big master, big liar

The dense prison was as lifeless as before, with stone walls, lights, and the smell of blood permeating everywhere.

This place is more like a hell on earth. No one would have thought that there would be such a tragic place hidden under the resplendent and infinitely gorgeous imperial palace.

In the deepest and most secret cell of hell, there are subtle sounds.

The tall and strong figure overlapped with the other person, and was reflected on the stone wall by the candlelight, as if the shadow of some monster, accompanied by a subtle sound, moving with teeth and claws.

The owner of the figure seemed to be afraid of the environment, and almost restrained all his voices, leaving only the sound of small and messy breathing. His hands were bound by chains, and every movement would affect the slight sound of metal collisions.

The snow-white clothes fell on the ground, stained with dust, and swayed with the owner's movements, the cloud embroidery on it was gradually dirty to the point where it couldn't see its original appearance, and was finally completely peeled off.

In the end it all fell silent.

In the corner of this most secret prison cell, the young man hangs his head, his ink hair is scattered, sweat and dust are mixed, and there are crimson marks from the devil winding around his body, reflecting the chains on his arms, as if he has suffered some kind of evil. Nothing is more sinful than punishment.

"It turns out that the national teacher is just talking about being noble," Ji Yunxi murmured softly, but it seemed to be a curse from the depths of hell. "It still looks good like this."

Ji Yunxi was very excited by the appearance of that gentle and elegant person being torn off from the dust, messed up, and completely crushed and run over.

It seems that every inch and every place has been dyed with his own color.

The person he called had his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and a little bit of voice inadvertently leaked from his throat, but it was more like a low sigh: "Axi..."

Ji Yunxi's pupils shrank suddenly, and his lips were tightened.

It was clearly just a title, but it swept away his excitement. Instead, he dug out a big hole in his chest and gouged out the rotten flesh inside one after another.

pain.

When was the last time it hurt like this?

Ji Yunxi couldn't remember anything.

He squatted down, untied the chains wrapped around by his own hands, and put on clothes for the man to cover up the imprint he left.

Then involuntarily approached.

His lips touched those tightly closed eyes, with a care that he didn't even notice.

"Song Xuan..." Ji Yunxi remembered his name and pronounced it slowly, as if chewing on some emotion that kept gushing out.

He hugged the man, leaned against the wall, and gradually fell asleep.

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Ji Yunxi did not break his promise, he really released all the officials who were detained in the prison.

It's just that the people who came out, injured or sick, and occasionally a few with beards and tails, were also convicted, ranging from demoted from office to dismissed, to exile and ransacked homes.

It was as if no one knew what happened that day.

Ji Yunxi was still the out-of-control, absurd and twisted emperor, and Song Xuan still refused to go to court. Occasionally, Lu Qishang would come to him and tell him about the court affairs.

Compared with the first few days, Ji Yunxi finally calmed down a lot.

In other words, he has become more rational.

He built a new organization, called Zhao Yetai, to collect intelligence, supervise hundreds of officials, and only obey him. The people in it are all cold-blooded and cruel people. The leader is the one who wears a red monk robe and smiles innocently. Jue Yuan is an innocent young man.

All of a sudden, the courtiers were terrified, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

Lu Qishang was exhausted mentally and mentally. While pulling the impulsive civil servants from his camp, he also had to ease the relationship between the officials and the emperor, and he also had to guard against being caught and hurt his feet.

If something happens to him now, there is not even a single person who can control the direction in this huge court, and the situation will be even worse.

He can only hope that Song Xuan can persuade Ji Yunxi one day, after all, the release of the leading officials proves that Ji Yunxi still has a lingering affection for President Song Xuan.

Song Xuan's plans for him were powerless.

He hasn't been out of the Zhaixing Pavilion in the past few days, the reason is very simple - even if a certain emperor loses his memory, he will not treat himself badly, forgetting about the affair of stealing incense and jade.

Every night, on time and on time, a shameless but ignorant guest will appear in the room of the national teacher. After eating and drinking, he wipes his mouth and leaves.

If Song Xuan didn't know that the amnesia was true, he would even wonder if this person pretended to be like this on purpose to seek benefits that he would not normally get.

He didn't know whether to be more angry or more funny.

More, still helpless.

Lu Qishang didn't know the inside story, so he came to Song Xuan to complain, and Song Xuan could only sigh: "The Holy Majesty just recently...something happened, it wasn't his intention."

