big master, big liar

Until getting into the carriage, Song Xuan was still holding Ji Yunxi's hand, with a complicated look on his face, as if he was a bit puzzled, but he was also touched.

"Ah Xi... You have already thought about the abdication matter before you came?" Song Xuan asked.

Ji Yunxi gave a "hmm", blinked her eyes, and pretended to be a little pitiful: "Brother, do you blame me for not discussing it with you?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "It's just that I didn't expect it."

"I didn't discuss it with my brother because he probably won't pick it up." Ji Yunxi gave a low laugh. "If he wanted to be emperor, why would he run away back then?"

"Then what if you accept it?"

"Then I will just pass this hot potato to him," Ji Yunxi replied with a smile without hesitation. "What I said there was not a lie."

"His title of God of War is true, it is true that I loathe him, and it is true that people in this world yearn for him. If he wants it in this world, he can just take it. My brother is enough for me."

Song Xuan couldn't help scratching his nose: "Is the love of children greater than that of family and country? If others find out, wouldn't you laugh your ass off?"

"I remember clearly," Ji Yunxi touched his nose and said frankly. "It's you who treat me well, not the world. What I want is Song Xuan, not the world. My original intention is you, and my goal is also you. The rest, after weighing the pros and cons, can be discarded."

In his eyes, the saddest thing about people is not having nothing, not being insatiable, but not knowing what they want from the beginning to the end.

If you listen to what other people say, you go after all kinds of scenery and all kinds of nobility, but in the end you lose your heart, that is the real sadness.

He considers himself small-minded and mean-spirited, but he's good at one thing: he knows what he wants.

It is not the family, the country, the world, the superiority, the sageness and generosity famous in history, or a successful emperor.

Just one person.

Song Xuan was dumbfounded by this fallacious theory, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Under the night, Song Xuanneng could see the cunning but persistent light in the eyes of the people around him. He vaguely understood why he fell into the hands of this person, and he fell willingly.

He sighed: "If it were tomorrow, Ji Yunqi would have changed his mind and refused to return the jade seal. The Holy Majesty would have to wander the world with Song."

There was a hint of interest in Ji Yunxi's eyes: "Then let's be a pair of charlatans. Didn't you say that there are couples who walk the rivers and lakes together, brother, see if I have the talent?"

Seeing that the expectations in his expression did not seem to be false, Song Xuan became more and more helpless with him, and was about to talk to him about the affairs of the Jianghu, when he heard a horse neighing behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar shout: "Song Xuan!"

It is the voice of Hana Infinity.

Song Xuan poked his head out, and saw Hua Wuxian propped up with one arm, and easily jumped off the back of a bay red horse. The movements were agile and familiar, and he landed steadily in front of him, raising the curtain with one hand.

"Something has happened." Her expression was serious. "Someone attacked the city at night outside—"

"Who?" Song Xuan asked.

"People from Nantu, the rest are inquiring, but most of them are here for you," she said. "Officers and soldiers are defending the city, but there are too many people on the other side. The Holy One is not safe now, and the Lord ordered me to pick you up."

Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi looked at each other, and replied neatly: "Get on the horse, you drive."

Hua Wuwu jumped up neatly, grabbed Zhu Yang by the back collar, and threw him into the carriage.

Shunzui still didn't forget to scold Song Xuan: "You son of a bitch, you are doing your job smoothly, my old lady still has a debt to settle with you."

Obviously, she was in front of her Patriarch first, so she didn't dare to say much, but now she is holding back.

Song Xuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister, how long has it been? Are you still thinking about this?"

Hua Wuxian sneered: "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

The three men sitting in the car groped for a long while, feeling that something was wrong, as if they were cute girls, and the one driving the car was the tough guy.

Song Xuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "What are your plans?"

There is nothing to avoid Hua Wuxian: "First find a way to send you away, and the Lord and I will support the reinforcements."

Song Xuan suddenly took the reins from her hand: "Go back."

"What?" Hua Wuxian was stunned for a moment.

"I have another way." Song Xuan said.

Apparently, the people of Sifang City also noticed the abnormality. The road was brightly lit, people's voices were chaotic, and accompanied by the night wind, making the night even more lively than the day.

Sifang City this night is destined to be restless.

Hua Xialou used to be full of singing and dancing in the lobby, but now the seats have been cleared, and the girls have retreated one after another. Only Ji Yunqi stands on top, with a mask covering his face.

Seeing his appearance, Ji Yunxi couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "His face is shameful?"

Song Xuan whispered in his ear: "This is the mask of the gambling king. When he was the gambling king, he never showed his true face."

Looking to the left and right, there are several familiar faces who have already sat upright. Several people saw Song Xuan, showed surprised expressions, nodded, but they didn't say much after all.

These people are actually the leaders of the eight sects underground in Sifang City.

