big master, big liar

The Changming House was originally the residence of the princes. When the princes started to study and couldn't live in the harem, but they didn't have a feudal land to build a mansion, they all lived in the Changming House.

They are not very free to come and go, and they are subject to a lot of restrictions. The most important thing is that Ji Yunxi has suffered a lot of humiliation there.

At that time, he had just returned to the palace, Concubine Shu had entered the cold palace, the crown prince thought he was not pleasing to the eye, and played tricks on him, Ji Hui never cared.The palace people tended to be popular, so naturally they also tossed him, trying to please and marry him in front of the prince.

When Song Xuan thought of the scenes he saw in Ji Yunxi's memory, he always couldn't feel relieved.

It was Fang Qiutang who comforted him: "He's not young anymore, now he's the only one in Changming Institute, how can he be bullied?"

What he didn't say was that now that Ji Yunxi looked like a wolf cub, it was too late for those courtiers who had fallen into trouble to regret, so who would dare to provoke her again?

But that being said, there was no news of the post that Song Xuan sent in.

He thought about it like this for a few days, during which Ji Hui summoned him twice, which made Song Xuan's family warmer up a bit.

There were even rumors in the palace that Song Xuan would be the third person after the two great celestial masters, and there was always nothing wrong with currying favor early.

Ji Yunxi still didn't come.

Unexpected visitors arrive at the door.

Prince Ji Yunyi.

The first time Song Xuan saw him, he almost confused him with Ji Hui.

Ji Yunyi's appearance was like a young version of Ji Hui, except for a vertical line between his brows, which made him less sick and vague.

On the contrary, with a gloomy calculation, even if he made a warm expression, he still couldn't hide his deep thoughts.

From the moment Song Xuan saw him, his expression was uncontrollably cold.

He remembered the scenes he had seen in Ji Yunxi's memory. Behind those heinous encounters, there was always the shadow of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Ji Yunxi was only seven years old when he returned to the palace, and at that time His Highness the Crown Prince was twice his age, how could he do anything to his own younger brother?

This is the perplexity that Song Xuan has been struggling with.

What's even more incomprehensible is that the prince's hatred has not diminished in the slightest until now, and he is deliberately planning to put Ji Yunxi to death.

Song Xuan really didn't understand why such a person came to him to greet him.

He would know that Song Xuan was the one who escorted Ji Yunxi all the way back.

During this conversation, Song Xuan's expression was very indifferent from the beginning to the end, relying on Fang Qiutang's occasional rounding up to maintain warmth.

It's just that Fang Qiutang is not good at welcoming people, and the scene still turned cold within a cup of tea.

Ji Yunyi raised his eyebrows, with doubts on his face: "It seems that Mr. Song doesn't welcome me anymore?"

Song Xuan was about to stand up and leave almost immediately, but Fang Qiutang held him down.

Fang Qiutang laughed awkwardly: "How could it be? Your Highness is being paranoid. Song Xuan didn't talk much at first, and alchemists are a little weird."

Song Xuan glanced at Fang Qiutang indifferently, he was sure that something was wrong with Fang Qiutang.

This old fox, who only filled his stomach with poisonous water and not sweet water, had already said all the good things about him in the past six months, and even Ji Hui had never seen him so enthusiastic.

Song Xuan dismantled him for the first time: "Don't you know my attitude towards His Highness the Crown Prince?"

After saying this, the air froze for a moment.

Ji Yunyi was surprised by his straightforwardness.

Fang Qiutang did not expect that Song Xuan, a good old man, would refute his face and frankly chase away the guests.

"So, Mr. Song has made it clear that he is going to cling to my third brother and won't let go?" Ji Yunyi's expression was a bit sinister. "Mr. Song, I heard that you are also a person who can pinch and count. Why do you make a decision after counting?"

"People go to high places, and water flows to low places. Who can give more to the husband, and who can have the last laugh? Doesn't the husband take a look before making a decision?"

This was a blatant solicitation, coercion and temptation together, so straightforward that Fang Qiutang was surprised.

Song Xuandu put on such a black face, probably he would refuse customers without even thinking about it.

If this person becomes stubborn, he really dares to offend anyone.

But Song Xuan turned around and said, "Your Highness wants me to give orders for you?"

Ji Yunyi squinted his eyes, stared at Song Xuan's face, and smiled triumphantly: "It is my honor, sir, if you are willing."

"Okay." Song Xuan said to Ji Yunyi coldly. "His Highness stretches out his hand."

Ji Yunyi stretched out his hand without hesitation, and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since anyone asked me to read palmistry."

Song Xuan pressed Ji Yunyi's wrist, as if he was pressing snake skin under his fingers, making it uncomfortable.

But he still had such a cold face: "I have a question to ask His Highness, you answer it first, and I will give you orders later."

"Sir, please speak."

Song Xuan paused, put his head close to Ji Yunyi's and said something in a low voice.

This gesture was so intimate that even Fang Qiutang couldn't understand what he was saying.

Ji Yunyi's expression changed.

"What do you ask, sir?"

Song Xuan said: "I'm just curious, Your Highness doesn't want to say?"

Ji Yunyi didn't speak. .

Song Xuan's fingers pressing on his wrist trembled, and he pursed his lips: "If that's the case, then that's all."

Ji Yunyi looked at him leisurely: "Have you figured it out, sir?"

A fake smile appeared on Song Xuan's face: "I figured it out, can your Highness allow me to think for a few days?"

Ji Yunyi looked at his changes, and became more and more arrogant: "Okay, then I will wait for my husband's reply, and hope that my husband will not disappoint me."

Song Xuan nodded with a smile, and Fang Qiutang sent the prince out of the room.

As soon as Song Xuan raised his head again, the smile on his face disappeared completely, replaced by prudence and coldness.

He turned and pushed open the door of the inner room, sat on the bed, his eyes and expression were a little dull.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the empty room.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Xuan was startled by the voice, and when he looked up, he found Ji Yunxi walking out from behind the screen.

"Axi?" Song Xuan was a little surprised. "When did you..."

"Before my second brother, I asked Zhu Yang to sneak me in." Ji Yunxi smiled. "Song Xuan, you really opened my eyes."

Song Xuan froze in place, still not understanding what Ji Yunxi was talking about.

Seeing that Ji Yunxi had already walked in front of him step by step, the frost-colored gold-woven robe made a rustling sound as he walked, but the smile on his face remained bright and bright: "How is it? My second brother and I, Which one is the life of the emperor?"

Only then did Song Xuan realize that Ji Yunxi's eyes were on his every move just now, and he quickly said, "I'm not trying to tell his fortune..."

In the middle of speaking, he seemed to think of something again, and stopped talking quickly.

"Yes, I almost forgot." Ji Yunxi said. "You can't predict the future, you can't tell fortunes."

"Then Song Xuan, why don't you tell me what made you change your mind and find out that my second brother is the one you can rely on?"