big master, big liar

Thinking about it now, there was something wrong with Fang Qiutang's questioning in such detail at the beginning, but Song Xuan was not a roundworm in his stomach, so he didn't understand what this kid meant for a while.

On the way, Song Xuan didn't have the time to think of Fang Qiutang at all, he encountered even worse things.

Encountered blizzard.

On the first day of departure from Sifang City to Shengjing, it started to snow heavily from noon, and within two hours, the wind and snow was even bigger, blowing the carriage backwards, and everyone had to park the carriage on the side of the road to take shelter.

As a result, he avoided it until it was dark, and he was still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the post station.In a world of ice and snow, the convoy was shaking from top to bottom.

Song Xuan had a headache even more, and went to the imperial envoy who was in charge of the matter.

The imperial envoy looked arrogant and aristocratic, but he was three points more anxious than him: "How did I know it would snow? I'm not in a hurry, what kind of mind are you talking about?"

It is rare to see such heavy snow in the south, and the convoy was not fully prepared, and it was in the wilderness, and there was not even a house to stay, so they could only huddle in the carriage and barely spend the night.

Song Xuanlue was a little worried, wondering if Ji Yunxi's body could withstand the cold.

In the middle of the night, Song Xuan suddenly felt a strange movement, and then heard shouting and killing outside.Song Xuan opened the curtain of the carriage and saw a man in black was running away with his head in his arms. His black body was as obvious as sesame seeds in milk on the snow. He was being chased by a group of guards with swords.

You can also vaguely hear the shout of "Catch the assassin——".

Song Xuan had already expected that the road would be uneven, and just wanted to see how Ji Yunxi was doing, but he didn't want the man in black to shout: "Song Xuan——Song Xuan, save me——"

Several officers and soldiers in charge of guarding around Song Xuan immediately stared at him covetously.

This group of officers and soldiers from the capital had long disliked Song Xuan, a fortune-teller, who was unofficial and unemployed, but sat in the carriage closest to Ji Yunxi.

They were intimidated by Ji Yunxi's identity and didn't dare to conflict with him, but that didn't mean they had no opinion on him.

I'm afraid I've programmed him more than 800 times in my heart, just waiting for the current situation to take him down in one fell swoop.

When Song Xuan was thinking about whether this was a conspiracy, he vaguely heard the man in black yelling in a familiar tone: "Song Xuan, don't pretend to be deaf to me, if I die like a ghost, I won't let you go!" Wicked—hey, don't shoot arrows! I'm not an assassin!"

The man in black was actually Fang Qiutang.

Song Xuan's eyes widened, and for a moment he really wished that he would die, so that he would not have to do business all day long, only to cause trouble for him.

It's just that it's a friend I made after all, no matter how much I hate it, I still have to save it.

Song Xuan hurriedly smiled awkwardly at the leading imperial envoy: "It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, this person is my friend, I'm afraid he came to see me for something."

The imperial envoy turned his nose up when he heard the words: "You are nothing yourself, who is your friend? This is a serious crime to assassinate the prince. You say that a misunderstanding is a misunderstanding? Does your words work?"

Song Xuan was not afraid of his cold eyes, he just smiled and said: "It was a slip of the tongue, he was reckless, naturally he should follow what the Lord said, but he didn't have any malicious intentions, so please forgive me—"

As he said that, he gave Fang Qiutang a wink, motioning him to say something nice, and slipped two silver bills in his hand.

The imperial envoy twitched his brows, and just about to take it, he heard a faint voice from behind: "I said it was a misunderstanding, does it work or not?"

Song Xuan looked back and saw that it was Ji Yunxi.

He didn't know when he got out of the car, wearing a white fox fur, as if he was about to melt into the snow.There was a faint indifference between his brows and eyes, his eyes seemed to be covered with ice, misty, and he didn't even pay attention to the imperial envoy.

The imperial envoy didn't dare to confront him head-on, he waved his hands with a dry smile, and ordered everyone to retreat, Fang Qiutang escaped a catastrophe of life and death.

