Monarch and ministers are the same

Bei Hanyi mumbled in a daze, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were dazed, he moved a little, his whole body hurt, he reacted in a daze for a while, and found himself sitting naked in the bathtub, beside the bucket Standing a satyr/wolf.

His eyes gradually cleared up, and what happened last night came back one by one. Bei Hanyi's face blushed as if rouge had been smeared on his face, and he immediately became angry when he thought of Sima Junrong's violent methods.

Sima Junrong stood on the side obediently, taking Bei Hanyi's expression into his eyes, looking like a little daughter-in-law who is willing to be beaten and scolded: "Hanyi, don't annoy me, you can beat or scold me as you please..."

"Why did I hit you?" Bei Hanyi's voice was so hoarse that even he himself was surprised. Thinking back to last night, Sima Junrong let him go when he was screaming at the end, and Bei Hanyi suddenly became angry, but only cursed One sentence: "You bastard/stick!"

Putting his hands on the rim of the barrel beside Bei Hanyi's ears, Sima Junrong leaned over and whispered to Bei Hanyi's ear, "Hanyi, are you willing to accept me?"

Bei Hanyi stared at the swaying ripples in the bucket without saying a word, and said for a while, "You carry me out, I feel the water is getting cold."

Sima Junrong carried Beihanyi out of the tub as he said, and wrapped the towel around Beihanyi's body. The water seeped through the towel, and Sima Junrong felt a dampness through the cloth.

He carried Bei Hanyi to the bed, pulled the brocade quilt over it, took out a wide towel, and took another handkerchief, and supported Bei Hanyi halfway against his arms, Sima Junrong began to considerately wipe the water droplets on his hair .

Bei Hanyi seemed to enjoy it very much. With his eyes closed, Sima Junrong tossed and tossed him. The water on his skin dissipated quickly, making him feel a little cool. Sima Junrong stretched out his hand to hold Bei Hanyi's hand and rubbed it in his palm for a while before letting go.

"A gentleman has nine thoughts: Seeing is wise, listening is smart, seeing is gentle, looking respectful, speaking loyal, doing things respectfully, doubting and asking, angry thinking is difficult, and seeing righteousness." Bei Hanyi read slowly, and suddenly He sighed, but he didn't know why he was speechless.

Although Sima Junrong felt inexplicable in his heart, he was not in a hurry. He quietly wiped the water from his hair and hugged him in his arms. Nothing can be done, on the contrary, you are the only one who is full of heart."

Bei Hanyi is like this, he obviously likes it, but he won't respond positively, and his words of love are twisted and twisted, and they are also extremely euphemistic.

But Sima Junrong could hear it clearly, his arms tightened suddenly, he choked up, his forehead pressed against Bei Hanyi's forehead, and rubbed gently: "This is the most beautiful sentence in this world I've heard." Sima Jun Rong had mixed feelings, and for a moment, he couldn't help crying.

The heartache all the time, the dejection of being rejected by Beihanyi, the unrequited love for several years, the love that has been worrying about Beihanyi day and night, finally paid off today.

Sima Junrong hugged Bei Hanyi and cried like a child, sobbing and calling Bei Hanyi's name all the time.

The eaves bells outside the window swayed into the hall, finely broken, beautiful.

Sima Junrong lay on the bed with his arms around Bei Hanyi, and he was so tired that he refused to let go, and kept stroking Bei Hanyi's waist with one hand, rubbing it gently.

Bei Hanyi closed his eyes, casually chatting with Sima Junrong: "Fenglan Kingdom wants to send someone, but who will it be?"

Sima Junrong let out a nonchalant sigh: "It's almost Li Yichi, the princes of Fenglan Kingdom are all crippled and stupid, and Li Yichi is the only one left. If you don't send him, who will you send?" Come?"

Bei Hanyi was thoughtful, and smiled disapprovingly: "Not necessarily, in case you are afraid that you will detain Li Yichi, this Li Yichi is what we wanted in the first place."

Sima Junrong opened his eyes, thought for a while, and pondered: "Whether it's Li Yichi or not, one Li Duyao here is enough. By the way, Han Yi, I haven't asked you why you came to the palace. Didn't you say that if you kill him, you won't come back?" At the end of the sentence, there was an unconscious complaint.

"Qingliu said that you fell into the river and were seriously ill..." Bei Hanyi casually dealt with it, feeling a slight grip on his waist, Sima Junrong gritted his teeth and wanted to get up: "I'll reward him with twenty Spinal stick."

"Backache..." Bei Hanyi uttered the words lightly, and closed his eyes again.

Sima Junrong let out an annoyed "Oh", calmed down and continued rubbing his waist.

Holding the person he misses day and night in his arms, Sima Junrong was momentarily lightened by the joy of his dreams coming true, and suspected that all of this was an illusion. Not as comfortable and relaxed as today, Sima Junrong couldn't help but sigh: "I really want to hug each other like this for the rest of my life and never separate."

"I don't want people to call me a monster that will bring disaster to the country and the people." Bei Hanyi poked Sima Junrong's chest with his elbow, and murmured, "I'm a little hungry."

Sima Junrong then passed on Yang Youfu's meals to the palace, a few light dishes, and a bowl of hot porridge with longan and ginger juice.

It's no wonder that Bei Hanyi was hungry, the two of them were entwined/lying together chatting, they were already close to a corner before they knew it, and they didn't eat anything for breakfast, it was Sima Junrong's negligence.

When Yang Youfu entered the hall, he was more respectful than usual, his head was lowered, and if he lowered it a little bit, his head would be knocked on the ground.Sima Junrong didn't like his frightened look, and said angrily, "Yang Youfu, are you afraid of me, or the prime minister? Do you think that I don't like you, or is the prime minister dirty your eyes?"

Unexpectedly, unexpected misfortunes will come, and even being too respectful will attract complaints.Yang Youfu knelt down on his knees in agony, prostrated himself on the ground and pleaded guilty: "Your servant dare not."

"Hmph! You dare not! Raise your head!" Sima Junrong shouted.

Yang Youfu knew very well that Sima Junrong's temperament was fickle. One moment it was calm and rainy, and if he didn't keep it all right, he would kill your nine clans the next moment.He raised his head tremblingly, but he didn't know what Sima Junrong's intention was.

"Yang Youfu, remember, the two masters of Wuyang Palace..." But after another pause, he wrapped his arms around Bei Hanyi who was dozing off, and asked hesitantly: "Hanyi, do you prefer to live in Wuyang Palace or Yong'an Palace? , shall we move back to Yong'an Palace?"

Bei Hanyi remained silent, and Sima Junrong stretched out his hand to shake him. Bei Hanyi was annoyed by his shaking, and said impatiently, "Trouble!"

Sima Junrong immediately said to Yang Youfu: "From now on, the two masters of Wuyang Palace, the prime minister is the big one, and I am the young one. Tell the people below to be more careful and serve me carefully, otherwise you will feel better."

It turned out that Yang Youfu was announcing his right to possess Bei Hanyi, and Yang Youfu almost collapsed, slandering repeatedly: My lord, people are already in your arms, so what are you worried about?Yang Youfu wanted to cry but said without tears: "Yes, my lord, this servant has recorded it."