big master, big liar

Ji Yunxi's birthday made the court rest for a few days, and the officials didn't know if they had rested and recuperated, but Ji Yunxi was the kind who almost became a faint king—the lotus tent.

When Song Xuan was rarely so docile and soft, he actually let him mess around, even if he refused a few words occasionally, and he asked softly, he followed him.

On the day of the court, Ji Yunxi could be considered to be in complete comfort, with a contented smile on the corners of her brows and eyes.

But not wanting to head on is an annoyance.

The party headed by Prime Minister Bai once again brought up the issue of concubines in the harem, but this time the person who submitted the letter was no longer a pawn, and even Bai Heng himself was removed from the scene.

Perhaps it was the dance performance on the birthday that made them discover something unusual—even though the emperor's filial piety had passed long ago, the sage had no intention of extending his heirs at all, and he was not even willing to touch women.

This became the number one event in the minds of the ministers.

Ji Yunxi couldn't help looking at Song Xuan from the moment they proposed to be a concubine, turning a deaf ear to the earnest advice from below.

"The Holy Majesty doesn't want to accept a concubine, but he has other ideas?" Bai Xiang suddenly interrupted the endless persuasion with a loud voice.

Song Xuan's eyes trembled.

Ji Yunxi was the most calm one, his eyes slanted, and he smiled half-smile: "So what if you are, so what if you are not? My private affairs, what are you doing?"

Since the first few times of suppression, he has become less and less concerned about these people.

"My lord is wrong!" Bai Heng's beard was trembling. "The son of heaven has no family affairs, and the succession of the emperor's heirs is a major matter for the country! A country without a descendant is like a world without a mother, and a country without a heir, how can the country continue?"

Ji Yunxi got really annoyed: "It's just a crown prince. There are so many people surnamed Ji in this world who are eagerly looking forward to it. Are you afraid that you won't find anyone?"

"What are you talking about!" Bai Heng was so angry that he dropped the wat board in his hand, and yelled at the court. "Orthodox...does the Holy One know how to write the word orthodox? I was deluded by some dirty servant! He even ignored the foundation of the ancestors!"

Ji Yunxi's expression changed when he heard the words, and he stood up with a "huh".

"Holy."

Song Xuan called softly beside him.

Ji Yunxi's expression was gloomy and cold, and he remained motionless, with his fists clenched tightly by his side.

"My lord!" Song Xuansheng was afraid that he would do something, so he slightly raised his voice.

"Retire!" Ji Yunxi gritted his teeth and flicked his sleeves, turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, Bai Heng's voice sounded from behind.

Ji Yunxi turned around, and saw Bai Xiang standing there straight: "If the Holy One insists on this, the old minister can only ask the emperor's law—"

All the officials were in an uproar, even Ji Yunxi turned his head and looked at Bai Heng.

Bai Heng did not retreat at all, but his old eyes were as sharp as knives, and he became more and more aggressive: "Since the Holy Majesty took the throne, he has not been diligent in political affairs, disrespected his ancestors, not close to virtuous ministers, and not far from sycophants..."

He counted Ji Yunxi's mistakes one by one, each one seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times, clearly showing that Ji Yunxi was completely different from the Mingjun he wanted in his heart, but afterward, he couldn't tell whether it was more deterrence or more anger.

"...Now he even abandons the foundation of his ancestors, even if it cools the hearts of all the people in the world, he doesn't care. How can he be an emperor if he is so unkind and filial?"

Ji Yunxi stood on the high platform and looked at him from a distance, but he didn't seem to be half-reflective.

Bai Heng spoke in such a hurry that he coughed and almost lost his breath. After a while, he came along and said loudly: "If the Holy Majesty is obsessed with his obsession, the old minister will have to ask for the golden whip bestowed by the emperor."

Song Xuan's heart sank, and all the officials never expected that things would come to this point. Looking at Bai Heng's expression, they were also 12 very serious.

The elder of Baiheng's three dynasties, the emperor's ancestor left early, entrusted Ji Hui when he was young, and even gave him a golden whip to beat the faint king and punish the treacherous, but it has not been used yet.

Ji Hui was blindly avoiding it, but Ji Yunxi was young and vigorous, so openly fighting, but Bai Heng sacrificed.

