Monarch and ministers are the same

Sima Junrong became silent, looking at Sima Fuzhuo's gentle face, he was in a daze, a word of love was so deeply embedded in his bones that he couldn't pick it out, so he was trapped by love.He thought about it carefully: "Since you have decided, then so be it. However, you still need to explain to me clearly about Xu Wensu, otherwise, I will take the skin of the little thief Murong!" Majesty, there is a meaning of not giving up.

Sima Fuzhuo let out a suspicious "Oh", looking at Bei Hanyi intentionally or unintentionally, and felt uncomfortable looking at the phantom under the bright yellow veil, but his face did not show at all, and there was a hint of something in his eyes. Ruowu smiled softly and said: "This Xu Wensu, I didn't let him go on purpose. At that time, the night was dark and the wind was high. After I took people to kill the Xu family, I counted the number of people specially, and then I knew how many people there are. One person, I guess it was at that juncture, he went to the toilet, so he escaped the disaster, I thought it would be troublesome to find, so I didn't pursue and kill him."

"Neglect of duty is a death sentence!" Sima Junrong scolded: "As the leader of shadow killers, you dare to disdain the emperor's orders like this, how brave you are!"

"The general's orders abroad are not acceptable." Sima Fuzhuo lifted the hem of his robe, knelt on the ground slowly, and said neither sad nor happy: "Brother Wang, I was originally a child of the Jianghu, and I am not used to the life of the prince, and I am even more affected by it." I'm not used to restraint, you know my nature, why should you make it difficult for me."

"Alas. I don't know how to keep you just because I know what kind of person you are." Sima Junrong sighed sadly, and helplessly stretched out his hand to help Sima Fuzhuo: "Get up, since Xu Wensu is dead That's it, that's it for now."

"Then I'll go back." Sima Fuzhuo withdrew, walked to the window, pushed open the window and rushed out, the door leaf fell with a bang, three points louder than when he came before.

"Sima Fuzhuo! You bastard!" Sima Junrong stared angrily, looking distractedly at the slightly swaying window.

In the morning, Sima Junrong got up early, and did not go to the morning court, opened the doors and windows to let in some fresh air, and only ordered Yang Youfu to bring some ginseng soup to Wuyang Hall.After feeding Bei Hanyi some ginseng soup, he moved Xiudun beside the bed, rolled up a booklet and flipped through it leisurely.

His head was dizzy, he seemed to be in a vast fog, he couldn't find his direction, and he didn't know where to go. He only heard a young man's low angry voice with forbearance, gnashing his teeth: "If this prince is to ascend the throne in the future, I will definitely kill you and hurt you in the slightest." people! Not one left!"

That voice was full of resentment, and it hit his mind with a sternness. Bei Hanyi trembled violently, and he was about to wake up.But he was still sleepy and hadn't really woken up, his eyes were full of confusion.

He only felt a tearing pain in his chest. When he looked sideways, he saw Sima Junrong resting his elbows on the edge of the bed and resting his chin, looking as if he was about to fall asleep. Bei Hanyi blinked, remembering something vaguely. When he was in Cuixian Tower, he was stabbed by Xu Wensu with a sword. At that time, the faceless young man with a colorful face was watching coldly, but when he was injured, he killed Xu Wensu himself.

But Xu Wensu's death because of him reminded him vaguely of a past event that he couldn't let go of.

When Bei Hanyi was Sima Junrong's student, he often beat Sima Junrong, and no one else dared to touch Sima Junrong, but when Bei Hanyi beat him, he smiled.Unknowingly, Bei Hanyi developed a very bad habit of always kicking or slapping Sima Junrong when he had nothing to do.At that time Sima Junrong was so embarrassed that he always shook Bei Hanyi's hand and begged for mercy in a low voice: "If you want to hit me, let's find a place where others can't see it. Anyway, I am also the prince of the dynasty, and you always beat me like this. Others will look down on me."

Bei Hanyi smiled noncommittally, and snorted disdainfully through his nostrils: "The thickness of your skin is unknown to others, but I know it very well."

Bei Hanyi still bullied Sima Junrong unscrupulously, after all, something happened.It wasn't a big deal at first, but when Bei Hanyi stretched out his hand and twisted Sima Junrong's arm, the queen caught his eye.

The only thing Bei Hanyi remembered was that the sky was so blue that it was almost as clear as crystal, the breeze was blowing, and the house sparrows were chirping on the eaves.He and Sima Junrong were drinking tea and playing chess in the octagonal pavilion. While chatting, they talked about the beauties of the harem. Hanyi, you alone are enough."

Bei Hanyi stretched out his hand and unceremoniously pinched Sima Junrong. Before Sima Junrong grinned and cried out for pain, he was startled by a scolding from outside the pavilion: "Bei Hanyi! What did you do to the eldest prince? !"

Bei Hanyi was startled, stood up and stood aside without saying a word. With a phoenix crown on her head, the empress came walking step by step. She pulled up Sima Junrong's sleeve and saw that there was a green mark on her white arm. The empress Going crazy on the spot, he insisted on beating Bei Hanyi to death as punishment.

Sima Junrong stopped the queen and said: "This prince does not allow anyone to touch the cold clothes. If anyone dares to touch his finger, this prince will kill him!"

This remark broke the queen's taboo, not only failed to protect Bei Hanyi, but also gave Bei Hanyi a good beating, if Yang Youfu hadn't cleverly invited the Lord to come up, Bei Hanyi would have passed out.

At that time Sima Junrong was crying beside his bed, Bei Hanyi had never seen Sima Junrong lose his composure like that before, he persuaded Sima Junrong in a daze, "Why are you crying! I'm still alive."

Sima Junrong held Bei Hanyi's hand, and his eyes were full of hatred for a moment: "If this prince is to ascend the throne in the future, he will definitely kill everyone who hurts you in the slightest! No one will be left behind!"

"Isn't that a tyrant?" Bei Hanyi laughed at him indistinctly, his consciousness gradually drifting away.

At that time, Sima Junrong and Bei Hanyi were only in the age of dancing spoons, and they were at the age when they were vigorous and emotional.

And Bei Hanyi always thought that sentence was Sima Junrong's momentary anger, until today, when Xu Wensu said it, he suddenly realized that one month after Sima Junrong ascended the throne of God, the queen suddenly died of a sudden illness.He thought that maybe the queen's death had something to do with him.

It turned out that Sima Junrong was a tyrant.

Bei Hanyi suddenly couldn't help laughing, at first it was just a soft self-deprecating chuckle, and then it was a lunatic laugh.Laughing, crying, trembling fiercely.

Sima Junrong was awakened by Bei Hanyi's weird laughter. He stretched out his hand to hold Bei Hanyi's body, and said anxiously, "Hanyi, what's wrong with you? You should wake up soon!"

"Tyrant! You are a tyrant!" Bei Hanyi had a half-smile, half-cry, with a strange spirit on his face.Just kept shouting: "Tyrant! Tyrant! You tyrant!"

Sima Junrong cried out in his heart, and raised his voice: "Yang Youfu, go and call those quack doctors!"

There was only Yang Youfu's reply outside the door, and a moment later, a burst of footsteps approached from far and near.