big master, big liar

When Ji Yunxi returned to the banquet, the drunkenness subsided completely, her expression was still as cold as ice, but her eyes were empty, she just drank the wine alone, not knowing what she was thinking.

The officials didn't notice the abnormality, but Princess Yinghuo asked in a low voice: "High Priest, has this been successful?"

Nanrong Jun nodded, causing Princess Yinghuo to chuckle: "So, he will definitely marry me?"

But he didn't want Nan Rongjun to shake his head.

"What do you mean?" Yinghuo hesitated for a moment, "Didn't you say that you would help me?"

"I am the high priest of Nantu, not the high priest of the princess." Nan Rongjun cast a glance at her, but Yingzhuo was silent.

"My decision should be the best decision for Nantu, not one that pleases the princess."

"This one from Dayao is indeed very difficult." Nan Rongjun narrowed his eyes slightly, and rubbed the wine glass lightly with his little finger. "Stubbornness is the only thing I've ever seen in my life. If it wasn't for being distracted by this poppy, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do it."

Only he himself knows that he is also weak now.

Mr. Nan Rong can indeed tamper with other people's thoughts and memories, but this ability is also limited.

The stronger the will of the person being tampered with, the more important the matter to be tampered with, the more effort will be consumed, and there may even be a risk of failure and backlash.

At the same time, it is also related to the time limit for changing this memory.

For example, the officials of the Sifang City at the front can make the other party believe in their fabricated identities with just a look and a word.

Of course, the duration is also short.

But this time, Mr. Nanrong wanted to permanently change Ji Yunxi's memory, and he almost exhausted all his strength to do so.

"Then... what did you do?" Out of respect for Mr. Nanrong, Yinghuo finally stopped entanglement.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard an announcement from outside: "The national teacher has arrived—"

After hearing this sound, Nanrong Jun showed a smile full of interest: "Coincidentally."

Yinghuo doesn't know why.

"You will know soon," Nan Rongjun's face was a little pale, but his smile didn't fade in the slightest. "I'm also curious about what I did."

Following the report of the palace people, a white figure rushed in very quickly outside the door, everyone looked intently, and it really was Song Xuan.

He was not wearing an official uniform, but a white robe that he was accustomed to, and there was no hair crown on his head, so he obviously came in a hurry.

Ji Yunxi was drinking with his head up, as if he didn't hear it.

Seeing the wine cup in Ji Yunxi's hand, Song Xuan didn't even have time to salute, he strode up and snatched it down, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, you can't drink this wine."

Ji Yunxi froze slightly, and looked up at him.

Before Song Xuan came, he was told that although there was something wrong with the drink, it was difficult to prove it for a while, and it was even harder to hold him accountable. If he was asked to keep a low profile, he could only come forward and remind him in a low voice.

"Master?" Ji Yunxi narrowed her eyes and looked at him quietly.

Song Xuan only thought that he had already drunk some and was in a daze, so he reached out and touched his face: "Ah Xi, how are you? Is there any discomfort?"

Ji Yunxi was silent for a moment, but her voice turned cold: "Master, who will allow you to overstep?"

Song Xuan's hands were motionless, as if frozen in this position.

"Go down." He said lightly. "no next time."

His voice was neither high nor low, but it just happened to be heard by the people below. Now everyone stopped the feast and watched the scene quietly.

Song Xuan stood on the spot, slowly withdrew his hand, and stared at Ji Yunxi in a daze.

Ji Yunxi's eyes were dark and dark, without the moonlight-like tenderness he was familiar with, nor the faintly dancing flames.

There is only an endless darkness, which makes Song Xuan feel strange.

However, Lu Qishang, the subordinate, had the courage to drag him down, and forced Song Xuan to lower his head: "The national teacher worked day and night, was so tired that he lost his head, and lost his dignity for a while, I hope the Holy One will make atonement—"

Ji Yunxi didn't answer, he looked at the wine cup in his hand indifferently: "The national teacher said, this wine can't be drunk?"

Song Xuan knelt on the ground, but fixed his eyes on him, with a dull expression: "Yes, I can't drink it."

"Is this wine sent by Nan Tu?" Ji Yunxi asked.

Ying Huo boldly replied: "Yes, this is my glass wine from Nantu. It is only for priests to drink. I don't know why the national teacher said that."

