big master, big liar

"Where is the national teacher?"

Lu Qishang stood at the door of Zhaixing Pavilion with a cold face, with a scabbard in front of him.

And the person blocking him with a scabbard was Zhu Yang, who was smiling heartlessly at the moment: "Lord Lu, Mr. Song is not here."

Lu Qishang glanced at Zhu Yang. Few people didn't know him as an eccentric imperial guard who was on duty all the year round.

"The national teacher is not here? Then why is Zhu Yang's guard here?"

"Mr. Song asked me to wait for you here." Zhu Yang put the knife back into his arms. "He said that you will definitely come today. Let me do you a favor and wait for you here."

Lu Qishang's expression became even colder when he heard this, and he couldn't help snorting: "He is very calculating!"

First Song Xuan wanted to win him over to deal with Bai Heng, but he refused.After all, he is not as deep-rooted as the aristocratic family. Although he is against Bai Heng, he doesn't want to ignite the flames of war rashly.

But I don't know what kind of calculation he had with the Holy Master, and he took the risk of giving the position of Taifu to Bai Heng, and let Bai Heng's family dominate.This not only broke the original balance, but also forced him to stand on their side.

What a Song Xuan, I'm afraid he has gone crazy!

"Tell him, I agreed to what he told me last time." Lu Qishang's face was extremely ugly. "I just hope he can come up with some useful plans, otherwise no one can do anything to them!"

"I see," Zhu Yang saw that his face was ugly, and he was not in a hurry, just smiled and took out a book from his arms, and handed it to Lu Qishang.

Lu Qishang frowned and asked, "What is this?"

"It's the book Mr. Lu borrowed last time. This is the second half." Zhu Yang said slowly. "Mr. Song said that if you agree, I will lend you the second half of the book."

"What if I don't agree?"

Zhu Yang smiled as if watching the excitement: "Then let you stay cool, this book has long been out of print, you can find it yourself."

Lu Qishang was so angry that his face turned blue, he squeezed the book tightly, and said after a while: "Please tell him another word for me."

"You say."

"You tell him he's a fucking bastard."

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It's not that Song Xuan was so suspicious and teased Lu Qishang, it's because he has someone he needs to see more than Lu Qishang at the moment.

Jing Zhaoyin, who has been sitting steadily for three years, is well known as a modest gentleman and the favorite student of Bai Xiang.

Wen Chaoci.

"It's absolutely impossible for me to betray the teacher." Wen Chaoci's expression was gentle, and there was a faint indifference and unhappiness hidden under his handsome appearance. "There is no need for the national teacher to say any more, I just pretend that I have never heard of this matter."

Song Xuan was not surprised to get such an answer, the smile on his face didn't change at all, he just shook his fan again and again: "Lord Wen is indeed a gentleman."

Wen Chaoci's eyes were clear, but his words were distant: "I can't be praised by the national teacher, but I don't want to repay my favor."

"Repay kindness with revenge..." Song Xuan said flatly. "This word sums it up well. I think Miss Wen couldn't be more clear about it."

Wen Chaoci's expression sharpened, and he stood up suddenly: "What did you do to Chaoyan!"

Song Xuan laughed, and slapped him twice with a fan: "Sit down, sit down, I haven't done anything to Miss Wen, not only that, I also owe her a favor, I will never be rude to her. "

"Furthermore, you have kicked her out of Wen's house. If you say you hurt her the most, I'm afraid no one can compare to you, a real brother. Why do you have to act like a brother and sister?"

Wen Chaoci saw that his expression was not fake, so he sat down half-believingly, but was extremely disgusted with her words: "Where did you hear the rumors, Master Guoshi? Pointing out the family affairs of the subordinates, accusing the subordinates of revenge? Your wife excuse me."

"Disrespectful?" Song Xuan's eyes became inscrutable, and the corner of his mouth was filled with sarcasm. "Master Wen, I would like to ask you, the Wen family has neither power nor status, but is just an empty shell of an aristocratic family, why are you favored by Prime Minister Bai?"

Wen Chaoci was taken aback by his question, but Song Xuan didn't wait for his answer.

"Because you, Wen Chaoci, are noble? Gentle and dignified? Are you willing to believe it yourself?"

