big master, big liar

After Song Xuan returned from southern Xinjiang, he became more and more tired and lazy.

He also seldom went back to the Xingxing Pavilion. He stayed in the palace every day, and Ji Yunxi read the memorials, and he read at the side.

During the day, he often plays with the two dogs in the palace. Recently, he has become obsessed with fishing. He often wears a bamboo hat and sits by the lake for a whole day.

When Ji Yunxi was free, she came over to make trouble for him, moving his fishing rod for a while, and putting all the fish he hoisted back into the water for a while.

Song Xuan was not annoyed, and always let him toss, and Ji Yunxi became more and more complacent, and finally the two always rolled together.

When he came to court, Song Xuan put on the mask of the national teacher again, high above, but empty.

Ji Yunxi saw it and knew that Song Xuan still hadn't come out.

The biggest thing for Dayao now is Ji Yunqi who has returned from southern Xinjiang.

The reappearing Tianhuang nobleman finally took over the title of King You and returned his military power. This returning God of War caught everyone's attention.All of a sudden, the government and the public looked sideways, and they were unparalleled.

However, the current Holy Majesty always looks at him with disdain and contempt, and it seems that his dislike has reached the extreme.

It seemed that everyone could see the turbulent undercurrent between the two brothers.

After that, the two new events were also related to the Southern Xinjiang camp.

The first one is General Hua and Hua Wuwu.

Dayao's famous hero turned out to be a woman, which shocked the eyes of many courtiers.

What's even more shocking is that King You insisted on being a woman, asking for the honor of her policy.

The Holy Majesty also had an attitude of nothing to do.

The court had been arguing for several months over this matter, and even the national teacher, who had always been detached from things, got involved, and finally decided on Dayao's first female marquis, titled General Huwei.

It is not unusual to confer meritorious deeds later on, although everyone in the Wujia Army did not make it public, they also recorded other meritorious deeds on the surface, Chang Feng, Xie Qingzhu, and Qin Fengtu each received awards.

It's just that Xie Qingzhu didn't want the title of meritorious honor, but turned over an injustice case of the emperor's ancestors, claiming to vindicate the ancestors.

Song Xuan was not surprised.

The ranger who was drunk in Sifang City every day, but could travel hundreds of miles, had his own story.

Ji Yunxi asked him: "Is brother envious?"

"What?" Song Xuan was pulling lotus roots in the lake at that time.

The palace originally planted lotus flowers for ornamental purposes, but in today's season, Song Xuan found new fun.

"Xie Qingzhu, he said that the case was overturned, so he went back to Sifang City." Ji Yunxi asked him: "Brother, do you want to go back to Sifang City?"

Song Xuan stopped moving, and finally smiled at him: "Thought."

He is not suitable for the position of national teacher. After the battle in southern Xinjiang, he became more and more clear.

To be exact, he is not suitable for the temple at all.

He is soft-hearted and sophisticated, but he doesn't have enough unwavering beliefs. He doesn't have a family, a country, and a world. He is just a gentle little person.

Therefore, he could not, like Lu Qishang and Liao, go forward for his own political beliefs and sacrifice everything in order to change the country.

His essence is a gust of wind, he can't carry anything too heavy, he can only be a passer-by between heaven and earth.

The more painful it is, the more I miss it.

He misses the hustle and bustle of Sifang City, the freshness brought by the busy traffic, the freedom in the mountains and wilderness, and the wandering in the rivers and lakes.

He sat by the lake, cut off the outside of the lotus root with a knife, handed it to Ji Yunxi, picked up a piece himself, and took a bite: "It's pretty good here, but I'm still thinking about it. Wait. When you are free, I will take you back for a stroll."

Ji Yunxi looked at Song Xuan's side face, his clear and elegant face was stained by the red clouds in the sky, and the red lake surface was reflected in his eyes.

A little too gentle.

Ji Yunxi hugged her knees and said softly: "Song Xuan, I like you, is it the biggest burden for you?"

If it weren't for him, Song Xuan would be sailing in the four seas and visiting the rivers and lakes now.

Song Xuan thought for a while, then laughed: "You know, I have no relatives."

"Only Qiutang can be regarded as my teacher and friend, other than that, there is no one else."

"So, when I first found out who you are, I thought, it's no big deal to die for you, it's just a life anyway."

He was alone, no one was waiting for him, no one was expecting him, so he took life and death very lightly.

"But this time in southern Xinjiang, I don't want to die at all." Song Xuan said. "I thought that if I died, you would be sad—but I don't want to make you sad."

Ji Yunxi stared at him: "I understand, I am the same."

"Yes," Song Xuan laughed. "This is a burden, Axi, you have increased my weight, and I have increased your weight, so that neither of us will be blown away by a gust of wind, and abandon ourselves casually."

"That's fine," he said. "How can there be two things in the world?"

Song Xuan patted Ji Yunxi on the shoulder, and they sat by the lake for a long time.

-

The next day, Ji Yunxi called Ji Yunqi into the palace.

"You should have a concubine." Ji Yunxi said without changing expression.

Ji Yunqi looked like he had seen a ghost: "Why is Your Majesty still meddling in such nosy business?"

He used to vacate the position of concubine for political reasons, and wanted to marry a woman who was most beneficial to him.

But later he rushed to the frontier, and then went to Sifang City to dawdle, never thinking that there is no such thing as a concubine being a concubine.

But now it was Ji Yunxi who brought this up.

"It doesn't matter if you don't," Ji Yunxi said with a look of disgust. "Is there someone else in your house? Anyone can do it, just give birth to a son."

Ji Yunqi was even more confused: "The concubines in my mansion are all nails given by others. I haven't met them a few times. What happened?"

"Your Majesty even has to take care of the affairs of the minister's room? Your hand is stretched too far!"

"Then you can figure out your own way," Ji Yunxi said casually. "I'll give you three years. If you can't have a son, you can take my place."

Ji Yunqi was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

Ji Yunxi squinted her eyes and said word by word: "I, no, want, do, emperor, emperor."