big master, big liar

In March, the grass grows and the warblers fly. According to Dayao's example, after a hundred days of national mourning, the common people will go on as usual. Weddings and funerals are not taboo, and even the storyteller in Sifang City is alive.

"Speaking of a certain dynasty, there is such a highness—"

The storyteller in Sifang City always has the most novel stories.

For example, two years ago, it was about the prince of a certain dynasty who hanged himself without morality; four years ago, he was talking about the eldest son of a certain country’s emperor eloping for love;

And the freshest story recently is the story of the late emperor who passed away for a long time, and the ministers asked for three resignations three times, but the heir still refused to ascend the throne.

And according to the rules of Sifang City, a certain person from a certain dynasty from a certain country is nothing more than today and this place.

Those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don't understand will understand after listening.

It's just that these fabricated stories are probably two parts true and eight parts false, false and true, just listening to the excitement.

Song Xuan, for example, has seen the unrestrained imagination of these storytellers a long time ago, so he doesn't take these stories to heart.

On the contrary, Xiang Rong was fascinated by what he was listening to, and while drinking tea, he still asked, "Is what they said true? What kind of dragon cauldron does Dayao really have? The emperor can only be enthroned if he digs it out?"

"If they dare to say it, you dare to believe it?" Song Xuan couldn't help laughing: "Listen to them, you can make mistakes for years."

Xiang Rong kicked him: "You are a sensible person, you have the ability, why don't you tell me about it?"

Song Xuan drank tea on his own: "How can we know about the emperor's old son?"

Xiang Rong muttered, "It's just curiosity, isn't everyone vying to sit on that chair? It's good now, the chair has been cleaned, and it's only one butt away, so I don't want to sit on it."

Song Xuan was amused and didn't explain in detail.

It has been more than three months since Ji returned to the funeral, and Song Xuan stayed in Sifang City for more than three months, living in seclusion, only occasionally drinking tea and chatting with Xiangrong, as if he had become a retired country gentleman.

It's strange to say that Song Xuan was a guy who couldn't stop his pace a few years ago, but now he is born inexplicably.

Probably because I have walked a lot, and when I am tired from walking, I always want to find a place to rest.

The biggest advantage of Sifang City is that it is well-informed. Ji Yunxi's slow refusal to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor also puzzled Song Xuan.

According to Dayao's example, after a hundred days, the officials asked for three resignations three times, and Ji Yunxi should have taken office long ago, and sat on the position of the Supreme Being in the world, but until now, the government has not issued a notice, and the folks call Ji Yunxi, It also stopped at the "Three Highnesses" for a long time.

It has attracted countless bizarre and absurd stories.

While talking here, suddenly I heard a commotion outside, and a group of officers and soldiers poured in from outside.

Song Xuan and Xiang Rong both turned their heads to look, and saw a handsome man in luxurious clothes, striding in, pointing his chin towards the storyteller: "I heard that there are people talking about the imperial court here, and that's true .”

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, and carefully looked at the man's eyebrows, it was indeed a strange face that he had never seen before.

Talking about the imperial court in vain, how could a storyteller with a big hat dare to pick it up, and he didn't know who it was. He only knew that these were officers and soldiers of the government, and they repeatedly asked for forgiveness, even the owner of the teahouse came out to intercede.

"Take him away, and the store will be smashed for me." The man shouted arrogantly, looking confident and domineering. "If I let my son hear your nonsense again, it will be nice to have you."

The leader of the officer and soldier who was following the man was also an acquaintance of Song Xuan - Detective Zhao, he heard that the man was going to smash the store, so he couldn't help but persuade him.

"What? My son is not good at speaking? I told you to smash it, so you smash it for me." The man sneered. "A mere catcher, is it going to be reversed?"

The man's identity was unknown, but the hats were buttoned up one after the other, so scared that Inspector Zhao quickly shut up, and a group of officers and soldiers drove out the tea guests, picked up the dishes, cups and chopsticks on the table and smashed them indiscriminately. In the meantime, only the teahouse owner's anxious dissuasion, broken porcelain, and the sound of tables and chairs overturned could be heard.

Many guests didn't know the reason, and were afraid of getting into trouble, they retreated one after another, only Song Xuan couldn't help taking a look, and asked Xiangrong in a low voice: "Which kind of god is this? Has it changed?"

"Keep your voice down." Xiang Rong poked him vigorously with her elbow.

Song Xuan was caught off guard by this blow, he coughed repeatedly, and almost vomited out the refreshments he had just eaten.

Xiang Rong patted him on the back carelessly: "This is the immortal who came two months ago, people call him Mr. Nan Rong, you don't know?"

"Mr. Nan Rong?" Song Xuan slightly went through it in his mind, the nine schools and three religions did not have such a title, so he shook his head. "From outside the city?"

"It's from Shengjing," Xiang Rong lowered his voice and whispered. "I heard from the guest that this kid is a close confidant of His Highness the Third Highness."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback: "What?"

The third highness that people talk about now can only be Ji Yunxi.

Xiangrong didn't know much about Song Xuan's past, nor did he understand his entanglement with Ji Yunxi, he just thought he was curious: "It's the current Third Highness, this Mr. Nanrong is someone close to him."

"I heard that he is here to work for His Royal Highness Na Laoshizi. I haven't seen him do one thing all day long. He has done a lot to make money and make troubles. The officials above are all crazy to give him gifts to get around—"

For some reason, Song Xuan seemed to be distracted: "Which way?"

"Go the way of His Highness the Third Highness!" Xiang Rongqi said. "Aren't you stupid?"

"The first emperor's three sons, one disappeared and the other hanged himself. Now even a three-year-old child knows that the position is firmly established. It belongs to the third highness. If the officials don't take advantage of the present, when will they leave?"

Song Xuan nodded perfunctorily. When he heard that it was about Ji Yunxi, his thoughts had already drifted to nowhere, and he didn't even listen to a word of Xiangrong's words in his mind.

He was silent for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "What is he doing here for Ji Yunxi?"

"Who knows, I didn't see what's wrong with him." Xiangrong frowned and said, "I only know that Mr. Nan Rong is really not a cheap lamp, you should finish it sooner and get out sooner, don't Come again to harm this Sifang City."

Song Xuan couldn't help frowning slightly when he thought of that person's mood just now.

Is Ah Xi's confidant actually such a person?