big master, big liar

In the third year of Chengyou, the second year after the high priest of Nantu passed away, the soldiers of Nantu became more and more depressed.

Seeing the frontier retreat steadily, the reputation of the temple and Cangye declined.

The Nantu monarch, who had no sense of existence at first, took advantage of the situation and prevented the temple from looking for a new high priest. He launched a coup and took control of the priest temple.

At the same time, General Cangye was ordered to withdraw his troops.

Cangye refused to obey, so he was classified as a traitor, and even sent an officer to behead him.

Cang Ye raised his saber and stood facing the group of soldiers, but his left and right did not dare to step forward.

He sneered, and threw the knife in front of the executioner: "Aren't you going to cut off my head? Do it."

The executioner na na.

"Do it!" Cang Ye growled.

He stood there alone, like a lone wolf lost in the pack.

The executioner timidly took a step forward, looked into Cangye's eyes, and finally turned his head and left.

Ao Ye picked up his knife.

Cangye stood in front of everyone, his tone of voice was not provocative, but extremely powerful. "I, Cangye, only recognize the high priest, not any lord. If you want to stay, you can stay."

"If you don't want to, just follow me."

Since then, Nantu has been in a peaceful corner and has been caught in years of civil war.

The battle of more than two years was neither long nor short. It seemed that Dayao had won, but only those in the game knew it.

There are no winners in war.

It's just whoever loses worse.

In the summer of the same year, under repeated urging by Sheng Jing, Ji Yunqi returned to the imperial court.

Ji Yunxi sent a total of more than [-] letters, all of which were urgent to urge the army to teach.

Later generations studied it again and again, and they all thought that this showed his fear of his elder brother, and they were eager to have him return to Beijing to release power.

But the truth, probably the two brothers know it well.

Even if Ji Yunqi rolled to the sky with the army, it was none of his business.

What matters is the ancestor in the barracks who has been reluctant to go back.

Hua Wuxian couldn't help laughing and joking: "Why don't you go back early, I'm watching the Holy Spirit burn his ass, if you don't go back, he will be able to trot all the way here."

Song Xuan thought of the one in Shengjing, and couldn't help showing a faint smile: "What's the point?"

"Isn't it?"

"Not really."

Hua Wuliang teased him: "I don't know you yet, you stupid duck."

It is still hundreds of miles away from Beijing, Song Xuanxian became more and more uneasy, he was made fun of by people around him for several days, even Hua Wuwu came to make fun of him.

"It's just timid to be close to the hometown," Song Xuan just said softly: "I don't dare to go back too early, I'm afraid I haven't adjusted well, I'm afraid I will make him worry."

Hua Wuliang was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but sighed: "Ji Ni, do you know where you are?"

Song Xuan shook his head.

On the second day after leaving, Ji Ni also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a note to Song Xuan, saying that he must find Fang Qiutang to go home by all means.

The note was written in a disorderly manner without knowing what to say, so some people said that Mr. Ji was crazy, Fang Qiutang was dead, where could he find it?

Only Song Xuan understood what he meant.

No matter where to look for.

All over the world, until death.

He's always been that way.

Proud and inferior, flamboyant and shy, quick-witted and clumsy, the only constant is that amazing persistence.

Otherwise, Fang Qiutang would not be so indecisive and avoid like a snake.

But in the end, it's always the same result.

Song Xuan said softly: "That's good, he always has something to look forward to."

Before the voice in this room fell, he suddenly heard a noisy scene in front of him, and he didn't know what happened.

"I'll go and have a look." Hua Wuxian and him wanted to have some gossip, so they rode at the back of the team, and now they don't know what happened.

Song Xuan nodded, and watched Hua WuWen go away on his horse.

But suddenly he heard the sound of horseshoes behind him.

Song Xuan didn't have time to turn around, his eyes went dark, as if someone had jumped on his horse, sat behind him, and covered his eyes.

He subconsciously pulled the trigger of the sleeve arrow, but was hugged into a familiar embrace unexpectedly.

A slightly cool embrace with a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Brother—" the man covered his eyes, drew out his tone, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback: "...Ah Xi."

"Do you still recognize me?" The man clung to him like an octopus, as if he was afraid that he would jump out of his arms. "I thought you were going to take root in Daying and never see me again."

The corners of Song Xuan's mouth curled up slightly: "How can I be willing?"

"Sweet talk," Ji Yunxi snorted coldly, and bit his neck viciously. "I don't eat this set anymore."

Song Xuan stretched out his hand to catch his hand, and put it on his waist, as if he was a husband who came home late: "I was wrong."

Ji Yunxi was very angry, but now it's gone: "Forget it, brother, come down and walk with me, I haven't seen brother for a long time."

Song Xuan suddenly clasped his hand, intertwined with his fingers, and maintained this movement.

"Just...for a while." Song Xuan's voice lowered. "...Don't go."

"……elder brother?"

"I miss you very much," Song Xuan's voice trembled slightly. "Always...always...missing you. So, hold me for a while..."

Ji Yunxi seemed to be aware of Song Xuan's abnormality, he didn't speak, but quietly hugged him from behind.

"Song Xuan," Hua Wuxian came back from the front of the team and said loudly. "I really guessed right, Shengjia has already—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

She saw that there was an extra person behind Song Xuan's horse, hugging him tightly.

And Song Xuanzheng lowered his head slightly.

It's hard to tell what kind of expression Song Xuan has. The corners of his mouth are trying to rise like a puppet, but his eyes seem to be about to cry in the next moment.

Too fragile.

That is Mr. Song who has always been calm and steady.

It was only at this moment that Hua Wuxing realized how good Song Xuan was at lying.

He fooled almost everyone, including himself.

"See no evil." She was pulled by someone's reins and turned the horse's head.

Hua WuWu looked, it was the guard named Zhu Yang.

He was holding the knife lazily, and said to her with a smile: "General Hua, I offended you."

"Hitting people's love is going to be hoofed by donkeys."

"That's... Your Majesty?" Hua Wuwu stared at him with wide eyes.

"Who else?" Zhu Yang yawned. "It'll be fine in a while, reunion after a long absence, isn't it boring?"

"Oh yes, you don't have a husband yet, so you don't understand this." Zhu Yang's smile was incongruous no matter what he looked at. "Find something to do, and come back later."

Hua Wuxian touched his knife, and showed a sinister smile: "Come here, I'll find something to do."

Zhu Yang touched his neck aggrievedly.

Actually, she didn't want to beat him that much.

Because what Zhu Yang said was right.

Song Xuan needs Ji Yunxi.