big master, big liar

"who am I?"

As soon as this question was asked, there was an unstoppable noise from below.

The process of Song Xuan's fortune-telling was clearly seen by everyone. First one asked the horoscope, and then another asked the name. No matter how you look at it, it was all negotiated to make trouble.

Even Fang Qiutang's complexion was a little bad, and he was about to speak rudely, but was stopped by Song Xuan.

Song Xuan smiled: "Young master, I don't have a name, I'm afraid I will disappoint your expectations."

The man narrowed his eyes, stared at Song Xuan for a long while, and suddenly laughed.

When he laughed, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were stretched, which diluted his sickness, and made him a little more clear.This made Song Xuan vaguely aware of the man's age, and it seemed that he was no longer the age that should be called "Young Master".

Most importantly, the man's smile gave Song Xuan a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen such a smile before.

"Sir, you don't have to be too modest, you just have to figure it out." The man said with a smile. "Just say what you can figure out, I believe in your ability."

Song Xuan really had some doubts.

He frowned slightly, asked the man's birth date according to the usual procedure, and then looked down at his palmistry.

The man's hands are slender and well-proportioned, the skin is fair and delicate, and even the nails are carefully trimmed and shiny.

Ordinary rich people would not pay attention to the maintenance of hands and feet, this one is at least a nobleman.

Song Xuan's eyes flickered slightly.

The man smiled and asked, "Sir?"

Song Xuan felt that his face was vaguely familiar: "Where have we met?"

The man shook his head: "No." Then he laughed again. "Maybe it was fate in the previous life, did you see it in your dream?"

This sounded more like lyrics in a storybook, Song Xuan shook his head, just smiled, as usual, pretended to observe the palm prints, and inadvertently touched the man's wrist.

He froze in place almost immediately.

After a long time, the onlookers below were bustling with each other, and the Fuluan sisters also showed nervous expressions.

Song Xuan remained silent.

Fang Qiutang lost her composure: "Song Xuan? What's wrong with you? Are you all right?"

Song Xuan's face was a little stiff, but he shook his head with support, signaling Fang Qiutang to be quiet.

He raised his head slightly to stare at the man's face, moved his lips, but did not speak.

The man's smile remained the same, but his eyes were a little more tentative and expectant: "Sir? Have you figured out who I am?"

"Ge Chong Yinwu, the real dragon lives..." Song Xuan's gaze was a little shaken, he seemed to be hesitant, but also suspicious. "Do you really want to hear my answer?"

Seeing his expression, the man even had a gleam in his eyes: "What? Don't you dare to say it, sir?"

Song Xuan glanced at the fine lines at the end of the man's eyes, the faintly gray hair roots, and the somewhat familiar face, and slowly shook his head: "I just can't believe it."

The man didn't speak anymore, his expression became calm, with clear expectation in his eyes, even his bright red lips were raised.

Everyone felt the weirdness on stage.

The young fortune teller stood up and made a solemn and solemn gift.

"Poverty Song Xuan, kowtow to my emperor."

For a moment, the whole world fell silent.

Song Xuan was the first to make a sound, and Fang Qiutang was the one who reacted immediately, and then the people on the field "hula la" bowed down.

Only the man was left standing on the Qingluan Terrace, with a sickly flush and a smile on his pale face: "That's all right, I have found a great celestial master again this time."

None of the people dared to answer, only the guards in plain clothes below congratulated.

Song Xuan maintained the gesture of saluting, feeling that the Qi and blood were retrograde to the top of his head, and he was a little dizzy.

He lowered his head slightly, but a pale and slender hand appeared in front of his eyes, supporting him up.

It's not a false support from the superior, but a real support to help him up.

Song Xuan didn't dare to raise his eyes to look, but he clearly knew that the person in front of him was the emperor's old son they often talked about, Ji Yunxi's father who sneered at him, and the current son of heaven who was devoted to seeking immortals and asking questions - Ji Hui.

When Song Xuan read his memory, he almost thought he was a lunatic with confused memory.

Until he remembered where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

The way Ji Hui smiled was very similar to the charm of Ji Yunxi's smile, especially the bright red lips, which seemed to revitalize the pale complexion and sickness all over, making the whole face more beautiful.

Most of Ji Yunxi's appearance followed his mother's. Song Xuan didn't notice it immediately, but after knowing the identity of this person, he quickly connected the two of them together.

The person in front of him is today.

"Why do you need to be so polite, sir?" Ji Hui said with a smile. "It's my luck to meet Mr.

These words were too serious, and Song Xuan's heart couldn't help but "thump".

He has always regarded himself as a charlatan, and now he really doesn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him.

This person in front of him has too many inextricable relationships with him. This person is the emperor who holds the power of life and death in the world. The father who let Ji Yunxi live alone in the palace for several years.

Although he had no hatred for him, he had never said anything kind to Fang Qiutang when he was talking to Fang Qiutang in private.

But now that Ji Hui was standing in front of him, he felt that the person in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined.

Calculated according to the horoscope, he should be forty-one today, no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be the appearance in front of you, but his whole body is sick but not old, if you don't look carefully, I'm afraid you will really treat him as ordinary Noble son.

No wonder there was a rumor in the capital that two alchemists and Taoist officials had refined the elixir of immortality for the emperor, and now looking at this exquisite face like a painted skin, Song Xuan was dubious about this rumor.

"Sir, would you like to have a story with me?" Ji Hui was in a state of bewilderment and wonder, but Song Xuan couldn't refuse the power of his words.

Fang Qiutang was looking at him worriedly.

Song Xuan tried his best to calm down his mind, and smiled: "It's the honor of the poor to be favored by the Holy One."

That's what he had in mind.

I am afraid that my own lies will become bigger and bigger.