big master, big liar

Before Song Xuan entered the door of the inn, he saw the young master sitting beside the table in the daytime, frowning slightly, whispering something to the guards.

The young man was not very old, and his outline was softer than that of an adult man.

Now he is wearing a homely light-colored robe, and his long hair is as black as ink and hangs loosely behind his back.He already looked weak, but now he was not only frightened but also fell ill, the blood on his face faded and his skin was pale, making his eyebrows and eyes more delicate and gorgeous.

That's right, Song Xuan actually put the word "beautiful" on the man's head.

Song Xuan remembered that he had heard in the past that the top card of the Wanhua Building in Shengjing was a sick and weak beauty. Whenever she got sick, she looked like a Xizi holding a heart, so she got a nickname "Little Xishi".

During the daytime, Song Xuan never paid attention to it, but now that the young man was sitting by the lamp with disheveled hair, Song Xuan suddenly had a ridiculous thought: I wonder which appearance is better between this young man and that little Xi Shi?

Seeing that his gaze was stagnant, the young master asked him, "What are you looking at, sir?"

Song Xuan opened his mouth as if he couldn't hold his head: "Look at the posture of the young master..."

After saying this, the air in the room condensed for three seconds.

"Sir, please come in." The young man was silent for a moment, and he never knew whether he was holding back his anger so that he didn't throw him out with a stick, and then slowly said: "I didn't know the master's supernatural powers before, and how much I neglected you, I hope you will forgive me .”

Song Xuan smiled as usual: "Where is it, a Jianghu alchemist, I can't call the wind and rain, but the young master can call and drink, occasionally neglecting is also appropriate."

The young master tightened his hand holding the fan, but his expression remained unchanged: "Sir, you are joking."

As soon as Song Xuangang walked into this room, the smell of blood came to his nostrils.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and when he looked closely, he saw a man in black in the corner, lying in a pool of blood, his arms were cut off at the root, only his body struggled a few times from time to time, and a hoarse "cluck" came out of his throat sound.

A gust of cold air rushed up from behind Song Xuan, who was as lazy as before, and his voice almost trembled: "My lord, this is a bloody disaster."

The young master smiled weakly: "Thanks to the master's plan." But suddenly he frowned and coughed twice: "What are you keeping? Don't disturb the purity of my husband and me."

As soon as the words fell, there was a "puchi", and the guard went up and stabbed it neatly into the man in black's heart, and there was no more movement.

The chill in Song Xuan's heart was even worse, but he tried to remain calm and sat opposite the young master.

"Mister is really amazing," the young master chuckled, and pushed the sandalwood box on the table towards him: "I have no intention of inviting you here this time, I have your name here, I wonder if you can trouble me to count it for me A hexagram?"

Song Xuan glanced at the note, lifted the box slightly, and was dazzled by the box full of silver ingots.

It's just that no matter what he does, he also knows that the money is not so easy to get: "I can't figure it out."

The young master asked: "Sir, I don't know what I'm asking, so why can't it be counted?"

Song Xuan pushed the note: "Young Master's name is fake, how to calculate?"

Song Xuan didn't know his details, but he knew that he might be involved with a big shot this time.

After being assassinated, he didn't even dare to reveal his name, and the method of dealing with the assassin was so neat, I'm afraid this young man is not an ordinary person.

The young master's smile finally dissipated a little, he closed his eyes slightly and tapped the fan on the table, and said after a long while: "My name has a character, which is Xi, which comes from Xihe, so, will you know my safety during this trip?"

Song Xuan thought in his heart, I don't know your safety, I only know that I am in great danger now.

But his face was peaceful, he was pinching his fingers, and the heavenly stems and earthly branches slid around in a circle, and then he opened his eyes, which is a cliché for a fortune teller: "I'm in the next room, I'm afraid Mr. Xi's calamity has not passed yet."

Everyone in the room looked a bit ugly, only the young master looked calm: "Do you have a way to crack it, sir?"

Song Xuan was delighted in his heart, and secretly thought that I had finally arrived at the chapter I designed, so he took out a kit from his bosom and put it on the table, saying: "This kit was made by myself, and it was originally designed to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters. Young Master can keep you safe if you carry it. It’s just that Young Master’s calamity is dangerous, so whether you can get through it depends on your luck.”

The young master stretched out his hand and twisted it, the kit was quite big, and inside it was heavy and hard, not like copper coins.I don't know what it is, but I didn't question it, I just pushed the wooden box on the table towards Song Xuan: "Thank you so much sir, I have a little respect, and please don't be too polite, sir."

How could Song Xuan be polite to Qian, he reached out to pick up the box.

Suddenly there was a cold touch on the back of the hand, Song Xuan looked down, and a white and slender hand was pressing on his hand.

The young master pressed his hand, but the smile in his eyes flickered, like a candle in the wind: "I believe in sir, and I hope that sir will not let me down."