The golden whip was shining brightly, piercing Song Xuan's eyes.

Ji Yunxi walked down step by step, staring fixedly at Bai Heng, the sarcasm in his eyes was even worse, almost overwhelming Bai Heng's arrogance.

"You threatened me?" he asked with a sneer.

Bai Heng didn't take a step back: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"I'm not at fault." Ji Yunxi said.

"Then the old minister can only overstep." Bai Heng picked up the golden whip and said loudly. "Whoever sees this thing is like the emperor's ancestor in person—"

All the ministers huffed and knelt on the ground, and everyone's forehead was covered with cold sweat, not knowing where the matter would develop.

Only Ji Yunxi stood there.

"My lord." Bai Heng looked at him.

Ji Yunxi's eyes were indifferent, he lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down.

Song Xuan watched helplessly as the young man's back was straight and he knelt before a golden whip.

"A total of three seven and twenty-one lashes, to reprimand the faint king and clean up the treacherous sycophants." Bai Heng asked. "My lord, let me ask again, do you have the heart to repent?"

"I have no fault."

Ji Yunxi's answer was even and steady.

Song Xuan was the first one who couldn't help it: "Master Bai, no!"

"Master!" Ji Yunxi's voice was cold and harsh.

Song Xuan turned a deaf ear and hurried to come out, but Ji Yunxi's voice was even colder: "Song Xuan, you go back!"

Beat the faint king at the top, punish the traitor at the bottom, and the faint king is kneeling here, who is that traitor?

In this court, only Song Xuan is his person.They are back to back, two people who are alone and helpless.

As he said that, a guard stepped forward and stopped Song Xuan from struggling. He could only watch helplessly as Ji Yunxi took off his outer robe and crown, and lay flatly on top of the court hall.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes were dark, there was no trace of resentment, only endless mockery and coldness.

"Please forgive the old minister for presumptuousness." Bai Heng said, raising his golden whip high.

"one--"

"two--"

"three--"

The heavy braids fell on his back, and the white jacket faintly showed blood.

The court hall was silent, Ji Yunxi clenched her teeth, her lips were pale, bloodshot eyes appeared in her originally beautifully shaped eyes, veins bulged, sweat dripped down her forehead, slipped into her eyes, neck, and moistened the fragile skin.

That incomparably gorgeous person actually carried a dangerous forbearance at this moment, as if he was about to be destroyed in this bloody tyranny in the next moment.

Song Xuan's nails dug into the palm of his hand.

Anger and pain collided crazily in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest.

Ji Yunxi has suffered too much.

And when the lash hit his back again, Song Xuan felt unbearably distressed.

That's the one on his heart.

It is his softest and deepest secret.

"seven--"

When the whip fell, it was finally replaced by Ji Yunxi's muffled groan.

"Enough--" Song Xuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, he could no longer take into account any warnings from Ji Yunxi, and he couldn't even take care of his own sanity.

"Eight--"

The whip didn't land on Ji Yunxi's body, but it left a red mark on Song Xuan's hand, blood slowly oozing out.

Song Xuan gripped the whip tightly, blood stained the whip and mixed with Ji Yunxi's blood.

He whispered softly: "Enough..."

Ji Yunxi didn't look up: "You go back."

Song Xuan gripped the whip, gritted his teeth and saluted Bai Heng: "Master Bai, please stop, Your Majesty is weak and cannot bear such a punishment—"

Bai Heng stared at him for a moment: "The national teacher is right, the remaining fourteen whips—"

"Song is willing to lead the sage on his behalf." Song Xuan replied without thinking.

"Song Xuan, you are crazy." Ji Yunxi almost growled in a low voice.

"The national teacher is joking, a country's national teacher, who teaches the way on behalf of heaven, can't be beaten, can't be beaten." Bai Heng said suddenly. "Forget it, it's time for the Holy Majesty to reflect on himself."

After all, Bai Heng put down his whip, and Song Xuan heaved a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Song," Bai Heng said suddenly. "Old man, no matter what you were before, now, you are Dayao's national teacher."

Song Xuan suddenly raised his head, and looked at Bai Heng, his expression was no longer calm and easy-going, it was the first time it was sharp and angry.

"Thank you for your reminder, sir, someone Song understands."

He said it word for word.