big master, big liar

After the two passed through this, the atmosphere eased a little, but after all, they were imprisoned, and they seemed to have no interest in talking to each other.

At noon, Song Xuan's stomach was growling with hunger, and he couldn't help lying down and sighing: "I'm not afraid that these bandits will deal with me, but I'm afraid that I will be hungry first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps outside the door of the firewood room, and Song Xuan knew that someone had brought them food.

The bandit outside was humming a song as he walked, Song Xuan listened carefully, and found that he was singing a song he had heard before: "Red silk quilt, ivory bed, hugging Ke Yilang in his arms."

Ji Yunxi was embarrassed when he heard it, and turned his head away, refusing to make a sound.

The bandit didn't think there was anything wrong with the song he was humming, so he pushed open the door and continued humming: "The lover sleeps, undresses, sticks out the tip of his tongue to match sugar..."

Ji Yunxi coughed again.

Song Xuan laughed suddenly, and then sang along with the man's last words: "...Calling brother and playing slowly, don't wake up my mother. Ke Yilang, handsome man, my sister is merciful to you."

The bandit was taken aback when he heard his movement, and then put on a smirk: "Well, you sour scholar, you look stupid, but you are not honest."

Song Xuan didn't tell the difference, just smiled and cupped his hands: "The crow laughs at the pig, brother and sister are of the same kind."

The bandit was originally guarding the firewood room and delivering food, and when he heard Song Xuan sing a pornographic song, he thought that Song Xuan and himself were the same kind of greedy people, and felt a little closer to him.

He no longer put on a vicious look, instead he salivated and said with a smile: "Scholar, you can eat your lunch later, come with me first, our boss is going back to the village, and we want to see you."

Song Xuan nodded, seeing Ji Yunxi still sitting in the corner from the corner of his eye, he just smiled and said, "Brother Lao will lead the way."

Song Xuan has always been quick-witted and fickle, and he is proficient in mixing the three religions, and in just a few words, he got into a heated fight with that bandit.

"What brother, you can just call me Wu Si." The bandit put his arms around Song Xuan's shoulders, and the two walked out happily. "Let me tell you, don't be afraid, this time I don't want to harm you, but there is a big good thing waiting for you."

Song Xuan followed him and asked, "What good thing?"

Wu Sishen said mysteriously: "I can't tell you this in advance, it's just that other people want to get their turn, and I'm afraid they won't get their turn."

Song Xuan vaguely figured out something, but jokingly said: "Your masters are not going to arrest me as Mrs. Yazhai, I can see it, and the kid who is locked up with me is beautiful, don't be your elder brother." How about this one?"

Wu Si couldn't help giving him an elbow: "What are you talking about? Be careful that our boss will beat your brains out."

Then he said hesitantly: "Don't talk to that sick young man in the firewood house. He was captured by our head himself. At the beginning, he said that he would exchange for ransom, but now for some reason, the ransom has not been exchanged. I know how to deal with him in the future."

Song Xuanqi said: "It seems that he is also the son of a rich family, how could he not get the ransom?"

Wu Sidao: "You don't understand this. We have done a lot in this industry. We have seen all kinds of people. Rich and noble families are very picky. There are many people who want money but don't want people."

Speaking of this, Wu Si also sighed: "The sick young man's life is really bad, probably because his family members saw that he was hopeless, so they refused to pay for him. It's bad luck."

Song Xuan seemed to agree, and nodded repeatedly, as if he had become an accomplice with the bandits.

Talking all the way, Song Xuan was brought by Wu Si to the front of the main hall. The hall was roughly decorated but quite spacious. There were two people sitting on the tiger leather chair in the middle, and the one on the right was the one who forcibly took him up the mountain. The second leader, and the one on the left with a hard brow, I'm afraid he is the first leader in Wu's fourth mouth.

Wu Si poked Song Xuan's waist, gave him a "smart" look, and shouted loudly: "The master has already been brought."

Song Xuan walked forward without fear, and took the lead in bowing: "I'm Song Xuan, I've met the village master."

Seeing him like this, the head of the family had a bit of appreciation in his eyes: "Little brother, you have a bit of courage."

Although the head of the family was reckless, he spoke candidly. He asked Song Xuan a few homework questions, and saw that he answered fluently without being afraid, so he turned to the second head and said, "You said he couldn't do it, but I saw him." He's not bad, I don't want him in this village, why should I invite some poor old Qiuba who lost his book bag? I'm afraid he'll pee his pants the moment he enters the door."

The second master nodded and echoed: "It's still the elder brother who is thoughtful."

The head of the family said to Song Xuan: "Brother Song, you have seen the situation here. I didn't mean to take you into captivity. It's just that our group is all illiterate and reckless. There is not even a literate person, which is really inconvenient."

"I see that my brother has some knowledge and is straightforward and righteous. I don't know if I would like to make an appointment with my brother and settle down here?"

Only then did Song Xuan understand why the other party wanted to arrest him up the mountain.

It turned out that there is a lack of a teacher on this mountain.

Song Xuan frowned slightly.

