Monarch and ministers are the same

Qingliu raised her hand leisurely to interrupt her, still in a nonchalant tone: "Let him go, don't worry about it, you can't die, even if you die, someone will collect the corpse and bury it with you, right?" Qingliu carefully cut a green leaf, faintly Said: "If you want to worry, go and make a cup of tea for the young master, and let him calm down before eating something."

The maidservant in Tsing Yi replied yes, without any disobedience, turned around and went back to work.

As soon as Yang Youfu stepped into the threshold of Wuyang Hall with his right foot, he felt that something was wrong. The smell of alcohol was pouring out of the hall, but there was only half a shadow to be seen. Yang Youfu walked a few steps closer before he noticed the overturned red sandalwood table. There was a person reclining, the bright yellow brocade robe was loose, his hair was a little messy, covering half of his face, and there was still a jug of wine in his hand. Seeing Yang Youfu coming back, he only glanced at it, and looked directly at Hukouhai. Had a drink.

"My lord!" Yang Youfu was really taken aback, stepped forward and snatched Sima Junrong's jug, knelt down and said comfortingly: "My lord, just listen to the advice of my servant and take care of yourself, you are a The lord of the country, you must not mess up your position because of your children's personal affairs."

Sima Junrong didn't listen, his eyes were clouded as if he had been drunk for a long time, and he said incoherently: "But he, but he, but he will never come back after death, he said..." He belched loudly, already a little Collapse: "He won't come back even if he dies. I like him so much, like him so much, but he won't come back even if he dies. He said, he won't come back even if he dies..." Sima Junrong sat up unsteadily, but Suddenly quieted down, after a while, suddenly asked: "You, did you send him back? Medicine, did he drink that medicine?"

It was rare for him to become drunk and miss Bei Hanyi. Yang Youfu gave Sima Junrong a hand, and said respectfully: "I drank the medicine, and the prime minister ate all the candied fruit I brought. The prime minister was greeted by Young Master Qingliu in person. Don't worry, my lord. He only dared to come back after seeing the prime minister enter the mansion."

"That's right, otherwise your head would have moved." Sima Junrong patted Yang Youfu's shoulder, struggling to stand up, but his feet were unsteady, and he fell back, his back hit the table, causing Sima Jun the pain Rong grinned.

Yang Youfu took Sima Jun's arm, and tried to persuade him: "My lord, be careful. This servant will help you to lie on the bed for a while. My lord knows the prime minister's temper best. Why do you have to be serious with yourself just for a word."

"But I'm sad, my heart hurts, and I feel uncomfortable." Sima Junrong patted his chest in pain and shouted: "He never thought about me, and he never cared about my feelings. I am sad and sad." beside the bed.

Sima Junrong was truly touched, and Yang Youfu couldn't help sighing because of this tenderness that turned into grief. Sima Junrong and Bei Hanyi, one took the initiative too far, the other was passive to the end, and the other was so desperate that he couldn't help it. The intestines were all pulled out to show loyalty, and one was stinging even a half-kind word.In comparison, Sima Junrong should indeed be sad.

Serving Sima Junrong, Yang Youfu cleaned up the smashed objects in the hall, and went to guard outside the hall.

At midnight, the moon is full, and the light of the toad is like silver, and the window is filled with coldness and coldness.Bei Hanyi tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what, feeling inexplicably missing something in his heart, but he didn't understand where the lack in his heart came from.

Bei Hanyi sat up, looked at the window from a distance, fell silent, got up and put on a coat and walked towards the window, opened the window, and saw the shadows of trees outside the courtyard, rustling with the wind.

It was more than a month since Bei Hanyi entered the palace, during that time he faced Sima Junrong day and night, and saw that man stalking around him every day, but now that he returned to the Prime Minister's mansion, he was not used to it.