Monarch and ministers are the same

"Qingliu! Get out and meet me!" Bei Hanyi raised his voice and called out.

The closed Zhumen opened in response, and Qingliu leaned lazily on the door, looking surprised: "Master, why are you back?" Seeing him wrapped in a fishing net, Qingliu pointed at the two family members behind Bei Hanyi with a pale finger, hating him. The iron is not the steel: "You two need to be beaten, you don't even recognize your own prime minister? Hurry up and let go!"

Qingliu ordered, but he leaned against the door without moving, not intending to reach out to help, and asked the two family members lazily: "Why did you tie up the prime minister?"

The tall man was about to cry: "The prime minister came in over the wall, we thought it was a thief..."

"He came in over the wall?" Qingliu became interested, opened his squinted eyes, and asked curiously: "Young master, don't go through the main entrance, over the wall?"

Bei Hanyi flicked his sleeves: "You still dare to ask? I yelled at the front door for a long time, but no one answered. How on earth do you manage the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

"Oh? It shouldn't be, come here, go to the gate to see if the family guarding the gate is there." Qingliu pointed to the tall man and ordered, and the tall man rushed out like a rabbit as if he had received a pardon.Pointing to the thin man again, he ordered: "Go down, there is nothing wrong with you."

"My lord, shall we have a cup of tea in the study?" Qingliu asked.

Bei Hanyi shook his head and said helplessly: "I won't come back for a few days, I have become a guest of the prime minister's mansion, and you are becoming more and more like a master."

Qingliu followed Bei Hanyi into Wuyunxuan, and said with a subtle smile, "Master, you really know how to tell jokes. No matter how much a slave looks like a master, it's just a resemblance. In his heart, he is still a slave."

"It's just you, return the life of a servant, you can't find such a noble servant in the world." Bei Hanyi entered the left warm room, sat down on the chair behind the desk, was so exhausted that he relaxed, and turned to Qingqing again. Beckoning: "Come here, do me a favor." He took out a piece of paper from his cuff, unfolded it and handed it to Qingliu: "You find someone to learn how to draw this symbol, and the more people go out to draw in the streets and alleys tomorrow, the more The better."

Qingliu took a look at the paper, frowned and said, "Who gave this symbol to you?"

"What? Is there a problem?" Bei Hanyi got up, and said with interest: "This is what the king asked me to do."

"The real king? That scumbag who is said to be the cheapest man in the world? The shameless faceless man who sells his body in Cuixian building?" Qingliu asked three times in a row, which made Beihanyi stunned.

"He actually spoiled himself so badly!" Bei Hanyi didn't know whether to be angry or angry for a while, and said angrily, "It's him!"

"Yo, this is interesting." Qingliu murmured to himself, thought for a moment and asked, "Have you heard of Xiaoyaomen, my lord?"

Bei Hanyi said, "Xiaoyaomen? It's the first time I've heard of it."

"This pattern is the symbol used by Xiaoyaomen to convey information." Qingliu raised his eyes and looked at Bei Hanyi solemnly: "The king is from Xiaoyaomen. In fact, Xiaoyaomen is just a little-known sect in Fenglan Kingdom. However, the head of the Xiaoyaomen is very interesting, and he only does some ridiculous things that make people puzzled. Recently, there have been no rumors about him in the world, so he is trapped in King Jing's Mansion."

Qingliu said eloquently: "However, the owner of Xiaoyaomen is by no means a kind person. He is a erudite and talented man who knows the past and present. Arrogant and arrogant, the people of the rivers and lakes send blind foxes."

"Blind fox?" Bei Hanyi was shocked: "Why does this name sound so weird?"

"He really is Muliufu." Qingliu nodded suddenly, seeing Bei Hanyi looked at him suspiciously, and explained: "His royal surname is Li, and his first name is Duyao, but in the Jianghu, he should be his mother's." The surname is Mu, and the first name is Liufu. Muliufu."

"It doesn't mean that this Mu Liuxun is the rightful king?" Bei Hanyi said nervously, "If he is really a powerful person who hides his secrets, why is he willing to commit himself to respect the palace now? Could there be something else hidden in it?"

"It's not too late to ask when the young master meets the king." Qingliu shook the white paper in his hand: "I'll find someone to learn how to draw, and let's spread the news first."

Just as Qingliu turned around, the tall man who had gone before came back timidly, and as soon as he entered the door, he plopped at Qingliu's feet.

Qingliu looked at him coldly: "Have you found someone?"

The tall man glanced at Bei Hanyi with evasive eyes, and said fearfully: "I found it, there are indeed guards by the door..." He hesitated and continued: "The two guards are drunk." At the end of the sentence , as thin as a mosquito.

"Drunk?" Bei Hanyi jumped up.

"Are you really drunk?" Qingliu asked, with joy in his words, and asked carefully: "Which of the two is the most drunk?"

The tall man said: "They are all as drunk as dead people."

Qingliu was very curious: "If that's the case, throwing the two of them into the pigsty will not know anything about it?"

Bei Hanyi said: "Is this how you manage the Prime Minister's Mansion? I handed over this huge Prime Minister's Mansion to you. Let's see how you manage it. A slave does not look like a slave. I don't even know what you have done?"

His sapphire and white face was gentle and harmonious, and he was standing on the sidelines listening to the training. He casually wrapped a strand of hair around his finger, and lowered his eyes slightly, seeing that the white satin boots were stained at some point. A stain, couldn't help but frowned.

"Did you hear what I said?" Seeing that he was so uneducated, Bei Hanyi became furious.But Qingliu's temperament is very calm, not to mention a few reprimands, even if he scolded his ancestors for eight generations, he probably could set up the incense table calmly and respectfully offer incense sticks to his ancestors.

"Your servant will always remember your teachings." Qingliu lowered her head humbly, still staring intently at the stains on the boots.

Bei Hanyi's anger seemed to have penetrated into the cotton ball, without even a single spark coming out, and he died dumb inside.

He was too lazy to argue with Qingliu, anyway, this Qingliu was also his cousin, who grew up together, it hurt his feelings too much, but he didn't care about it and felt uncomfortable, so he raised his head and stared at Qingliu fiercely, Bei Hanyi immediately flicked his sleeves Out of Wuyunxuan: "The more you control, the more lawless and daring you are! I'm too lazy to control! I won't care anymore!"

Beihanyi's anger was on the rise again, Qingliu just didn't know it.

"My lord, where are you going?" Qingliu looked at Bei Hanyi's back, kicked the tall man who was still kneeling on the ground with a dead face, and said in a low voice, "Go, find those two people Throw it in the pigsty."

"There is no pigsty in our house." The tall man's brain just didn't work out.

Qingliu said: "You are stupid, a hundred people can be thrown into the pigsty of the slaughterhouse in the west of the city, go quickly, just throw him two."

The tall man responded blankly, got up and ran outside.