big master, big liar

Maybe it was because of years of battles that hurt his body, or maybe it was due to other reasons. After all, Hua Wuxian failed to give birth to a son. In less than three years, Ji Yunxi made a fuss, packed the abdication edict and jade seal, and sent them to Ji Yunqi's mansion .

When Ji Yunqi recalled it, the huge palace was empty.

Ji Yunxi took away Song Xuan, Ergou and Zhu Yang.

When he left the palace, Ji Yunqi suddenly realized that it was no different from when Ji returned.

Except for the change of guards and palace servants, Ji Yunxi didn't seem to have any preferences of his own. He seemed to have been a hasty passer-by in this palace all along, leaving no trace of himself.

At this time, the two of them had already rushed to the next city between the green mountains and green waters.

Ergou didn't come out for a long time to let the wind go, and kept barking happily.

Song Xuan looked slightly worried: "Are we leaving like this?"

"Of course," Ji Yunxi said confidently. "I gave him such a big gift, how should he thank me?"

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you getting more and more slippery——"

However, Ji Yunxi lightly grabbed his hand and clasped his fingers together: "Now, my brother can go wherever he wants, eat whatever he wants, and do whatever he wants."

"We still have a long time."

We will also meet many different people, meet many different things, laugh and cry countless times, face birth, old age, sickness and death, and will still be unable to ask for and let go.

Life is like a reverse journey.

however.

"I'll always be with you."

Song Xuan laughed.

Ji Yunxi also laughed.

Like the clouds and the rain, the rain is over and the sky is sunny.

The wind passes through their hair and blows through their hearts, as if blowing away all the past, melting under the sky, among the endless peaks, in the gurgling stream.

At the back, Zhu Yang was driving the carriage with leaves of grass in his mouth, waving his whip, and shouted to them: "Aren't you coming up? What if King You sends someone to chase after you—"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Let's go for a while, just go for a while."

After walking for a while, we will pass through this long night and come to the eternal life between you and me.

[about the end]

The old timeline of the episode ([-])

If nothing changes, then—

1,

The day Song Xuan arrived at Dayao, it was the first autumn rain, and even the sky was foggy.

But he was happy in his heart.

The job of being an envoy to Dayao was invited by him from the high priest—this should not have been the job of a priest.

Especially him, the Xuanyi Priest who is under Nantu and above ten thousand people, and is recognized as the next High Priest.

It is really not a good idea to go all the way to Dayao.

But Song Xuan wanted to come.

He is from Dayao, born in Hengyang, although he was abandoned by Dayao and brought back to Nantu by the high priest, but he still wants to see this native land with his own eyes.

Before coming here, Mr. Nan Rong almost turned into an old woman, and he reminded him thousands of times: "Dayao's current emperor is a most vicious character. You have to be careful not to annoy him."

Song Xuan nodded: "Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for Nantu."

Nan Rongjun gave him a white look with those glass-like eyeballs: "Who is afraid that you will cause trouble for Nantu, I am afraid that you will meddle in other people's business and leave your life on Dayao."

It's no secret that Nantu's Priest in Xuanyi is indeed a gentle, gentle and easy-going guy.

"Dayao has such a person, and he is at the end of his luck."

Nan Rongjun's eyes were faintly rippling, and he said with a smile: "You will be honest and come back safely this trip. In a few years, you won't have to go anywhere in Dayao."

Nan Tu has always been ambitious towards Dayao from the priest to the people. Song Xuan understands it, but doesn't quite agree with it.

"Priest, we're almost here!" He heard a servant calling him outside.

Song Xuan shook his head, put all these things behind him, and changed into his priestly robe with white ink borders—originally his clothes were black, but it was heard that Dayao respected black, So I had to be taboo.

The priest's robe was very heavy, straight and stiff, completely different from Song Xuan's usual casual clothes, which made him a little awkward when he got out of the car, and he almost fell off the horse when he stepped on the ground.

But one hand held him firmly.

Song Xuan stabilized his body, turned around and faced a face as bright and moving as the autumn moon.

Song Xuan thought of Nantu's number one beauty, Princess Yinghuo, for a moment. The person in front of her was as exquisite as Yinghuo, but she had eyes as cold as a dry well, which made Song Xuan stunned.

