big master, big liar

Song Xuan dreamed of the sky full of flames.

It was between the night and the snow, a raging fire that seemed to burn everything, overwhelming and sweeping.

In the flames, someone's sleeves fluttered, as if they were born in the fire, and seemed to be annihilated in the fire.

The flame was too bright and dazzling, Song Xuan couldn't help taking a step back.

Huo stretched out a hand and grabbed his cuff.

Ji Yunxi was looking at him with a full smile.

I don't know if his clothes were stained with fire, or the fire made his clothes.

"... Axi!"

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Song Xuan looked at the mess in the room, and couldn't help but darken his face.

At this point, if he didn't know what happened, he would be a fool.

The table was overturned, teacups, bowls and saucers fell to the floor, broken porcelain pieces mixed with snack residue, looking at a mess.

Song Xuan picked up the broken teapot on the ground, and with just one glance, he was sure of Ji Yunxi's trick.

Church apprentice, master starved to death.

This sentence is really not wrong at all.

Song Xuan pursed his lips, his expression became more solemn, and he went to the window and whistled.

A white shadow leaped in from the window, wagging its tail around Song Xuan's calf.

"Ergou, it's up to you this time." Song Xuan muttered, put the coat that Ji Yunxi had taken off in front of Ergou's nose, and rubbed Ergou's head. "Take me to him."

Ergou nodded as if he understood, and jumped back from the window.

Er Gou's sense of smell seems to be more sensitive than ordinary dogs. Song Xuan asked him to help find someone to find things. It seems that there has never been anything wrong. This time, he followed the same path that Ji Yunxi escaped.

The traces left by Ji Yunxi had long been covered up by the ruts and horseshoe prints of the pursuers, but Song Xuan could still see that this was the road they originally planned, which Song Xuan should have taken.

Song Xuan's heart was a little heavier. This time, there was no way out of this plan, and he himself was not sure that he would be safe. For Ji Yunxi, it was even more dangerous.

He couldn't help worrying about Ji Yunxi's current situation.

Song Xuan was walking forward in a hurry, when he suddenly heard an arrogant voice behind him: "Mr. Song, where are you going?"

He turned his head and saw that it was the imperial envoy leading several officers and soldiers, holding torches and swords, searching the forest.

"Axi... Where's Your Highness?" Song Xuan's eyes lit up, and a trace of eagerness appeared on his face.

"It's time to ask Mr. Song about you," the imperial envoy said coldly, even showing a trace of malice. "You have been with His Highness all the time. Now that the official post was assassinated and His Highness disappeared, you were unscathed. Song Xuan, how do you explain this?"

After Song Xuan heard what he said, he knew that the imperial envoy hadn't found Ji Yunxi's person, so he panicked and was anxious to find someone to take the blame.

These days he has been pissed off by Song Xuan a lot, and he was already upset, but now that he met Song Xuan, he hastily put this hat on Song Xuan's head.

If it was normal, Song Xuan wouldn't be afraid of him, but now it's urgent, and he doesn't know what's going on with Ji Yunxi, how could Song Xuan have the heart to talk nonsense to him: "Someone is also looking for His Highness's trace, if your lord is worried, why don't you With someone."

"Who knows what kind of conspiracy you have," Song Xuan hadn't finished speaking, the imperial envoy was already impatiently ordering around: "Come here, let me take him down first."

Saying that, several officers and soldiers obeyed the order and stepped forward, and even raised their hands at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan snatched an official saber, parried it twice, was extremely anxious, and managed to calm his mind to argue: "Now the safety of the third highness is unknown, my lord, it is better to find your highness first, and then it will not be too late to convict XX."

"Is it possible for you to be a suspect to teach me how to behave?" The imperial envoy became even more angry when he saw that he was using Ji Yunxi to suppress him. "Why are you still dawdling? Get it for me!"

Seeing that he couldn't make sense, Song Xuan's eyes turned gloomy.

Although he has some martial arts skills, he is not a master after all, and now he is surrounded by several officers and soldiers, and it is even more difficult to escape.

In desperation, he drew out the knife with a "clang--".

The imperial envoy's complexion changed drastically: "Song Xuan, you dare to do it!"

Although he had resentment toward Song Xuan in his heart, he didn't think he had the ability to assassinate Ji Yunxi. He was sure that he was a soft bun who used power, so he wanted to catch him first, but he didn't expect Song Xuan to draw a knife to fight him.

Song Xuan saw a gap, backhanded the imperial envoy from behind several officers and soldiers, grabbed the man, put the knife on his neck, and threatened: "Get out!"

The imperial envoy realized what had happened, and hurriedly shouted: "Song Xuan! I am the imperial envoy appointed by the emperor, how dare you—"

"I have nothing to dare."

The cold blade pressed against the imperial envoy's neck, Song Xuan's pupils were darkened, without a trace of light, which was very different from his usual casual and gentle nature.

"My lord, a certain commoner has nothing to fear." Song Xuan moved his lips and whispered a few words in the imperial envoy's ear.

Only the two of them could hear the dialogue clearly, but everyone could see that the imperial envoy's face was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You...you..." The imperial envoy's eyes widened and his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was facing some unspeakable fear. "How do you know..."

This is the expression Song Xuan has seen countless times.

Shocked, evasive, fearful... even an expression of hatred.

Song Xuan's face did not feel relaxed at all, on the contrary, it became colder and hollower, like a black vortex, absorbing all the emotions in it, wringing it to pieces.

"My lord, please let me go."

Song Xuan put down the knife in his hand, rubbed the imperial envoy's shoulder and walked forward.

The imperial envoy seemed to be dumbfounded, and stood there dumbfounded.

Some officers and soldiers seemed to want to go up to stop them, but they heard the imperial envoy murmur: "Let him go."

"Sir, this..."

"Let him go!" The imperial envoy growled, the expression on his face becoming more and more distorted.

Song Xuan ignored the imperial envoy behind him.

He didn't take the envoy's hatred to heart at first. To be honest, people from eight families like them are the easiest to make people look down upon.If you really want to bear grudges, where can you bear grudges?

Especially for Song Xuan, who has to deal with people in a job like this, he doesn't have the heart to do his own thing, and I'm afraid he can't be Mr. Song in Sifang City.

It's no big deal for this person to be shut down and tried for the first time.It's just that he can't be blocked here now.

He wanted to rush to Ji Yunxi's side.