big master, big liar

Song Xuan didn't know the situation on Ji Yunxi's side, he was going to see Ji Hui - not in the palace, but in a restaurant outside the palace.

The restaurant was facing the Qingluan Terrace, and the Fuluan sisters were doing divination for the common people. They were dressed in Qingluan robes, with solemn and sacred expressions, as if Song Xuan saw them for the first time.

Ji Hui was the only one in the restaurant, sitting by the window, wearing a black robe, drinking one cup after another.When Song Xuan came in, he drank too much, choked on the wine once, coughed uncontrollably, and even the skirt of his clothes was wet.

When Song Xuan came in, he was about to salute, but Ji Hui waved his hands, with an indescribable tiredness on his face: "It's hard to come out here, if Mr. Song looks like this, it's meaningless."

Song Xuan pulled back his sleeves, sat on the side, and smiled faintly.

"It's here that I saw Mr. for the first time." Ji Hui took a drink slowly.

Song Xuan thought he was talking about himself, but when he saw Ji Huikong's blank eyes, he felt that Ji Hui might be talking about someone else.

He may not be suitable for black clothes, this color makes him more pale, even lifeless, so that people can't see a trace of life in him.

"Does Mr. Song still want to leave?" Ji Hui asked.

Song Xuan nodded: "I've been lingering in Beijing for a long time, so I'm going to say goodbye."

Ji Hui was stunned for a moment, these words finally distracted him for a moment, and made his eyes focus on Song Xuan: "Sir, don't you like this place?"

Song Xuan didn't answer, just evaded with a smile: "These days, I have also caused you trouble."

Ji Hui didn't use me, and if he didn't want to salute, Song Xuan had a vague feeling that Ji Hui probably didn't want to call him the Holy One today.

Sure enough, Ji Hui didn't say a word, but just let out a "huh".

Song Xuan was also very patient, just watching Ji Hui drink.

It was often like this in the palace, Ji Hui didn't seem to have any way of making fun, occasionally calling Song Xuanlai, that's all, watching the scenery and reading, having three glasses of thin wine, and occasionally chatting, it was just a taste.

It's just that Ji Hui drank a little too much today.

"Where are you going, sir?" Ji asked back. "Any plans?"

"The whole world is home, how can it be called any plan?" Song Xuan said with a smile.

"Family all over the world... It's a good thing, it's a good thing." After hearing this, Ji Hui's brows were filled with joy, and he said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to listen to."

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The folks have their own troubles, but it's just a pleasure to listen to, and there's nowhere to be happy."

"That's right, this is what you said that all living beings are suffering, isn't it?" Ji Hui chuckled. "Since this world is nothing but a cage, what difference does it make where you flee to?"

Song Xuan was stunned by the question.

Seeing that he was stopped, Ji Hui seemed even happier: "Mr. Song, tell me, what is the difference between this deep palace compound and your world?"

Song Xuan thought for a long time, but in the end he could only say: "At the end of the world, I'm just physically tired, but in this deep palace compound, my heart is tired."

Ji Hui smiled and shook his head: "You are on the run."

"Just take it as it is." Song Xuan said.

After talking, Ji Hui poured Song Xuan a glass of wine: "If you leave, what will the third child do?"

It wasn't the first time Song Xuan heard Ji Hui mention his son with such a subtle sense of strangeness, but every time he heard it, it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'm just an outsider, there is no difference to the Third Highness whether I am present or not."

"Really?" Ji Hui looked at him narrowly. "If this is the case, why do you ask me for help? Is it because you are afraid that the third child will not let you go?"

Ji Hui was sharper than expected, which made Song Xuan cough uncontrollably.

"Pack up your things tonight, and I'll ask Fuluan and the others to take you away." Ji Hui said.

"Fu Luan?" Song Xuan was stunned.

Ji Hui didn't answer, just looked at the Qingluan Terrace under the restaurant and curled the corners of her lips, revealing a faint smile.

It was only then that Song Xuan realized that the Fuluan sisters were probably not charlatans in the first place, but the people Ji Hui had placed in the Zhaixing Pavilion.

Ji Hui obviously had drunk a little too much, filled the glasses for both of them, and said in a daze, "I'll let you practice it."