"Bold!"

He heard someone yelling at him.

It was only then that Song Xuan realized that this man was dressed in black and was riding on a snow-white horse, with a vague look of scrutiny and playfulness on his face.

"Are you a priest from Tuguo?" he asked.

Song Xuan was aware of his identity, and saluted with great knowledge of current affairs: "Song Xuan, see Emperor Yao—"

The man casually picked up his chin with a horsewhip: "I came here to see something new, but I didn't expect Mr. Priest to be interesting."

"We... Have we met somewhere?"

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, looked at the man's pale and delicate face, and slowly shook his head: "You're joking."

The man smiled faintly: "That's right, Priest Nantu, how could I have seen it."

"Come in and talk."

He rode that horse straight into the main hall, the officials on the left and right ignored him, and no one dared to stop him

Arrogant, gloomy, unpredictable, and rebellious by nature.

This was Song Xuan's first impression of Ji Yunxi.

Song Xuan had heard of the evil name of Emperor Dayao long before he came here.

He murdered his elder brother, forced his father to death, broke the ancestral golden whip, and killed a highly respected Bai Dingting.

What's more, he just experienced a coercion a few months ago. It is rumored that the day of the coercion was dark and blood flowed like a river.

Lu Xiang, who was the leader, had his head chopped off by his own hands, and hung outside the palace wall, with his eyes never closed until his death.

From then on, no one in Dayao dared to provoke this violent and unreasonable emperor.

But he seems to be very interested in this unknown envoy, and he is also very generous.

This made Song Xuan feel a little lucky.

Ji Yunxi asked him to play chess in the embassy, ​​and asked him to talk about the customs of Nantu. At first, he thought that the emperor was here to inquire about information. impatience.

Instead, he asked him curiously: "So Priest Xuan is very popular in Nantu?"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "That's not the case. Xuan just likes to travel around, and more people know about it. Most of the people in Nantu still believe in the high priest."

"The high priest is the incarnation of the gods."

Disdain appeared in Ji Yunxi's eyes: "Are there really any gods in this world?"

Song Xuan knew that the emperor was rebellious, so he just smiled and said: "Even if there is no such thing, it is still good to have a pure land and a god in your heart."

How could he have thought at that time that his casual persuasion would actually bring him a lot of trouble.

Song Xuan couldn't figure out why this emperor had gone crazy, so he wanted to forcibly lock himself on a high tower.

"This is the Zhaixing Pavilion, the place where Dayao is closest to the sky." Ji Yunxi stood beside him and said softly, "You are the person closest to the gods, so you should live here."

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not a god, and the priest is just a person."

Ji Yunxi reached out to stroke his face.His eyes were cold, but his expression was vaguely obsessed: "Didn't you say that? It's always good to have a pure land and a god in your heart."

"Song Xuan, my place is so dirty that I have no place to stay." Ji Yunxi laughed softly. "But I always feel that you are clean."

"Stay here, whether it's a god or a human being, you want you to be mine."

Song Xuan's awareness of being imprisoned was not as strong as he had imagined.

He was originally a person who could be still or active, and Ji Yunxi provided him with delicious food and drink, and lived in Dayao for a while, and he was not as uncomfortable as imagined.

When he was in Nantu, he often served as a priest, waiting for the arrival of the people in the temple.

The only difference is that he became Ji Yunxi's priest alone.

Ji Yunxi was not at all tired of this foreign priest on the high tower, he always came to him to talk to him and bring him some weird things, and finally he had nothing to say, so he just stared at him in a daze.

Song Xuan didn't quite understand that he was not as beautiful as the emperor himself, so what was so good about him?

Once Ji Yunxi fell asleep in his place, and when he woke up, his first reaction was to draw a sharp short blade from his sleeve.

At that time, Song Xuan was on the side, holding a pen and ink in a daze.

Ji Yunxi frowned slightly, and asked him, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, and a large drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen: "Why should I kill you?"

"If you kill me, you can go back." Ji Yunxi said quietly.

"I'm not in such a hurry to go back," Song Xuan said, propping his chin. "There are a lot of priests in Nantu, I don't need it... Besides, Dayao's dim sum is delicious."

