Monarch and ministers are the same

He has endured for so many years, and finally endured until Bei Hanyi saw his heart clearly and was willing to join hands with him. However, he was ruined by Xu Wensu, who was supposed to be ashes.Sima Junrong was still quiet, although his whole heart was quite disturbed, but he couldn't show the slightest expression on his face no matter what, he didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face this matter.

Yang Youfu watched anxiously, seeing that Bei Hanyi's injury was actually not serious, although it was stabbed in the chest, but judging by the expressions of those imperial doctors, he was [-]% sure that Bei Hanyi could be rescued.Sima Junrong is concerned about chaos.Although Yang Youfu wanted to comfort him, but seeing his decadent demeanor, he probably wouldn't listen.

Two hours, like two reincarnations.Sima Junrong sat motionless for two full hours, during which time he didn't even move his eyes.

"Your Majesty." Imperial Physician Yu reported respectfully, "Prime Minister is fine, and he will wake up around midnight tomorrow. If you can rest up for a few days, don't get angry and drag the wound, it will be cured within a month."

"That's good, that's good." Sima Junrong said again and again: "It's fine. As long as he can wake up, he can do whatever he wants, and I will treat him well, definitely." The brows brightened With a smile, the uneasy heart calmed down.

Taking advantage of Sima Junrong's good mood, Yang Youfu said, as if unintentionally: "Master Qingliu is still kneeling outside the hall, my lord, look..."

Sima Junrong suddenly realized "Oh", and snorted dismissively: "If it weren't for Gu Nian, he is Hanyi's cousin, I would have chopped off his head!" After thinking for a while, he sighed: "Forget it, Yang Blessed, you go and take him down, let the imperial doctor show him, if he dies because of this, Han Yi will never let me go when he wakes up."

Yang Youfu hurriedly answered "Yes", retreated, and walked quickly to the outside of the hall.

Sima Junrong waved away the crowd, and stayed alone in Wuyang Hall to accompany Bei Hanyi. The room smelled faintly of blood. Lying on the side of the bed, looking at Bei Hanyi's eyebrows and eyes tenderly and distressed.

Listening to his weak but gentle breathing, Sima Junrong felt very at ease.After the silence, everything came to mind, Xu Minsu who was supposed to die, Li Duyao who was dying, and the people who were sent to assassinate the Xu family, had to be dealt with one by one.Sima Junrong raised the corners of his lips coldly, and a look of ruthlessness gradually came into his eyes: "Well, you are so good!"

The night wind blows the eaves, and the ringing of bells is crisp. In the quiet and empty night, it is remote and empty. When you calm down, you can hear the night insects singing and the evening wind blowing.Sima Junrong put down the gauze to cover the sleeping Bei Hanyi, and lit a few spoonfuls of tranquilizing incense with an incense spoon. Suddenly, there was a clang of the window frame, and a figure rushed in.

Sima Junrong looked sideways slightly, and said with displeasure: "You are disturbing Hanyi." There was a bit of forbearance in his words, and he was extremely polite to the visitor.

"What are you afraid of? Even if I fix him a few more times, he may not feel the pain." Dressed in jet black, with his hair roughly tied up with a white gauze scarf, the man walked slowly to the bedside, He stretched out his hand and lifted the gauze to take a look.

Sima Junrong glanced at him: "No matter how you say it, you are here to see me, why are you so casual, disregarding the dignity of the king, I will not punish you too much for the death penalty!"

"I was sent into the palace in the middle of the night, and there was not even a ghost on the road. Even if I was disheveled, no one would see me. After you finish asking about the crime, you don't know when you will go back. You will have to undress and undress again. It is a waste of time." He still looked like he was strolling in the courtyard, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Wang, what do you want to ask, I will go back as soon as possible after I finish asking, I'm just wasting my time here."

"It seems that you know why I announced you!" Sima Junrong sat at the sandalwood table, bent his index finger and knocked on the table, pondering: "Although you are clearly the King Su of the Xizhao Kingdom, , but your real identity is the darkest song in the Xizhao Kingdom. Over the years, you have done things very well, and I am very relieved, but you..."

"But when I wiped out Xu's family, I released a fish that slipped through the net. Do you think I did it on purpose?" Sima Fuzhuo interrupted him coolly: "It's just because Xu Wensu took a share." If you slander Bei Hanyi's Zhezi, you don't think that the Xu family has worked so hard for many years, and destroyed the entire Xu family, doing things so biased, which will ruin your life."

"Your hands are no less stained with blood than mine." Sima Junrong said, "If you could really lose your life, you would have lost even a little bit of it."

Sima Fuzhuo smiled lightly, did not answer, and said after a long while: "I didn't intend to come tonight, but there is something that I think I should tell you." He looked at Sima Junrong with a slight smile Meaning: "The dark existence of Xizhao Kingdom is shadow killing, I plan to disband, I don't want to kill innocent people for your personal grievances anymore."

"What did you say?" Sima Junrong jumped up in shock.

"I am the leader of Shadow Killer, Ji Ge, and I have this right. Besides, my father said that if one day I get tired of my identity as Ji Ge, I can disband Shadow Killer." Sima Fuzhuo leisurely paced around the room. , with a slight laziness like talking about family affairs: "Although I don't believe that there are gods and demons in the world, I believe that good and bad depend on each other, and I always have to accumulate some evil virtues for peace of mind."

"For peace of mind? You like that little thief so much? For his sake, for peace of mind?" Sima Junrong felt inconceivable that Sima Fuzhuo, who had always been kind-hearted and ruthless in killing people, cared about blessings.

Sima Fuzhuo smiled and said nothing, the eyes that were usually deserted were filled with a hint of happiness that made people envious and hated, which was very eye-catching.Sima Junrong was taken aback for a moment, and asked slowly: "What if I disagree?"

"If Brother Wang disagrees, it's easy to deal with. In the worst case, I'll kill Bei Hanyi, then Xiao Ruo, and then commit suicide. Anyway, dying is better than being wronged and living under the control of others for the rest of my life." Sima Fuzhuo The words were full of threats, and they were spoken with confidence, and he didn't even think that his words were disobedient.

"Okay, you can go, but you can't disband Shadow Killer, and you are still the leader of Shadow Killer." Sima Junrong is too aware of Sima Fuzhuo's nature, if he is really driven to a hurry, he will not be there to wash Fuluo City In other words, let alone killing a little Bei Hanyi.

In the eyes of outsiders, everyone thinks that Sima Fuzhuo is an idle dandy, and only Sima Junrong has deeply experienced Sima Fuzhuo's cold-blooded ruthlessness. Need to be afraid of him.

"Alright, it's just a false name anyway, but from now on, I won't kill people casually for you. Over the years, enough ghosts have died at my hands." Sima Fuzhuo opened his palms and raised his hands in Looking carefully in front of my eyes, I can see that the slender and clean fingers are so tender and white, they should be hands that are eloquent, but they are actually a pair of life-threatening sharp knives.Sima Fuzhuo smiled, and muttered to himself: "I won't kill people in the future, I won't kill anyone again."