Song Xuan took the drink and said softly, "I wish you good health and longevity."

"Fushou Ankang?" Ji Hui sneered, "How come Mr. Song has learned to talk nonsense?"

Song Xuan stared into his eyes: "Stop the pill."

The smile on Ji Hui's face gradually faded away, and she stared fixedly at Song Xuan, as if trying to figure out who he was, before she snorted and clinked glasses with him: "Come on, happy life and good health."

After drinking, Ji Hui pulled up his sleeves again and asked Song Xuan to show him his palm: "You are about to leave, but you didn't even leave me a decent prophecy. Could it be that the Star Picking Pavilion is letting you be in vain?" Living?"

Song Xuan laughed, "You really want me to fail? I already knew you had something on your mind, but do you really want to share it with a charlatan?"

Ji Hui put down his arms resentfully: "You are very boring in this matter."

Song Xuan looked at him with a smile.

"If you stay in the palace for a while longer, we might become good friends." Ji Hui said with a smile.

"Isn't it now?" Song Xuan asked.

"No." Ji Hui squinted and said drunkenly. "Mr. Song is very imaginary. He can't be friends easily. Even if he says it now, he can't be counted."

Song Xuan shook his head: "This is not a good word."

Ji Hui said slowly, "In that case, I'll make a bet with you."

"What bet?"

"I bet you will come back sooner or later, and stay here willingly." Ji Hui said slowly. "If I win, you and I are friends. If I lose, then I will treat it as nothing."

Song Xuan couldn't help laughing: "It's my blessing to be able to develop friendship with you."

Ji Hui's eyes were hazy with drunkenness: "You just say whether you want to bet or not."

"Of course I bet," Song Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, but coaxed Ji Hui. "Why don't you gamble?"

Only then was Ji Hui satisfied.

Song Xuan stopped Ji Hui five or six times until the two of them drank a whole table of wine before persuading Ji Hui to stop.

At that time, the moon was already in the sky, and the two Fuluan sisters were waiting outside.

Song Xuan stood up, his steps were a little unsteady, but he said solemnly to Ji Hui, "Thank you."

"Thank you, anyway, I will definitely win. Song Xuan, Song Xuan, you will come back sooner or later." Ji Hui poked him. "Your heart is tied to this Shengjing, wherever you escape, it will be bitter."

Song Xuan responded with a smile: "I'll have a drink with you when I come back."

When Song Xuan left the restaurant, there was only a table of leftovers left. Ji Hui took two steps in a daze.

Someone from the palace came in to help: "Your Majesty, it's time to go back to the palace."

Ji Hui murmured to himself, not sure if he was awake or drunk: "Run away, run away, those who have a heart can't escape, and those who don't have a heart can't be tied."

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If there was warmth in his eyes, those thin sheets of letter paper would have been burnt to ashes by Ji Yunxi long ago.

Ji Yunxi read the words Song Xuan left him word by word, his expression didn't change at all, but his hands got closer and closer, until he crumpled up the few pieces of letter paper and didn't throw them away.

"What about others?" Ji Yunxi's expression was so calm that even Fang Qiutang felt weird.

"Let go of me first..." Fang Qiutang was held down by Zhu Yang, with a knife on his neck, and he really had no temper.

"I'm asking you about others?" Ji Yunxi's tone was not a little turbulent.

"...He went to see His Majesty."

Ji Yunxi turned around without hesitation.

Zhu Yang punched Fang Qiutang with an "offended" mouth shape, and put the knife back into its sheath.

"Wait a minute," Xia Qiutang couldn't sit still any longer, she quickly stood up and pulled Ji Yunxi's sleeve. "Are you crazy? He saw the Holy One, where are you going now? If Song Xuan knew you were like this, he would have to beat me to death—"

Hearing the word "Song Xuan", the most fragile string in Ji Yunxi's mind seemed to break instantly, and with a wave of his hand, he swept all the teapots and cups on the table to the ground, smashing the porcelain pieces on the ground, and some fragments flew up , A streak of red fell on his face.

Fang Qiutang was shocked by the mess of the place, and couldn't help taking a step back: "You..."

"As long as he cares about me halfway..." Ji Yunxi laughed in the middle of his sentence, with indescribable coldness and self-deprecation.

"You don't want to leave me."