Monarch and ministers are the same

Sima Junrong was a little angry, and muttered in a low voice: "Sleep on the floor, sleep on the floor! What's the big deal!" But suddenly he sighed helplessly, got up and opened the gauze, reached out and pushed Beihanyi, and coaxed softly: "Hanyi Ah, don't sleep yet, get up and drink some water, eat something, what time is it, really, I was in a mess when you disturbed me." Sima Junrong lit a candle, saw that Bei Hanyi ignored him, and sat The edge of the bed thought for a while and said: "Hanyi, I really know I was wrong. If you want to beat me or scold you, you come at me. Don't hurt yourself, can you? My heart hurts."

Bei Hanyi felt warm in his heart when he heard that, turned his body outward slightly, looked carefully into Sima Junrong's eyes, but asked with a straight face, "As long as you don't think about me, it's better than anything else."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Sima didn't want to hear Bei Hanyi's rejection of him, so he changed the subject directly: "Hanyi, do you want to drink water first, or eat first? Is there anything special you want to eat?"

"What can I eat now? Huh?" Bei Hanyi stared at Sima Junrong half-sarcastically with a cold face: "Pour me a glass of water first, didn't you hear that my voice is hoarse?"

"Oh." Sima Junrong obediently poured water and handed it to Bei Hanyi, and shouted outside the door: "Yang Youfu, come in and serve food!"

Yang Youfu was standing outside the hall with his hands down, half-raised his head to look at the brightening stars in the sky, just now he saw the lights in the room turned off, he thought Sima Junrong just fell asleep, and was thinking of reminding the Lord to eat But he didn't expect Sima Junrong to pass on the meal to him again. Yang Youfu had an exquisite and clear heart.

Yang Youfu turned around and opened the door, glanced at the bed, saw Sima Junrong sitting up with Bei Hanyi, who was full of reluctance, and leaning the cushion on Bei Hanyi's waist thoughtfully, the smile in his eyes couldn't help Yang Kai, in a harmonious voice, ordered the palace servants to arrange the meals, took his leave, and left behind closed doors.

Sima Junrong thought the room was dark, so he turned on the candle and asked, "Hanyi, which porridge would you like to drink?"

On the round table with red sandalwood curly grass pattern, there are hawthorn and radish porridge, yam lotus seed porridge, chestnut porridge, walnut kernel porridge, ground yellow flower porridge, chrysanthemum perch soup, longan ginger juice porridge, lotus leaf and lotus seed porridge, and Yuyu seed porridge. Waiting for the nine dishes of porridge, steaming white, bursts of porridge fragrance overflowing.

Bei Hanyi looked at the porridge on the red sandalwood square table, with twitching veins on his forehead, and asked with restraint: "What are these?"

"Porridge." Sima Junrong said obediently: "Hanyi should not eat some hard food these days, no, I specially ordered the imperial kitchen to pick up some easy-to-digest porridge and make them. Knowing that you have a tricky mouth, I also specially ordered Let them make a few folk porridge recipes, see which one has an appetite, and I will serve you a bowl."

Bei Hanyi glanced at the porridge on the table, there were all kinds of porridges, such as those that invigorate the spleen and appetizers, those that nourish the stomach and help the face, those that soothe the liver and relieve stagnation, those that nourish the blood and regulate the spleen, those that clear the spleen and remove heat, and even help women manage their affairs Bei Hanyi was unable to hold his forehead with his left hand, and pointed to the table with his right hand perfunctorily: "Keep the porridge with longan and ginger juice, and remove the others."

Sima Junrong was so happy that he passed the word to Yang Youfu and removed the porridge one by one, leaving only a longan ginger porridge. He filled a bowl and sat beside the bed considerately, feeding Bei Hanyi spoonful by spoonful. Frowning, he wanted to reach out to take a spoon to eat by himself, but Sima Junrong dodged it lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't move, you are not feeling well now, just move less."