Monarch and ministers are the same

It is summer, and the vegetation planted under the corridor of the front hall is flourishing.Sima Junrong was wearing a goose yellow brocade robe and strolled leisurely along the shade under the corridor, followed by his personal servant Yang Youfu.

From afar, seeing a small figure leaning on the corridor pillars and looking at the distance motionlessly, Sima Junrong became very curious, and whispered to Yang Youfu in a low voice: "That kid is sneaky and doesn't know where he is. What are you doing, let's quietly go up and take a look." After speaking, he deliberately lightened his steps, and quietly approached Bei Hanyi under the pillar of the corridor.

"Hello." Sima Junrong slapped Bei Hanyi's shoulder fiercely with vicious humor. Bei Hanyi was startled, his body trembled, and he turned his head to meet Sima Junrong's smiling clear eyes.

Sima Junrong was stunned, and only felt that the child in front of him looked only four words: delicate and beautiful!With bright eyes and white teeth, white skin and white snow, he is so cute and cute. Sima Junrong smiled and said, "Whose child are you from? What are you doing here?"

Bei Hanyi stared at Sima Junrong with his moist eyes for a long while, but he didn't respond and didn't move, only clenched his little hands tightly.Sima Junrong felt strange, and stretched out his hand towards his eyes: "Are you talking to me? Are you dumb? Hello?"

Bei Hanyi's tense forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he kept thinking about how to answer, how to answer, what to answer, thinking about it, and what he wanted to say got stuck in his head, and he didn't know what to say, so he shouldn't, let alone I dare not move.

It was the first time for Sima Junrong to see such an interesting child. He was as wooden as a delicate porcelain doll. He smiled and stretched out his hand to poke his shoulder, touch his face, and tap his nose. Seeing that he was still not moving, he was happy He said to Yang Youfu: "Yang Youfu, do you think he looks like a wooden man? Do you think he will move if I squeak his armpits? I wonder if he is ticklish?"

Yang Youfu said respectfully: "The eldest prince will know if he tries it." There was a lot of interest in the words.

Sima Junrong's interest greatly increased, he stretched out his hand to compare Bei Hanyi, looking eager to try, but suddenly felt that the child's lips were like cinnabar, so he poked them with his fingers, and said to Yang Youfu in disbelief: "This child's lips are really soft. !" After speaking, he leaned forward, touched the corners of Bei Hanyi's lips, turned his head and said to Yang Youfu with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be so soft!"

Yang Youfu looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and there was no time to stop him, but in an instant, Sima Junrong kissed Bei Hanyi.Before Yang Youfu could regain his senses, Bei Hanyi, who had been kissed, suddenly rolled his eyes, turned his head and ran away.

Sima Junrong hurriedly chased after him: "Hey, boy, what are you running for?"

"Eldest Prince, run slowly." Yang Youfu chased after him at a tight pace, and before he could turn the corner of the corridor, he saw Sima Junrong running back in a panic, followed by the exquisite porcelain doll. Bei Hanyi, he pursed his lips tightly, holding a piece of wooden stick in his hand, and chased after Sima Junrong murderously, as if vowing to kill Sima Junrong and not turning back.

The prime minister's mansion was in a state of confusion, and Bei Hanyi especially remembered that Sima Nanru was holding a glass of wine, laughing heartily and saying, "Zhenghan, your son is really an interesting person."

It was Bei Hanyi's first time beating Sima Junrong. He hit Sima Junrong's head with blood, and when the second stick was about to fall, his father Bei Zhenghan stopped him and pressed his shoulder. Kneel him on the ground and let him admit his mistake, but he refuses to admit it alive!Bei Zhenghan was so angry that his eyebrows stood on end, and he reached out to hit Bei Hanyi, but was stopped by Sima Junrong, who was covering his head: "Don't hit him, it's my fault."