Monarch and ministers are the same

Taiwei Che knocked his forehead on the ground with a bang, hesitatingly said: "Old minister, I don't know where the crime is, I hope the Lord will clarify."

"I don't know where the crime is." Sima Junrong's voice became colder and more ruthless, frightening a group of courtiers so that their heads almost touched the ground.Sima Junrong's eyes were still complicated, falling on Bei Hanyi softly and helplessly, his voice was cold and cold, not as warm as before.

"You two old bastards, are you bullying me when I'm young? You connive at the two Lu'er street fights and destroy the tranquility of a street, don't you think I don't know? Or do you want to use the little power in your hands to run amok and provoke me? ?" Sima Junrong's words were indifferent and seemed to be smiling, but every word was squeezed out of his teeth with anger.

It is common for ministers to fight against the rich and evil in private, and Sima Junrong never cared about it. It was just a coincidence that the anger was strong today, so the reason why the ministers were arrested was not to vent their anger. After many years of ups and downs in the officialdom, he has long since become a fine fox, how can he not guess how much?Just daring to be angry and dare not speak out, the dumb eats coptis, and has to swallow the bitterness, "I deserve to die" and "I'm guilty" every mouthful until blood drips from my forehead.

Seeing that they were almost done, Sima Junrong waved them to stand up and let them go after another reprimand. He still looked at Bei Hanyi with a flat, slightly sad look.

"Recently, I heard that a first-class prostitute in Fuluo City/Guan Cui Xian Lou went to a young man who sold jokes. Some people looked at him and said that he was Zheng Wang, Jing Wang, why don't you explain it to me? Huh?" Sima Junrong said lightly. Glancing at Sima Jinghua, propping his chin with one hand, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, squinting his eyes slightly and still watching the changes in Bei Hanyi carefully.

"Brother..." Sima Jinghua thought for a moment, then said with guilt for a while: "It is true that the king has a strange temperament, especially he doesn't love himself, so I should give you some advice."

"Hmph, how did I hear that you deliberately made things difficult for the king, did not give you food, and forced the majestic king to make a living in a prostitute?" Sima Junrong's voice could not hear the slightest anger, nor could he hear the slightest warmth. Meaning, just consistent indifference.

Sima Jinghua's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was as clear as a mirror. This is not the morning court, he is clearly here to give the present lord a punch.But even though he knew it in his heart so what, he could only blindly admit his guilt: "My brother knows his mistake..."

Before he finished speaking, Sima Junrong interrupted with a chuckle: "Since I know I was wrong, I shouldn't complain about punishing you, right?" A pair of pool-like eyes: "Chendi..."

"Come here, reward King Jing with twenty spine sticks, so as to help him grow his memory." Sima Junrong still smiled at Cen Cen, and even the corners of his eyes curved into arcs.Looking at the calm Bei Hanyi at the bottom of the steps again, a bit of annoyance rose in his heart.Bei Hanyi is a real person, he clearly knows why he lost his temper in class, but he is still so leisurely and complacent, completely staying out of it.Sima Junrong gritted his teeth in hatred.

Sima Jinghua was pulled down and received a good beating, and when he went up to the hall, his expression faded a lot, his face was full of disappointment, beads of sweat on his forehead covered the ends of his hair, and his wet, handsome face lost all the spirit of the past .Sima Junrong stared at him indifferently, and said casually: "Yesterday, a minister filed a bullet to impeach King Su, saying that King Su raised prostitutes/favors, King Su, is there such a thing?"