Ji Yunxi hooked the corners of her lips, jumped off the bed and asked him, "What are you writing about?"

"I want to write Chinese characters," Song Xuan looked a little embarrassed. "But I can only read, not write."

He only learned the basics at the Song family in the early years, but when he came to Nantu, he put it aside.So far, I have only learned to read, not write.

"I'll teach you." Ji Yunxi covered his hands from behind, breathing softly into his ear. "You have to call me Master."

"Don't even think about it," Song Xuan laughed. "Don't think I don't know, you are younger than me."

"Then you can call me by my name," Ji Yunxi said quietly. "Yunxi."

"Yunxi..." Song Xuan read it again, and Ji Yunxi held his hand again and taught him to write it again. "Do you remember?"

Song Xuan looked at the complicated character "Xi" and shook his head: "Why is your name so difficult to write?"

"You can learn slowly." Ji Yunxi said softly.

In fact, if Song Xuan wasn't a boy chicken priest, he should be able to imagine that if a cold-blooded and heartless person suddenly softens, it's definitely not just because he's in a better mood recently.

He may have other thoughts.

For example, one night, Ji Yunxi said to him: "I will stay tonight."

Song Xuan was still practicing calligraphy, so he just nodded casually: "Okay."

Ji Yunxi hugged him from behind, smiled softly, reached out and untied his belt: "I mean, let's sleep together."

Song Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that the young emperor meant something, and turned to look at him: "Xuan...has no such intention."

Ji Yunxi laughed, his smile was cold, as if it never reached his eyes.

He said: "Song Xuan, don't get me wrong, I want you, it doesn't matter if you want it or not."

Song Xuan's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't help furrowing his brows deeply.

He hesitated for a moment, but still firmly pushed Ji Yunxi away, with a somewhat distant expression after all.

"Song Xuan is unwilling." Song Xuan's voice was neither high nor low, with his unique gentleness and firmness.

"Then there is no other way." Ji Yunxi laughed softly, and several guards walked in outside, pressing his upper body on the table.

The man pinched his chin and said softly, "You'd better be honest, I still like you very much."

As he said that, he was about to tear off his belt and take off his silk trousers.

Song Xuan's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he didn't bother to address him respectfully: "—Ji Yunxi, you're crazy!"

Ji Yunxi bit his earlobe and giggled, "Am I the first person to touch the priest?"

It was the first time that Song Xuan had such a straightforward understanding of the matter of imprisonment.This doesn't just mean the scope of his footprints, but means that he doesn't have any dignity and freedom. As long as the young twisted emperor gets interested, he can play and insult him anytime he wants.

He thought, if he had a knife in his hand now, maybe he would stab Ji Yunxi's chest without hesitation.

The man stuck out the tip of his bright red tongue, and the end of his eyes was full of charm: "Why are priests sweet?"

Song Xuan didn't want to struggle, and he didn't want to curse loudly, because he knew that for Ji Yunxi, these were no different from adding to the fun, and he didn't want to waste his energy in vain.

Facing the table, he smiled lowly, trembling down his spine.

He said, Ji Yunxi, don't you feel sorry for yourself?

Do you have nothing to be so ridiculous and low-spirited?

Song Xuan would hurt others.

Not only will he, but he is also proficient in this way. He has always been able to see the most painful scars on a person, and he knows how to insert the deepest knife on it.

Especially when someone offended him.

There was no trace of malice in his voice, on the contrary, it was gentle and gentle, with a hint of bewitchment.

He said, probably no one would love you, and would treat even a little bit of politeness as rain.Even Xinyue is so distorted and unbearable.

Ji Yunxi, what are you counting on?Do you expect the person you hurt to turn around and treat you tenderly?

Song Xuan was not surprised that he would say such vicious words.

This is legitimate revenge.

Not surprisingly, he felt the silence.

What followed was severe pain.

"You're right," the voice behind him whispered like a demon. "Song Xuan, you are right."

Song Xuan's voice trembled because of the pain, but he smiled unceremoniously: "Do you want to kill me?"

"No," Ji Yunxi stroked his lips lightly, poking his fingers in to stir them. "I like priests very much."

Song Xuan bit his finger hard, and tasted blood in his mouth.

