big master, big liar

Ji Hui died one winter day.

People call the death of an emperor a landslide to describe the huge impact of his death.But Ji Hui's death was rather ordinary for an emperor.

The ministers had long been prepared for his departure. The year the deposed prince Ji Yunyi hanged himself, Ji Hui was already an empty shell whose body had been hollowed out by the elixir, but he still stubbornly refused to stop using the elixir .

Finally, one morning, Ji Hui never woke up again.

The ministers dealt with everything step by step, the people cried, the world was silent, the bells in the temples rang, and the ministers couldn't afford to kneel, but they knew in their hearts that the seven-year undercurrent was finally settled at this moment.

In the end, there is only one person who can sit in that chair.

It was the person that no one thought of seven years ago.

Ji Yunxi.

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Three days after Ji Hui passed away, Sifang City welcomed an old friend in the heavy snow.

It was a man wearing a stone-blue Taoist robe and an ivory-white cloak, his face was hidden under the hood, he was holding a whisk in his left hand, and a jar of cold wine in his right. The thick snow, step by step, walked to the back of the flower downstairs.

The emperor passed away, and the whole country was in mourning. Huaxia, who used to sing and dance endlessly, is now desolate and desolate.

The man knocked on the back door where Hua went downstairs, and after a long time, a woman's roar came: "Knock what! No business this month! Go back and find your wife!"

The man laughed: "I didn't come to stay overnight."

"You can't even drink!" There were heavy footsteps coming from inside, followed by the sound of clinking things falling to the ground. The woman opened the door and opened her mouth to curse: "Come early in the morning..."

Before she could finish her words, her eyes widened, her mouth couldn't close, she moved her lips, and only then did she utter two syllables: "...Song Xuan?"

The man on the opposite side took off his hood, revealing that gentle face, it was Song Xuan who had disappeared for many years: "Xiang Rong, long time no see."

The woman opposite was already stunned.

Song Xuan shook the snow on his body, and smiled: "Don't invite me in?"

"Song Xuan, you..." Xiangrong stared blankly at him, hesitated for a few moments, and his first reaction was to pick up the stick used to latch the door, and was about to hit him: "You still know how to come back!? I hit him Die you heartless thing-"

Song Xuan hurriedly jumped into the door, and fled in three steps at a time. Xiang Rong chased after him all the way, forcing him to a corner.

Seeing that there was really no way to escape, Song Xuan stretched out his hand to snatch the stick from Xiangrong's hand, and said with a shy smile, "Good girl, I've been frozen in the snow for half a day, and even my skin is brittle. Come down with the stick, won't you smash me into pieces?"

Xiangrong was so angry that he jumped up: "I should have smashed your ribs and broken your bones. You fucking have the face to come back. You have been gone for six years without even a letter. I thought you died somewhere." -"

These words were originally in the tone of a resentful woman, but when Xiangrong said it, it looked like a villain in a casino to press for debts.

Song Xuan laughed dryly: "It's hard to explain in one word. These years, people have been chasing debts everywhere. I really dare not come back rashly. I'm afraid I will also implicate you."

Xiangrong snorted coldly, and refused to believe his nonsense, but his expression softened a little after all, and he moved half of his body away, and let him go into the room: "Come in first, let's talk, I'll find you something to eat. "

Song Xuan stopped her suddenly, and handed over the jar of cold wine that he had been carrying all the time: "Just help me warm it up along the way."

Xiang Rong took the wine and sniffed it: "Where did you get the good wine? It's agreed, we'll meet each other and share half."

Song Xuan shook his head and said with a smile: "I'll find a good one for you next time, but this wine is not good."

Xiang Rong took a second sniff at the scent of the wine: "Stingy, I'll just give you the money."

"This wine is used to commemorate a friend." Song Xuan said.

Xiang Rong was stunned for a moment, but in the end she didn't say anything and went out to warm up the wine.

Song Xuan sat alone in the room, took off his cloak, shook off the remaining snow, put the dust whisk in his hand aside, and faced a bronze mirror.

What was still vaguely inside was his face, as if six years hadn't left any deep imprint on him.

He was still the lonely Song Xuan who came and went like the wind.

But it seems that something has changed, making the 27-year-old Song Xuan more gentle and easy-going.

After a while, Xiang Rong came in with hot wine in his arms. Seeing Song Xuanzheng standing in front of the mirror, he couldn't help laughing: "He's an old man, why should he look in the mirror?"

Song Xuan couldn't help laughing: "Old men only have to look in the mirror, otherwise they will be sloppy, and they will not be able to get a wife."

Xiang Rong couldn't help but ask, "You haven't married yet?"

Song Xuan shook his head.

He is 27 years old and has not yet married, which seems to be extremely rare in Dayao.

In the past six years, he traveled all over the world, and even his colleagues couldn't help sympathizing with him, and wanted to introduce him to one or two gentle and steady girls so that he could settle down.

"You marry back to your hometown, give birth to a baby, and just leave some money. It won't delay your traveling outside."

Many people advised him in this way.

But Song Xuan seemed to be resisting something instinctively.

Song Xuan shook his head and sighed.

He poured himself a glass of wine, poured another glass and put it opposite him.The wine went down the stomach and intestines, and even warmed up the body.

Xiang Rong was a little curious, and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of friend is this?"

Song Xuan thought for a while before answering: "He is a friend who has many secrets and speaks very effectively."

Xiang Rong was a little curious: "Is it more effective than yours?"

"He thought of something that I couldn't think of myself. Do you think it will work or not?" Song Xuan said with a smile.

Xiang Rong nodded: "That is really powerful."

"Such a powerful person..." Song Xuan stared at the full wine cup, feeling a little dazed.

At the moment when he knew that Ji Hui had died, Song Xuancai realized it clearly.

It really has been six years.

He wandered around, still the bluffing Song Banxian, but he met strange scenery and strange people every day.When change has become the norm, there is no awareness of the passage of time.

Only when I occasionally hear rumors from the court, will I sometimes have the consciousness of moving from place to place.

The crown prince's situation went from bad to worse, Ji Yunxi's prosperity, Fang Qiutang's rise, and the confrontation in the court could be seen vaguely. They were obviously familiar names, but they fell into the rumors, but turned into strange stories.

If it is said to be comfortable, it seems to be comfortable. He is a natural leisurely traveler in the city. He travels all over the world and sees all kinds of things in the world. How can he not be happy?

It's just that there seems to be something different in this comfortable and happy life.

He ran away for six years, but he still didn't let his heart settle down, instead he became more and more restless.It was as if there was something that had been buried in his heart, and he was always concerned about it, but he hadn't gotten an answer for a long time.

Now that Ji Hui is gone, he actually has the illusion of waking up from a dream.

It seems that something is about to change quietly.