Monarch and ministers are the same

Yang Youfu's face was wrinkled into a ball, it was three points uglier than crying.Kneeling slowly on the ground, he rejoiced and said, "Fortunately, the lord is fine, otherwise, the slaves and servants will not be able to escape their responsibility for death."

Sima Junrong came back to his senses, rubbed his arms together and said, "Oh, I'm freezing to death." Then he sneezed twice, and then he saw Yang Youfu kneeling on the ground with a pale face, and said nahan, "Yang Youfu, What are you doing?"

Yang Youfu trembled violently, kowtowed his head, and got up to help Sima Junrong: "Your servant is fine, but my lord, could it be that I have stood by this window all night?" Yang Youfu's finger touched Sima Junrong's. The hem of the clothes, the material was damp, it was already freezing cold.Covering the back of Sima Junrong's hand, without even a trace of warmth, Yang Youfu said earnestly: "My lord was angry with the prime minister for not taking his own body seriously, so what is the lord doing here? Recruiting us slaves for nothing My heart hurts." As he spoke, he hugged Sima Junrong on the bed.

Yang Youfu's words went too far, because he was too worried and didn't realize it. Although Sima Junrong heard his disrespectful words, he didn't bother with him because he was dedicated to the Lord, and let him embrace him on the bed and pressed the bed Under the thin quilt, Sima Junrong's head was swollen, and he twitched his nose and said, "I'm afraid I have caused a cold, so go to the imperial doctor and make some medicine for me to get rid of the cold."

Yang Youfu thoughtfully said: "Yes, this servant is going to invite Imperial Physician Yu to come to court this morning..."

"After a while, the minister went to the palace, and you went to announce my oral order, and said that I had a cold occasionally, and I will be relieved early." Sima Junrong was wrapped in a brocade quilt, but still felt numb from the cold, even his tongue was tingling with chills, let alone his body. That kind of cold energy.

Yang Youfu took the order, and ordered the maidservant to enter the palace to serve Sima Junrong, and went to do business by herself.

His teeth were trembling, his face felt hot again after clutching the brocade quilt, but his body was still cold, he could still hear the sound of small footsteps approaching, and he ordered: "Go, go and get the thick quilt for me, I'm freezing to death."

"Yes." A clear and good voice responded lightly, and the sound of footsteps faded away again.Sima Junrong was still stunned, and murmured: "This voice is really wonderful."

After a while, the man came back, holding a thick quilt in his arms, spreading it out on Sima Junrong's body, and standing at the end of the bed with lowered eyebrows and not saying a word.

Sima Junrong suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked over carefully. The maidservant had a good face, her brows were like willows, her eyes were like autumn waves, her cheeks were slightly shy, and she was dressed in a light pink palace dress, which made her look like a lotus flower. So graceful.Sima Junrong seemed to be interested in her, and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

The servant girl said respectfully: "Your maidservant dresses in the wind."

"Shangfeng?" Sima Junrong heard it familiarly, but couldn't quite remember it for a while.The dress was exquisite and clear, and seeing Sima Junrong's bewildered appearance, he knew in his heart that he had forgotten what happened before, so he reminded him softly: "The name of slave is still given by the Lord."

After being reminded by her, Sima Junrong remembered it, and said with a smile, "No wonder I sound familiar." The look in his eyes staring at Shangfeng quietly changed, and his voice was so dark that it was somewhat bewildering: "Shangfeng, come to me. .”

Shang Feng was silent for a while, then bowed his head and answered yes, walked to the bedside, and bowed his head to wait.

Sima Junrong bent his eyes in satisfaction, and said without resistance: "Take off all your clothes."

Shang Feng's eyes widened and his fingers trembled in fright, but he didn't dare to raise his head to look at Sima Junrong. She was nothing more than a servant girl, and there was something she didn't want in her heart, who would care more?My heart was full of bitterness, so I had no choice but to say "yes" shallowly, and shed all the covering things.