However, Ji Yunxi never uttered any cry of pain from the beginning to the end, only a slight panting sound, accompanied by his movements becoming more and more rapid.

If Song Xuan could see his face, he would definitely be able to see the despair and joy in his eyes, as if the evil spirit crawled out of the dark darkness and finally saw an inch of dawn.

Although it will die with this dawn.

All the dignity of each other was torn apart, full of tears and pain, and even the slightest tenderness could not be found.

It probably didn't get off to a worse start.

The old timeline outside the episode ([-])

Song Xuan didn't understand how this man dared to sleep with him in his arms.

He was naked and tied—like a pig tied up and about to be slaughtered by a butcher.

And his butcher was holding himself in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Ji Yunxi's sleeping face was very innocent, and after closing those gloomy eyes, the delicacy of the facial features became more prominent.

He fell asleep like this, no one would believe what absurd and nasty things this man did just now.

I don't know if it's stupid, or I despise myself too much.

Song Xuan frowned slightly, instead of struggling, he got closer to that embrace.

The naked skin of the two touched each other, and the cold medicinal fragrance surrounded him.

Song Xuan began to absorb the memory from another body without hesitation.

He closed his eyelids slightly, and the past events that Ji Yunxi experienced flooded into his mind in large quantities, quickly disturbing his thoughts.

Until, he saw a certain memory that even he himself was about to forget.

"Brother Xuan."

He heard Ji Yunxi in his memory, his voice was soft and so clear that he could wring out a handful of water.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

The captured priest hadn't spoken for several days.

He seemed to always be thinking about something alone, even if he was tortured by the young emperor repeatedly, he never had half a reaction.

Quiet as if out of soul.

Ji Yunxi was never irritable, but the gloom in his eyes deepened day by day: "Is the priest accepting his fate? Or is it waiting for me to get tired of playing?"

He brought the refreshments to Song Xuan's lips with great interest, and seeing that Song Xuan didn't respond, the beauty in his eyes became more and more beautiful: "I see, is the priest playing hard to get?"

He deliberately used this to disgust him.

"The priest doesn't want to eat it, so I'll just feed you." He took a bite of half of the pastry, forced him between the mattresses, and pushed it into his mouth.

The sweet taste made Song Xuan couldn't help frowning, unwilling to swallow, couldn't help but push him away and spit it out.

Ji Yunxi was pushed aside by him, but she was not annoyed, she leaned against the bed and looked at him with a half-smile: "Didn't the priest like Dayao's dim sum?"

Song Xuan wiped his lips, looked at him, and finally sighed: "Are you happy like this?"

Ji Yunxi was slightly taken aback.

"Forcing a strange man to trample on other people's dignity, fooling around like this every day." Song Xuan was not angry this time. "Are you happy with this?"

He thought about it for a long time, including Ji Yunxi's polite treatment when he first came to Dayao, the old friendship between Ji Yunxi and him, and Ji Yunxi's absurdity these days.

He had to admit that he hated Ji Yunxi.

But after reading all his experiences from memory and realizing that he was the child who once gave him warmth.

His feelings towards him became more and more complicated, and it was even difficult for him to completely dislike him.

It's like a ridiculous joke.

Ji Yunxi's mouth slowly opened into a smile, like an epiphyllum blooming at night.

There is no evil spirit at all, but in the thick night, it looks more and more pure and bright.

"Yeah, I'm happy with that."

Ji Yunxi's eyes were also like crescent moons, smiling crookedly.

"Looking at those sanctimonious old men, showing their angry looks, and seeing them not living or dying... I am very happy."

There was indescribable comfort in his voice, and it was not fake.

Song Xuan felt more and more cold: "So you keep me?"

Ji Yunxi shook his head, but his smile gradually melted: "The priests are different."

He said.

Song Xuan pursed his lips tightly.

What's the difference?

Song Xuan didn't know, and Ji Yunxi didn't know even more.

There is one thing that Song Xuan is very clear about.

No matter what his complex emotions towards Ji Yunxi are, he is absolutely unwilling to stay in Zhaixing Pavilion for a lifetime and let him play with it capriciously.