Fang Qiutang came over wearing the dark night clothes, and took a closer look, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were covered with frost, he was shivering from the cold, and his breath was white.

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Just mess around, get warm in my carriage first before talking."

But Ji Yunxi suddenly said: "Come to my place, the charcoal fire here is enough to burn."

So Song Xuan and Fang Qiutang ignored the imperial envoy's livid face and got into Ji Yunxi's carriage.

If it is really a royal carriage, it might not be considerate, but it is spacious and comfortable. There are also plenty of hot tea and snacks, and the cushions are thick and thick. Now that the carriage has stopped, a pot of charcoal is still burning inside. .

As soon as Fang Qiutang came in, he stuck to the edge of the charcoal brazier, his upper and lower teeth "clucking" and fighting, and it took him a while to recover.

Song Xuan asked: "You are not busy with business in Sifang City, what are you doing here?"

"You have no conscience, I don't think you two are weak, and if you get punished to death on the road, you have nowhere to reason with people." Fang Qiutang rubbed his hands and poured himself another cup of hot water. Tea, "gudong gudong" warmed the heart and lungs, and then let out a long breath.

"Does Ji Ni know?" Ji Yunxi suddenly asked.

Song Xuan knew about Ji Ni's friendship with Qiutang, so he couldn't help but follow him.

"Can I let him know? Besides, he's a brat, where do I go, and I still have to report to him?" Fang Qiutang's mouth was hard, but his heart was still empty. "Besides, he's busy enough to clean up the salt sale these days. If I disappear for a day or two, he won't be able to find out."

Song Xuan seemed to have seen a fool: "If someone else disappears, he won't be able to find out. If you disappear, he might be able to find out that night."

"Whatever he wants," Fang Qiutang waved his hands indiscriminately. "I just want to go to Shengjing with you to have a look, and bring you something along the way."

"thing?"

"You can't say it now, you will know when you get to the capital, it's right next to the box where I'm hiding, you tell them to be careful—"

Having said that, the expression on Song Xuan's face became richer: "Did you hide in the box?"

Ji Yunxi did bring a lot of things with him on the way back to Beijing, but he might not have brought them, the journey was far away, and these people followed him along the way, so he had to bring some ordinary things.You have to show it even if you look like it, and you can't let the prince suffer.

What's more, the imperial envoy seemed to bring back some other things. Adding all these things together, it looked like a caravan.

It's just that Fang Qiutang hid in the box and followed. No wonder he could suddenly appear in front of them in this icy world.

I don't know whether to praise him as a genius or call him a fool.

Fang Qiutang also glared at them with fox eyes: "You don't know, I was shivering from the cold in that box, I wanted to wait until night when you stayed in the hotel and then quietly come out, but unexpectedly it snowed and you were still parked on the side of the road , if I stay in that box again, I will freeze to death—”

Song Xuan suddenly felt something was wrong.

"There is actually one person hidden in that box." Song Xuan frowned and thought. "Won't people suffocate in it?"

"No, the person with the big box can squeeze two people together." Fang Qiutang said. "In vain, I also brought tools specially to make two ventilation holes, but it was useless at all, because the inside is already ventilated—"

As soon as the voice fell, he also felt a little weird.

They didn't bring any living things along the way, so what was there to do to ventilate the box.

The three of them looked at each other, but it was Fang Qiutang who changed his face first: "No way..."

Song Xuan's expression was serious: "Those boxes are already big and heavy, and they haven't been locked in such weather, aren't they afraid of being dumped on the transportation road?"

"But... is it now?"

Song Xuandao: "Let me go and have a look, this kind of thing is always better to be believed than not to be believed."

Poor Fang Qiutang was caught as a hard laborer as soon as he warmed up.

Ji Yunxi understood Song Xuan's meaning, frowned slightly and said, "Let Zhu Yang go."

Song Xuan shook his head: "Zhu Yang is highly skilled in martial arts, but he may not be able to handle these aspects well. I'd better take Qiutang there."

With that said, the two lifted the curtain and went out.