Lu Qishang's eyes were black and blue, and I don't know who thought that the dignified Lu Xiang was punched by someone: "I have told the Holy Majesty everything I can say, and now I am at the end of my rope, and I have not been ransacked. It is all mine. luck."

"Song Xuan, even you can't change His Majesty's mind." Lu Qishang looked flat, as if he was stating a fact. "We really have nowhere to go, unless..."

A sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Song Xuan was pouring tea for him, when he heard his words, his hand trembled, and the hot tea fell on the table: "Don't mess around."

Lu Qishang quickly took the teapot in his hand: "I didn't say anything, it was just a momentary thought, I haven't reached that point yet, what are you afraid of—"

Song Xuan frantically found a rag to wipe the table, but Lu Qishang's eyes suddenly froze.

Song Xuan's actions caused the lapel to loosen slightly, revealing the red and purple color at the collarbone, which was ambiguous and abusive, making Lu Qishang froze in place.

"Song Xuan, you..."

Song Xuan raised his head slightly, saw Lu Qishang's expression, suddenly realized something, paused, folded his lapels and said with a smile: "Look what, Dayao didn't say that the national teacher is not allowed to be romantic."

Lu Qishang is not a fool.

After such a long time, Song Xuan has no one around him, let alone a girl with whom he has a good relationship, and recently, he seems to be dazed, saying that he is going out for flirting now, it is simply a joke.

And the most important thing is that the trace doesn't look like it was left by a good girl at all. If it wasn't for Song Xuan's special hobbies, it seems that there can only be one result.

He suddenly realized how those more than 30 lives were exchanged.

"...I shouldn't have let you go." It was as if his blood had froze.

Song Xuan knew at the first sight that he might want to go elsewhere, and was a little embarrassed for a while. After thinking twice, he could only tell him the truth: "You think too much, and I have an affair with the Holy One. It's not what you think--"

If Song Xuan had said this a month ago, Lu Qishang would have believed it.

But now that Song Xuan said it, Lu Qishang would not believe it.

He had already read too many scripts, so he made Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi want to play a good show of bullying men and bullying men. Ji Yunxi begged but couldn't lose his reason, and now he showed a hideous face. Faint king proud.

Thinking about it one by one, everything fits perfectly.

Song Xuan's head got bigger now: "Don't think about it..."

However, the more Lu Qishang thought about it, the more he was right, and he rejected Song Xuan's explanation, but instead thought over and over again, and said in a low voice: "Song Xuan, if not... force the palace?"

"What?" Song Xuan was taken aback by him, and his face darkened randomly. "Lu Qishang!"

"I'm not joking, the way the Holy Majesty is acting now, sooner or later he will lose the hearts of the people... He even insulted you, you put all your heart into him, but he lost his virtue so much." Lu Qishang said with a sullen face. "He is the only son of the former emperor, but he is not the only one surnamed Ji."

"I'm not afraid of the crime of killing the king and betraying the lord. I became Prime Minister Lu because I wanted to save the people of the world." Lu Qishang already had a hint of breaking the boat in his eyes. "You are also a national teacher, and you can teach on behalf of the heavens, and you can support another one, so it may not be impossible--"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded outside the door: "Lu Xiang is really good at planning——"

The faces of the two powerless people immediately turned pale.

Ji Yunxi hugged Song Xuan into his arms without hesitation, twirling the tip of his tongue around his ear, and kissed him intimately.

But there was a cold smile between his brows: "It's rare for me to come to find a national teacher in the daytime, and I heard such a good show."

"National teacher, what do you think of Lu Xiang's strategy?"

Song Xuan took a deep breath: "Lord Lu was just in a daze—"

"Dizzy for a while? The national teacher is so perfunctory?" Ji Yunxi laughed softly. "Still... the national teacher wants to ask me to let Prime Minister Lu go again this time."

Lu Qishang's expression turned cold when he heard the words, and forced out two words between his teeth: "No need."

Ji Yunxi never even glanced at him, but there was a vortex of malice in his eyes: "Since Mr. Lu has such backbone, let's send him to Zhaoyetai. Break the bones one by one, let me see, this bone How hard is it?"

In the last sentence, the tone seems to be no longer casual.

Song Xuan's expression changed.

Zhu Yang came up to restrain Lu Qishang, saw Song Xuan's approaching eyes, nodded slightly, and escorted him out the door.

Only then did Song Xuan feel a little relieved.

But this reassurance did not exceed three seconds, and he became more and more heavy.

Ji Yunxi was still standing in front of him.