He has always been a person with clear grievances and grievances. He is unwilling to hurt his old childhood friend, but he will not let himself be a fish on the chopping board or a thing for others to play with.

It is not difficult to leave the Zhaixing Pavilion, even if it is tied with ropes and chains, Song Xuan can always find a way.

The real difficulty is how to avoid the emperor's ubiquitous eyes and ears in Shengjing, as well as his pathological persistence that never gives up until he reaches his goal.

Song Xuan failed three times.

The price was the tighter guard and the thin, golden chain around his neck.

The guard who was always smiling finally couldn't help it anymore, and secretly said to him: "My lord priest, the Holy One really doesn't want you to go... Every time you run out, he will get angry, and it's better to come to you." smiley..."

"Then smile and put me on a dog leash?" Song Xuan couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Yang choked for a moment, he looked at the gold chain on Song Xuan's neck, and seemed to be a little nauseous.

Song Xuan shook his head: "I didn't mean to offend you."

Zhu Yang lowered his head and said, "...I'm not making sense, but my lord priest, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back."

"Instead of being stalemate like this, you might as well think about it a little more."

Song Xuan smiled, but did not speak.

He has been thinking very openly, so he should eat and drink, and he didn't treat himself badly.But not happy is not happy, he just doesn't like living like this, he can bear it, but he just can't admit it.

That night, Ji Yunxi flicked the gold chain around his neck, his fingertips across his lower abdomen, and then landed on his heart.

"If I brand my name here, won't others dare to touch the priest?"

Ji Yunxi squinted her eyes, as if she was really considering the feasibility of this action.

He was born without knowing what it means to like, he only knows that when he is tempted and wants it, he will try his best to grab it in his hands.

Possession is the premise of everything.

Who cares what is despicable or not?

Song Xuan looked at him, and suddenly said casually: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, there are many ways to lock a person."

Ji Yunxi's pupils reflected his gentle face.

Song Xuan showed a fake but just right smile, and he gently held Ji Yunxi's hand.

"Fame, power... are fatal temptations for people."

"To you too?" Ji Yunxi knew that what he said was right, but there was some unknown hesitation.

Song Xuan nodded, bowed his head and whispered in his ear.

"Ji Yunxi, Song Xuan is a priest of Nantu, so naturally he doesn't want to be a humble pet." There was an emotionless tenderness in his voice. "But if I have a high position and authority, how can I be willing to leave?"

Ji Yunxi's eyes flickered, and he smiled softly.

"you're right."

Fame and fortune locks are always more real than gold and silver chains.

This is the conclusion he has drawn from past experience.

The old timeline outside the episode ([-])

10

That priest from a foreign country has become the most popular character in Shengjing.

Song Xuan didn't expect that Ji Yunxi would be so courageous, he would take him in and out together without any scruples, and even moved a chair for him in the court, letting him sit and listen.

You know, he is at least Nantu's envoy, even Song Xuan felt a little absurd.

The courtiers were like frightened quails, all of them dared not speak out, but there was a character of that kind of shrewd force, who came to follow his way secretly.

One end of the shining chain was wrapped around Ji Yunxi's wrist, while the other was around Song Xuan's neck.

He is really like a house sparrow being reared. He eats gold and jade every day, and wears light clothes and fat. He really enjoys inexhaustible wealth and honor in the world.

Ji Yunxi knew this well, but she was not annoyed, she just asked him with a smile, "Are the priests satisfied now?"

Song Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

He burned the fat of his own subjects, and forced him to stick a gold leaf man on this dung.

What else could he be dissatisfied with?

Ji Yunxi held her chin, and finally laughed out loud.

"The priest is not such a person, so why pretend to be greedy for money?"

Song Xuan's pupils shrank slightly.

But the man said with a half-smile: "I told you earlier, I won't get tired of the priest, you should calm down as soon as possible."

Song Xuan looked at him, for some reason, his heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out: "I didn't expect you to get bored."

It's not that he thinks too much of himself, he just won't bet everything on this man's capricious mind.

"Then what is the priest expecting?" Ji Yunxi seemed very interested.

Song Xuan pursed his lips tightly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the priest is happy." He pulled the golden chain around his fingertips, and brought the indifferent priest to him, and gently bit his ear. "Follow me a little bit, this time I won't tie you up, okay?"

