big master, big liar

Thanks to the badge and privileges given to him by Ji Yunxi, Song Xuan can freely enter and leave the palace.

But Song Xuan never expected that he would meet Ji Yunxi in such a place.

It was the first time for him to come to the secret cell in the palace. The guards here were like walking corpses, and the sinners would rather die than die. Along the way, the thick smell of blood lingered in his nose, making him feel like he was in hell.

He knows the people in charge here.

It was a monk with a clear youthful face in a red robe. When Song Xuan came, he was sitting at the door reading scriptures, turning a deaf ear to the shrill voice. When he saw Song Xuan, he opened his lips slightly, showing a look of surprise.

"Jueyuan?" Song Xuan was stunned. He had heard that Jueyuan defected to Ji Yunxi, but he did not expect that he actually existed under Ji Yunxi's identity in this way.

Jue Yuan smiled silently.

"Is Your Majesty...here?" Song Xuan asked.

Jue Yuan nodded, but quickly shook his head again.

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback: "What does this mean?"

Jueyuan frowned, even he felt Ji Yunxi's weirdness these past few days, he subconsciously thought that it was definitely not a good decision for Song Xuan to see Ji Yunxi at this time.

He dipped some tea with his fingertips and wrote on the table: "You shouldn't come here."

Song Xuan smiled bitterly: "I understand, but I have to come."

Jue Yuan wrinkled his nose, and wanted to write something more, but suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and casually poured a whole cup of tea on the table, covering up the advice just now.

Song Xuan also saw the person coming, he sighed slightly, shifted the other person's sight, bent down and bowed in a dignified way: "My minister, Song Xuan, kowtow to the Holy Majesty."

Song Xuan lay on the ground, unable to see Ji Yunxi's expression, only a corner of his crow-blue cloak, which was embroidered with three-legged golden crows with gold thread.

The three-legged Golden Crow was originally screaming towards the sky, but now its eyes were a little red, it seemed to be weeping blood, and it was extremely shrill.

"Isn't the national teacher unable to retreat? Why is he free now?" Ji Yunxi's voice came from above, the tone was strange and cold.

"I have something to say." Song Xuan said softly.

Looking at Song Xuan's bowed head, Ji Yunxi felt a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't see his expression.

"Go down first." Ji Yunxi ordered Jueyuan.

Jueyuan looked hesitant, but did not leave.

Ji Yunxi's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his expression was slightly cold: "What? Are you old with the national teacher?"

The few people around him seemed to be connected with this person, but he alone couldn't remember anything.

Jueyuan saw that Ji Yunxi's expression was not good, he lowered his head slightly, silently recited a Buddha's name, and retreated.

Ji Yunxi didn't dislike the darkness of the prison, she sat in Jueyuan's seat, propped her head on one hand, and looked Song Xuan up and down: "Get up."

"Thank you, my lord." Song Xuangui rolled up his sleeves neatly, lowered his eyes, and looked obedient and honest.

He didn't dare to look at Ji Yunxi, because he was afraid of seeing those indifferent and emotionless eyes.

Ji Yunxi became irritable instead.

Last time this person kept calling him "Axi", but now he feels good and lowers his eyebrows to please his eyes.

His tone became more and more mocking: "The national teacher will go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what is the reason for coming this time?"

"I want to talk to me, what did I forget?"

He has searched his memory many times, and he has never felt that there is any missing part, but everything around him reminds him that Song Xuan is old with him.

It was as if he was the only one who didn't remember anything.

This sense of contradiction made him irritated.

"That's not the case." Song Xuan didn't seem to hear the malice in his tone, and went straight in. "The minister has something to ask the Holy One."

"Please?" Ji Yunxi's mockery faded away, and instead he looked at Song Xuan up and down.

"Yes," Song Xuan said in a low voice. "Pray for the release of the officials involved in this case."

Ji Yunxi didn't speak.

Song Xuan lifted the hem of his clothes and landed on his knees neatly. His voice was even and steady without any change: "The Holy Majesty imprisoned more than [-] officials, and now three of them have died, which is enough to deter the government and the public. I also ask the Holy Majesty to be extra merciful and slightly punished." , deal with them fairly—”

The shrill screams in the depths of the prison stopped at some point, and the place was as quiet and dark as a place of death.

Song Xuan stared fixedly at the golden crow on the corner of Ji Yunxi's clothes, his mind was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Can't think, don't think.

He has more important and urgent matters now.

Ji Yunxi raised his bowed head with his hand.

Song Xuan had no choice but to look directly into those cold eyes.

"National teacher," Ji Yunxi gently stroked his cheek, his eyes seemed like a bottomless pool. "Do you think that I will not kill you?"

Song Xuan's expression was calm: "I dare not."

"Don't dare?" Ji Yunxi suddenly laughed. "Why don't you dare?"

Song Xuan thought that he had been cheating for many years, and honed a mask of calmness.Probably for this moment, so as not to be too embarrassed.

"Zhu Yang said...you are my benefactor." Ji Yunxi's hand moved from his cheek to his throat.

This person's neck was long and his skin was as warm as nephrite jade. Now that he was raising his head, he gave people an illusion of exquisiteness and fragility.

Ji Yunxi suddenly had some ridiculous thoughts.

Even he himself didn't know where this idea came from, but it was like a hand that tugged at a fragile heartstring in him.

"My benefactor's entreaties, I will naturally consider them." Ji Yunxi's voice became hoarse. "...How much sincerity is the national teacher?"

Song Xuan's eyes were calm and gentle, and in this dark room full of blood, they became more and more clear: "If the Holy One is willing to agree to my request, I will die."

This was clearly the answer he wanted.

But for some reason, it annoyed him.

Ji Yunxi caressed Song Xuan's lips ambiguously, but his eyes were cold and gloomy: "What if I want a national teacher?"

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, and then quickly realized what Ji Yunxi meant.

There was a moment of blankness in his mind, and at this moment, those eyes that were imperceptible to the ancient well were filled with a faint helplessness and a smile.

His forbearance, which was restrained in every possible way, had a subtle change at this moment.

He was a little thankful, a little helpless, and even a little ashamed.

More still dumbfounding.

"This……"

He really didn't know what to say, saying that even if this little bastard lost his memory, he wouldn't forget to treat him badly?

Or call him a shameless means?

He was a little bit annoyed.

Ji Yunxi didn't understand why Song Xuan had such a reaction, but looking at the slight smile in Song Xuan's eyes, the coldness in his heart seemed to dissipate a little, and his tone became gentler: "The national teacher is not willing?"

"It's not that I don't want to," Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I just think...it's better to wait for the Holy One to recover his memory."

Ji Yunxi looked at him fixedly: "Master, I don't give you the right to bargain."

The smile at the corner of Song Xuan's mouth froze for a moment, but the helplessness in his eyes did not fade away.

"If the Holy Majesty likes it, then so be it."

It's not that he hasn't slept, he really has nothing to hesitate.

Say, get up.

But Ji Yunxi held her shoulder.

He said flatly, "It's right here."

Song Xuan was really stunned.

The crimson color climbed up his neck at a speed visible to the naked eye, dyed the roots of his ears, and finally the corners of his eyes and cheeks were slightly colored.

The corners of Ji Yunxi's mouth curled up, revealing a nasty but genuine smile.

"I want to be here, and I want a national teacher."