big master, big liar

Halfway through the reading, Song Xuan let go of his hand.

Because the scenes and information that flashed before his eyes were already in confusion, this usually meant that the memory source was abnormal.

Jueyuan didn't know that Song Xuan had read his memory, and there was still suppressed pain in his eyes.

He had already woken up from the madness, but he was still trembling uncontrollably, as if the tearing pain came from his soul.

He fainted from the trembling.

Song Xuan looked at Jue Yuan who had fainted on the ground, and couldn't help sighing.

What he was curious about was actually the miraculous ascension in this monastery, but after all, he still didn't see what he wanted to know in Jue Yuan's memory.

I don't know if Jue Yuan is avoiding it subconsciously, or he takes those warm moments too seriously, so that when Lian Song Xuan reads, the first thing he gets is these harmonious memories.

"What's the matter with you?" Ji Yunxi looked at Song Xuan who was silent, and thought of something, a strange look appeared on his face.

"It's nothing." Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, then said: "He... take it back first."

"Bring it back to our yard?"

"Yes," Song Xuan nodded. "He works for me."

Song Xuan keenly realized that all the monks that appeared in Jueyuan's memory did not appear in the current temple again.

Are they already gone?Or did something bigger happen?

There was a vague idea in Song Xuan's mind, at least Jueyuan could not be delivered to the monks in the temple.

Jue Yuan didn't wake up until it was getting dark.

Ji Yunxi has become a doctor after a long illness, and has a little understanding of medical principles. He felt Jueyuan's pulse and said, "It's probably because he was overworked, and he was agitated by his emotional loss, so he fell asleep. If you want to talk to him, get some cold water. Just do it."

Song Xuan shook his head: "Let him rest, he's not very old."

He remembered that in Jueyuan's memory, although he also had to clean the temple, it was not a heavy job.

But the two times he saw Jueyuan, he looked exhausted.

When Ji Yunxi heard this, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Song Xuan.

The look in his eyes was different from usual, with some inexplicable meaning, which made Song Xuan feel a little scared.

Song Xuan couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Ji Yunxi looked at him, as if to recognize every expression on his face: "Do you like young boys?"

This is the conclusion he came to after thinking all the way, but it made Song Xuan terrified: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

When Ji Yunxi saw his reaction, his expression became more serious, and he tapped his knuckles on the table again and again: "I, Jueyuan, who will I pick up next? Oh, by the way, that Wu Si is not as old as you big--"

This conclusion was so weird that Song Xuan couldn't help being a little dazed: "It's just a coincidence, why do you think so?"

Ji Yunxi said with a half-smile, "You held the little monk's hand and refused to let go. You patted and touched it. Don't you think it's a rare opportunity?"

Only then did Song Xuan realize that it took him a long time to read the memory, and he didn't let go of Jueyuan's hand, which naturally seemed strange to Ji Yunxi.

Seeing that Song Xuan didn't refute, Ji Yunxi had a tinge of confusion in his eyes: "If you like it, it's not a big deal."

As he spoke, he approached step by step, and finally leaned into Song Xuan's ear, whispering softly: "You helped me return to Beijing, and I should repay you—"

Song Xuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at him in disbelief.

The young man hooked his chin, and the beauty and charm of his appearance were brought to the extreme at this moment: "Song Xuan, I am much better than them all."

Yes, he is indeed much better than Jue Yuan and Wu Si, he is the king of the prince, and he looks amazing...

To be honest, apart from Ji Yunxi's cruel methods and slightly indifferent personality, no matter which broken sleeve it is, Ji Yunxi will be classified as the best.

But Song Xuan is really not a broken sleeve.

In other words, he didn't think about these things at all.

"I really don't have such a hobby." Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The word "do not believe" was clearly written on Ji Yunxi's face. Although he was not very old, he had also experienced a lot in the palace. He had heard of it a long time ago.

Moreover, the tastes of this group of people are fairly consistent, and most of them like beautiful teenagers.

Such a hobby is naturally not visible, but it just fell on Song Xuan, Ji Yunxi didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He didn't understand why Song Xuan tried his best to help him, but now that he knew that Song Xuan was troubled by sex, he became happy instead.

At least Song Xuan has plans for him. For him, there is no difference between Song Xuan liking him because of his appearance and him liking Song Xuan because of the person he remembers. They just take what they need. That's all.

Ji Yunxi didn't hesitate to give Song Xuan a little sweetness, and let this person truly and completely belong to him.

It's just that Song Xuan really didn't mean it. Seeing that Ji Yunxi was thinking wrongly, he had no choice but to fool him with nice words: "At that time, I was thinking of something else, and my mind was distracted, and I didn't mean anything else."

Ji Yunxi narrowed his eyes slightly: "No other meaning?"

Song Xuan nodded without hesitation.

"Then why haven't you married yet?"

This is also the main reason why Ji Yunxi suspects that he is as good as Long Yang. Song Xuan has already passed his twenties, the year of weak crown.In an ordinary noble family, not to mention the wives and concubines, at least one or two children should be born.

No matter how bad it is, there should always be one or two good friends.