Song Xuan looked at his strange but charming eyebrows, but did not say a word after all.

11

A night of absurdity.

Ji Yunxi didn't know which jester's nonsense he believed, and got some drugs to enhance his enjoyment. Regardless of his weak body, he insisted on using them recklessly.

But it made both of them confused and confused, whether they were born or not, and whether they died or not, their minds were confused in this carnal desire.

Song Xuan was bewitched by his gorgeous eroticism, and every movement brought his fiery moans and breaths.

A pair of eyes are even more glistening, making people unable to bear to look away, for fear of mistaking the temptation for amorous feelings.

The bed shook, accompanied by the jingling of gold chains, and the sound of tongues and tongues being entwined.

Ji Yunxi wished she could die at this moment.

After pestering for more than a night, when Song Xuan got up, his voice was already hoarse, and the surroundings were in a mess, embarrassingly obscene.

He just wanted to pretend to be blind, pretending not to see.

But Ji Yunxi pulled him back, and chuckled softly in his ear.

"The priest is so ecstatic."

Song Xuan hated himself for not biting off his tongue last night: "It can't compare to your enchanting demeanor."

Ji Yunxi didn't feel ashamed at all: "Then I'm so enchanting, did the priest really enjoy it?"

Song Xuan was speechless for a while, he thought, he couldn't talk about etiquette, justice and shame with a bastard.

He got up and put on his clothes, but Ji Yunxi quietly looked at the top of the bed.

He said, "It would be fine if I died last night."

It was an extremely obscene sentence, but he said it without hindrance.

"I want to die on you."

Song Xuan's gaze stayed on him, changing a lot, and finally said softly: "Just let me go."

"You know it's impossible." Ji Yunxi said with a smile.

Song Xuan's expression was complicated: "Even if you will regret it?"

Ji Yunxi said, "I won't regret it."

12

Song Xuan's temporary weakness and forbearance can always be exchanged for something.

For example, freedom within a certain limit, such as those secret opportunities to contact Nantu and buy people's hearts.

On the surface, he is still the gentle and calm prisoner, he is just waiting for an opportunity.

Until, a man named Fang Qiutang stood in front of him.

He thought that this wealthy businessman was here to offer treasures and intended to gain benefits from him.

But when he carefully looked at the wonderful objects brought by the man, he suddenly heard a voice: "Does the priest miss Nantu?"

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback.

Fang Qiutang stared at the gold chain around his neck, with unspeakable calculations in his fox eyes.

"Do you... hate someone?"

Song Xuan thought, the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally come.

13

Fang Qiutang took advantage of Song Xuan's Dongfeng and became an imperial merchant who paid tribute.

He has many ways to pass letters in, his clock will jump out of the bird delivering the letter at a certain time, and there is a mechanism for hiding letters in his music box...

Song Xuan couldn't meet with him often, but he knew a lot of news.

Most of them are from Nantu.

For example, Mr. Nanrong has been trying to negotiate with Dayao to get him back, but Ji Yunxi has no intention of responding at all.

Another example, a while ago, General Cangye broke into the palace at night for him, and was discovered. Fortunately, nothing happened, but it was even more difficult for Song Xuan to escape.

There are also some about Ji Yunxi.

He said that Ji Yunxi was tyrannical and innocent, and killed all the virtuous, leaving only a group of flattering villains in power.Ever since Lu Xiang's head was hung high on the city wall, there have been no more officials in this world who serve the people wholeheartedly.

He also said that the officials oppressed the people, so that the public opinion was turned against and complained everywhere.

Recently, there was a natural disaster again, starvation was everywhere, and the people changed their children to eat, so that the righteous thieves took the granary to help the victims, but they were slaughtered by the officers and soldiers.

Some people in his hometown have rebelled, and they are flying the banner of King You, and I don't know if it is true or not - they are being surrounded by officers and soldiers.

Fang Qiutang has a righteous brother, not a sibling, but better than a sibling.His righteous brother has been working hard for Ji Yunxi, doing dirty things, hurting nature and justice, but he can't get away.Even if he doesn't suffer karma, sooner or later he will be eliminated by Ji Yunxi.

