big master, big liar

What Song Xuan's kit contained was actually an imitation knife coin, not really an antique, but a fake used by those low-level liars to fool people.

The descendants of military generals in the north always like to carry a knife coin, and it is rumored that they can be blessed by the martial arts star, but the common people cannot get the knife coin, but they are worried about the health of the descendants of the army, so there is a business of imitation knife coin.

Song Xuan, as an equally low-class liar, couldn't avoid keeping a few on him, but anyone who wished for prosperity in martial arts and peace in the battle would be pushed out in a different way, and there was no exception for Ji Yunxi.

It's just that he never expected that this thing could really block Ji Yunxi's arrows.

He even wondered if he really had the ability to speak straight, but he was fooled twice twice.

Just looking at Ji Yunxi's burning eyes, Song Xuan was already on the verge of riding a tiger, so he lifted his clothes, sat on the floor, and broke up: "Young master, you don't need to call me Mr., although I have some ability to kill, but I'm just a loafer, just call me by my first name." That's the last name."

"Song Xuan?" Ji Yunxi said softly once, but the two syllables sounded unexpectedly pleasant in his mouth.

Song Xuan didn't care about Ji Yunxi's voice, he made up a series of words in his head, half-truth and half-false: "Although the son kindly left me to rest in the inn earlier, I saw that the son's appearance is extraordinary. Gui, it was not caused by people like me, that's why I hid."

Ji Yunxi asked: "Can you restrain Zhu Yang and the others?"

Song Xuan smiled: "I'm a man of the market, after all, I have some ways of the market."

Seeing that Ji Yunxi didn't continue to pursue it, he continued: "It's just that I didn't expect that after going around for a while, I bumped into Young Master again. I'm afraid it's God's destiny, and I'm going to spend this calamity with Young Master."

Ji Yunxi lowered his eyelids and remained silent, as if he was judging the truth of what he said.

Song Xuan smiled: "Young Master, if you don't believe me, it's okay, just think of me as an idler. It's boring to have a firewood room. With me, you also have someone to accompany you."

Ji Yunxi suddenly said his name again: "Song Xuan?"

"Ok?"

"You..." Ji Yunxi was silent for a moment, and finally laughed at herself. "nothing."

Song Xuan looked at Ji Yunxi with the faint light, he looked embarrassed, the blood stains on his clothes were particularly glaring, he was thin and pale at first, but now he looked even weaker.

He sat there quietly, with a slight blue under the eyelids, as if he had suffered from a cold, coughed from time to time, and looked weaker and weaker.

How could the majestic third son be reduced to a bandit village and locked up in a woodshed?

Song Xuan wanted to know, maybe some powerful gods were fighting again, this hairless phoenix bumped into his real pheasant, and the two were brought together in a nest.

He suddenly remembered the horoscope that Ji Yunxi gave him. Calculated, this third prince is only 16 years old. For ordinary teenagers, he is at the age of walking chickens and dogs and chasing girls, but this one is behind bars and alone. Somewhat pathetic.

Song Xuan thought about it in his heart, and before he knew it, it was evening, and he fell asleep in the woodshed against the wall, but he heard something vaguely.

When he woke up, he saw Ji Yunxi was leaning against the wall, his face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and he was clutching his skirt with one hand, as if the pain was unbearable, only his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

"Young Master! Young Master!" Seeing this situation, Song Xuan immediately woke up and called Ji Yunxi a few times, but saw that Ji Yunxi didn't respond at all, as if he didn't even have a clear consciousness.

Song Xuan was startled, and was about to call out, but heard Ji Yunxi whispering with difficulty: "Medicine..."

"Where is it?" Song Xuan hurried forward to search, and finally found a porcelain vase from Ji Yunxi's lapel. "Is it this one?"

Ji Yunxi didn't respond, her teeth were clenched tightly, as if she had lost consciousness.

Song Xuan had no choice but to pour out a pill, squeezed Ji Yunxi's chin, and forced the pill into it.

After a while, Song Xuan was planning to stuff a pill in, when he saw that Ji Yunxi's breathing became a little more even, and his frowning brows relaxed.

Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and called him a few times.

Suddenly, Ji Yunxi opened his eyes slightly, and said in a daze, "You...you're not dead?"

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "My life is long, it's the young master who just walked through the gate of hell."

But Ji Yunxi clenched his hand tightly, and whispered softly: "Don't go...don't die...it's agreed..."

He fell asleep like this again.

I don't know which one to identify him with.

Song Xuan wanted to pull out his hand, but he didn't want Ji Yunxi to be confused and refused to let go, only muttering something in a low voice.

After half a night like this, Ji Yunxi's breathing gradually became longer, as if he had fallen asleep.

