big master, big liar

When Song Xuan arrived home, it was already mid-moon. Fang Qiutang was on a business occasion, and he couldn't get away. He talked with Xiang Rong for a long time, and then came back.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Ji Yunxi's line of sight.

Song Xuan's movement of closing the door stopped for a moment.

Ji Yunxi was sitting in front of the steps of the main hall, still in the white brocade dress with silver borders in the daytime, when she saw Song Xuan coming in, she looked at him without blinking.

Song Xuan remembered what the two Chang brothers told him during the day, that Ji Yunxi entered the flower and went downstairs, and was led by the girl to have a good time.

He originally thought that Ji Yunxi was going to stay at Huaxia tonight, so when he saw Ji Yunxi, he was a little at a loss.

"You... are you back?" Song Xuan asked a silly question.

If he was really Ji Yunxi's elder brother, he might teach Ji Yunxi a lesson at this moment, telling him not to be greedy at such a young age.

Or if Ji Yunxi was just a child of an ordinary family, Song Xuan would also drag him out of the brothel and ask him not to get into the bad habit of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

But none of this is true.

Ji Yunxi has the most prominent and noble background in the world.

But Song Xuan and him were neither close nor close, at most they were just childhood playmates, and now they were just old friends who were responsible for escorting him back to Beijing.

So Song Xuan could only say such a boring sentence, and then walked up to Raj Yunxi to get up: "Don't sit on the steps, be careful of catching a cold."

Ji Yunxi ignored his outstretched hand, still staring at him motionlessly.

"Song Xuan, I saw you downstairs in the flowers."

Ji Yunxi showed a shallow smile.

This was the last thing Song Xuan wanted to mention, and he changed the subject calmly: "Qiutang won't be back tonight..."

"You like her very much?" Ji Yunxi interrupted Song Xuan's words.

"Her?" Song Xuan was taken aback.

"Miss Xiangrong," Ji Yunxi's voice was soft, the corners of his eyes were curved downwards, but his pupils were empty and there was no trace of a smile. "She is beautiful? Is she gentle and considerate?"

"...It's okay." Song Xuan really didn't want to discuss another girl with Ji Yunxi, let alone the words he said had no trace of Xiang Rong.

However, Ji Yunxi didn't seem to notice his avoidance, and still looked at him straightly: "Fortunately, how good is it? Is it a good figure? Or a good voice? Or..."

Ji Yunxi gently tugged at his sleeve: "She served you well on the bed?"

Song Xuan was startled when he heard the words, and then became annoyed: "Ji Yunxi!"

Ji Yunxi acted as if he hadn't heard of it. He held Song Xuan's sleeve and stood up. His voice just fell on his ear, revealing a trace of eerie calm: "Where did she touch you?"

Song Xuan finally realized that something was wrong, he found that Ji Yunxi was holding that thin and gorgeous dagger in his hand, and it was pressing against his lower back.

"Tell me, Song Xuan, where did she touch you?" Ji Yunxi's smile became more and more beautiful under the moonlight, but it made Song Xuan cold to the bone.

The dagger moved along his waistline, easily severing his belt.

Song Xuan's clothes were originally loose, once the belt was cut off, the cloth on his body would be swayed by the breeze, like a fairy in the sky, who was about to step on the moon and leave immediately.

Song Xuan actually calmed down.

He looked at the delicate young man in front of him, and a trace of anger and coldness came from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know when this emotion appeared.

Perhaps it was when she learned that Ji Yunxi was taken to the elegant room by the girl to seek pleasure.

Or maybe it was when Ji Yunxi questioned him.

Song Xuan's face finally lost the usual gentleness, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Ji Yunxi, what are you going to do?"

Ji Yunxi didn't speak.

"You might as well have a better time," Song Xuan held his hand and pulled him to his chest. The sharp blade was about to pierce his skin through only a layer of fabric. "Is that what makes you happy?"

It was a dagger that cut iron like mud. As long as Ji Yunxi used a little force, bloody marks would appear on Song Xuan's chest.

But Ji Yunxi's hand didn't move.

Song Xuan let go of his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang".

It seemed to wake up the two of them.

Song Xuan finally gave up looking at Ji Yunxi, and he took the lead to look away.

"I'm sorry, I'm being serious." Song Xuan said.

As he said that, he seemed to be escaping from something, and hurried back to the room.

He vaguely sensed that maybe the dagger was not used to insert into his heart.

"How can I be willing?" The dark ball in Ji Yunxi's eyes finally surged up, with obvious self-mockery. "Song Xuan...how could I be willing to kill you?"

He bent over to pick up the dagger, his eyes deep and focused.

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Song Xuan was staring at the script in a daze.

He knew every word above, but no matter what he couldn't put these words together into a complete sentence.

Only Ji Yunxi who was under the moon just now remained in his mind.

The person he has always treated like a brother said offensive words to him and threatened his life. He should have been angry in the first place.

This is human nature.

But Song Xuan knew that his instant anger was not because of Ji Yunxi's weird moodiness.

But because of an unspeakable emotion.

He couldn't understand why Ji Yunxi would force him to ask about the details of his relationship with Xiang Rong after he had had fun with the brothel girl.

It was even more incomprehensible why Ji Yunxi took out a dagger at herself because of such a slight incident.

He valued Ji Yunxi.

He paid attention to the fact that he was willing to risk his life to keep him safe, took great risks to get involved in the game of the Tian family, and sent him back to Beijing by himself.

But how did Ji Yunxi treat him?

After all, it was a life-saving straw that was grasped when there was no other way out.

Or is it an old knowledge that can be used?

Song Xuan didn't care about these things originally, his childhood friendship and emotional debt with Ji Yunxi were enough for him to take risks for Ji Yunxi without doubting Ji Yunxi's intentions for him.

Most of Song Xuan treats his friends like this: It is my loyalty to you that I stick a knife for you. As for whether your feelings for me are true or false, you will naturally know when the time comes.If they have to worry about the authenticity of each other's intentions all the time, then this brother probably has nothing to do.

But at this moment, Song Xuan suddenly cared about Ji Yunxi's friendship with him.