He chose to cooperate with Nantu because he wanted to overthrow this absurd and cruel emperor and save his life.

From this point of view, Ji Yunxi is actually the culprit in the world.

Song Xuan read these letters and burned them one by one, leaving only embers, which were clearly extinguished, confusing his mind.

He thought he had done nothing wrong.

But there is always a weak and beautiful smiling face lingering in front of his eyes.

But there is always a weak and beautiful smiling face lingering in front of his eyes.

That day, in Song Xuan's dream, there was always a thin and frail young man walking alone with scars all over his body.

He opened his mouth to call the man's name.

But I couldn't call it out.

14

Song Xuan stood on the roof of the Zhaixing Pavilion and looked into the distance.

Since he came to Dayao, he has often stood here: here you can see the panorama of the palace, as lifeless and cold as the Zhaixing Pavilion.

Perhaps the Zhaixing Pavilion is slightly better than the Imperial Palace.

It's windy here.

But in the palace, even the wind was blocked from the vermilion wall.

Ji Yunxi asked him, "What is the priest thinking?"

Song Xuan didn't answer for a long time before he said, "Is that what Dayao is like?"

"The high priest said that I am from Yao, but I have lived in Nantu for a long time, so I can't remember what Yao looks like."

After he came, he only saw the imperial palace and lived in the Zhaixing Pavilion.

It seems that everything makes people unhappy.

Ji Yunxi leaned against the railing together with him, staring at the dark sky and the palace in the distance: "Yes, that's probably how it is."

"What about outside?"

"Outside?" Ji Yunxi didn't know what was on his mind, and he didn't seem to care much about it. "It's about the same."

Song Xuan felt a little downhearted.

"Do you still hate me?" Ji Yunxi asked.

Song Xuan said, "I don't know."

He really doesn't know.

People's emotions are so complicated that they can't tell right from wrong, love and hate.

"You still hate me." Ji Yunxi said inexplicably.

At least for a long time.

The old timeline of the extra episode ([-])

15

Song Xuan survived winter and summer in Shengjing, exactly one year later, Tuguo and Dayao finally started a war.

At that time, the officials in Shengjing were just echoers, each whitewashing their face of peace, claiming that the Dayao country is rich and the people are strong, and the mere Nantu is not enough to cause trouble.

As for Ji Yunxi, he neither believed nor disbelieved, but let them flatter.

When it came time for the Ministry of Household Accounting, it said that a new palace would be built.

Song Xuan was on the side at that time, seeing the beard trembling of the head of the household department, tears were about to come down: "My lord, the treasury is empty and the border is tight, the overall situation should be the most important-"

In this situation, daring to say such a sentence can be regarded as courageous.

Ji Yunxi looked at him with a half-smile: "Does this mean that I have ignored the overall situation?"

Then some absurd ones came out to echo: "Family and country, how can the family govern the country when the family is uneasy? The restlessness of the Holy Majesty's sleeping and living is a major event. Isn't it true that the Lord has a long-standing grudge against the Holy Majesty?"

This sentence made the old man with white hair and beard fall to his knees with a "plop", his teeth trembling in fright: "Old minister, old minister has absolutely no such intention——"

Afterwards, everyone was throwing stones at the well, elevating this matter to the highest level, as if they wanted to drag this person out and execute him.

The emperor above looked at all this, as if watching some good show, with indescribable joy in his eyes.

On the contrary, Song Xuan frowned, and couldn't help saying: "...Forget it, this lord doesn't mean it either."

Hearing this, Ji Yunxi stared at him and propped his chin: "The priest is the priest of Nantu."

Song Xuan didn't speak.

He really shouldn't be involved in this mess.

Ji Yunxi laughed softly: "Forget it, the money in the treasury doesn't need to be moved. Let's stop the imperial mausoleum that was mentioned at the beginning of the year. The money will be allocated and the palace will be repaired first."

He glanced at the Minister of the Household Department and laughed: "I was just joking, you don't have to take it to heart, get up."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Yunxi tugged at the chain on Song Xuan's neck, with a vague smile in his eyes, as if hinting at him something.

Song Xuan just pretended not to see it.

