big master, big liar

"Absolutely something is wrong," Fang Qiutang originally came to find Song Xuan to eat, drink and have fun, but he didn't want to hear about Nan Rongjun's appearance from Song Xuan, so he frowned instead. "No matter how you look at it, it's not right."

"The high priest left his family alone and ran all the way here just to force a woman into the harem?"

"Furthermore, even if this sacrificial priest gnawed on the joss stick and twisted it, and the incense ash hit his head stupidly, why did he appear in Sifang City in the first place?"

"There must be a lot to say here." Fang Qiutang made a decisive conclusion.

Turning around, he saw Song Xuan sitting by the window with a rather tired expression: "Everyone knows that there is a ghost here, but now the other party has not shown his feet, what are we messing about?"

Fang Qiutang looked at his leisurely appearance with disgust: "Song Xuan, this is a big deal."

"In Shengjing, everything is a big deal." Song Xuan has been a bit busy these days, and now he can't turn his head around. "It's useless to think about it now, at least let me rest for a couple of days and think about it later."

Even today, he was able to stay in this Star Picking Pavilion because of his busy schedule.

Tuguo's envoys have been here for a few days, and there are banquets and activities one after another. During the day, they go to court and do business, and they have to socialize at night, so they don't even have time to catch their breath.

Today, under the guise of deducing the secrets, he managed to hide back to the Star Picking Pavilion, but he didn't want to be nagged by Fang Qiutang again, and he had a headache for a while.

Seeing him being so lazy, Fang Qiutang snorted: "You have a big heart, and you are not afraid that some high priest will harm your Axi."

Song Xuan was not too worried, he was also wary of Mr. Nan Rong's peculiarity, and he had repeatedly told Ji Yunxi not to meet Mr. Nan Rong alone, and to stay away from him even under the eyes of everyone.

With Ji Yunxi's vigilance, I'm afraid that Mr. Nanrong won't even be able to touch him.

"If you ask me, you worry too much." Song Xuan said with a smile: "People like Mr. Nan Rong don't need to guess. No matter what means or path, there can only be one ultimate goal."

People are always the same, the more they have nothing, the more they want something.

People with silver want gold, people with wives want concubines, poor people want food and clothing, and people with food and clothing want status.

If someone wants everything, it is probably because they have nothing.

But if a person is noble and wealthy, then his wish is probably easy to guess.

Because there is always one thing on top of his head, something that he doesn't have but can't forget.

Such as the lost land, such as Dayao's world.

"These people put so much thought into it, and took such a long way, but the ultimate goal is always the same." Song Xuan stretched his waist. "Just wait for them. Soldiers will come to block you, and water will come to cover you. How can you stop eating for them?"

Fang Qiutang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Song Xuan was right, but no matter how he heard it, it was too relaxed, and people couldn't help but doubt his sense of responsibility as a national teacher.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Xuan took out two jugs of wine and two glass cups from the cabinet, filled them up for Fang Qiutang, and said with a smile: "The world's great achievements are all the ambitions of big men, you and I People like this are still suitable for drinking, eating meat, and taking a break from the busy schedule. This is the happiest."

Fang Qiutang narrowed his fox eyes, and smiled half-smile: "How come the national teacher has learned to be so hypocritical, aren't you a big shot?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "No."

"Then who is the big shot?"

"A great man must be a family, a country, a country, a big heart, a sense of responsibility, the courage to let go, the determination to betray, and the determination to do whatever it takes." Song Xuan said with a smile, taking a sip of his drink. "I don't have any."

"It's just a common man," Song Xuan stared at the drink, shaking his head like a sour scholar. "For us, it's just two taels of thin wine, three points of the moon, very cheap - enough, enough."

"You can say it." Seeing that what he said was interesting, Fang Qiutang picked up the wine cup and took a sip too.

Song Xuan challenged him with a smile: "I said this, so it's only worth Boss Fang's sip."

Fang Qiutang drank the wine in one gulp: "You are right."

But she didn't want to put it down just now, Fang Qiutang's expression suddenly changed: "Song Xuan, your wine..."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Fang Qiutang hastily poured some more out of the jug, dipped a little bit with his index finger, and tasted it carefully on the tip of his tongue, his expression became more serious: "Where did you get this wine?"

"Nantu came here as a tribute. Because of his good looks, Axi gave me some favors." Seeing his reaction, Song Xuan suddenly changed color. "Could it be poisonous in here?"

"It's not poison, it's not in the palace of poison that we can't find it." Fang Qiutang stared at the wine, as if he had seen a ghost. "This stuff is poppy wine."

Song Xuan didn't understand, so: "What?"

"You only drink such a small amount of this wine, and you don't feel it yet. If you drink too much, you will be delirious and ecstatic. If you drink more, you may become addicted. If you don't drink for a period of time, you will feel overwhelmed with pain. "

"I heard that this stuff can be used as medicine, but drinking it...is definitely harmful." Fang Qiutang's expression was serious.

Song Xuan's complexion also became ugly, and he got up immediately: "I'm going to the palace right away."

Fang Qiutang didn't stop him, just said: "You don't have to worry about it, it's not so serious if you eat it by mistake just once, just don't touch it again in the future."

Song Xuan nodded, hurriedly put on his outer robe, and rushed to the palace.

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Ji Yunxi propped his head on one hand, his mind was in a trance.

He has always had a good capacity for drinking, but today he was faintly drunk, and he was a little bit powerless.

"Change."

He muttered in a low voice, not wanting others to look strange, he stood up, but every step seemed to be stepping on the clouds, so soft and unreal.

He didn't know where he had gone, but suddenly saw Song Xuan's figure.

"Brother..." He grabbed the man's sleeve and his eyes were clouded. "I'm drunk."

The corner of Song Xuan's mouth slightly raised: "My lord."

"Your Majesty, let's rest for a while." Song Xuan hugged him and whispered in his ear.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a dagger pierced Song Xuan's chest.

Song Xuan's figure retreated quickly, but the point of the knife still pierced in, and the bright red blood soaked the clothes on his chest.

The man looked shocked, and laughed after a while: "Sure enough."

Ji Yunxi stood where he was, his expression still hazy, but his eyes had a faint cold light.

"You are not Song Xuan."

The man took two steps forward and smiled softly, the color of his eyes gradually changed, turning into the color of glazed pearls.

His silhouette gradually blurred in front of Ji Yunxi, leaving only those strange eyes, like a monster from the abyss, calling to him from afar.