big master, big liar

That night, thunder bursts and the autumn rain is cold.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

Ji Yunxi lay face up on the bed, her eyes were quiet, her brows were slightly frowned, but Song Xuan's expression kept replaying in her mind.

The man's soft lips trembled slightly, imprinted on his forehead, like a boulder falling on the lake in his heart, causing waves of waves.

He searched his memory of him again and again, but there was nothing to show.

How could such a bright person be so dull in his memory?

After all, he still couldn't fall asleep, got up and summoned outside the door: "Let Zhu Yang come to see me."

The guards didn't know what happened, they only knew that today's Holy Majesty was colder than usual, so they could only say yes.

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Song Xuan broke into the embassy where the Nantu envoy temporarily lived.

He was still wearing the white robe that he wore at night, and he had absorbed enough rain all the way here, dripping down the corners of his clothes, and soaking the delicate carpet under his feet.

Behind him, Nantu's guards confronted the embassy's guards in a stalemate.

"My lord," Nan Rongjun looked at him with a smile. "Your Majesty is here, and you are welcome from afar."

Song Xuan's voice was flat, but his gaze was like a knife: "You did it."

Nan Rongjun's smile was even wider: "Master Guoshi found out really quickly."

Now he was even more sure that Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi had a close relationship, and even meant a lot to each other.

Otherwise, Song Xuan would not have discovered Ji Yunxi's memory problem so quickly, let alone lost his composure.

Song Xuan in Sifang City is an old Jianghu with a knife rest on his neck as stable as Mount Tai.

"What? Is the national teacher planning to open the door to say what follows?" Nanrong Jun smiled. "I don't mind."

Song Xuan kicked the door shut.

His hair was wet, and the locks on his cheeks stuck to his skin, looking very distressed.

"I was just joking," Nan Rongjun said slowly, but there was a clear malicious sarcasm in his eyes. "But I didn't expect that the Emperor of Dayao and the Master of the State Teacher would have such a close relationship."

"Friends of life and death? Brotherly love?" Nan Rongjun deliberately slowed down his voice, his light-colored eyes made him look extraordinarily secretive. "Or... the addiction to broken sleeves?"

"It has nothing to do with you," Song Xuan said flatly, his voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing his anger. "what do you want?"

"I do not want anything."

Nan Rongjun has already found the answer he wanted on Song Xuan's face: "Or, the current situation is what I want."

The situation was even more interesting than he had imagined.

Song Xuan's relationship with Ji Yunxi seems to be not just a relative, friend, or lover, but more like the bridle of a strong horse. He restrains and comforts Ji Yunxi's violence and darkness, so that he will not be unscrupulous.

But what if there is no Song Xuan?

What if Song Xuan never appeared in his life from the beginning to the end?

What kind of abyss will this young, suspicious and vicious emperor pull the country into?

This is much more interesting and effective than stuffing a Yinghuo princess into the harem.

Moreover, he may also get extra gains.

Thinking of this, Nan Rongjun actually laughed: "If you must say that there is something I want... maybe it is you."

"Song Xuan."

"I want you to come with me."

Song Xuan stood in the same place, and he walked over step by step, gently twisting Song Xuan's wet hair, staring at him with those light-colored eyes: "You know, I am the only one in this world who can understand your people."

"We're the same, aren't we?"

Song Xuan sneered: "You understand me?"

He was not usually so sharp, but now he could no longer hide his hostility.

Nan Rongjun was not angry: "Yes, who else in this world can understand you except me? We are the only ones who are different from everyone else."

"Do you think Ji Yunxi understands you?" He said Ji Yunxi's name accurately for the first time, and noticed that Song Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. "No, he's just obsessed with you—besides, he's forgotten about you now, and if you leave now, he will never stop you."

Song Xuan was unmoved.

"You can go back to Nantu with me, and you will be the supreme god——different from the national teacher here, the priests in Nantu will be worshiped as real gods and enjoy the best of everything."

"What Ji Yunxi can give you, I can give you, and even more."

There was a faint ambiguity in Nan Rongjun's eyes, he didn't know if it was a real teasing, or a fake temptation.

"Have you said enough?" Song Xuan's usually soft eyes showed a hint of impatience at this moment. "I don't have the slightest interest in you or Nantu. I only come here for one purpose."

