Monarch and ministers are the same

"A little bit." Sima Junrong said angrily, "You had a great time talking with that cripple today, smiling like a flower, but now you're thinking about that shameless Li Duyao, why don't you Are you so bothered?"

"I'm just so fickle." Bei Hanyi smiled and pushed Sima Junrong away, and said seriously: "King Hui came from a long way, and as a prime minister, I should treat each other well..." Sima Junrong interrupted: "Then you can't either. Smile so kindly to him, you have never been so kind to me." Sima Junrong lowered his head, feeling more and more sad.

Bei Hanyi stared straight at him, his voice was cold without a trace of warmth: "Oh, you don't let me laugh, do you want me to cry?"

"I didn't mean that." Sima Junrong retorted.

"Then what do you mean?" Bei Hanyi didn't give in at all.

Sima Junrong thought for a while and said: "What I mean is, don't smile so kindly at others, you are already a magnificent beauty, and you are usually favored by people with your cool and cold appearance. If you are fascinated, if you get entangled, it will damage your reputation."

"It sounds like you're thinking of me. You're just worried that I, Hong Xing, will cheat?" Bei Hanyi sneered and said, "If you think I'm the kind of person who faces Qin Muchu, why bother to provoke me!" Bei Hanyi got up and asked He took off his sleeves and walked away.

Sima Junrong, who ever cared about his face in front of Bei Hanyi? In a flash of thought, he rushed towards Bei Hanyi, hugged Bei Hanyi's waist, and refused to let go.

Bei Hanyi stepped out of the palace gate with one kick. He couldn't imagine a rascal like Sima Junrong, and scolded: "Relax, I want to go back to the prime minister's residence."

"Go back to the prime minister's mansion, you forgot, you are also the master of Wuyang Palace, this is your home, why go back to the prime minister's mansion." Sima Junrong thought for a while and gave in: "Forget me to be suspicious, don't be angry .”

The emperor of a country, speaking to this point, is already very tolerant, and Bei Hanyi is not the one who has no eyesight, so he accepts it when he sees it, and softens his tone: "Since I have decided to be with you, I will give my whole heart to you." Entrusting it to you, if you don't believe me and doubt me, you are ruining my sincerity, if that's the case, I might as well take out my heart and feed it to the dog, so that I can still hear the dog bark twice."

Sima Junrong wrapped his arms around Huanbei Hanyi's waist, and said in a muffled voice: "I see you are kind to others, so I can't stand it. I'm just jealous, you are so good, what should I do if one day you don't want me."

"Anyway, you are also the lord of a country. Why are you so useless? If I run away, you can just catch me back and lock me up in your Wuyang Palace. The euphemistic name is: Jinwu Zangjiao." Bei Hanyi patted me. The back of Sima Junrong's hand made him loosen: "Let go, your waist will be strangled by you."

Candlesticks were placed in the hall, and the candle flames exploded and crackled.

Sima Junrong took Bei Hanyi's hand and sat at the red sandalwood table. He sighed and said, "Hanyi, you know that I love you, so why would you hurt you? Even if there is such a day, I will never do that."

"You're infatuated." Bei Hanyi smiled and said, "Remind me before you get jealous in the future, so that I can prepare myself mentally, so that I won't let others see the joke like today." What's the attitude of Feng Lan Country?"

Bei Hanyi changed the subject, and Sima Junrong said casually: "It still depends on the attitude of the Zhengwang. It seems that Fenglan Kingdom can't control the Zhengwang. Their mission to Xizhao is probably just a formality."

"I didn't expect this king to have this ability, which is enough to impress people." Bei Hanyi couldn't help but suddenly remembered something, and said seriously: "Between King Jing and King King, don't fool me, King Jing still beats him from time to time. ? Zhengwang seems to be ruthless to him, you, brother Wang, should persuade King Jing well, don't let Zhengwang down."

"I've warned him many times, but he didn't listen. You know Jinghua's temper. Unless he understands it himself, he will never repent even if he is wrong." Sima Junrong sighed repeatedly when talking about this younger brother, holding his hand. Bei Hanyi played with the handle for a while and said, "You actually worry more than me."

"I really don't care about the matter between them. It's a pity that this king is paired with a respectful king. It's getting late. Let's rest. You have to go to court early tomorrow." Bei Hanyi patted him With the back of his hand, he said again: "I will go back to the mansion tomorrow to have a look. I will stay in the mansion for a few days before I come back. You will wait for me in the palace."

"I know Jinghua can't get into your eyes, forget it, let them do it." Sima Junrong was too lazy to take care of Sima Jinghua's affairs, paused, and said angrily: "There are Qingliu in the mansion, why don't you worry about it? "

"It's just that I don't worry about him." Bei Hanyi thoughtfully undressed Sima Junrong, and said calmly, "It's still a home after all, I should go back and see it from time to time."

Sima Junrong wrapped Bei Hanyi in his arms, and by the light of the candle, he lowered his head and kissed his lips, and said in a low voice, "I will ask Yang Youfu to take you back tomorrow."

Bei Hanyi let out a "hmm" and smiled.

Thinking about the old and young in the house, thinking about how long he has not come back, he does not know how the house is doing, even though Qing is staying, it is better to see the peace of mind.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and a few gusts of wind blew away with warmth. Under the sunlight, the gold-painted "Beifu" on the mansion was particularly dazzling.

Standing in front of the sparsely populated mansion, Bei Hanyi was muttering in his heart, stepped forward and knocked on the closed Zhumen door, but no one responded, Bei Hanyi slapped it hard a few times, and shouted in a raised voice: "Come on, quickly open the door, I'm back." After knocking on the door for a long time, but still no one responded, Bei Hanyi cursed in a low voice, "Qingliu, what the hell are you doing!"

Wiping the sweat off his brow with his hand, Bei Hanyi decided to climb over the wall and enter. Fortunately, he had practiced martial arts with Sima Junrong since he was a child.

Jumping and jumping, he climbed over the top of the wall. Just as his feet touched the ground, a fishing net came down from his pocket and tied it around him three times. The two family members, one tall and one thin, looked at Beihanyi triumphantly, laughing Said: "You thief, you are so courageous, you dare to climb over the wall of the prime minister's mansion in broad daylight, are you tired of working?"

Bei Hanyi said: "I am Prime Minister Bei Hanyi, you dare to catch me with fishing nets, tell Qingliu to come see me quickly!"

The tall man stared straight at him, straightened his neck, and said, "Master Qingliu is also someone you, a thief, can see? If you are the prime minister, why don't you go through the gate and go over the wall? You are obviously a thief!"

Bei Hanyi said: "No one answered the gate."

"Nonsense! The gate has been guarded all the time, why no one answered? You are a thief, you can make up lies with your mouth, I want to take you to see Young Master Qingliu!" The thin man yelled loudly.

Bei Hanyi thought to himself: These two family members have very different faces, obviously they don't recognize me, it doesn't matter if they meet Qingliu, if they see him, they must first skin him!Bei Hanyi was so angry that his teeth itched, he was pushed and pushed all the way to Wuyunxuan by the two families.