Monarch and ministers are the same

Sima Junrong turned around and pointed to Bei Hanyi who was curled up and sleeping firmly on the inside of the bed, and looked at Yang Youfu in disbelief: "When did he come?" Han Yi, dreaming that Bei Hanyi admitted that he likes him, at that time it was only a spring/dream of his own, he wanted Bei Hanyi until he almost passed out, he still remembered that Bei Hanyi kept screaming in pain at the end, no wonder he remembered it so clearly, it turned out that Not spring/dream! !

Seeing Sima Junrong's changing expression, Yang Youfu called out nervously, "My lord?"

Sima Junrong grinned, overwhelmed with joy, and leaned over to look at Bei Hanyi carefully, seeing that he was only in a deep sleep, he was slightly relieved.When she turned her head to look at Yang Youfu again, her face was extremely serious: "Yang Youfu, come here!"

It is said that the king's prestige is unpredictable, just now he had a good mood, but his face changed as soon as he changed his face, Yang Youfu felt restless in his heart, he approached and said: "Slave..." Before the word "in" came out of his mouth , got a solid slap on the face.Yang Youfu was shocked, and hurriedly knelt on the ground to plead guilty: "This servant deserves to die, please forgive me, my lord!"

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb the prime minister." Sima Junrong said with a gentle voice, and after speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of clothing from the bedside, got up and put it on, and stepped on Yang Youfu's shoulder, lowering his voice and sneering, "Who made that?" He came? Huh? Yang Youfu, you are so brave! Why did you bring him here?"

Yang Youfu was at a loss for words for a moment, kowtowed and said: "This servant made his own decision, I hope the lord will spare this servant this time." Yang Youfu's heart trembled, the lord obviously liked Bei Hanyi, it was inappropriate for him to bring someone into the palace The Lord's will, why is he so angry?Wasn't it fun before?Even though Yang Youfu had an exquisite heart, he couldn't figure out where the problem was, and was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Sima Junrong didn't intend to embarrass Yang Youfu from the beginning. After the evil fire broke out, he looked amiable again, and said unhurriedly: "Yang Youfu, you say that you are usually very smart, why are you so smart at critical moments? Confused!" Sima Junrong somewhat remembered, he caught wind and cold, became very hot, and vaguely remembered the appearance of a woman, when Sima Junrong touched this, his whole body felt a chill.

Yang Youfu was very confused, he didn't know what he did wrong, which caused Sima Junrong to give him a big shave, and his face was now burning with pain.

"Yang Youfu, did a woman come here yesterday?" Sima Junrong asked uncertainly.

"Yes, my lord, that is Shang Feng who is serving in Wuyang Palace, you treat her..." Yang Youfu kept his voice extremely quiet, lest Sima Junrong lose his temper and kick him again.

"Stop, don't talk about it, I know." Sima Junrong frowned and thought for a while, then enjoined mysteriously: "Let's deal with this matter, don't let Han Yi know." He turned his head and looked at the bed again, his eyes In an instant, she was as gentle as water, and told Yang Youfu, "Go and tell someone to bring some hot water in."

Yang Youfu replied yes, and crawled out from under Sima Junrong's feet, not daring to slack off for a moment, and went to give orders.

Bei Hanyi was sleeping very peacefully. Sima Junrong shook his shoulders and called him softly a few times but he didn't respond at all.

Sima Junrong was a little curious. He didn't know what was going on with Bei Hanyi. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to pick up a corner of the brocade quilt, and slowly lifted the brocade quilt away. He took a deep breath.Bei Hanyi's body was covered with bruises and bruises, which covered his body piece by piece. Just thinking about Bei Hanyi's expression when he woke up, Sima Junrong looked depressed: "He must beat me to death."

There was lingering white air in the bathtub, Yang Youfu lit the aromatherapy, stood aside and waited with bowed head.

Sima Junrong picked up Bei Hanyi, put him into the bathtub, and restlessly supported Bei Hanyi's head by the side.

"Yang Youfu, did you also guard outside the hall yesterday?" Sima Junrong reached out and brushed some water to wet Bei Hanyi's hair.

"Yes." Yang Youfu replied honestly.

"Then you, did you hear Han Yi screaming hard?" Sima Junrong's face became slightly hot, and this question was really a bit serious.

Yang Youfu was even more embarrassed, and said vaguely: "It yelled a lot in the second half of the night."

Sima Junrong held a handful of water in his hand, and when he heard the words, Yang Youfu's face was splashed: "Then why don't you enter the palace to stop me?"

"My lord, if the servants enter the palace to stop you, will you let the servants go?" Yang Youfu wanted to cry but did not dare to wipe the water from his face, kneeling on the ground and sobbing several times.

"That's right, if I know that you have ruined my good deeds, I will definitely beat you to death, and then smash you to ashes." Sima Junrong thought for a while, and did not hide his inner thoughts at all. Yang Youfu was shocked immediately. .

Sima Junrong seemed to think of something again, and cast a slightly annoyed glance at Yang Youfu: "Tomorrow morning, I will be excused. Also, you can go to the imperial doctor to boil a bowl of medicine later."

Yang Youfu was confused: "What medicine?"

"You worthless slave!" Sima Junrong cursed in a low voice, "What kind of medicine are you talking about? Whatever medicine I take when I have a fever, I boil it for the prime minister!"

Yang Youfu realized later that Sima Junrong attached great importance to Bei Hanyi, so he would not let Bei Hanyi suffer the slightest grievance. It's not that he didn't want Bei Hanyi to come to Wuyang Palace, but he was very sick at the time, and he was afraid that he would infect Bei Hanyi. That's why I lost my temper.

After thinking this through, Yang Youfu couldn't laugh or cry, this master's mind is so delicate, it's really admirable.

Just as Yang Youfu opened the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked up to Sima Junrong, and said solemnly: "My lord, someone from King Jing's mansion yesterday reported that King Jing had received twenty sticks that day, and that night Then he vomited several mouthfuls of blood, probably hurt his lungs."

Sima Junrong sneered and said: "Twenty spine sticks can't stand it, waste!" Then he calmed down and ordered: "Forget it, I don't bother to talk to him, pick up some supplements, and send someone to King Jing's mansion to show my condolences. "

Yang Youfu agreed and withdrew from Wuyang Hall.

Sima Junrong was full of joy, as if seeing Bei Hanyi for the first time, he looked at Bei Hanyi carefully, and stretched out his hand to trace his eyebrows. With a touch of alienation.

Even though Bei Hanyi was indifferent and noble, in Sima Junrong's eyes, he was still a rare, gentle and peerless beauty.

The whole body is wrapped in warmth, but the body is so heavy that it seems to be squeezed by a boulder, every part of it is painful, the eyelids seem to have dropped a thousand catties, and I try to open them, but I can't see a trace of light. The sound of broken water.

Bei Hanyi frowned and let out a short sigh.

Sima Junrong was startled, and shook Bei Hanyi's shoulder with his hand: "Hanyi, wake up."