Song Xuan has always been a rascal who is not afraid of anything, but at this moment he also felt a little bit wrong. He just hugged the box and thanked him repeatedly with a fairy face.

He was holding the silver in his hand, but secretly thinking in his heart, he was afraid that Anding City would not be able to live.

People in his line of work have very good eyesight. During the day, they saw a jade pendant with a cloud pattern around the young man's waist, which did not match the name written on the paper, so they suspected that the name was fake, and it turned out to be true.

Considering that the guards around him are all very handsome, and they are very expensive, looking at the remaining blood in the inn, I am afraid that someone is trying to murder him tonight.

Such a person is by no means just an ordinary wealthy family.

If this young master is safe and sound on this trip, it's fine, he only said that he avoided the disaster with his own pockets, but if this young master has any accidents, he is afraid that if he stays in Anding City, he will be in danger.

Now that he has got a large amount of silver, he can live and live in peace anywhere, so it is better to take this money and run far away, the sky and the earth are big, forgive these nobles who are not interested in looking for him.

Song Xuan's calculations were clear, but he didn't want to hear the young master inside suddenly say: "Mr. Song."

Song Xuan stopped in his tracks, turned around and said with a smile, "What else can you order, Young Master?"

"My husband and I... but where did we meet?"

The person sitting next to the table was pale and weak, with no smile on his face, only a pair of eyes looking at him probingly, as if he wanted to dig out his bones and flesh to observe carefully.

Song Xuan looked at him fixedly for a while, and then said: "Perhaps I have a predestined relationship with you in the previous life, so you are familiar with me."

"Forget it," the young master suddenly laughed at himself when he heard his perfunctory answer. "I heard that your husband's residence is simple, why don't you stay here for a while, how about it?"

Song Xuan refused again and again, but saw that the young master's smile seemed a bit cold, and his heart sank, knowing that the young master didn't intend to let him go, so he had no choice but to nod: "Young master is kind, but I'm disrespectful." .”

Walking out of that room, one head of Song Xuan had already turned into two big ones.

Sure enough, this silver is not so easy to handle, it is very hot.

And the son whom Song Xuan couldn't avoid was half leaning on the bedside, thoughtful.

Zhu Yang bowed and asked him: "Your Highness, there is no clue on the assassin, what should I do with the corpse?"

The young master squinted his eyes and laughed: "Chop it up and feed it to the dog."

Zhu Yang was not surprised, just bowed down to order, and opened the windows for the young master to ventilate, and tidy up the house, and then heard the young master chanting a name slowly: "Song Xuan...Song Xuan..."

"Crazy, outspoken, and smell of copper, this kind of people dare to claim to know the secrets of heaven." The young master's tone does not know whether it is praise or derogation. "Zhu Yang, what do you think?"

"My subordinates don't understand either. I think he is a strange person, and it's normal to have some eccentricities." Zhu Yang bowed his head. "It's just... this Mr. Song, I'm afraid he has some supernatural powers."

The son became a little interested: "How do you say it?"

Zhu Yang whispered: "When I went to look for him on the mountain, I saw a snow wolf in his temple."

The young master's voice paused slightly: "Snow Wolf? Can you see it clearly?"

Zhu Yang nodded: "Yes, my subordinates were almost injured by it. It does look like a snow wolf, but Mr. Song said it was a dog."

Snow wolf has always had a psychic talk in Dayao. It is said that a horse appeared in Zeng Beidi decades ago, wounding countless people, and was finally captured alive. On the way to sacrifice, he starved himself to death.

From then on, only the appearance of it is written in the book.

Zhu Yang couldn't help but said: "Your Highness might as well trust him once, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, if it can make His Highness's trip safe and sound, it will be worth it."

As soon as Zhu Yang finished speaking, he felt the young master's eyes on him, and couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, regretting that he didn't control his mouth.

That gaze seemed to be a cold knife, who was about to goug out a piece of his flesh at some point, Zhu Yang didn't dare to say any more, and just kept his head on his own business.

"Take this brochure to check, if there is no problem, I will carry it for now." Young Master pointed to the brocade pouch on the table, and said slowly: "As for this Song Xuan... let me take care of it."

The young master's eyes are getting darker: "I don't care if he is a charlatan, he is really capable, you just put him in prison, and I will deal with it when I return to the capital. If there is a mistake, you will raise your head." Come see me."

Zhu Yang lowered his head in response, but his heart skipped a beat.

He also has some understanding of the young master's actions. Although he is young, his methods are decisive and ruthless, but he doesn't know why he is so interested in Mr. Song?

The young master's trip was dangerous and dangerous. I'm afraid that nine out of ten people in the palace want him to die outside.

Therefore, Mr. Song Xuansong became extremely suspicious.

It's just that if it was arranged by someone, then it should be arranged for someone who can put on airs, not such a guy who drinks and eats meat and has an eye for money.

Did the young master believe in him, or is he planning to settle accounts after the fall?