big master, big liar

On the day of returning to Beijing, the streets of Shengjing were empty with thousands of people, all over the city competing to watch.

Through the curtain, Song Xuan could hear the common people outside shouting long live, calling the names of Ji Yunqi and Hua Wuwu, it was as lively as the new year.

"Aren't you going out?" Song Xuan asked softly.

At this time, Ji Yunxi should also go out to accept the congratulations from the people.But this man was lying in his car, hugging him and acting like a spoiled child, out of shape.

"No," Ji Yunxi took a bite of the walnut cake, and handed the remaining half to Song Xuan's mouth. "It's not my fight. I go out and pretend. Who cares if they live or die?"

Song Xuan ate the walnut cake with his hands, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes: "You must not tell others about this."

If you dare to say this, Ji Yunxi must be the first foolish emperor in the history of history.

"I'm too lazy to talk," Ji Yunxi kissed him on the mouth, with a faint smile on his face. "If brother wants to go out, I will accompany him."

Song Xuan shook his head.

This is a good day for the whole world to celebrate, but he is not in any mood.

Fang Qiutang was still there when he left, but now he is the only one left.

He has always come and gone like the wind, never caring whether he is alone or not, but maybe because he knows that the person will never come back, he cares more and more.

Ji Yunxi saw his ecstasy, and his voice was vaguely jealous: "Brother is by my side, so I'm always thinking of someone else."

Song Xuan smiled silently: "...Sorry."

Seeing him like this, Ji Yunxi seemed to be discouraged, and half of her body was hung on him: "Sorry, I just came here because I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable."

He had known for a long time that when Fang Qiutang left, Song Xuan's heart must be depressed along the way.

He rushed over like a fool, just because he didn't want this person to come back alone.

Song Xuan realized Ji Yunxi's intentions, couldn't help softening his expression, and pursed his lips: "Axi..."

Ji Yunxi felt a little uncomfortable, buried his head in Song Xuan's neck, and whispered, "Song Xuan, you still have me."

His voice was not firm when he said this.

It wasn't the kind of tone that was close to bewitching, and he was even a little guilty, as if he was not sure of his position in the other party's mind.

But it made Song Xuan's heart sour.

"No matter how long, I will stay with you." Ji Yunxi whispered in his ear. "Even if you drive me away, I won't leave."

"You also have to think about me more, it's best to leave me alone, and let everyone else go away." Ji Yunxi said in a low voice. "At least I won't make you sad."

Why not be sad?

The tenderness in Song Xuan's eyes was about to overflow.

Song Xuan couldn't help laughing lowly: "Listen to you."

Ji Yunxi raised his head suddenly: "Don't perfuse me, I will remember."

His eyes are serious.

There is no room for turning around such straightforward and stubborn affection that is so undisguised.

There is probably no second such person in Dayao.

Song Xuan looked into his eyes and showed a sincere smile: "Okay."

Ji Yunxi seemed to be relieved now, and continued to eat snacks by his side.

Let the outsiders cheer, horses, drums and music.

The two seem to be in another space.

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The triumphant return of the army brought great changes inside and outside the court.

Especially the courtiers, who have been oppressed by Ji Yunxi for two years. They thought that the return of the great general would inevitably lead to turbulent undercurrents and strife, but they didn't want Ji Yunxi to let go of power instead and become a shopkeeper.

There are only a few close ministers who can occasionally see him and the newly returned national teacher sticking close to each other when they are asking for an interview.

I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but the tacit understanding of the movements, and the friendship between the eyebrows and eyes, people can't ignore it.

Wen and Lu in the cabinet are well aware of the inside story, and the old ministers of the aristocratic family also know it well. Only the newcomer who has just been replaced knows nothing about it.

They didn't dare to provoke Lu Qishang, so they could only ask for advice from the kind-hearted Wen Chaoci: "Mr. Wen, Mr. Guoshi..."

As soon as the words came out, Wen Chaoci's face changed.

The person who asked didn't know whether he should continue to ask, but he could only tentatively hesitate: "Master National Teacher, it seems that you have won the Sacred Heart?"

This person is the newly promoted member of Zhongshushe, Shen Yanbei.It's only been a little over a year since he entered the court, and his rank is not high, but he can be regarded as a close minister of the emperor.

The most important thing is that he is the concubine son of a family who came from the imperial examination, and he is also the confidant that Wen Chaoci focuses on cultivating now.

Wen Chaoci retreated from the left and right sides, and said: "The friendship between the national teacher and the Holy Master... is extraordinary. If you see something, just treat it as if you didn't see it. Treat the national teacher with respect and don't let others take advantage of it."

Shen Yanbei's expression sank slightly, and he understood Wen Chaoci's meaning: "...you mean..."

"Let's not talk about concubines in the harem now, there aren't even many palace maids." Wen Chaoci said flatly. "You have a number in your heart."

Shen Yanbei was really startled now: "Your Majesty, is this... successful?"

"Whether it will be successful or not depends on what the Holy One wants?" Wen Chaoci's expression was a little mocking. Now that he is in a high position, although his face is still as gentle as jade, he is no longer the good man he used to be. "Who are you as the Holy One? In this matter, is there room for us to talk?"

Shen Yanbei couldn't help feeling a little palpitating when he thought of Jinshang: "Then... the national teacher also..."

"National teacher?" Wen Chaoci remembered Song Xuan's eyes that day, and couldn't help chuckling. "What kind of fuel-efficient lamp do you think he is?"

Wen Chaoci seldom made such comments, and Shen Yanbei really didn't understand: "I've never heard of it..."

"If you haven't heard of it, then you're right." Wen Chaoci said. "You're not good enough."

Sitting on the position of the national teacher with his own strength, he calmly overthrew Bai Heng back then, the "small cabinet" created in the Zhaixing Pavilion, and even the Wujia Army and Tianji Camp in southern Xinjiang, all these things happened one after another. , which one does not have the shadow of Song Xuan behind?

However, this national teacher is still a master of the world, like a vase display, fooling these officials who are new to the court, as long as anyone bumps into it, he will have a bloody head.

Wen Chaoci couldn't help telling him one more sentence: "If you really want to count, your teacher should be the national teacher. He went to southern Xinjiang that year, and the Holy Majesty personally took care of it for him, but he still remembers it in name. .”

"If you have the heart, you might as well pay him a visit. He has a good temper, and if he has a little love for you, it's your luck."

Wen Chaoci couldn't be more clear about the influence of that person on the Holy Majesty.

The direction of the imperial court always takes turns. The "mini-cabinet" of the Zhaixing Pavilion was just a temporary harmony under the crisis. After everything went wrong, the two of Wen and Lu had different positions and political opinions. Hair has the opposite meaning.

But the only unchanging consensus is probably that they should never touch the reverse scale of the person on the dragon chair lightly.

As for the win or loss between him and Lu Qishang, Wen Chaoci didn't care too much, he had already got what he wanted.

With Lu Qishang's determination to forge ahead, he can be gentle and conservative. Under Ji Yunxi's iron and blood cleansing methods, the situation in the court has taken on a new look. Naturally, he can be a gentle minister for a long time-as long as Ji Yunxi is pleasing to his eyes.

But what he needs to deal with now is the shock brought to the court by Song Xuan and Ji Yunqi who have returned to the capital.

At this point, Wen Chaoci was even delighted with Song Xuan's return.

At least, he can make Ji Yunxi more lenient.