But Song Xuan is still alone now, walking alone, and Ji Yunxi has been with him for the past few days, not to mention a good relationship, even with a girl like Bai Xiaotao who has no sense of distance, he has no evil thoughts at all.

If he hadn't been Liu Xiahui in the current age, Ji Yunxi could only think that he didn't like women at all.

Song Xuan was shocked at the beginning, but then he was made laugh by this oolong, he pulled Ji Yunxi by the sleeve, and pushed him onto the chair: "Axi, listen to me carefully, those of us who walk the rivers and lakes Common people, not your noble lords, do you know how much money it costs to marry a wife and have children?"

Ji Yunxi froze for a moment, his eyes showed a trace of bewilderment, and even the charming look that he deliberately made to lure Song Xuan just now faded away.

"Let's not talk about buying a bride price," Song Xuan shook his head, and settled accounts with him with a smile. "I'm a fortune teller. I don't have a room or a row of land. I'm also an orphan. I don't have parents to help me. Which good family's daughter would sleep with me?"

Ji Yunxi was really ignorant of the hardships of the people. Although he lived through hardships in the early years, it was different from the environment that Song Xuan experienced.

He said, "You are not very short of money..."

Song Xuan shook his head: "It's because you don't understand again. People who run around the rivers and lakes, money comes and goes quickly. In a business like ours, most of the money is made when others are in trouble, and sooner or later they have to use their belongings to pay for it." One's own disaster is not safe after all."

Especially people like Song Xuan, if they are in a place to make a big deal, they dare not stay for a few days, for fear of being exposed and moved.

"It's fine for me to be alone. Is it possible that I have to let the girl follow me in fear and live with my head on my belt?" Song Xuan spread his hands. "Isn't this a crime?"

The fact is mostly the same, whether it's the reckless rivers and lakes, or they are the swindlers, most of them are solitary, wherever they go, there are a few friends who are only romantic, and they are not afraid of leaking any rumors.

The few people with families are mostly husband and wife, supporting each other, which is not a small fortune.

In the early years, Song Xuan actually had his thoughts on those delicate and beautiful girls. After all, when he was young and young, he would always have a dream lover or something.

But he is also the most aware of his identity.

People like them are not afraid of being unable to see others clearly, but they are afraid of being unable to understand themselves.

Song Xuan talked for a long time, and when Ji Yunxi saw his calm expression, he reluctantly believed his words: "Are you really kidding me?"

Song Xuandao: "What am I going to do to coax you with this? If I really have a habit of cutting off my sleeves, it's too late to admit it now."

Ji Yunxi was speechless.

It's just that he calmed down, but the more Song Xuan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong: "It's time for me to ask you this time, young, where did you hear these silly things?"

Ji Yunxi coughed and turned her head away, pretending she didn't hear it.

"It's not enough just to listen, you still dare to get close to him, do you think this is a good thing?" Song Xuan thought more and more that something was wrong, no matter how you looked at it, the child looked crooked. "Tell me, do you still remember that you are the third prince?"

"I'm not."

Ji Yunxi stared and started talking nonsense.

"The third prince died a long time ago." A sly smile appeared in Ji Yunxi's eyes. "Who knows who he is, I'm your younger brother Song Xi."

Song Xuan's heart suddenly shrank.

"I heard people say that an older brother must yield to a younger brother," Ji Yunxi said with a serious look. "So Song Xuan, you can't teach me a lesson, you have to be nice to me."

"Where did you hear that?" Song Xuan rolled up his sleeves. "Elder brother beat younger brother, have you heard of that?"

Song Xuan lowered his face, pretending to fix him, but when he raised his hand, he met Ji Yunxi's smiling eyes.

He was originally forcibly acting fiercely, but now he couldn't hold on at all.

"Don't talk nonsense about these things next time," Song Xuan still forced himself to be indifferent. "No one deserves you to express what you don't express."

"You don't deserve it either?"

"I'm not worth it either," Song Xuan said seriously. "Axi, there is nothing more important than yourself."

He had already vaguely noticed that Ji Yunxi was not proud of being a prince, not only was he not, he even took himself too lightly, too...too indifferent.

Ji Yunxi raised her eyelids: "Only you..."

"Dong dong dong dong-"

There was a hasty knock on the door, interrupting Ji Yunxi's unfinished sentence.

Song Xuan couldn't help trembling. He spoke out Ji Yunxi's identity just now, and he didn't know who the person was outside the door. He had been listening outside for a long time, so he was inevitably a little worried.

Ji Yunxi was not in a hurry, sitting on the chair was as stable as Mount Tai, and she didn't intend to move at all.

He was just thinking about what he hadn't said.

"Dong dong dong dong-"

The knock on the door became more and more urgent.

Song Xuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the door, facing a pale and panicked face.

Bai Xiaotao.

Song Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, but couldn't help being a little nervous: "Miss Bai, just now..."

But Bai Xiaotao pushed him into the door and slammed it shut, her voice trembling: "I, I saw..."

Song Xuan was taken aback: "What?"

Bai Xiaotao's eyes widened, and she slid down the door: "This temple... There are ghosts in this temple!"