If it was in the past, it is not impossible for him to stay.After all, a fortune-telling charlatan, compared to the master of bandits, a liar and a robber, seems to be no different.

Instead of telling fortunes in Anding City, it's not impossible to give people some bad ideas in the village.

It's just that there is a Ji Yunxi suppressed in this cottage now, Song Xuan can't help but hesitate, he hasn't figured out why Ji Yunxi is being suppressed in this cottage, if the imperial court retaliates, I'm afraid he will be the one Master dog head, the dog's head is about to be chopped off on the back foot.

Song Xuan's eyes hesitated, and he secretly thought that it would be great if he could read the memory of the master.

It's a pity that he used to contact others for the reason of fortune telling in the past, but now he has no reason at all—unless he claims to be a broken sleeve, and he has to be the kind who can't stand the hunger and thirst.

Song Xuan didn't say anything for a while, and the second in charge became a little impatient: "Scholars are troublesome, if you have any doubts, you might as well speak up."

Song Xuanshang had other doubts in his heart, so he didn't dare to speak rashly: "The matter is of great importance, can I let you think about it for a day before replying?"

The second master was even more hesitant: "My village is not a vegetable market, so you still pick and choose?"

Song Xuan hurriedly said: "It's not that I'm dissatisfied with this, it's just that my family still has no one to take care of them, and my family has supported Song Xuan for many years, so I'm ashamed of not being able to earn back my fame, and now I have to leave home again. I really feel bad for my conscience.”

Such words made the second leader hesitate, and finally the first leader said: "Forget it, just follow what you said, and we will talk about it tomorrow."

As he said that, he asked someone to arrange another room for Song Xuan.

Song Xuan still wanted to know why Ji Yunxi was here, so he quickly refused: "I haven't entered the village yet, so I don't dare to bother you brothers, just sleep in the woodshed."

The head patted him on the shoulder: "Are we stingy people? You are a guest of my cottage, and you only have one room, so why bother?"

Song Xuan hurriedly refused: "It's not that I'm being polite, it's just that I don't like the bed. Now I've slept in the firewood room all night, and I'm getting used to it. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well if I change rooms."

Conscience of heaven and earth, there is not even a bed in the firewood room.

The chief had a weird look, I never thought he would have such a quirk, the two refused to communicate again and again, and let him go back to the firewood room.

On the way, Wu Si sighed, "Why are you so ignorant of compliments? Our head said that we would be sworn brothers with you, and that would be your great blessing."

"If you agree, you will be the third head of our cottage, with a radius of three hundred miles. Who would disrespect you? It's good for you to be a mother, and come to sleep in the firewood house. You're a cheap bone."

Song Xuan said with a smile: "I'm the only one in the family, and there are so many chores, how can I just throw them away."

Wu Si muttered, but he also said: "Then you are still a good person, but if you think about it again, if you become the third head of our village, at least you will not worry about gold and silver. You can send more silver home , can be regarded as filial piety."

Song Xuan nodded again and again, thanked him for his kindness, went back to the firewood room, and once again met the firewood in that room and Ji Yunxi who was sitting in the corner.

Ji Yunxi had already fallen asleep at this time, her eyelashes fluttered with the rhythm of her breathing, her cold eyes were hidden under her eyelids, and her face became more gentle and delicate.

Song Xuan held his breath, walked forward quietly, and slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the white and soft skin.

"Bam—"

The moment Song Xuan touched his face, Ji Yunxi suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up quickly, but because of the injury on his leg, he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground, but he was still watching Song Xuan warily. Xuan's outstretched hand.

Song Xuan was a little helpless, so he had to spread his hands, indicating that he didn't have a weapon in his hand: "I just saw that the young master has not moved, and I just want to check on the young master's breathing."

Only then did Ji Yunxi relax a little.

Song Xuan took two steps forward, bent down again, picked Ji Yunxi up, and gently put him back on the hay, before pleading softly: "What an offense."

Ji Yunxi didn't know what to write, but her face was in a daze: "It's okay."

Song Xuan sat next to Ji Yunxi, but he was quite restless.

The moment he touched Ji Yunxi just now, fragments of memories of Ji Yunxi's dream flooded into his mind.

Although there is no beginning and end because of the short time, it does not hinder Song Xuan's understanding.

Those fragments of memories are the bullying that Ji Yunxi received in the deep palace when he was young. His clothes and water were stained, he was pushed off a rockery, and he was even scared by snakes, insects, rats and ants to make him have a heart attack. He looks amused in pain.

It can even be said that Song Xuan never thought that someone would treat a child like this.

Especially in the royal family, children who should have been well-clothed and well-cared for were brought up by abuse.

Song Xuan didn't know why, but felt a throbbing pain in his chest.

He turned his head to look at Ji Yunxi, and saw that Ji Yunxi's angle of view was slightly downward, and his side face became softer, as delicate and beautiful as a puppet made of porcelain jade.

Such a child...

Song Xuan couldn't help sighing, he was afraid that he would have to wade through this muddy water.

He asked nonsense: "Master, do you want to go out?"