Monarch and ministers are the same

Bei Hanyi wandered the street sullenly, thinking about Qingliu, he was very worried.

Qingliu's real name is Beiwenze. His mother, Bei Lingjiao, is Bei Hanyi's aunt and Bei Zhenghan's only biological sister. His father, Bei Aotian, is a branch of the Bei family. He is a merchant, but due to poor business management , his family was in decline, and he was killed by bandits on the way to seek refuge in Beizhenghan, leaving only Beiwen to survive.At that time, Bei Hanyi was still Sima Junrong's attendant and did not live in the prime minister's mansion, so Bei Wenze was always in charge of the mansion.

Bei Zhenghan intends to accept him as his adopted son, and his status is the second son of the Beifu. However, Beiwen has his own ideas, and he will serve Beihanyi as a servant no matter what.Bei Zhenghan couldn't resist, so he granted his request and sent him to Bei Hanyi's side.

But in the final analysis, Beiwen is still the second son of Beifu.

However, the second son of the Beifu had a calm temperament since he was a child. Bei Hanyi once guessed that he was stimulated when his parents were killed by bandits, so he was calm and somewhat gloomy.But it took a long time to find out that Bei Wen was like this in his bones. Bei Hanyi always felt that his parents were killed back then, and he probably didn't change much on his face.

Extremely calm, almost heartless.

Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

"Ouch." Wei Nuo Nuo De yelled softly.Bei Hanyi was so frightened that he took a step back, his mind wandered too far, and he accidentally knocked the child running over to the ground.

"It's not hurt, is it?" Bei Hanyi stretched out his hand to support the child, and looked him up and down. The child looked about six or seven years old, and his eyes were as bright as pearls on his extremely thin face. The crack reached the corner of the mouth, looking at the scar, it seemed that someone had intentionally scratched it with a sharp object.A dusty short jacket had four or five holes scattered here and there, and his hands were stained with mud, and his original skin color could no longer be seen.

A poor little beggar.

The child looked at Bei Hanyi pitifully, apparently in pain, but bit his lip, didn't say a word about the pain, shook his head, looked at Bei Hanyi timidly, suddenly pushed his hand away, and grabbed his waist Purse, went straight to the alley on one side.

Bei Hanyi straightened up and looked at the direction the child left, and said with a smile, "Not only is he a little beggar, but he's also a little thief with dirty hands and feet."

Anyway, he had nothing to do, and Qing was staying in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so he didn't bother to go back and look at Qingliu's thousand-year-old face with no major ups and downs, so he simply played with the little thief.

Bei Hanyi was so playful, he flicked the hem of his robe, and chased after the child.

After turning over two alleys, I found the little beggar.When he was found, he was curled up in the corner of a dead alley looking through his purse, probably because there was no way ahead and he was tired from running, so he simply sat down.

Bei Hanyi stood a foot away from the little beggar, watching him silently, and was about to speak, but heard the little beggar say very calmly: "Stand there and don't move." Bei Hanyi waited for a while, but he was gone Next, still bowed his head and carefully counted the taels of silver in his purse.

The little beggar's voice was low and hoarse, and it sounded like two pieces of rusty grinding iron rubbing against each other.Although this child is young, he is very steady in doing things, not in a hurry or impatient, the expression on his face has not changed at all, even in those pearl-like eyes, it is as still as water, without any waves.

This kid is interesting.

"You haven't finished counting yet?" Bei Hanyi asked.

"Stand there and don't move." The little beggar stopped moving, warned him in a deep voice, and then said in a slow tone: "Stand there and don't move, someone wants to see you."

"Someone wants to see me?" Bei Hanyi was confused: "Who wants to see me?"

"Here we come." The little beggar suddenly smiled, seeing that Bei Hanyi was a little dazed, he smiled and pouted behind him.

Bei Hanyi suddenly turned around, his head was caught in a bag, and he only had time to call out: "Let me go!" He felt a pain in his neck and passed out immediately.

"Our deal is completed. From now on, you go your way, and I'll cross my bridge." The little beggar raised his chin towards Bei Hanyi, his eyes were clearly cold.

"Naturally." The man was dressed in heavy black clothes, and the face scarf he was wearing covered half of his face, only two dark and cruel eyes were exposed. He casually tucked the Beihan clothes covered in cloth bags under his tuck, and said sinisterly: "It would be great if you could deliver another letter for me."

The little beggar said: "Anyone who is greedy will not end well. I have this purse of money, so there is no need to take any more risks."

The man in black admired the little beggar's actions very much, nodded approvingly and said: "It stands to reason that cutting the weeds has to get rid of the roots..." He saw that the little beggar was unwavering, and his heart was a little more appreciative, slowly Continued: "But you child, I like it very much, so I spare your life, you go quickly."

When the little beggar got up from the ground, he looked indifferent. He patted the dirt on his hands and walked out of the alley. When he passed by the man in black, he stopped his steps, turned his head slightly and said coldly : "What are you going to do with him?"

The man in black put his hands on Bei Hanyi's back as if he was stroking his beloved plaything: "You care about his fate? If you plan to give me your life, I will tell you."

The little beggar was clever, and immediately sneered, "Who cares if he lives or dies!" and left without looking back.

The man in black gave a satisfied smile, lowered his head and stared at Bei Hanyi, his eyes were immediately covered with resentment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Bei Hanyi, I want you to pay for the lives of the 150 and six souls of my Xu family! I want you to live a worse life." Die! Make Sima Junrong's life worse than death!!"

The man in black raised his head and laughed wildly, the blood in his eyes almost covered his entire eyeballs.

At the beginning of Haishi, it was already dark.The two family members who were thrown into the pigsty rolled into the Prime Minister's Mansion crying all the way.However, at this hour, Bei Hanyi did not come back, and Qingliu sat in the hall as if nothing had happened, sipping tea carefully.

Bei Hanyi's temperament is getting stronger now, isn't he just ignoring him?What's the big deal, just ignore it and come back.I also blame Sima Junrong for pampering him so lawlessly.Qingliu smiled, reached out to recruit a family member, and said with a smile: "Go to the palace and ask Eunuch Yang, the prime minister will come back..."

Before Qingliu could finish his sentence, a family member rushed in hurriedly: "Young Master Qingliu, Eunuch Yang is here."

Yang Youfu often went in and out of the prime minister's mansion under Sima Junrong's orders, he was a frequent visitor to the mansion, everyone in the mansion, old and young, knew Yang Youfu, and their words were very familiar.

As soon as the family finished speaking, a burst of footsteps came from far and near, accompanied by Yang Youfu's sharp and polite smile: "Young Master Qingliu, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Qingliu said: "If father-in-law can persuade the lord to tie up my young master so that he doesn't let him always go back to the house to disturb my Yaxing, then this day will naturally be better than that of a god."

Yang Youfu laughed and said: "Mr. Qingliu has a sharp mouth, but he still doesn't show any affection." When he said that, he had already entered the hall, and then asked with a smile, "Where is the Prime Minister? Why didn't you see the Prime Minister?"

"..." Qingliu's heart skipped a beat, she blinked and said, "Did you return to the palace?"

"..." Yang Youfu turned pale, and it took him a long time to hear his pale reply: "...No. The lord ordered me to bring the prime minister back to the palace."

Qingliu and Yang Youfu looked at each other, after a while, Qingliu said: "It's broken."