big master, big liar

"How's it going?" Fang Qiutang just arrived, only to see Song Xuanzheng standing outside the room with his hair dazed.

Song Xuan said: "The imperial doctor said that there is nothing serious, but he is not awake yet, let him rest here for a night."

"It's just that he came here quietly. Now that there's such a big commotion, it's better to explain it to His Majesty."

Fang Qiutang's headache became more and more when he heard it: "How to explain this? You two are a prince and a celebrity around the Holy One. It's too late to avoid suspicion, but you get together at night. People will think that you are plotting something. "

Song Xuan smiled wryly: "There is no way to do that. Fortunately, the Holy Majesty knew that I was going to leave, so there should be no misunderstanding."

Fang Qiutang hesitated for a moment: "Are you... still going?"

Song Xuan was stunned when he heard the words, turned around, leaned on the railing and sighed slightly: "I don't know."

At that time the night sky was clear and the moon was shining brightly, only the cold winter wind was blowing, making Song Xuan's robe dance wildly in the wind, but he was staring at the distance in a trance, as quiet as a statue.

Fang Qiutang followed his gaze, and he could just see the distant view of the imperial palace from here. In the daytime, the majestic and majestic cornices, jade pavilions and golden buildings all tinged with a sense of desolation and coldness under the night.

The ninefold palace is frosty and cold in the morning, and the moon is shining on the ten-mile tower, which is probably the case.

"I've been surprised since the first day, I think this place is very familiar," Song Xuan's eyes were a little dazed. "More familiar than Sifang City."

Whether it is the Zhaixing Pavilion or the distant view of the palace, it seems that he has seen it a thousand times or ten thousand times. He seems to have been here for a long time, looking at this direction from a distance, watching the success or failure of all these, until the deer. Go to Sutai.

Fang Qiutang laughed when he heard the words: "Could it be that you were an emperor in your previous life? Don't you see it in a dream?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "I don't like it here."

"But many people like it." Fang Qiutang chuckled.

"including you?"

"Including me." Fang Qiutang didn't shy away from it, smiling like a smug fox, with ambition written all over his body. "People say that the famous rein and the sharp lock are fake? Shengjing is a cage full of gold and silver mountains. As long as you squeeze in, you will have to sit through the prison."

"Let's go," Fang Qiutang looked serious, "Song Xuan, you don't belong here, and you won't take root here."

Song Xuan didn't speak.

"You're worried about Ji Yunxi, but I'm worried about you." Fang Qiutang looked at the bruised and purple fingerprints on Song Xuan's wrist with a calm expression. "If you are not happy staying here, just stay for a bullshit prince, risk your head to stay by the Holy Majesty's side every day, make up bullshit prophecies like the people in this building, and follow the madness every day." A scum like a mosquito intrigues and gets involved in the struggle for imperial power to inform others—”

"Then I'd rather you get out of here and be your charlatan."

Song Xuan patted him on the shoulder, and laughed dumbfoundedly: "It's not as serious as you said, I only weigh a few catties? Even if I stay, it's just a fortune teller."

But he knew in his heart that Fang Qiutang was right.

"Song Xuan, brother, I have taught you many things, and now I have to teach you another lesson." Fang Qiutang laughed.

"You have to live for yourself, more than anything else."

Fang Qiutang looked a little cunning most of the time, but at this moment his eyes were bright and firm. "You have to figure out what you want, and there's no point being soft-hearted at this point."

Song Xuan looked at Fang Qiutang, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "Sometimes I wish that it was Axi who met you back then."

But Fang Qiutang laughed with a "huh": "So you can be the emperor's son?"

"Yes." Song Xuan smiled until his eyes narrowed.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a palace official reporting softly from behind: "Mr. Song, the Holy Majesty has summoned you."

Song Xuan thought in his heart, nine times out of ten Ji Hui knew that Ji Yunxi had fallen ill in Zhaixing Pavilion, and wanted to ask him to clarify.

He hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Wait a moment."

He quietly entered the room, picked up the package on the ground, and carried it on his back.

He tucked the corner of the quilt for Ji Yunxi again, his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had slept restlessly.

Next to him, Zhu Yang was keeping watch at night. Seeing the burden on Song Xuan's body, his eyes widened.

Song Xuan made a silent gesture.

Zhu Yang hesitated for a moment, finally yawned, and quickly leaned against the wall to pretend to be asleep.

Song Xuan couldn't help laughing, bowed his head and knocked on Ji Yunxi for a while, and finally said something softly.

"There will be a period later."

Turning around, he went out and followed the palace servants who came to summon him.

Fang Qiutang looked at the backs of the two, and was originally smiling and waving, but suddenly felt a little weird, and couldn't explain why.

At this moment, two Fuluan sisters ran over from the other end of the corridor, and asked doubtfully, "Where is Mr. Song?"

"The Holy Majesty summoned him." Fang Qiutang said.

The Fuluan sisters all showed slight doubts: "What?"

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Song Xuan followed the palace man into a carriage, the carriage was covered with green cloth, and only a groom was outside.

The palace man sat beside Song Xuan, extremely silent.

Song Xuan asked with a smile, "Your Majesty summoned you privately, but I don't know why?"

The palace servant's voice was flat: "I'm waiting for a servant, how dare I pry into the holy will."

Song Xuan accompanied him with a smiling face: "What you said is true, I am rash."

The carriage creaked over the bluestone slab and walked forward.

Song Xuan said: "Excuse me, let the coachman go slowly, I drank too much at night, and I feel a little dizzy."

The palace man glanced at him, and poked his head halfway to say something, but suddenly got kicked on the buttocks, kicked out by Song Xuan, and pressed on the coachman.

The coachman threw the man away, pulled the reins, and pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his waist.

Song Xuan smiled lowly: "As expected, you two have worked hard."