"Bai Xiang values ​​you because the position of Jing Zhaoyin is avoided by everyone, but you have been sitting there for three years. You still look like a gentleman. It's a problem that others can't solve... What do you think it's based on?"

Wen Chaoci pursed his lips: "Has the national teacher said enough? Are you here today to count down the officials?"

Song Xuan stepped forward, approached Wen Chaoci, lifted his chin with a fan, and said faintly: "Master Wen, why is he not like a gentleman now?"

"Because you know the answer, don't you?"

"It's Wen Chaoyan."

"It's the sister you kicked out who is protecting you."

Wen Chaoci's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a step back, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, his lips trembled open and closed, but he could only make a stern gesture: "...you shut up."

Yes, even though he didn't know it before, when Wen Chaoyan's identity was exposed, how could he not know it.

Song Xuan's eyes were clear, as if scooping up ice-cold lake water, clearly reflecting his ugly appearance at the moment.

"You enjoy the fame and power brought to you by Miss Wen, and you are a spotless gentleman...Wen Chaoci, you know who is supporting you in the mud, don't you?"

"Master Wen, you are really a slim lotus."

Song Xuan tapped the palm of his hand lightly with the fan bone, as if admiring, but his tone was indescribably cold.

"I didn't...I didn't really want to kick her out..."

Wen Chaoci's voice was like a gnat.

"That's right, it's the Wen family who drove her away, you just can't do anything." Song Xuan stared at him and chuckled. "Look, isn't your body clean again?"

Wen Chaoci finally fell silent.

Song Xuan was absolutely right, he straightforwardly revealed all the unsightly secrets and pains in his heart.

He Wen Chaoci has never been a gentleman, just a villain enjoying shelter, indulging in the dream of a high official and rich salary, accustomed to the flattery of his colleagues, and has turned a deaf ear to his sister's hardships for many years.

But after learning the truth, what did he do again? He reprimanded Wen Chaoyan, forced her to kneel in the ancestral hall to reflect, and finally even let the Wen family drive this younger sister who tried her best to protect her out of the house.

It's really not bad to repay kindness with hatred.

He has always known.

What exactly is oneself.

That's why the thunder was furious.

So it will become more and more noble.

Because he is nothing.

Wen Chaoci laughed softly, with endless mockery and disgust in his laughter: "You are right... National Teacher, you are right."

"I'm so clean."

"Clean and disgusting."

"So what?" Wen Chaoci sneered. "I betrayed my teacher, what will change?"

"Master Wen is a smart man. Since I have found you, I will naturally bring enough bargaining chips." Song Xuan put his hands on his shoulders, his voice gentle and powerful. "I might be able to make you... make amends."

"Prince Bai is down, and the chief assistant of the cabinet cannot be occupied by poor families. Naturally, the family needs another leader."

"Wen Xiang... Does that sound good, too?"

I don't know whether it was too tempting to call out, or his voice was too bewitching, Wen Chaoci's heart, which was originally full of self-loathing, also jumped.

"You see, Prime Minister Bai has three disciples, and you are by no means his favorite one. After leaving the position of Jing Zhaoyin, Wen Chaoyan can only help you to a limited extent. With you now, if you want to sit in the position of chief assistant, it is no different. In the Arabian Nights."

"...You...can do it?" Wen Chaoci said hesitantly.

"I am the national teacher, and I am also the national teacher of the Holy One." Song Xuan had a slight smile in his eyes. "No one will know what you did, we just need to give you a little push, don't we?"

Wen Chaoci stared straight at him, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

Song Xuan said slowly: "If you become the first assistant, the whole Wen family will naturally look forward to your lead. If you want to invite Miss Wen back then, it will not be a problem. There is always a girl who wants to make up for it. It's not impossible..."

"If I were you, I would definitely agree to this good business, even if there are some risks."

"Because you are a debtor."

Song Xuan's eyes were still so gentle and clear, as if from the beginning to the end, the accusations that cut open the skin and exposed his confidants did not come from his mouth.

His smile is still the same lazy, like a boring businessman, evaluating the value of his dirty innocence.

"I promise you."

Wen Chaoci looked at him fixedly, and sneered.

Yes, because he is a debtor.

Still a villain in debt.