big master, big liar

After the banquet, Song Xuan didn't show up for half a month, and even in the name of speculating on the secret, he didn't go to court.

Fang Qiutang, Lu Qishang, and Zhu Yang came here, but the person who came most often never came.

He put the high priest and princess from Nantu under house arrest. He thought that the court officials would get news soon, but for some reason, he didn't receive the news of his impeachment.

On the contrary, the calm was a little weird.

Song Xuan didn't have the heart to take these things into consideration. If Mr. Nanrong didn't let go, he could only think of his own way.

He couldn't find anyone else, so he looked for a well-educated hermit, an imperial physician at the Royal Hospital, and a charlatan who had escaped from Shengjing for many years—it is conceivable that he didn't get any useful answers.

When Lu Qishang came for the third time, he finally saw Song Xuan's true self.

The man had a disheveled bun and looked tired. He supported his head with one hand and flipped through an ancient book with the other. He didn't respond to the outside world at all, as if he had fallen into a bewilderment.

"Song Xuan." Lu Qishang called him, but Song Xuan didn't respond.

"My lord!" Lu Qishang shouted helplessly.

Song Xuan was taken aback, raised his head, saw that it was him, and forced a smile: "It's you."

Lu Qishang looked stern: "What's wrong with you?"

He is a person who doesn't know the truth, he only knows that Song Xuan and the Holy Majesty turned against each other overnight, and since then Song Xuan has been depressed, and the Holy Majesty seems to have changed into a different person.

"I..." Song Xuan was silent for a moment, he had no strength to explain anything.

He doesn't want to confide, doesn't want to complain, he can't see hope, can't find direction, but he can only move forward.

Song Xuan had never encountered such a depressing predicament.

Lu Qishang stared at him: "Song Xuan, I don't ask what happened between you and the Holy Majesty, I'm here to beg you this time."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, Lu Qishang was always resourceful, and most of the exchanges with him were back and forth, and it was rare for him to be so straightforward.

Lu Qishang's expression was indeed not very good, he was serious and dignified: "I'm here to beg you for help."

"Save whose life?"

"Save the lives of civil and military officials." With a gloomy face, Lu Qishang informed all the situation of the court in the past few days.

Only then did Song Xuan realize why no one paid attention to the Nantu envoy these days.

On the second day of the banquet, Ji Yunxi shot a third-rank civil servant to death in front of everyone.

The minister did make a mistake, but he was smooth and good at dancing, so no one impeached him.

But Ji Yunxi didn't need a memorial.

He found another channel to spy on the secret crimes of hundreds of officials. In the past few days, dozens of officials were arrested, but they were not handed over to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple. Instead, they were all taken to the secret prison in the palace.

And this unlucky guy who died on the spot was just a shock to everyone.

The word "stick dead" is usually just two words on the document, but Ji Yunxi put him on the court, and asked these people to see with their own eyes that the colleagues who were standing next to him in the morning, the next day For a moment, amidst the wailing one after another, it gradually disappeared.

The blood spread to their feet and gradually dried up, as if an evil spirit rushed from the bottom of their feet to the top of their heads.

The high-ranking emperor smiled and asked them: "Are you happy to see it?"

That smile was brilliant and unparalleled, but his eyes were empty and cold, as if poisoned.

"Zhuqing always advised me to be a saint and a wise king. Now I have thought clearly." Ji Yunxi's voice was soft, but with indescribable mockery. "I can't be a holy man alone, but this court hides filth, right?"

"Zhuqing dare not wash, so I will wash it." He looked at the dark red blood on the ground and the officials kneeling on the ground, and laughed softly. "Look, isn't this court hall much cleaner?"

Overnight, the situation changed.

When Lu Qishang said this, he still had lingering fears in his heart. He said in a low voice, "The Holy Majesty has completely changed."

None of the people who entered the secret prison came out again. The two men were convicted a few days ago, but what came out were two horrific corpses. Their bones and flesh were stripped and their faces were beyond recognition. They didn't even dare to make people think about what happened.

"Song Xuan, the government should be cleared up, the court should be suppressed, and I also understand that the Holy Majesty is concentrating power, so it shouldn't be like this—" Lu Qishang's voice was low, and his expression was solemn. "If this continues, the entire court will be destroyed, even Dayao..."

Song Xuan was also stunned when he heard the words.

These days he was in a panic, only thinking that his sweetheart had forgotten him, and he was upset, but he didn't think of Nan Rongjun's ability, which caused more serious consequences.

Nan Rongjun's prediction was not bad at all.

Ji Yunxi without Song Xuan, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a monster with coldness to the marrow.

A monster with no empathy and compassion, who endured dormancy for many years, hated everything, and was violent, became the emperor of Dayao.

This is the greatest show ever.

"The only thing I can think of is you," Lu Qishang said solemnly. "Song Xuan, the Holy Majesty may be willing to listen to what you say."

He remembered that when Song Xuan gained power, the two of them were almost one, and what Song Xuan said, Ji Yunxi had nothing to do.

At this moment, he could only think of Song Xuan.

Song Xuan stood up and said softly, "I see."

"Your Majesty is different from me...in the past, my words may not be effective, so I can only give it a try." Song Xuan was still the tired Song Xuan, but his voice was firm and soft.

Lu Qishang nodded solemnly.

He knew that Song Xuan would agree, even with Ji Yunxi's current state, Song Xuan might not even be able to come out in full after entering the palace.

But Song Xuan would still agree.

"But there is one thing," Song Xuan said to Lu Qishang. "If something happens to me in the palace, you must take care of the embassy and never let Mr. Nanrong leave."

Lu Qishang looked slightly puzzled: "Why?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "I don't have the energy to make it clear now, you just remember that if I have something to do, I must not let Mr. Nan Rong go. Fang Qiutang knows about this, so you can ask him for help."

Lu Qishang nodded: "Okay."

Song Xuan looked around the Zhaixing Pavilion, finally sighed, rearranged his clothes, and walked out the door.

He's going... to meet his sweetheart.

Song Xuan smiled wryly.