And the closest to Ji Yunqi is Song Xuan's old acquaintance, Mr. Fu.

As soon as Song Xuan sat down, he heard a person say impatiently: "Third Master, there is still chaos outside. You called the brothers here in a hurry and didn't speak. What do you mean by that?"

Someone opened the door, and the hall became lively.

"I haven't figured out what's going on outside? Is it flooded?"

"I'm dizzy, whose grandson dares to come here!"

"Is there someone new here, we don't know?"

"What's new, there are a few bums in total, and they're all here—"

What these people do is to make a living in a shady way, and when they speak, they make people confused and confused.

The others are alright, only Ji Yunxi and Zhu Yang can vaguely understand through guessing and guessing.

Goodbye to the people who spoke in the hall, all of them were born with strange shapes, missing eyes, piercing dragons and tigers, fierce faces, fleshy faces, and iron fans, none of them seemed easy to be with.

Although they stayed in Sifang City for a while in the early years, they didn't see these characters in such a complete way. Now that they saw them, they were even more astonished.

Zhu Yang was guarding the door, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "Mr. Song used to deal with these people? It looks more fierce than the death row in prison."

No matter what, he couldn't put Song Xuan, who was smiling all day long and had no temper at all, into the same pile as these people.

Hua Wuxing glanced at him: "The government really wants to settle it, all these people deserve to die."

Among the eight families, those who can sit here, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps.

Even Song Xuan, who has cheated for many years, would lose his head ten times or eight times if he really had to count each case in detail.

But it is such a group of villains who are the real controllers of Sifang City.

Third Master Fu coughed in the hall, and everyone gradually became quiet.

He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

His age is not the oldest among these people, and his face has few wrinkles, but his hands are unusually old.

"The water is flooding."

He put the teacup on the table and said quietly.

If this sentence is understood normally, it means that an enemy is coming, but when everyone heard it, they became quiet.

"Third Master, don't lie to me," only a man dressed as a scholar chuckled, slowly waving a fan in his hand.

The scholar's facial features are elegant, but he only has half a face.The other half of his face was covered with horrific burns, and he looked like a ghost: "You think brothers are not going out of Sifang City? When will water dare to flood our place?"

"Half-faced students, you and I are not in the same business. I, Fu San, spit on each other and nail each other, and never deceive people." Mr. Fu rubbed the edge of the teacup. "What came back here was a torrential flood."

Ban Sheng was not annoyed, instead he asked with a smile: "This Sifang City only has river water, where did the flood come from, I want to know."

"It's from Nantu."

This time it was Ji Yunqi who was wearing a mask who spoke.

Even though everyone didn't recognize him, they recognized his mask and respected him a little when they came, but now they are silent.

"Nantu?" Ban Miansheng laughed even harder this time, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke. "Nantu didn't care about the frontier, passed at least two cities, and circled an unknown distance to attack Sifang City? Waiting to be mobilized to encircle and suppress it?"

"Gambling King, are you out of your mind?"

"Half-faced!" Seeing his presumptuous speech, Fu San scolded him in a low voice.

"Third Master, I'm not talking nonsense." Ban Miansheng's eyes were sharp. "Half of our brothers are rough people and don't understand the situation, but we can't be fooled like this."

"If any of our brothers hit a wall, offended a hard stubble, or got water, just say it, I'm not an unscrupulous person at half-baby. But the Tuguo dog—"

He sneered. "Who are you going to use this kind of nonsense to deceive?"

Above, Ji Yunqi's gaze wandered, and he met Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi briefly.

"Nantu's soldiers and horses ran thousands of miles away, so there must be some kind of conspiracy." Ji Yunqi said.

"What are you trying to figure out? What treasures are we hiding in Sifang City?" Ban Miansheng also noticed that the leader this time was not Fu Sanye, but this elusive gambling king, so he opened his mouth.

"Gambling King, the people outside don't know how many people there are, and the officers and soldiers don't know how long they can last. You gathered us together because you need our brothers. I advise you, it's best to tell the truth."

"We are not afraid of trouble, but we will not be used as gunmen."

Ban Miansheng pressed on every step of the way, but Ji Yunqi couldn't tell the truth.

You must know that the news of Ji Yunxi leaving Beijing should be top secret.

Nantu soldiers and horses ignored the border and tried their best to detour, only for Ji Yunxi.Either someone in Shengjing leaked the news, or there was something wrong with Hua Wuxian's delivery channel.

No matter which one it is, it is inappropriate for Ji Yunxi to reveal his identity in this matter, so as not to cause complications.

"The cause of this matter is me." A voice suddenly sounded from the last seat.

Everyone saw that Song Xuan was standing there, with a gentle expression and apologetic words: "Please trouble the gambling king to cover it up for me. It is Song Xuan who caused trouble and hurt everyone."

Some people who didn't notice him at first, now they are looking at him intently.