big master, big liar

After staying in Jixiang Inn for three days, the young master finally left with his entourage, only Zhu Yang and another guard remained in the inn, named Mr. Li Jing for him to dispatch, but in fact they were watching over him and not allowing him to run away.

Song Xuan really didn't understand, this young master had already left, and he was still being restrained for what he was doing, not seeking money or killing his life, just looking at him like this is also strange.

But Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief in the end, facing the sick young man with a smile on his face, and facing the unrestrained Zhu Yang, obviously he prefers the latter.

It's just that recently Song Xuan noticed that Zhu Yang was looking at him with unspeakable complexity, Song Xuan felt that something was wrong, and used the excuse of eating breakfast together to make excuses to Zhu Yang several times.

Zhu Yang couldn't hold his breath at all, but he actually said something to him after going back and forth.

"I can't tell you our young master's real name, you will be unlucky if you find out." Zhu Yang sighed while chewing on the chicken leg. "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that this matter is too strange. You talked about an unexpected disaster in front of you, and the young master was assassinated in the back. If you are not a fortune teller, I'm afraid you were sent by others to gain trust and assassinate the young master."

As he said that, Zhu Yang was a little curious again, turned over and asked him, "I said, can you really judge people's bad luck?"

Song Xuan was also eating roast chicken, and when he saw that he had asked, he laughed: "Foretelling is not cheap."

Zhu Yang stared at him, a little nervous, but also a little curious: "Just say it, you're right, I'll give you money."

Song Xuan slowly wiped off the oil stains on his hands on the paper, and stretched out his hand: "Mr. today is doing some good deeds, and I won't charge you for money. Let me show you my palmistry."

Zhu Yang put his hand into his in disbelief.

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, the lazy look on his face disappeared, and the drooping eyelids were really a bit otherworldly, which made Zhu Yang stunned for a while.

After half a stick of incense time passed, Song Xuan's eyelids twitched, and Zhu Yang couldn't help but said, "Are you all right? I've never seen a palm reader for so long."

"Okay, okay," Song Xuan let go of his wrist, and resumed his unscrupulous appearance, and said while gnawing on the chicken leg. "You have three brothers and one younger sister. Your father died early, and your family looks like a military force. It flourishes first and then declines..."

Every time Song Xuan said a word, Zhu Yang's mouth grew bigger. After Song Xuan finished speaking, Zhu Yang's mouth could already fit a whole roast chicken.

"Song, Mr. Song, you, no, you are too amazing..." Zhu Yang was so shocked that he was sure that he had never mentioned these things to anyone since he arrived.

Song Xuan just touched it like this, but he didn't say anything.

Song Xuan ignored him, and only gnawed clean the remaining half of the roast chicken including the skin, and then lazily yawned: "Mr. Let's go." Then he walked upstairs by himself, leaving only Zhu Yang immersed in surprise.

Upstairs, the moment Song Xuan closed the door, his expression suddenly became solemn: He never expected that the nameless son was actually the third son of the emperor, Ji Yunxi.

That's right, it's not true that Song Xuan can know the future, but Song Xuan is indeed born strange - he can know people's past.

As long as he touches anyone's skin, he can read the memory of that person.

The amount of reading is limited by time, and the longer the contact time, the more memories he can get.

It's just that this peculiar ability is also limited. For example, he can only read the pictures in his memory, but not the thoughts of the person involved.

The content of the memory read is influenced by his own will on the one hand, and is also determined by the reader's thoughts at the time and the clarity of the memory on the other hand.

Sometimes the memory of the person being read is chaotic and his consciousness is unclear, so the memory he read is also chaotic.

After Song Xuan was 12 years old, he never told anyone about his strangeness.

After all, no one would like their past to be fully grasped by others, but everyone wants to know their future.

Therefore, he simply relied on this unique ability to become a fortune teller who traveled all over the world.Coupled with his ability to observe words and deceptions, and to deceive and deceive, he has never capsized through strong winds and waves.

Just now he said that Zhu Yang's fortune-telling was false, and he wanted to find out the truth of the young master's details, but he didn't want to find out, but a thunder came out.

Ji Yunxi, he had heard of this name before.

