big master, big liar

Ji Yunxi really poked a big hole in Dayao's court this time.

The courtiers cleaned up nearly half of them, but within a month, the old ones were old, and those who were sick claimed to be sick, and those who remained were trembling and at a loss.As the year approached, the court became increasingly depressed.

On Song Xuan's side, he still wanted to drag Ji Yunxi to apologize to Lu Qishang with a smile on his face: "I wronged Mr. Lu a few days ago."

Ji Yunxi's expression was cold and indifferent. Although he was sober, he still remembered the incident of Lu Qishang pushing Song Xuan to force the palace.

If Song Xuan hadn't spoken good words for him and analyzed the pros and cons, saying that the court cannot do without Lu Qishang, he would have punished Lu Qishang long ago.

"Don't dare," Lu Qishang frowned, his eyes wandering between Ji Yunxi and Song Xuan: "It's just..."

Song Xuan smiled and said: "What I told you at the beginning was not a lie. I did have an affair with the Holy One, but the Holy One let the priest from Nantu bewitch his mind first, so..."

He briefly mentioned Mr. Nanrong's ability and what happened in the past few days, and concealed the section about his own reading of people's memories and memory reflux, and only said that Ji Yunxi broke through the shackles by himself.

Lu Qishang hesitated for a moment, but reconfirmed: "Are you really voluntary?"

Ji Yunxi couldn't help but sneer: "I think Lu Xiang hasn't had enough to eat in prison."

How dare he question Song Xuan's friendship with him.

Lu Qishang was imprisoned here for a while, but he became bolder: "Since the Holy Majesty brought me up, it means that I, Lu Qishang, are still useful. If my guess is wrong, the Holy Majesty will send me back to eat in prison."

His sense of smell is the best, even if Ji Yunxi lost his memory, his crime of rebelling against the king and conspiracy is real.

But now he was released intact, and the majestic national teacher was pressing down on the Holy Majesty to give him a smiley face, and he wanted to know why.

Because the basket Ji Yunxi poked was too big to be closed.

Sure enough, before Ji Yunxi had time to retort, Song Xuan pressed her down and whispered in his ear: "Be good to me, and if you cause me trouble again, I will deal with you."

Ji Yunxi reluctantly sat aside, and began to think about how Song Xuan planned to "get rid of" him.

Song Xuan poured tea for Lu Qishang with a smile: "Lord Lu, your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Lu Qishang had never seen these two people getting along in private, but now that he saw them, he believed Song Xuan's words.

Such a casual tacit understanding cannot be faked.

Lu Qishang didn't have the intention to make things difficult for him, so he drank a cup of tea, moistened his throat, and then said, "In my opinion, you don't have to worry too much about the Nantu matter. If they have the strength to fight openly, why bother?" Then the high priest himself came to stir up this muddy water?"

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment: "You mean..."

"Nantu was frightened by His Majesty's beating back then, and his vitality was hurt. These years of recuperation may not be enough. If he wants to take revenge, he will have to wait for a few years. Now there is nothing to fear."

Lu Qishang put the empty tea cup aside: "The problem is, if you don't come now, it doesn't mean you won't come in the future. There are some things that you have to remember and be ready so that you won't be caught off guard."

Song Xuan nodded yes, and handed him another cup: "Then now in the hall..."

That's the tricky part.

The court was bloodbathed by Ji Yunxi, and no one dared to speak out, no one could use it. The already lifeless court was even more silent now.

Lu Qishang frowned and hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "The upward situation may not necessarily be a bad thing."

"Dayao has come to the end of the year, and too many problems are from top to bottom, and it is hard to get back." When Lu Qishang was in prison, he had a vague thought, but he didn't think about it carefully.Now that I think about it carefully, I feel more and more feasible. "Now that His Majesty has personally shuffled the upper deck, it is a good opportunity to clean it up."

