Monarch and ministers are the same

"You're a good-for-nothing trash, when will you be able to accomplish something!" Yang Youfu stood outside Wuyang Hall and scolded the drooping little father-in-law in a low voice: "You can't even ask a correct sentence. What's the use!"

The little father-in-law who returned to the palace cried for mercy, begging for mercy: "Elder-in-law, forgive me, and the servant girl also wanted to ask a question, but Young Master Qingliu didn't show any face. Before the servant girl finished speaking, she left the servant girl and left alone. Yes, it's not that the servant doesn't want to ask clearly."

Yang Youfu raised his hand, looking like he was going to hit someone, scaring the little eunuch's neck back, his face wrinkled until he was about to cry, Yang Youfu couldn't do it, and played a loud chestnut on the little eunuch's forehead, He warned: "Mr. Qingliu, you can judge anyone? Do you really think that Mr. Qingliu is destined to be a slave? You are still young, and you are too superficial in seeing people and things. If you don't keep your mouth tight, Sooner or later, your little life will have to be explained."

The little father-in-law held his red forehead, and he was taught to respond: "Your servant will remember your father-in-law's teachings."

"Yang Youfu!!" Panting, Bei Hanyi ran over and grabbed Yang Youfu's wrist. His frosty face was dull and rigid, and his eyes were too big. He was so upset that he was already at a loss : "Jun Rong he..."

Yang Youfu was taken aback by Bei Hanyi's sudden appearance, although he didn't know why, he hurriedly replied: "The Lord is in the hall." Bei Hanyi didn't even have time to say a word, and rushed into the hall.Yang Youfu was at a loss, why did he see that Bei Hanyi's expression was wrong, turned his head and grabbed the little eunuch, and asked sullenly, "How do you pass on the words?"

Bei Hanyi ran straight into the Wuyang Hall, looked at the dragon bed, and there was a shadow curled up under the layers of gauze, as if sleeping unsteadily, tossing and turning, unable to stop for a moment, muttering something in his mouth, with a faint sob sound of unwillingness .

Bei Hanyi stood in a daze for a while before realizing that Sima Junrong was still alive.

There was a feeling of loss of strength in his body, and the tense heartstrings instantly relaxed. Bei Hanyi thought about it carefully, and he thought through the matter here.He was already worried about Sima Junrong. He used to be together often, and he could see Sima Junrong's physical and mental state. Naturally, he had nothing to worry about. Ever since he began to deliberately avoid Sima Junrong, he had already been in a mess. The position is just to hold up face and refuse to admit it.

When Ruo Qingliu said those words, if he could keep his mind, the lies would be self-defeating, and he was the same. If something happened to Sima Junrong, would Qingliu be as stable as Mount Tai, and it had nothing to do with him?I still blame myself for caring about chaos, which is why Qingliu made a good tease.

It's just that he didn't know that he cared so much about Sima Junrong.Bei Hanyi sat on the ground as if relieved from a heavy burden, he let go of something in his heart, and said to himself calmly: "That's good, I finally understand my feelings for him."

"Hanyi..." Sima Junrong rolled uncomfortably on the dragon bed.

Bei Hanyi got up, approached and brushed aside the gauze mantle, seeing Sima Junrong was very quiet with his back to him, so Bei Hanyi stretched out his hand and poked his shoulder, but Sima Junrong suddenly shook his hand away, mumbled Qingdao: "Don't poke me." Then he muttered aggrievedly: "Han Yi, you have to come back, if you don't come back, what should I do..."

Bei Hanyi couldn't help laughing, and said slowly: "If you don't want to see me, then I'll go." After finishing speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Sima Junrong bounced up from the bed in a jerk, stretched out his arms and hugged Bei Hanyi's waist, his face was flushed red, and his eyes were strangely bright: "It's already here, how can we leave."

The arm around the waist was so hard that it hurt. Bei Hanyi wanted to push Sima Junrong's hand away several times, but he didn't want to squeeze it tighter. Bei Hanyi patted the back of Sima Junrong's hand: "Release, tighten It hurts me."

"No, you will leave if you let go, I will never let go!" Sima Junrong looked in a trance, and said very smoothly: "I have liked you since I was a child, and I will listen to you whatever you say, no matter if you hit me , Scolding me, I will accept it willingly, I am a proud son of heaven, why do I do this? You must know in your heart, I like you, Han Yi, you can’t accept me? Even a little bit? Never mind, I will catch you today I'll stop you, and I won't let you go even if I kill you!"

Sima Junrong seemed to be cruel, and hugged Bei Hanyi onto the bed, and pressed him on top of him. Bei Hanyi pushed Sima Junrong's forehead, gritted his teeth in hatred, "You're still thinking about those nasty things when you're sick!"

"You still don't like me?" Sima Junrong raised his head and stared at Bei Hanyi's eyes seriously and forbearingly, and asked sadly, "You don't like me at all?"

Bei Hanyi was thin-skinned, he hesitated for a long time about the words he liked, but he didn't say it, he just shook his head slightly.

"Han Yi!" Sima Junrong hugged Bei Hanyi, buried his face in Bei Hanyi's neck, and said: "If I can get your response, even if I die now, I will have no regrets."

The breath gushing around his neck made Bei Hanyi's breathing become short, subconsciously he pushed Sima Junrong's head again, and softly coaxed him: "You're hurting me, get up."

"Hanyi..." Sima Junrong raised his head, looking at Bei Hanyi calmly, with solicitation and burning love in his eyes.Bei Hanyi was stunned, a sense of resistance subconsciously rose in his heart, and he thought that since he had already decided to accept Sima Junrong's heart, why would he refuse?Bei Hanyi was still uneasy in his heart, he became ruthless, and went all out. He stretched out his hand to caress Sima Junrong's face, and said softly, "Since you want to, I don't care."

"Hanyi..." Sima Junrong's originally red face was now so red that it was almost bleeding, he lowered his head and kissed Beihanyi's lips, but slowly tore his clothes from Beihanyi's neckline with extremely light force. .

Bei Hanyi stared at the clothes on Sima Junrong's back with his hands. For a moment, he felt a little regretful.

Yang Youfu has been guarding outside the hall since Bei Hanyi entered the gate of Wuyang Hall, but Bei Hanyi didn't come out for a long time, he thought over and over again, reckoning that Bei Hanyi would not be able to leave the gate of Wuyang Hall tonight.Then the palace guards who guarded the gate were dispersed, and they guarded the Wuyang Hall alone.

The sky was wiped with morning light.Yang Youfu yawned and rubbed his eyes, still sleepy, looked at the closed palace door, Yang Youfu's heart skipped a beat, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face.

Yang Youfu raised his hand and put it down hesitantly. Suddenly, he heard a very low voice from inside the hall, the voice was full of panic: "Yang Youfu! Yang Youfu! Come in quickly!"

Yang Youfu didn't have time to hesitate, he pushed the door open and walked in with a look of panic on his face, when he looked up he saw torn pieces of clothes scattered under the bed, Yang Youfu's face turned red and he looked embarrassed.

Sima Junrong sat on the edge of the bed with messy black hair, his lower body was covered by a corner of the brocade quilt, his eyes almost popped out of the frame in a daze, the expression on his face was distorted: "He, why is he on my bed?!"