Monarch and ministers are the same

"Tyrant!!" Bei Hanyi yelled hysterically, his eyes staring blankly at the top of his head, and his spirit had already collapsed.

Yang Youfu invited the imperial doctor into the palace, looked around, and saw Sima Junrong pressing Bei Hanyi's shoulder in a panic, sweating from anxiety, Bei Hanyi's chest was blood red from struggling, looking at him mad and frustrated Yang Youfu panicked in fear.

Imperial physician Yu had already twisted the silver needle and pierced Bei Hanyi, and gradually calmed down. Sima Junrong let out a sigh of relief, and got up slowly, making room for the imperial physicians.

Yang Youfu's eyes were sharp, and he saw that Sima Junrong was exhausted at a glance, so he stepped forward to give Sima Junrong a hand, and asked softly, "Prime Minister, this is..."

Sima Junrong sighed: "I'm afraid he has already thought of what I have done." With Yang Youfu sitting beside the red sandalwood table, Sima Junrong began to worry, but he did not say a word, staring at the A group of imperial doctors re-bandaged Bei Hanyi's wound.

"How does the Lord plan to deal with Xu Wensu's incident?" Yang Youfu pondered: "The servants also knew about this incident back then. It turned out that Xu Wensu was bold enough to spy on the holy trace, and he deserved to die. But the prime minister didn't know about it. The ins and outs of the situation, anger is inevitable. Master, if not, when the Prime Minister is better, the servants will talk to the Prime Minister first?"

Sima Junrong waved his hand weakly, then pointed to the half-dead Beihanyi on the bed, and said wearily: "Look at the prime minister's current state, let's talk about it after you get him back."

Yang Youfu replied yes, then stood aside and said nothing.

After a while, Yu Yu came back from the imperial bed, bowed his hands and said: "My lord, the prime minister is fine, but if it happens again, there is no guarantee that the prime minister's life will be in danger."

Sima Junrong waved his hands distractedly: "Go down."

This tossing has been in the middle of the day, Sima Junrong sat on the edge of the bed with a sad face, and held Beihanyi's hand, only feeling a slight coolness between Beihanyi's fingers, Sima Junrong felt that Beihanyi might have lost blood It often caused cold hands, so I covered him with my hand, reached out to touch the end of the bed and covered Bei Hanyi's feet for a while, and said: "Yang Youfu, the guards outside the hall, no matter what important matters you have today, you are not allowed to come. bother me!"

Yang Youfu responded, quietly exited the hall and closed the door.There was silence in the hall for a while, Sima Junrong sat at the end of the bed, his eyes darkened, and he didn't know what to think about.

"My humble minister, Sikong Xian, please see the lord." A loud voice outside the hall broke the silence.Then another steady and deep voice echoed: "My minister, Li Yixun, please see the Lord." After the voice fell, there were noisy requests.

Sima Junrong sneered sneeringly, staring at the closed rich door with strange eyes, he could guess what schemes and illnesses those fox-like ministers were planning.

Yang Youfu said: "Ministers, please go back, the Lord has something important to do today..."

Sikong Xian stopped Yang Youfu's words with a sneer, and asked: "Is there something important about the Lord? May I ask Eunuch Yang, what is this so-called important matter?"

Yang Youfu calmed down and said lightly: "How dare I, as a slave, guess about the matter of the lord? Taiwei Sikong, you are among the third princes, and you have been with the lord for many years. Now you are in four states and three cities. The sky was flooded, the local plague spread, and the people suffered unspeakably..."

"Since you also know that the people in the four prefectures and three cities have no means of living, you shouldn't stand outside the palace. Eunuch Yang, the Lord is confused. Could it be that you are also confused?" , but at that time, the lord ascended the throne for the first time, his foundation was still shallow, and he was busy with government affairs, so the matter of the Xu family was put on hold. Unexpectedly, after a few years, it was suddenly reported that Xu Wensu, the eldest son of the Xu family, had died in Cuixian Tower. Today, I don’t know where the news came from. There are rumors in the streets and alleys that the master assassinated the whole family of Xu’s family for a man. The methods are ruthless and outrageous. This matter is related to the reputation of the master. If it is delayed, Eunuch Yang will take care of it. Can you afford it?"

Yang Youfu was stunned, he knew about the flood and the plague, but he didn't know the rumors about the Lord outside, he didn't know how to answer for a moment, he said at a loss: "Then, all the ministers wait outside the hall for a while, and the slaves go to report to the Lord."

Sima Junrong was standing in the hall, and he had already listened to the noise outside. He had already sent people to inspect and control the floods and plagues, but those rumors, when did they spread?Sima Fuzhuo definitely won't make this matter public, so who is behind the scenes?Is there any fish that slipped through the net?Sima Junrong's eyes darkened again unknowingly, and the venomous black eyes flashed away, he squinted his eyes like bloodthirsty, and raised his voice coldly: "Yang Youfu, let them all come in."

There was a moment of silence outside the hall, and Yang Youfu's obedient "Yes" was heard immediately.The hall door was half opened, and the ministers entered in order, and when they raised their eyes, they saw a shadow under the tent.

Sima Junrong sat at the table as steadily as Mount Tai, resting his fingers on the table, knocking one after another, and before they finished their salutes, he asked casually: "Li Taiwei, you said that the streets and alleys What are you talking about?"

Li Yixun stared blankly at the shadow under the tent, and suddenly heard Sima Junrong's question, trembled, and said calmly: "Return to the Lord, I don't know where the news came from, the streets and alleys are spreading, saying that the Lord Back then, he killed the Xu family only for his own selfishness, and for a man." Li Yixun looked at the touch on the tent, then looked away, and sighed slightly: "I don't know what the Lord thinks?"

"My opinion?" Sima Junrong sneered: "I would like to ask first, what do you want to do when you come today? Hmm?" His cold eyes glanced over their faces one by one, his expression not angry. prestige.

"My lord." Sikong Xian stared at the bed, and said: "My lord, Prime Minister Bei is the prime minister of a country, and he should not live in the harem. The lord's favor on the prime minister is too much, the lord is fooled..."

"How do you know that Prime Minister Bei is sleeping on this bed?" Sima Junrong looked up at Sikong Xian, twisted a tea cover between his fingers, and said with a half-smile: "What's the matter? Sikong, whoever I like, I have to go through you." Agree? As a doctor of imperial history and the deputy prime minister of a country, when Prime Minister Bei was seriously injured, you did not try your best to deal with state affairs. Prime Minister?" The words became faster and faster, with anger at the end, Sima Junrong suddenly stood up, and shattered the sandalwood table in front of him with one palm.

Sikong Xian was so frightened that he thumped and knelt on the ground, Li Yixun waited for the courtiers to knelt down and shouted "My lord, calm down".

Yang Youfu's heart skipped a beat in shock, but it was Bei Hanyi who was thinking about him the most, and couldn't help but remind him: "My lord." He didn't say much, he just pointed at the bed with a finger.