big master, big liar

The snow gradually stopped at night, and there seemed to be a bonfire outside, and the sound of crackling and burning could be heard vaguely.

Although the carriage was spacious, the two men were still a little crowded in the seats. Song Xuan's even breathing came from behind, but Ji Yunxi became more and more awake.

On the day Song Xuan reunited with Fang Qiutang, he was drunk.

That night Ji Yunxi once had a ridiculous dream, in the dream Song Xuan was still wearing his washed white Taoist robe, reeking of alcohol, his clothes were wide open, his face was crimson, and he was lying limply in his arms, He laughed and asked him for wine.

He vaguely remembered that in the dream he had no idea of ​​taking advantage of others, and fed wine to Song Xuan mouth by mouth, and the soft mouth-to-mouth contact made his heart sway.

After that, he tore off Song Xuan's Taoist robe, and did what the men and women in the story books did.

He had seen the matter between men and women before, and he was disgusted in his heart.

A man and a woman are entangled together, but they are just white flesh, and it is impossible to tell who is who, and they babble and babble, and the noisy people are annoying.

But it was on Song Xuan's body, but instead of disgusting him, he felt excited.

It was probably because Song Xuan always had such a clean, warm sun-like appearance that people couldn't help but think about what such a person should look like with a confused and obscene appearance.

Although he had never seen it before, he had that time in his dream, and when he woke up, even the quilt was dirty, and his desire had not been subdued. Instead, his mind was full of those images from the dream.

It was probably at the beginning of that time that he had an inexplicable delusion and obscene desire for Song Xuan.

Ji Yunxi thought about it, but couldn't help turning over and lying face to face with Song Xuan.

Song Xuan slept well, neither snoring nor drooling.

He calmed down, like an immortal nine days away, with an air of abstinence and alienation all over his body, only his lips were slightly parted, and there was still a slight gleam of water on his lips.

It looks even more attractive in this dim environment.

Ji Yunxi stared at her for a moment, as if she had been bewitched by something, she slowly moved closer until there was only a piece of paper between her lips.

Ji Yunxi kissed Song Xuan.

Not the kind of fleeting touch, but a fusion like in a dream.

He bit the soft lips, sucking and ravishing gently, as if he could taste the taste of mead.

He even wanted to poke into Song Xuan's mouth and entangle that dexterous tongue.

Song Xuan snorted vaguely.

Ji Yunxi quickly backed away, as if suddenly awakened from a dream.

Song Xuan didn't wake up.

Only his lips moved, but he slept peacefully.

Ji Yunxi's heart was pounding, causing an abnormal heat to spread downward from the base of his ears.

He suspected that he was suffering from another strange disease, which caused the heat in his whole body to rush to an unspeakable part, eager for relief and release impatiently.

The Gu in Ji Yunxi's mind has not disappeared.

He stared longingly at Song Xuan's face, and slowly stretched his hand under his body...

Ji Yunxi admitted that he was wrong in the first sentence.

The real whore has never been Song Xuan.

but himself.

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The next day, when Song Xuan woke up, the imperial envoy was already waiting outside, ready to report the results of the overnight interrogation.

Ji Yunxi didn't know why, but got up earlier than him, and was wiping his face with a towel wet with water.

Seeing him awake, he smiled slightly: "The snow has stopped."

As soon as the imperial envoy came in, he saw Song Xuan in Ji Yunxi's carriage, his eyes were wide open, and his small eyes were squinting as he wandered between Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi, thinking of something nasty.

What kind of eyes Song Xuan had never seen, how could he care about the ambiguity in the imperial envoy's eyes, he put on his robe and was about to go out: "The imperial envoy has important matters to discuss with His Highness, so I won't get in the way here."

Unexpectedly, Ji Yunxi grabbed his wrist and turned his head to look. Ji Yunxi had just cleansed his face. His skin was fair and his eyes were clear. He obviously slept well last night.

Ji Yunxi said: "I'm too lazy to listen to these troubles, why don't you listen to them for me."

Song Xuan didn't refuse, he was also concerned about this matter, instead of inquiring about the second source of news, it would be better to listen to it with Ji Yunxi, and he could offer some ideas for Ji Yunxi.

Sure enough, what the imperial envoy found out was almost the same as what Song Xuan said, but because he vaguely noticed the trick behind it, he said it in a secretive way.