Song Xuan didn't understand this, so he hesitated for a moment: "But now the resignation memorial will flood the Holy Majesty's desk, I'm afraid..."

"If you can't break it, you can't stand it, yes, if you can't break it, you can't stand it." When Lu Qishang said this, he straightened himself out, his eyes were terribly bright. "Song Xuan, I've been waiting for today—no, I didn't even dare to think about today's situation."

"This is the opportunity God bestowed on Dayao." Lu Qishang was shining brightly. "The imperial examination will be held in March next year, and there will still be a group of newcomers to make up for it. Before that, we will clean up officials and push for new laws—there is no better opportunity than this."

Seeing the excitement he said, Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That year was about to close, and now there are many fewer officials in various ministries, what should I do—"

"Do whatever you want," Lu Qishang sneered. "Do you really need so many officials to become Dayao? The number of officials in Taizu was less than two to three out of ten. Why don't you come here anyway? They are all parasites, and they will be cleared up. No, it should be cleared up." -"

Song Xuan never expected that Ji Yunxi lost control this time, causing a bloodbath and panic.Falling here with Lu Qishang was inexplicably a good thing.

"Then Zhaoyetai..." Song Xuan thought of such an organization created when Ji Yunxi was furious.

"Keep it," Lu Qishang said decisively. "Now that we are going to go to war, Chao Gang is unstable, Zhao Yetai is the best whip - the premise is that this whip must be obedient."

Song Xuan glanced at Ji Yunxi.

Ji Yunxi said lazily: "There is no one in this world who is more obedient than Jue Yuan."

Song Xuan couldn't help but glared at him.

"Also," Lu Qishang frowned. "It's just you and me, and it's not enough to make it happen. You get that Wen Chaoci some other day, and I have to teach him well."

Song Xuan didn't understand what it meant: "I see Mr. Wen has no experience in reforming the law, what's the use of calling him—"

It was also unlucky for Wen Chaoci, who encountered such a major event just after getting Song Xuan's guarantee.

Let alone Wen Xiang, he is alive thanks to his tact and tact.

"We are so drastic, there has to be a good-for-nothing who is in charge of eating and drinking, double-faced and three-handed, so as to stabilize people's hearts." Lu Qishang said. "I can't think of anyone better than him."

Others didn't understand the matter of Bai Xiang that day, but in Lu Qishang's position, he saw it most clearly.

That gentleman Wen Chaoci is really powerful.

Song Xuan thought about it like this, it seemed that he was right.

Suddenly laughed: "If you say that, I have to recommend someone to you."

"Fang Qiutang?" Lu Qishang responded very quickly.

"Exactly," Song Xuan felt amused when he remembered that the fox was going to be pulled as a coolie. "If you want to succeed, you must have another rich man."

Not only for coolies, but also for the planning and operation of funds, and even strange ideas and ideas.

In the whole Dayao, there was no second eccentric like Fang Qiutang.

Lu Qishang's eyes became brighter and brighter: "If he is willing, then it would be great."

Song Xuan couldn't help laughing: "If he refuses, I'll beat him up."

At this time, Lu Qishang was not that wooden face, not that rigid minister like an ice cube, his whole person was like a ball of fire, active and bright.

He finally saw his way.

Lu Qishang went there in a hurry, and didn't blame him for the prison meal he ate in the cell.

Because everything was insignificant compared to what he saw now.

Song Xuan looked at his back and couldn't help laughing: "I just said, Mr. Lu is dedicated to the country."

Ji Yunxi chewed on the refreshments on the table: "I'm afraid we'll be even busier in the future."

Song Xuan glared at him: "Who is to blame?"

He visited the embassy at night, causing Princess Yinghuo to commit suicide, and Song Xuan hadn't settled with him about Mr. Nanrong's escape.

"Blame me," Ji Yunxi smiled and leaned forward. "Brother just punish me."

Song Xuan glared at him.

Punish him?

It was cheap for him every time.