"It's impossible for Ji Yunxi to recover his memory." Nan Rongjun's words were extremely cruel. "Song Xuan, he will never remember."

"Also, he will become someone you don't know, another person."

A person's mind is very powerful, he only needs to focus on guiding Ji Yunxi to erase the existence of certain things.

Ji Yunxi's mind will complete those contradictory plots by itself, fabricate relatively reasonable lies, and regard it as his own experience.

In the end, there will be Ji Yunxi who has never had Song Xuan.

Before Nan Rongjun could be complacent, a burst of severe pain hit him. He looked down, and a crossbow arrow passed through his right shoulder.

On Song Xuan's arm was a crossbow with an exquisite structure. It was originally hidden under the loose sleeves, but now it was exposed openly.

He didn't expect that Song Xuan's defense of Ji Yunxi would be so fierce that he wanted to laugh for a while.

Song Xuan said quietly: "I'll ask you again."

"Impossible." Nanrong Jun answered firmly.

Song Xuan raised his hand slightly, the piercing sound sounded again, and the crossbow arrow passed through his left shoulder.

The severe pain made Nanrong Jun tremble uncontrollably, but he forced himself to laugh loudly: "Song Xuan, look at your current appearance, you are simply like a mad dog that has lost its master!"

Song Xuan didn't refute, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating his cold expression, followed by rumbling thunder.

Song Xuan's crossbow arrow aimed at his heart, the distance was no more than three inches.

Nan Rongjun was not at all confused: "You dare not kill me, Song Xuan, if you kill me, the two countries will surely go to war, and you and Ji Yunxi are the culprits—"

Song Xuan was unmoved.

"The most important thing is, even if I'm lying, if you kill me, no one will be able to restore Ji Yunxi's memory."

Song Xuan's eyes were calm, but he still didn't make a move in the end.

He kicked the door open with his foot: "Come on."

The guard outside the door answered in a low voice.

"From today, the embassy will be sealed off." Song Xuan said coldly. "Twelve hours to stare at the high priest."

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"...Mr. Song took you to avoid that man's pursuit and walk all the way to Sifang City." Zhu Yang whispered.

He didn't know what happened between the Holy Majesty and Song Guoshi. He only took two days off, but when he came back, everything changed. The Holy Majesty even asked him how he returned to Beijing when he was 16 years old.

Do I need to ask him?

The Holy Majesty himself should remember it better than anyone else.

Ji Yunxi pressed his forehead.

What Zhu Yang said, he couldn't remember at all.

In his memory, he fled in embarrassment all the way, hiding in Tibet and returning to Shengjing like a bereaved dog.

Who would take him on a leisurely tour of the mountains and rivers?How could anyone be willing to risk their lives to protect him?

To him, it seemed like a joke.

He did laugh, too.

He pulled the corner of his mouth: "Zhu Yang, you know the consequences of lying."

Zhu Yang really panicked now, these years Ji Yunxi looked fierce, but in fact he was much gentler than when he was young, and he didn't take people's lives easily.

But now, the unpredictable hostility has returned to him, even worse than it was many years ago.

The smile that always hung on Zhu Yang's face dissipated, one knee was extremely low, and his head was extremely low: "I swear by my life, there is absolutely no lie."

Ji Yunxi tapped the armrest of the chair with his knuckles. This was a small movement he and Song Xuanxue did, but he didn't realize it at the moment.His face was dark and unclear, and his words were even more unpredictable: "You mean, the national teacher is my benefactor, but I have forgotten him?"

Mr. Song is not only your benefactor.

Zhu Yang thought to himself, but seeing Ji Yunxi's weird attitude, he didn't dare to say it outright, so he could only nod his head: "Yes."

Ji Yunxi smiled faintly: "Go down."

Zhu Yang's back was already drenched in cold sweat, and he just felt that he had passed through the barrier of life and death.Until he went out, he didn't figure out what was wrong with the Holy Majesty.

Ji Yunxi's thoughts at this time were very simple.

There was a discrepancy between Zhu Yang's words and his memory.

Regardless of the root cause of this problem, the key point must be Song Xuan.

On his "benefactor".

Ji Yunxi thought of that person's focused gaze and soft lips again.

Not so eager to find out the truth.

He wanted to see what purpose this "benefactor" had.

He actually vaguely felt a malicious expectation, it was a certain place in his heart that was suppressed, just about to move.