused for a moment, and I asked the Holy One to forgive me—" The three hurriedly knelt down and apologized.

"Come here," Ji Yunxi said calmly and mercilessly. "The three adults want to change clothes, why don't you go up and serve?"

The guards were about to step forward to drag him, but suddenly saw the officials behind him kneeling down one after another: "My lord, this matter should not end like this—"

Even bolder people argued: "These three people just shaved their hair to enjoy the cool air, and they made up some random stories because they were not afraid of ridicule. The Holy Spirit is tolerant of all rivers and rivers, and he is virtuous, so these three people should be forgiven—"

"Pretending to be a ghost, deceiving people's hearts, deceiving the emperor and the teacher at the top, and fooling the people at the bottom." Ji Yunxi looked at the dragon chair with his fingertips and sneered. "That's not enough?"

There was silence below.

"I wondered who they borrowed their courage from, but now it seems that they understand."

They seemed to have never seen such a side of Ji Yunxi, that doll-like young man finally revealed his poisonous edges and sharpness at this moment.

"Shave your hair and enjoy the cool air? I think you are all confused." Ji Yunxi sneered. "Those who are kneeling now, one counts as one, throw them all into the water for me to cool off, if they are still awake, there is no need to come back in three days."

Those guards really lifted up the ministers on the ground meticulously, and went to the pool garden behind.

Now even Bai Heng and Lu Qishang were stunned, they didn't know how to stop the persuasion.

Only the young emperor sat on it, with the corners of his mouth raised, showing dazzling beauty and teasing.

It was clearly an absurd order, but it made everyone vaguely aware that from this moment on, Dayao's sky really changed.