16

As expected, Ji Yunxi put the account of the day on Song Xuan's head, and as soon as he came to court, he dragged him to the imperial study room, showed him the erotic pictures that came from nowhere, and wanted to mate with him like a dog. pose.

As soon as Song Xuan saw the painting, his ears turned red, and he flung his sleeves to leave.

Ji Yunxi tugged at his sleeve and said, "If the priest leaves, the old man will suffer in the daytime."

Song Xuan sneered: "Zuo is just one of your Dayao's people, so what does it have to do with me?"

Ji Yunxi then called Zhu Yang and told him, "You take someone now, and take Du Shangshu from the household department to Zhaoyetai, and peel him a layer of skin first."

Zhu Yang gasped, grinning, and paced outside the door reluctantly.

Go to the threshold.

Hearing Song Xuan's cold voice: "Listen to you."

Only then did Ji Yunxi laugh: "Zhu Yang, you don't have to go."

"Yes," Zhu Yang chuckled, turned his head to give Song Xuan a big gift, and jumped out.

Song Xuan once again had the urge to kill with a knife.

That day, Ji Yunxi held the chain from behind and pushed it forward again and again. When she became interested, she kissed the back of his neck from behind and rubbed her teeth together.

Song Xuan's scalp was numb.

The two did it more times, and he also discovered Song Xuan's weakness, and it became more and more difficult to deal with.

If it was said that Song Xuan was only resentful at first, but later he also got fun from it, and it became more and more embarrassing.

After the fierce battle, the two rested on the soft couch.Ji Yunxi was also aware of his change, so she coaxed him: "The priest also likes it, just follow my own heart."

Song Xuan ignored him.

"The priest is a good man, and a good man can't beat me," he continued.

Song Xuan simply closed his eyes, pretending that he had already fallen asleep.

Ji Yunxi didn't bother him any more, and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After a long time, Song Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and after confirming that Ji Yunxi was breathing evenly and that he was indeed fast asleep, he reached out to touch Ji Yunxi's cheek.

He searched in his memory for a long time, and finally got the information he wanted.

About Dayao's military affairs, about the border wars.

He let go of his hand and looked at Ji Yunxi's face, the initial annoyance was dissipated by something.

"I am not a good guy."

he said softly.

17,

The war is raging outside, but Shengjing is peaceful with singing and dancing.

At the end of the year, a prototype of the palace was finally built, and Ji Yunxi named it Wanqiu.

He took Song Xuan to visit again, even the banquet at the end of the year was cancelled, and the two of them had a New Year's Eve dinner there.

It is not like a palace, it is not gorgeous, but most of it is interesting scenery, and even vaguely has folk freedom.

The decorations inside are all priceless treasures, but they are not very eye-catching just sitting there.

This surprised Song Xuan quite a bit.

He thought that according to Ji Yunxi's temperament, he would find a place full of jewels and jewels, full of wine and flesh.

Ji Yunxi said, "Shengjing is really meaningless, so I made a place like this."

"I can pretty much forget what it's like outside, but I've heard of it a little bit. In the future, I'll be looking for some fire-breathing and jugglers. It's kind of interesting that you're here."

"Me?" Song Xuan was taken aback for a moment.

He remembered that first he was on the top floor of the Zhaixing Pavilion and asked Ji Yunxi what it was like outside.

Presumably it was the boredom in his eyes that made this person see it.

He didn't know what to say.

It was snowing outside.

The room was simmering on the fire, Ji Yunxi brought it over by himself, filled it up for the two of them, and took a sip by himself: "I lied to you last time, there should be a lot of fun outside, someone told me about it."

Song Xuan took his wine, looked at the fine snow outside, and didn't feel very cold: "Who did you listen to?"

"Old friend," Ji Yunxi's breath condensed into white air in the cold air. "I've been waiting for him for a long time."

Song Xuan's hand holding the cup suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"I always hoped that he didn't die... Now that I think about it, life or death probably has nothing to do with me." Ji Yunxi curled his lips. "It's long gone."

It's long gone.

Song Xuan opened his mouth, he wanted to ask Ji Yunxi who that person was.

But he has seen all his memories.

Know the answer to the question like the back of your hand.

In Ji Yunxi's past life, he was the only person who had intersected with him and who would tell him what he was like in the folk.

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