big master, big liar

Lu Qishang's policy was gradually promoted in this way, and Fang Qiutang was still jumping up and down.In the winter, Ji Yunxi abolished the longevity banquet in previous years, but it also saved a little bit of the official's favor.

Perhaps the heavens watched them go too smoothly and leisurely, and when the New Year was approaching, an urgent report came from the border.

Nantu violated the border.

This slap was solidly slapped on Lu Qishang's face - he was the one who swore at that time that Nantu was scared of being beaten.

Together with them, there is also a secret report from Nantu.

It is said that Nan Rongjun is indeed blind in one eye, but his prestige in Nantu is still there. What is even more surprising is that Nantu has a brave general who has regained several tribes around Nantu. illustration of God of War.

Although Nantu is not as rich and powerful as Dayao, the fighting spirit is unprecedentedly high, and even children's songs are sung over and over again: "Go to Shengjing, the general sits on the dragon chair, the priest steps on the dragon's back, and sends you to the west of Qingyun."

As soon as Lu Qishang heard the secret report, he was so angry that he dropped the pen in his hand: "Zhuzi is arrogant!"

On the contrary, Ji Yunxi sneered: "He wants to goug out the second eye too."

Immediately ordered all the ministers to enter the palace, ready to dispatch troops and generals.

Song Xuan has not spoken.

Ji Yunxi saw that he was unusual, and when Lu Qishang was about to make arrangements, he pulled him to her side: "What's wrong, brother?"

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment before whispering in his ear: "Yesterday, I received a letter from Xiangrong."

Ji Yunxi was slightly taken aback, and then remembered who Xiangrong was, with a worried look on his face: "What?"

"She said... Ji Yunqi wants to see you."

Ji Yunxi's expression froze for a moment.

How alert he was, he quickly thought of the key point: How could Xiangrong have anything to do with Ji Yunqi?Why did Mr. Nan Rong appear in Sifang City in the first place?

Ji Yunqi had been missing for these years, and now he suddenly appeared. Why did this letter go to Song Xuan instead of directly presenting it to himself?

"Brother kept it from me." He said in a low voice.

"Yes," Song Xuan sighed, and told him about the Sifang City Road. "Xiang Rong is my old friend for many years. She has only been loyal to Ji Yunqi in her life. If I tell you all these things, who am I?"

Ji Yunxi snorted: "You are mine."

Song Xuan couldn't help pinching his face: "Don't interrupt, I didn't understand last night what this letter means, and I received an urgent report from Nantu today."

"I don't think it's a coincidence that Ji Yunqi wants to meet you at this juncture."

Ji Yunxi hugged his waist: "Is this letter reliable?"

Song Xuan nodded: "This letter is from a brother from the Eight Sects, and it will be delivered by a special method, so there will be no problems."

"Then...do you want me to go?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "Ji Yunqi is your elder brother, you should make up your own mind this time."

Ji Yunqi disappeared suddenly back then, and now he can't tell the enemy from himself, and Ji Yunxi is now the Ninth Five Supreme.

At this juncture when the war is about to start, any minister who listened to it would persuade Ji Yunxi not to go.

This is also the reason why Song Xuan didn't say it in public.

But in his early years, he had some contact with Ji Yunqi, who was the incarnation of a gambling king, and he also knew Xiangrong. Before Sifangcheng left, he even met him once.

He vaguely knew that he could be regarded as an upright and upright person, so he shouldn't harm Ji Yunxi.

But he couldn't make a decision for Ji Yunxi.

Ji Yunxi looked at him, then at the letter in his hand, and smiled slightly: "Let Lu Qishang come in and prepare one or two for me."

"In the days when I'm not around, let him and Wen Chaoci stabilize Chao Gang."

Song Xuan nodded.

When Lu Qishang walked in, Ji Yunxi hid Song Xuan's section, and only said that it was a letter from Ji Yunqi, and that he wanted to secretly go to Sifang City.

As expected, Lu Qishang turned pale with shock, and hurriedly dissuaded him: "This is absolutely impossible!"

Song Xuan wanted to speak, but Ji Yunxi pressed his hand and asked with a smile, "Why not?"

"Ji Yunqi passed by the throne, and now he will inevitably feel regretful. If he seeks refuge in Nantu, or intends to replace him, he has fallen into his trick. The Holy Majesty is now the backbone of Dayao, and there must be no Damaged..."

When Lu Qishang said this, he actually recognized Ji Yunxi.

"The holy majesty is a jade vessel, so why meet with rubble?"

Ji Yunxi shook her head, "I'm not a jade."

Lu Qishang was taken aback.

"It's just putting the two of us together that I should be that piece of rubble." Ji Yunxi laughed. "If he really has the intention to usurp the throne, when he comes back, you can welcome him in properly.

"If he really took refuge in Nantu, he would be as good as the sky, and it was only because of this dragon chair." Ji Yunxi's expression was calm, without any fear, only his eyes were quiet and gloomy. "In that case, what is there to be afraid of?"

He said in Wuyun Temple back then that he was born from dust and had nothing at all.

He has nothing to lose except someone.

Naturally, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Song Xuan looked at the young man's thin back, and firmly put his hand on his lower back.

Lu Qishang wanted to persuade him again, but Ji Yunxi said softly: "If everyone comes, let them all come in."

"Lu Qing, we must not let anyone know about this matter." There was a dark look in his eyes that had not been seen in a long time, which made people vaguely think of the scene of blood flowing into rivers a few months ago. "You should know what to do."

Lu Qishang couldn't help shivering, gritted his teeth and leaned over: "I understand."

Lu Qishang backed out, and Ji Yunxi looked at Song Xuan, raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly: "How come brother learned to steal my tofu?"

He touched Song Xuan's hand on his waist.

Song Xuan said solemnly, "I will protect you."

Ji Yunxi was slightly taken aback, but the figure in front of him seemed to overlap with the leisurely fortune teller from a few years ago.

"I'll escort you there, and I'll follow you to meet Ji Yunqi, and I'll come back with you," Song Xuan said. "We're together."

Ji Yunxi gave a soft "hmm": "Together."