Ji Yunxi beckoned her to come up.

She seemed to be vaguely aware of something, and smiled charmingly at Ji Yunxi: "What are your orders?"

"Drink." Ji Yunxi was unmoved, but put the whole pot of wine in front of Yingzhuo.

Yinghuo's face changed slightly, but her smile became more charming: "I can't drink so much."

Ji Yunxi didn't say it a second time.

Yingzhuo had no choice but to hold the jug of wine, raised her head and drank it, she drank boldly, the crystal clear wine dripped down the corner of her mouth, and then along the small chin and neck, staining the clothes on her chest.

"Continue." Ji Yunxi asked another pot to be presented.

Yingzhuo's face really changed now, she saw that Ji Yunxi's situation was not right, and wanted to take advantage of it, but she didn't want to miss the mutton and cause a commotion.

She was really at a loss, what exactly did the high priest change about Ji Yunxi?He was clearly still that terrifying emperor.

wrong.

Yingzhuo slightly raised her eyes to look at Ji Yunxi, those dark, lifeless eyes stared at her, with the most malicious mockery in her eyes.

It's even scarier than it was.

Yinghuo trembled slightly.

She drank three pots of poppy wine, and finally she was in a trance, Nan Rongjun smiled and stood up to stop her: "The princess doesn't drink well, why should the majesty force it?"

After speaking, he added leisurely: "It's just that there is at least a conclusion on whether this wine can be drunk."

Ji Yunxi didn't speak.

Song Xuan knelt there firmly, his eyes never leaving Ji Yunxi for a moment, his fists clenched tightly.

Nan Rongjun didn't pursue it any further, after all, he had already seen what he wanted to see.

Until the end of the banquet, Ji Yunxi did not tell Song Xuan to get up, and the officials dispersed one after another. Lu Qishang hesitated for a moment, but finally left.

No one knows what happened between the two.

Everyone knows the Holy Majesty's favor and trust in the national teacher, two days ago, Song Xuan ignored the etiquette and ordered Song Xuan to sit beside him, but he turned his face on this day.

Or how to put it, thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king?How long this national teacher will be able to prosper is still unknown after all.

After everyone dispersed, Ji Yunxi still held his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Xuan knelt in front of him, motionless.

"This is not an example." Ji Yunxi said, got up and was about to leave.

Song Xuan suddenly stood up.

"Axi, have you...forgot about me?" Song Xuan looked at him fixedly, and asked the doubts that had been circling in his heart.

Ji Yunxi didn't speak.

Song Xuan finally realized that the current Ji Yunxi was exactly the same as the indifferent little prince when they first met.

Even more gloomy and alienated, deeply guarded.

Song Xuan approached him step by step: "Wangchuan City, Wuyun Temple, Sifang City... Axi, have you forgotten all of them?"

"What are you talking about?" Ji Yunxi finally frowned slightly. "Is the national teacher in a daze?"

Song Xuan felt cold all over his body, but he still asked, "How did you get back to Dejing when you were 16 years old?"

"I came back by myself." Ji Yunxi's eyes were flat.

The next moment, Song Xuan felt a chill on his neck.

It was Ji Yunxi's dagger in his sleeve.

Ji Yunxi's habit of carrying short soldiers with him has not changed from the beginning to the end, but Song Xuan never thought that the blade would be on his neck again.

The coldness that had come from the bottom of my heart finally invaded the bone marrow at this moment.

Ji Yunxi's eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see the slightest glimmer of light in them: "It's time for me to ask you."

"Master, are you crazy?"

The square inch distance around him has never allowed anyone to approach him. He didn't understand why this national teacher, who had little impression of him, would act so boldly.

Song Xuan looked at the delicate and cold eyebrows.

Wei Wei leaned forward.

The blade cut through his neck, and blood fell.

Song Xuan's lips landed on Ji Yunxi's forehead accurately.

"I'm probably crazy." Song Xuan murmured. "I want to kill Nan Rongjun."

Ji Yunxi's dagger was supposed to cut Song Xuan's throat, but for some reason, he withdrew his hand the moment he saw blood.

He felt strong, inexplicable emotions that prompted him to stop his behaviour.

But that emotion is like the magma under the extinct volcano, it is obviously hot and boiling, but for some reason, it can't erupt, it can only surge under the hard rock and thick soil.

In the end what happened?