Early the next morning, when Song Xuan woke up again, he saw that his head was leaning against Ji Yunxi's, and the two of them were cuddling each other as if they were warming up. When he moved, the people beside him woke up.

Seeing the situation of the two of them, Ji Yunxi was taken aback, and couldn't help but let out a few coughs.

Song Xuan's hand was held overnight, but now that Ji Yunxi had woken up, he pulled it back calmly.

Ji Yunxi looked down at his hands, and said softly, "Song Xuan, thank you."

Song Xuan sighed slightly when he heard the words, although he knew that Ji Yunxi was weak and sick by relying on his observation.

But this was the first time he saw Ji Yunxi get sick, and it was in such a dangerous situation.If it hadn't happened to be locked up with him, Ji Yunxi would have died last night.

I'm afraid that Ji Yunxi will really die in the firewood room if she continues to be locked up like this.

Song Xuan inexplicably felt pity and guilt.

Although he was only a young man, but after all, the other party was still a 16-year-old boy, and he cheated several times.In order to make a gesture before, the attitude was not very polite, it seemed a little unreasonable.

Song Xuan intended to ease the relationship, so he looked around, picked up the straw on the ground, piled it up into a soft pile, and said to Ji Yunxi: "My lord... move up? I'm afraid that I will fall asleep next to the wall and my back will hurt."

Ji Yunxi's voice seemed to be always steady: "I have an injury on my calf, and I can't stand up."

Only then did Song Xuan know where the blood stains on Ji Yunxi's clothes came from.

I don't know if it's because there are only two people in the firewood room, or because of his apologetic thoughts, Song Xuan actually caused trouble for himself: "How about... let me help you?"

Ji Yunxi nodded.

Song Xuan braced himself and walked forward, he had only teased the patient, but never served the patient, how could he know what to do, Ji Yunxi stretched out his hand to him while bowing his head, and with a single heart, he hugged him up.

The expression on Ji Yunxi's face was wonderful in an instant: he only wanted Song Xuan to help him, but he didn't want Song Xuan to be so reckless.

It's just that Song Xuan couldn't see his expression, his eyes were directed at the ceiling.

Song Xuan lightly placed Ji Yunxi on the pile of straw, and asked again: "Is there any wound medicine on you?"

Ji Yunxi didn't answer.

Song Xuan dug out another bottle of medicine from the cage: "This is for trauma to stop bleeding, you may be able to use it." He didn't know what kind of injury Ji Yunxi had suffered, but he saw blood stains on the corner of the robe, guessing he was trauma.

It's also thanks to the group of bandits who only thought he was a poor scholar and didn't search his box.

In addition to the silver in his cage, there are also the guys and things he always keeps in the rivers and lakes, and they must not be confiscated.

Ji Yunxi stared fixedly at the wound medicine, but after all, she didn't reach out to take it.

Seeing him like this, Song Xuan knew in his heart that he was afraid that the child was still guarding himself.

He took the medicine and took two steps forward, seeing that Ji Yunxi still wanted to retreat, he simply pressed his shoulder.

"Why do you meddle in your own business?" Ji Yunxi couldn't help but want to back away, but Song Xuan was too lazy to accompany him around, he bit off the bottle cap, turned his head and poured half of the bottle into his own mouth.

"If the medicine is poisonous, I will bury it for the young master."

The wound medicine was originally applied externally, and Song Xuan took some forcibly and thought it would not be a problem, but it was painful and unavoidable, which inevitably made his tone a bit colder.

Ji Yunxi stared at the white medicine powder left at the corner of his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words, but finally said nothing.

Song Xuan lifted Ji Yunxi's hem, and found that there was an extremely deep knife wound on his calf. The scraps of clothing and flesh had formed a scab, and now it was torn apart, and blood was gurgling out, staining Song Xuan. The red in one hand looks terrifying.

Song Xuan didn't expect the injury to be so serious, so he couldn't help but say: "You just hold on, and you are not afraid of maggots on your rotten legs..."

Ji Yunxi coughed lightly, and said in a weak voice, "If it's Mr., do you want your legs or your life?"

Song Xuan glared at him, but saw that the child was clearly in a cold sweat, and he had to force a smile to calm himself down, so he couldn't say what he wanted to push back.

There was still half a bucket of drinking water in the firewood room, so he took it to wash the surface of the incision, sprinkled it with medicinal powder, bandaged it up briefly, and carried him back to the corner again.

"Thank you." When cleaning the wound, Ji Yunxi lost her smile due to the pain, and now she is even weak to thank her.

"You guard me like a wolf, that's the greatest thanks." Song Xuan sat next to Ji Yunxi with a straw in his mouth and sighed.