Shang Feng couldn't resist the shame and anger in his heart, his face was covered with red, his eyes were closed, his body trembled slightly and he didn't dare to move.

Her body was as graceful as jade, her complexion was pink and white, and when the wind from the window blew past her body, she trembled a little.Sima Junrong ruthlessly touched his forehead and asked with a smile, "You feel cold too?"

"Your servant is not cold." Shang Feng gritted his teeth and said shyly, his face flushed even more.

Sima Junrong uncovered a corner of the brocade quilt, and said with a smile: "Come in."

Shang Feng opened his eyes, and stared blankly at Sima Junrong. Seeing that his face was bright red like rouge, he hesitated for a moment, and got in.Feeling cold when touching the skin, Shangfeng looked into Sima Junrong's eyes in surprise, and whispered: "It's so cold."

Sima Junrong couldn't help laughing, and said again: "Take off my clothes too."

Shangfeng already understood that Sima Junrong was asking her to warm the bed, and he was unambiguous at the moment. Although he covered two brocade quilts, he still pulled off Sima Junrong's beautiful clothes. This time, two naked/naked/ Naked body, frankly met.

Shang Feng hesitantly stretched out his hand to touch Sima Junrong's forehead. Although his body was still cold, his forehead seemed to be burning hot. He knew that Sima Junrong's body had already been chilled by the wind and cold, and he was afraid that he would be confused.

Sima Junrong stretched out his arms to wrap around Sangfeng's waist, just as if she was pressing against her like a heater, Shangfeng shivered from the cold.Women's bodies are different from men's and are softer in comparison.Sima Junrong walked around Shangfeng's waist with his hands, but he remembered the day with Bei Hanyi.

That day, he drank a few more glasses of wine to strengthen his courage, and in this hall of Wuyang, he asked Bei Hanyi with fiery eyes: "Hanyi, I have had you in my heart since I was young, and you, do you have me in my heart?"

Bei Hanyi calmly said: "I have never thought about it, I hope the Lord will not have such thoughts..." Before Bei Hanyi finished speaking, Sima Junrong lost his temper, and the anger from a few glasses of thin wine made him wink Bring on the madness.

Sima Junrong almost didn't even think about it, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Bei Hanyi, pushing him onto the bed step by step.Bei Hanyi knew that this day would come sooner or later, but when the incident happened suddenly, he still couldn't help trembling, his face was filled with panic.

He tore off all the coverings on Beihanyi's body, and kissed every part of Beihanyi like worship. Beihanyi's skin was fair but not loose, with a tenacity unique to men. Incense.

His fingers wandered over Bei Hanyi's body, and everywhere he passed was trembling, his skin was covered with a bewitching dense color in the trembling and rubbing, and he went crazy because of it.

"My lord, my lord..." Shang Feng cried out sadly and fearfully, his eyes filled with tears.

Sima Junrong was stunned, and slowly pulled back to his senses, only to realize that his hand had touched the wrong place, and retracted his hand like an electric shock, but found in embarrassment that his desire/hope raised his head because he was thinking about the north and cold clothes.Immediately, his heart became irritable like being scratched by a cat, and he hugged nephrite to warm his body. Sima Junrong looked at Changfeng, but his heart was clear: this person is not Bei Hanyi.Hesitation flashed across his eyes, why don't he take this maid for once, but as soon as the idea came up, his heart turned cold. After all, this maid is not Bei Hanyi, but under his irritability, he can't take much care of it. His movements also became rough, and he only pushed Shangfeng's head down the brocade quilt.

Yang Youfu and Imperial Physician Yu stood outside the hall for a while, but he heard the noise inside, he didn't dare to enter without authorization, he could only hear the faint sobbing of a woman inside, as if she was crying.

After touching half a stick of incense, the door of the palace opened silently, and Shang Feng came out with slightly disheveled clothes and red eyes, and when he saw Yang Youfu, he called out: "Elder-in-law." His voice was hoarse, and he lost the clear and pleasant voice before.