big master, big liar

Song Xuan picked up the wine that Ji returned, nodded slightly, and finally raised his neck and drank the wine inside.

Ji Hui watched him drink it, then said softly, "This wine is poisonous."

Song Xuan's pupils suddenly dilated, and seeing Ji Hui's calm expression, he said slowly after a long while: "Your Majesty is joking."

"I can't hide it from you, sir." Ji Hui laughed. "It's just a joke, sir, just open it and drink."

When Ji Hui smiled, there would be fine lines at the corners of his eyes, which would not make him look old, but would dilute the cold and ethereal aura around him, making him look more like a person over forty years old .

"Sir, you have taken off the face of the two great heavenly masters, shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Ji Hui asked with a smile.

Song Xuan saw that Ji Hui was not angry, so he nodded with a smile, "I was reckless, I offended the two celestial masters, I punished myself with three cups, and let the sage handle it."

As he said that, he thought he really wanted to be punished with alcohol, but he didn't want Ji Hui to hold his hand down, and shook his head: "I don't want to punish you."

"Feng Wenzi has made a lot of trouble these days, so it's time to change someone." Ji replied with a smile. "Mister just saved me the trouble."

Listening to Ji Hui's words, Song Xuan vaguely sensed something, but he didn't know whether he should ask or not, so he just joked tentatively: "I'm afraid it's hard to find another person who is as strange as Feng Wen Zi Tianshi."

Ji Hui shook his head, the smile on his lips hadn't receded, but his eyes were as far away as the night: "If you talk about the ability to play tricks, there are indeed few people who are more exquisite than him."

Song Xuan had already made up his mind at this moment.

Ji Hui was indeed not deceived by Feng Wenzi, and even in the entire Zhaxing Pavilion, no one could keep the emperor in the dark.

All these scams are just a joke carefully created by Ji Hui.

Song Xuan knew that he shouldn't ask too much, but he was still a little puzzled. He didn't understand why Ji Hui made such a false appearance: "The Holy One knows that he is a liar, so why does he still need him by his side?"

"He wants power, fame and wealth, and I ask Xian Wendao, isn't it the best of both worlds?" Ji Hui's eyes flickered.

Song Xuan was even more puzzled: "The Holy Majesty knows that he can't help the Holy Majesty at all..."

"Mr. Song thinks that to seek immortality, you really want to become an immortal yourself?" Ji Hui put down the wine cup slowly, and stared at Song Xuan indifferently, "Sir, I am waiting for someone."

"Wait for a fairy who has the same eyes as the master."

When Ji Hui said this, his eyes seemed to be looking at another person through Song Xuan.

Song Xuan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but wanted to get up, but he missed and knocked over the wine cup in his hand, and the wine dripped down the edge of the table.

He hurriedly saluted and apologized, not daring to look up into Ji Hui's eyes: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Looking at Song Xuan's reaction, Ji Hui didn't help him up, but said softly, "The first time I saw you, I thought you looked like a human being, so I wanted to use Fuluan as a test."

"Only the two of you have told me that there are no immortals in this world. Even if you escape birth, old age, sickness and death, you can't escape the world's seven emotions and six desires, and the hustle and bustle of the world."

Song Xuan stared at the brocade blanket on the ground, lost in thought.

It was he who said this, and the emperor seemed to have said it too. In fact, another person had said this to him earlier.

Who is it?

Even though it was such a critical juncture, Song Xuan couldn't help but think of what Ji Hui said.

In this world, is there another person who can see something like him?

"Mr. Song, I won't force you to say anything." Ji Hui's tone of voice was very calm, without any coercion from the superior.

Only then did Song Xuan raise his head slightly to look at him.

Even though he was looking up, Ji Hui's expression was not majestic, even desolate and sad.

"I'm just curious, what can you see? How different are you from me?" Ji Hui seemed really puzzled.

Song Xuan didn't expect Ji Hui to ask him such a question.

He was silent for a long time before he fell on the ground and said softly: "It's not different."

"Xuan is not an immortal, he cannot escape life, old age, sickness and death, nor can he escape this world." Song Xuan said in a low voice. "Xuan can indeed know a little more than others... But Your Majesty, in many cases, it is far easier not to know than to know."

"You should know this best."

Ji Hui looked down at Song Xuan from above, Song Xuan was lying on the ground, his back was actually not broad, but thin and strong, without the slightest trembling, as if he was used to bearing anything.

I am also used to compromise and bend over something.

When Ji recalled the person in her memory, she always seemed to be like this.

It is obviously a shell of immortality and detachment, but it seems that every step is so heavy, and every smile hides too many stories.

It was precisely this that made Ji Hui curious about that man.

Curious about what he saw, curious about why he became like that, curious about why his eyes were always empty and couldn't hold anyone in.

But in the end, he didn't ask for an answer.

Ji Hui suddenly lost the interest in drinking, and even the wine he had just swallowed made him feel cold and nauseated.

"That's all," Ji Hui said in a low voice. "You are not him."

Song Xuan was not the person in his memory, so what's the use of asking.

"Come back, sir. What I said today is just as if I was drunk and said nonsense, so don't take it to heart." Ji Hui's expression was light, as if she had changed back to the pale and frail man wrapped in pearls and jade brocades. the emperor.

Song Xuan stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to leave.

"Wait," Ji Hui suddenly said. "I heard that the husband and the third child were friends when they were young?"

Song Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and replied cautiously: "Exactly."

"What do you think of the third child, sir?"

Song Xuan pursed his lips: "The Third Highness is no different from brothers to me."

"Brother?" Ji Hui had a gloomy expression on his face.

Song Xuan became serious: "We can share blessings and misfortunes, and we can trust each other in life and death."

Ji Hui laughed a few times: "That's enough, come back, sir."

Song Xuan didn't say anything more, turned and left.

Ji Hui filled two glasses of cold wine, drank one by himself, and stared at the other.

"You see, anyone is more human than you."

"Why are you the only one who looks like a fairy in the sky?"