big master, big liar

It was early in the morning when he left Shengjing, Song Xuan was only wearing a loose and soft robe like when he came here, and it was even more eye-catching when mixed with the cold armor light.

The young emperor personally stood on the high city wall to see them off.

The young man was still dressed in black, which made his figure thinner and more solemn. His hair like black satin was tied up by a mahogany hairpin.

He stood there alone with the backlight, blending with this gorgeous and majestic city, his thin and straight shoulders supported the misty sky in the morning, so lonely, but so firm.

He saw the man in the white robe waving at him from below.

He kind of wanted to catch the man back, crumpled him up, and stuffed him into his body.

It was better than being so empty, as if a big hole had been broken somewhere, and the cold wind shone through, making my heart feel uncomfortable.

But he can't.

The white point gradually drifted away until it disappeared into the distance, leaving no trace.

"Your Majesty." Zhu Yang was holding the knife beside him. "It's almost time, and we have to go back to court."

Ji Yunxi let out a "hmm".

Zhu Yang followed behind him step by step, seeing his clothes stained with morning dew, couldn't help but sighed: "Mr. Song will come back safe and sound."

"I know."

Ji Yunxi said softly.

Zhu Yang knew that he didn't hear it at all, just with the posture just now, it seemed that the Holy Majesty was about to make a husband-seeking stone, and Hun'er was going to follow Mr. Song.

Not to mention going to court, he is now afraid that Ji Yunxi's face will change when he grows up. The frontier has not yet been settled, and blood will flow into rivers on the side of the court.

Now that Mr. Song is not in Shengjing, there is no one who can shock this Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

Obviously, Zhu Yang is not alone in this concern.Not to mention civil and military officials, even Wen Chaoci and Lu Qishang had lingering fears about Ji Yunxi's state. When Lu Qishang knew the truth, he became more and more cautious.

But these worries seem to be unfounded.

From the day Song Xuan left Beijing, Ji Yunxi seemed to have grown up rapidly.Instead of relying on the collective wisdom and efforts of Lu Qishang and others, he put himself in a dominant position until he became the core of decision-making leadership and a precision machine that runs the country.

He didn't seem to be affected by Song Xuan's departure from Beijing, he ate, rested, and dealt with political affairs as usual.

He is calmer and more decisive day by day, but also more indifferent day by day.

Only those who are familiar with him can see that he is becoming more and more like an emperor, but he is becoming less and less angry, as if something has been stripped from his body since Song Xuan left the capital.

Later, Lu Qishang felt that something was wrong, so he came to ask Zhu Yang privately, "What happened to the Holy One?"

Zhu Yang thought about it for a long time, and then came up with a sentence: "You said you cut out your own heart with your own hands and sent it out, what does it feel like?"

"Your Majesty is feeling like this right now."

What he said was bloody, and Lu Qishang felt uncomfortable when he heard it, but he couldn't deny it. Zhu Yang's description was accurate: "You usually make jokes, but now your eyes are clear."

Zhu Yangshen smiled mysteriously: "Smart people and idiots don't live long around the Holy Majesty. A clear eye and a clear heart are enough."

When Lu Qishang heard this, he immediately glanced at Zhu Yanggao.

There was no one in Ji Yunxi's harem, so naturally he didn't need too many eunuchs. He didn't seem to like having the people trained in these palaces close to him, and only let them take care of chores.

Most of the time, it was Zhu Yang's guard who was with him, and his status was evident.

Lu Qishang couldn't help frowning: "Then the Holy One can't keep doing this..."

Even Bigan would die without intention.

Ji Yunxi almost never slept in the palace these days, and spent every night guarding the Zhaixing Pavilion alone, not sure if she would sleep soundly or not, anyway, it was gloomy day by day.

On the contrary, the political affairs are handled more and more diligently, almost to the point where there is nothing to look for, and I am afraid that I will have half a spare time.

Zhu Yang sighed: "Not at all, the letter from the frontier has never been broken, the Holy One has to wait for that one to come back."

Lu Qishang was really speechless now.

This weird emperor is really a resounding lover.

In fact, it was Zhu Yang who knew best that the letters from the border crossed every half a month, and Ji Yunxi could read one letter for half a month.

Zhu Yang couldn't help complaining to Song Xuansheng, and wrote a letter implying: The Holy One is looking forward to it every day, so what if I write two more letters?

Song Xuan's reply was calm, the situation at the border was unpredictable, and it was inevitable that there would be times when they lost contact. If the contact was too frequent, it would be inevitable that one day would be missing for a while, which would make Ji Yunxi more anxious and anxious.

Zhu Yang was also helpless.

Sometimes he really thought, maybe he should have persuaded Mr. Song to take the Holy One away in the first place, and it would be better for the two of them to be happy in different places than to torture them like this.

Day by day, Ji Yunxi survived the vernal equinox and summer solstice, and when it came time for the imperial examination, he still insisted on appointing Song Xuan as the chief examiner.

Lu Qishang stopped him: "The national teacher is at the border, how can he be the chief examiner?"

Ji Yunxi didn't change his expression: "I'll do it for him."

Lu Qishang really has no way out now, and he has also figured out Ji Yunxi's way of thinking for a while, as long as he gets on Song Xuan's side, it's best not to argue with him a word, so he has no choice but to let him go.

The situation in the frontier is getting better day by day.

Ji Yunxi fell ill once when the season changed, it wasn't serious, but it was rare for him to sleep for a whole day, but in his dream he called "brother" in a daze.

After hearing this, the palace people knew who he was calling, but they didn't dare to say a word.

After the scientific examination, new blood came out of the imperial court, and battle reports came from the frontier, saying that it was a great victory and the border town was recaptured.

But Nantu didn't bow his head, Song Xuan and Fang Qiutang still didn't plan to come back.

Ji Yunxi didn't even eat a few bites at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and her face turned blue with anger.

After returning to the Imperial Study Room, I saw Ji Ni kneeling outside the door: "This time I am escorting the luggage, please send Ni to accompany me."

Obviously, Ji Yunxi was not the only one who couldn't stand it.

Ji Yunxi was in a fit of anger, what a wicked mind, he sneered: "No."

Without even a reason, he flung his sleeves and went into the study.

Zhu Yang really sympathized with Young Master Ji, and just happened to come to touch Ji Yunxi's bad luck.

Ji Ni was not surprised either, he didn't cry or make noise or hang himself, he went to Ji Yunxi to report every day, every time he said the same sentence, knelt at the door for an hour, got up and left, and came back the next day.

Zhu Yang clicked his tongue: He also knows how to fight for a long time.

Finally, before winter began, a writing brush was thrown out of the imperial study: "Let him go."

There was gloomy resentment in Ji Yunxi's voice: "Go far away."

Ji Ni kowtowed solemnly outside to salute: "Ji Ni, take the order to thank you."