The third prince of the current Holy Majesty is the son of Concubine Shu who once favored the harem, but Concubine Shu entered the cold palace and died suddenly, and this third prince was also rejected.

The emperor even expelled him to the palace, in the name of recuperating, but in fact he didn't want to see him.

Of course, these are all wild rumors spread among the common people, and only the princes and nobles know what the inside story is. Song Xuan, a grassroots man, can only hear it.

It's just that no matter what the truth is, Ji Yunxi is a real and noble prince.

Song Xuan has lived for twenty years so far, and the person he has seen is no more than a minister of a family, but now he has bumped into the hands of a prince and deceived him with a kit.

It's fine if it's the sons and nephews of ordinary wealthy families, even if something happens, they can't catch up with him as a fortune teller.

But if the emperor's old son's son is gone, how can he survive, a slanderous liar?

Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi, is actually Ji Yunxi, no wonder he is only willing to keep this word.

Why didn't you look at his memory first before making plans that day?

But who would have thought that such an imposing prince would come to this border town with the white dragon fish suit.

Song Xuan patted himself on the head, angry at his recklessness, but strengthened his mind even more.

Escape, must escape.

So he behaved as usual for several days in a row, never wronged himself when he ate and drank, and he seemed to want to wait for Ji Yunxi to come back so that he could receive another silver reward, which made Zhu Yang and the others relax a lot.

Seeing that the two had relaxed their vigilance, Song Xuan packed the package that night, wrapped it in cloth and wrapped it around his waist.

Then the quilt was torn into strips, soaked in water and twisted to make a rope.

He fixed one end of the rope by the window and put the other end outside the window. He tested the strength of the rope and climbed down along it.

Song Xuan was quite fortunate when he landed, the three-legged cat kung fu he stole when he was a ranger was still quite useful, at least it saved his life in a critical moment.

He weighed the heavy silver around his waist, and felt that the adventures he had taken these days were worth it.

Taking advantage of no one finding out, he rushed back to the temple overnight, took some important luggage with him, and started out in the dark.

But at the gate of the temple, something tripped his legs and feet.

Song Xuan looked down, and saw a big white dog pitifully biting his hem, making a "woo-woo" sound, as if knowing that he was going to leave.

Song Xuan had no choice but to squat down and say, "Er Gou, I'm afraid I can't live here anymore. In the future, you'd better kill hares and rats for the disaster of the mountains and forests."

The second dog barked "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" and refused to let go.

Song Xuan rubbed its head, and continued Xiaozhi's affectionate courtesy: "Ergou, if I don't leave, I'm afraid I will die. I have provoked a big shot, if he dies, I'm afraid He wants to be buried with him, but if he lives, he may not let me live, if I stay here, I'm afraid I will die anyway."

Er Gou seemed to understand a little bit, and slowly let go.

Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and just as she raised her leg to leave, Ergou bit her robe corner again.

He had no choice but to squat back again: "Ergou, I really can't stay here."

Er Gou's eyes were wet, he was more majestic and good-looking than other dogs or wolves, but now he was staring at Song Xuan eagerly, almost melted his heart.

He has also known Ergou for half a year. At the time Ergou was injured and starved to death, he rarely kindly lost a chicken leg, and Ergou has recognized him since then.

During the day, Ergou only stayed in the woods. At night, Ergou came to sleep in his yard and took care of his home. Sometimes he talked to Ergou, and it seemed to understand a little bit.

He had never seen such a smart and human-friendly dog, and he was very reluctant for a while.

Song Xuan suddenly became whimsical, he said: "Ergou, you...won't you come with me?"

Ergou's eyes lit up.

He stood up tentatively, but this time Ergou didn't bite the corner of his clothes, but followed him step by step.

Song Xuan was very happy. Not only did he escape with his life, but he got the money, and now he can abduct Ergou.For him, it seems that he has no regrets about leaving Anding City now.

He was originally a fake fortune teller, and it seemed to be a matter of course that he lived in all over the world and wandered indefinitely.

If there is someone who can pinch and count and give Song Xuan a divination, I'm afraid he will say that there is wind in his life and he is destined to wander. #####About Song Xuan’s ability, I don’t know if everyone understands~

It's not mind reading, but it can only extract the memories in people's minds.