big master, big liar

As soon as he came to court, Song Xuan hurried to the gate of the palace.

Others didn't know what to do, and couldn't help but click their tongues at the national teacher's vengeance. It's fine to remember 21 sticks, and they have to be the first to watch the punishment in person.

To be honest, the job of imprisonment is indeed not what Song Xuan should do.

But he really didn't want to see a joke.

When he rushed there in a hurry, the stick bearer was about to drop the eighth stick, Song Xuan looked at it, his expression was terrified: "Wait!"

The prison guard turned his head and saw that it was Song Xuan, he immediately showed a smiling face and hurriedly saluted: "Master Guoshi."

Song Xuan frowned and asked him, "What are you doing?"

The guard looked bewildered: "Isn't it a decree from above?"

"Don't play dumb for me," Song Xuan's expression changed, but he lowered his voice. "Go up and say that the staff is responsible, but they don't say that the staff is dead."

This time, not only the guards, even Bai Heng, who was dazed under the court staff, also changed his color.

This method of torture has existed since ancient times. Even if you commit a crime in a local area, you have to pay some money to the yamen servant, asking him to only hurt the flesh and not kill his life.

How well Song Xuan knew Ji Yunxi. According to his temperament, he might have remembered Bai Heng long ago. Even if he took 21 sticks, he would definitely not just vent his anger.

He just came in a hurry, just looking at the posture of the person holding the stick, he knew that they were ruthless, and they really wanted to kill Bai Heng stick here.

"This..." The guard hesitated for a moment and said vaguely. "Master Guoshi, this is the meaning of the above, and we can't help it..."

What does this mean above?

Song Xuan was so angry that his teeth were itchy, he took out a piece of jade pendant from his bosom: "These 21 sticks, you just hit me honestly, no tricks are allowed."

"If someone asks, take this jade pendant and say it's what I mean. I'll go and explain to my superiors."

The guard took a look at the jade pendant, it was obviously the holy majesty's personal belongings.

He really hesitated.

Others don't know, but they are the guards who are most aware of the status of the national teacher in the heart of the Holy One.

Generally speaking, if the national teacher says one thing, the Holy Majesty will not say another. The Holy Majesty will not let the person who offends the national teacher see the sun of tomorrow.

And in the same way, if the national teacher wanted to save the person, the sage would probably not be determined to put him to death.

From this point of view, the consequences of offending the national teacher are indeed much more serious than offending the Holy Majesty.

Thinking about it this way, the guards really took the jade pendant and gave the executioner a look. The court stick was knocked down one by one, and even Bai Heng, an old bone, survived 21 sticks.

When the ministers arrived at the gate of the palace, Wen Chaoci was the first to rush forward and helped Bai Heng up, but was thrown away by Bai Heng.

"Song Xuan, you are so majestic." Bai Heng's back was already dripping with blood, he leaned halfway against the wall, swallowed a breath of wind, and coughed violently, but his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish. "Are you here to mock the old man?"

All the ministers didn't understand what he meant, they only thought that Song Xuan came to watch the execution in advance and angered Bai Heng.

Song Xuan's expression was indifferent: "I am for the sake of the Holy One, so you don't have to take it to heart."

Ji Yunxi didn't say it in front of him, but in order to sit in this position, I'm afraid he has committed a lot of murders.

But at the beginning, he had nowhere to go, and now, Song Xuan didn't want him to add unnecessary blood debt.

Even if he didn't care about it himself, Song Xuan wanted to care about it for him.

Bai Heng laughed wildly when he heard the words. His hair and beard were all white, he coughed and laughed, and his expression became more and more crazy: "For the sake of the Holy One? To make him fatuous? To make him a tyrant? To make him suffer from you ghosts?" Asylum of tricks, with you—"

"Please be careful," Song Xuan gently pressed his shoulder, with a faint threat in his eyes. "This is still the palace."

After all, Bai Heng wasn't crazy, it was just a moment of righteous indignation. After being beaten up like this by Song Xuan, his rationality returned a little, and he fell silent after all.

"I'll take you back." Song Xuan said lightly.

He really supported Bai Heng and walked out of the palace gate.

He sent Bai Heng to the carriage. Bai Heng was tortured and couldn't do anything, so he could only lie down in the carriage.

"The old man did two things wrong," his voice was a little old. "First, the old man shouldn't let you take the position of the national teacher."

"Second, the old man shouldn't make things difficult for you."

Song Xuan said, "You did nothing wrong."

Bai Heng laughed softly: "Then if we do it again, wouldn't it be possible to have today's event without that bastard's head shaved?"

"There will be more." Song Xuan said softly, "You shouldn't persecute His Majesty."

"For Song, you only did one thing wrong."

Bai Heng's eyes widened and he looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"Bai Heng hasn't done many good things, so it's only natural that he ended up like this. But the emperor's golden whip, I'm not mistaken."

"Arrogant, arrogant, cruel and bloodthirsty—"

"Is such a person really a wise gentleman?" He asked coldly. "My lord, ask yourself!"

"This is the root of our confrontation," Song Xuan said with bits and pieces of tenderness in his eyes. "You believe in Mingjun, and I believe in Your Majesty."

Ji Yunxi promised him that she would not let him down.

Song Xuan has such confidence.

This confidence does not come out of thin air.

He just watched Ji Yunxi suffer from headaches from those lengthy memoirs, and he had to suppress his temper to reply one by one.

Every now and then, he would find someone to teach him economics, history and arithmetic, cursing and talking nonsense while watching late into the night.

He even saw that Ji Ni was captured by Ji Yunxi, and the two of them checked the accounts overnight, just to settle the messy accounts presented by the account department.

Ji Yunxi doesn't like this, but he is learning to do it. No one taught him, but he has to find a way by himself.

It may not be understood by the world, and it does not meet any existing expectations, but it suits Ji Yunxi's path.

It was a seed that he cherished extremely, and now it has taken root in the dark soil, gradually taking root and sprouting.Perhaps one day, it will grow into a towering tree, supporting the thick sky and covering tens of thousands of people in the world.

Song Xuan chose to believe him.

And, guard him.

This is the source of all Song Xuan's anger and determination.