Ji Yunxi raised his eyelids: "Where are they now?"

"I've already committed suicide." The imperial envoy didn't have much fear of Ji Yunxi, at most he avoided the royal family, but now that he was in front of Ji Yunxi, he felt a sense of coercion.

The imperial envoy hurriedly pleaded guilty: "Your Majesty is ineffective in handling affairs, please appease your Highness."

Ji Yunxi glanced at him, but did not get angry: "Where are the relevant suspicious people?"

Those who are responsible for checking the boxes and guarding them, those dead men can be killed, but they cannot escape.

The imperial envoy said hesitantly: "This subordinate has asked someone to take them down, but... I can't ask anything."

That's right, murdering the prince is a capital crime, and everyone saw what happened yesterday, so whoever would admit anything would be damned.

Song Xuan suddenly said: "Your Highness, why don't you let me ask?"

As soon as he said this, the imperial envoy looked at him like he was looking at a vixen, with nonsense written all over his face.

"Do you want to go and have a look?" Ji Yunxi asked.

Song Xuan said with a smile: "Charlatans have methods of charlatans, Your Highness might as well let me try."

Ji Yunxi knew Song Xuan's abilities, so he didn't try to stop him, so he nodded and let him go.

The imperial envoy couldn't help interjecting: "For such a big matter, just one..."

The following words were swallowed back under Ji Yunxi's gaze.

The imperial envoy's eyes were no longer looking at the vixen, but at Bao Si and King Zhou You.

Song Xuan followed the imperial envoy to see the people under guard.

In fact, he also knew that these people were at best cannon fodder, and nothing could come out of the interrogation. At best, they could only see the process of them being bribed ignorantly and finally causing disaster.

He really wanted to go and see those assassins, but in the situation last night, the imperial envoy was eager to make meritorious service, and he felt 1 dislikes in his heart, and he would definitely not let him get close to those assassins.

Now I can contact them, but they are all dead.

It's just that he still wants to look at the memories of these cannon fodder, to see if there are any clues to be found.

He is also skilled in reading memory for ordinary people. He usually asks a few related matters inductively, so that the other party can mobilize the relevant memory.

So the imperial envoy looked at Song Xuan like a fool and asked some innocuous questions one by one, listening to those people screaming for grievances, or being silent, and saying that he wanted to show them palm reading and face reading.

"Nonsense." The imperial envoy snorted.

"Don't underestimate him," Zhu Yang said with a smile standing beside him. "Mr. Song is amazing."

That is to say, because Zhu Yang is a high-grade guard with a sword, the imperial envoy is willing to say a few words to him: "Excellent? You mean the ability to seduce people?"

When Zhu Yang heard this, he couldn't help turning his eyes to him, swept him up and down, and praised him endlessly: "It's not easy for you to live so long and still be an imperial envoy."

The imperial envoy was at a loss, feeling that the people around the third prince seemed to be ghosts and ghosts, without a clue.

While he was muttering to himself, Song Xuan was staring at a person.

"My lord, this is—"

Lying on the ground was a man with a bruised complexion, bleeding from his seven orifices, breathing out but not in, and motionless, almost like a dead person.

"This is the assassin from yesterday," the imperial envoy said casually. "I committed suicide by taking poison. I haven't had time to drag it to be buried. Let's put it here first to frighten this group of people."

Song Xuan stared at him, breathed out: "This man is still alive."

The imperial envoy mocked him all over his face: "He is like this, is it different from being dead?"

Song Xuan ignored him, he lifted his hem, squatted down, held the man's wrist, and asked in a low voice: "Who sent you here?"

The imperial envoy was even more baffled. He only felt that Song Xuan was used to pretending to play tricks, and he couldn't get out of the show.

Song Xuan stared into the man's eyes: "Who is your master? What is your mission? Do you remember?"

"You can't find out by asking," said the imperial envoy. "It's extremely poisonous, his throat is hoarse, and he can't move. This is half of the poison and his jaw has been removed, and he has taken half a dose of poison. He can go to see his ancestors in less than an hour."

Song Xuan was still repeating these questions, even closing his eyes.

When the imperial envoy saw that he refused to listen to his persuasion, he became even more energetic. It was really ridiculous, so he simply ignored him and walked away.

Song Xuan opened his eyes after a while, and his face became more serious. ##### Posted early today~