Monarch and ministers are the same

The past is like weaving, but now I recall it vividly.Sima Junrong was beaten for him, picked out bird eggs for him, everything he did and every word he said seemed to have ulterior motives, but it was reasonable.Before he knew it, Bei Hanyi had gotten used to Sima Junrong's accommodating, and now he suddenly realized that the relationship between himself and Sima Junrong had already surpassed the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers, and there was no distinction between a monarch and his ministers, it was just that he himself refused to go. Just admit it.

Bei Hanyi smiled bitterly to himself, when Sima Junrong asked him: Do you have me in your heart?He also said what he didn't think about, Bei Hanyi buried his head in his knees, and smiled blankly, he was really too dull.

It turns out that I actually have him in my heart.

Since Bei Hanyi knew how much he had for Sima Junrong, he couldn't hold back a little bit. When he climbed out of the study, it was already sunset, the sky was full of clouds and shadows, and the sky was dark.

"Young Master Qingliu, Eunuch Yang asked your servant to bring you a message. Your lord is so hot that you want the prime minister to think nonsense. Please, Mr. Qingliu, find a way to let the prime minister enter the palace to meet the lord." With pleasing eyebrows, she finished speaking in a soft voice, and secretly looked at Qingliu with her eyes. There was a trace of green robe, her eyebrows were clear and her eyes were clear, and there was a tear mole at the end of her left eye, which added a flirtatious charm to the originally clear face.The little eunuch was puzzled, it was obviously his job to serve others, why Eunuch Yang was so respectful to Qingliu, and urged him to be careful when speaking.

Qingliu didn't know what the little father-in-law was thinking, so he curled his right hand slightly, looked down at the water stains on his finger, and answered the wrong question: "It rained last night." Qingliu cherishes flowers and plants, and must mention them every day Bucket, he personally sprinkled water and washed the flowers under the steps of the front hall. He held a gourd ladle in his left hand, and half of the ladle was swaying and rippling in the ladle: "Why is your lord sick?"

"I heard that he caught a cold at night." The little eunuch said timidly.

"Caught cold at night?" Qingliu snorted coldly, picked up the bucket and headed towards the backyard, and saw off the guests: "Young father-in-law's words have been brought, please go back."

"Master Qingliu..." The little eunuch hurriedly called out to him, but Qingliu was nowhere to be seen.

It's also a weirdo.The little eunuch stomped his feet angrily, and had no choice but to return to the palace to return to his life.

Qingliu walked to the backyard, threw the bucket beside the railing, thoughtfully pulled a hair and twirled it around her fingers, and unknowingly walked to Wuyunxuan again.

It was getting late, and a few stars were scattered across the sky.

But he stopped suddenly, as if hesitating, and as if waiting, standing straight in front of Wuyunxuan, staring down at his fingers, the hair wrapped around his fingers for a long time, in the green and white A few light red marks were left on the knuckles, Qingliu frowned slightly, still twisting her hair up her fingers.

The door of Wuyunxuan opened suddenly, Qingliu raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw Bei Hanyi looking at him with a haggard face in surprise, holding the door with his hands, and asked in a daze, "What are you doing standing here?"

Qingliu thought for a while: "There is something I think I should tell you."

Bei Hanyi stepped out without closing the door, stood quietly by the door, thought for a while, and said hesitantly, "I also have something to ask you."

"Oh?" Qingliu said, "Sir, let me tell you first."

Bei Hanyi looked hesitant, and said slowly after a long while: "I'm not used to the tea set at home, when will you go to the palace and bring it back?"

Qingliu raised his eyebrows suspiciously, glanced at Bei Hanyi half-believingly, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, dragged out a tape and asked "Oh", and simply replied two words: "No."

The tone was firm and there was no room for negotiation.

Qingliu's reaction was as expected by Bei Hanyi, and there was no expression on his face for a while, as if he had made a lot of determination, he looked up at Qingliu and said, "I want you to go to the palace to see the Lord for me. How is your illness?" Feeling that his words were too straightforward, he added without confidence: "By the way, bring back the things that have been moved to the palace, I am not used to these things at home."

Qingliu was overjoyed, Bei Hanyi was able to say such a worrying word, which showed that Bei Hanyi wanted to understand the relationship between him and Sima Junrong, but even though his intentions were clear, his skin was as thin as a piece of paper Yes, Qingliu wanted to use Qingliu as an errand, so Qingliu didn't do it, but there was no big reaction on his face, he let out a faint oh, and replied two words in a clear and simple way: "I won't go."

"I'm getting more and more disobedient!" Bei Hanyi's temper came up, pointing at Qingliu and scolding: "I'm the master of this family anyway, why can't you listen to me once? Every time you contradict, every time you disobey, What my master has done is not as powerful as your servant. Otherwise, I will give you the prime minister's mansion directly."

Qingliu waited for Beihanyi to finish complaining, and retorted unhurriedly: "Young master, this is interesting. Although Qingliu is a slave, he doesn't listen to everything. Even if you have a dog, it still has the time to bite people. What's more, slaves are real people. If the young master wants to block Qingliu's mouth as a slave, it will be difficult. Besides, in this prime minister's mansion, every plant, every tree, every brick and every tile, young master, when will you Have you ever cared about it? It’s not that the servant is doing things inside and out every day, you don’t care about my daily hard work, but you actually complain about the master’s achievements.” After this speech, neither humble nor overbearing, every word was refuted Bei Hanyi was speechless.

Bei Hanyi is actually very lazy. Qingliu alone takes care of food and clothing in the mansion. No matter how angry Bei Hanyi was about this matter, he couldn't get angry, so he could only be soft-spoken: "Okay, you are the master and I am the slave, okay?"

"I don't dare." Qingliu became humble, and said leisurely: "I have something to tell the young master, do you want to listen or not?"

"Tell me." Bei Hanyi casually perfunctory.

"My lord is seriously ill." Qingliu spit out these words nonchalantly, seeing Bei Hanyi's body suddenly tremble violently in his eyes, he raised his voice and shouted at him in astonishment: "What did you say?!"

"Just now, Mr. Yang sent someone to spread the word, saying that the Lord was caught in the wind and cold last night. He was watching the scenery by the lake in the middle of the night. He was dizzy for a while. He fell into the river and fished it up..." Before Qingliu finished speaking, Bei Hanyi felt like a gust of wind. rushed out.

Qingliu turned around slowly, put his hand between his eyebrows leisurely, looked at the place where Bei Hanyi left, and sincerely praised: "You ran pretty fast." Looking up, as if remembering something, he walked towards the front yard , muttering to himself as if relieved: "Now the knot in my heart should be solved."

When the family guarding the mansion gate saw Qingliu, they immediately called out respectfully: "Master Qingliu."

Qingliu nodded, and went to close the heavy gate in person, the family members on the left immediately reminded: "Young Master Qingliu, the Prime Minister just left."

Qing Liu said: "I know."

The family members on the right hurriedly added another sentence: "The prime minister has not returned yet."

Qing Liu said: "I know."

The gatekeeper's family immediately looked at each other, Qingliu closed the gate of the mansion, clapped his hands happily, glanced at them, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the prime minister has important matters tonight, and he probably won't be able to come back."