Monarch and ministers are the same

"I didn't expect Sikong to be considerate of the prime minister." Sima Junrong waved his hand: "Go down, I have my own plan."

The next day, Taishi Su and Taifu Che asked for severe punishment for those who deceived the Lord in Wuyang Hall.Sima Junrong was helpless, so he ordered Bei Hanyi to be imprisoned in death row, blocking the mouths of the outside world.

In private, Yang Youfu was sent to Bei Hanyi's side to look after him.

In the Wuyang Hall, Sima Junrong sat crookedly in front of the desk, picked up the notebooks and read them roughly, sneered, and threw all the memorials to the ground.He raised his eyes and saw a servant girl hurried in with his head bowed, and said unhappily, "What's the matter?"

"Report to the Lord, Young Master Qingliu is asking to see you." The servant said cautiously.

"Oh?" Sima Junrong slightly raised his eyebrows, sat up straight and ordered, "Let him in."

Qingliu was still so calm and unhurried when he arrived, dressed in a snow-white embroidered bamboo robe, suave and suave, although his face was a little sunburned, his eyes were still distant and sensitive as usual.

"Hey, after kneeling outside for a day, the kneecap is not broken, is it?" Sima Junrong joked, "I thought you would have to rest for a few days no matter what, but I didn't expect you to recover so quickly."

Qingliu knelt on the ground knowingly, with a clear face, and waited for Sima Junrong to finish laughing, before replying unhurriedly: "Return to the lord, the servant can recover so quickly, it is thanks to the lord who sent my son The wound medicine is very effective." After Qingliu finished speaking, Xie En kowtowed, straightened his waist, and his eyes became more indifferent: "Master, Qingliu came here to remind the Lord of something, not for other."

"What's the matter?" Apart from the flowers and plants, it was Bei Hanyi who made Qingliu so caring.Sima Junrong still had some self-knowledge, knowing that although he was an emperor, in Qingliu's mind, he was not as high as a bucket of evergreen.

"It's not a big deal..." Qingliu said unhurriedly.

Sima Junrong slammed the table, interrupted Qingliu's words, and said angrily: "Stop doing this, talk quickly if you have anything to say!"

Sima Junrong knows Qingliu this person best, but he often says that it is not a matter of life or death, but Qingliu has this temperament, but he does not know who he is, saying that he is arrogant, but he is also modest and courteous. He has not surpassed anything, saying that he is bold and reckless, but he is also able to advance and retreat freely, and it is difficult to catch him.

Qingliu was quiet for a while, and when Sima Junrong's breathing gradually stabilized, he opened his mouth and said, "The lord should understand my young master's temperament. Since he knows that Xu's family was destroyed by him, if he wakes up, he must It is not acceptable to kill yourself to comfort the souls of the Xu family."

"You know about this?" Sima Junrong asked.

"Back then, Xu Wensu's people wandered around outside Beifu every day. Qingliu was in charge of Beifu anyway. How could he not know about those peeping villains?" Qingliu narrowed his eyes: "When the Xu family was destroyed, Qingliu guessed , Now, the news of this matter has spread all over the streets, and it has confirmed that Qingliu's guess that day was correct."

"Good you Qingliu!" Sima Junrong slapped the table again, and said angrily, "You didn't say it sooner or later, but you just said it at this time." Sima Junrong was so angry that he slapped the table again and again: "How can I offend you again? You? Are you so angry with me? Say it!"

Qingliu just said "Don't dare" and then fell silent on the ground waiting to be punished.But Sima Junrong knew that this Qingliu had always been docile on the surface, rebellious in the bottom of his heart, and took Bei Hanyi very seriously. Whenever he did something that was wrong to Bei Hanyi, Qingliu would always sarcastically and secretly ridicule him, Never left a word.

It was also because of Qingliu's desire to treat Bei Hanyi, and because he had a bit of Bei Hanyi's voice and appearance, that Sima Junrong Aiwu and Wuji tolerated him everywhere.

I don't want to but I'm used to Qingliu's stinking problem.

Sima Junrong was about to lose his temper when Yang Youfu rushed in: "My lord, it's not good, the prime minister wants to die!"

Qingliu said in a tone that was as expected: "Look, the first thing you do when you wake up, young master, is to seek death!"

"Shut up!" Sima Junrong became angry when he heard that, but Qingliu still looked calm, and his anger rose immediately, knowing that Qingliu was deliberately angry with him, but Still didn't suppress his anger: "Come here, pull this damn servant down and beat him until his skin breaks!"

Sima Junrong rushed out like a storm, Yang Youfu glanced at Qingliu in a daze, and stomped his foot resentfully: "Young Master Qingliu, why bother to get angry with the Lord!" He went after Sima Junrong.

The cell is facing the sun, and it has been sprinkled and swept many times. The wormwood is smoked to drive away the bad luck.Bei Hanyi stared blankly at the void, his eyes glazed over.There was a rush of footsteps in his ears, and he thought that it should be the tyrant who came.

Sima Junrong arrived at the prison door, and gradually stopped his steps. Looking through the prison railing, he saw Bei Hanyi's face was pale, his arms were tied to the bed rails, his legs were tied together several times, and there was a broken teapot on the ground. A blood-oozing white cloth was wrapped around his wrist.

Yang Youfu said: "The servant was afraid that the prime minister would do something stupid, so someone tied him up..."

Sima Junrong raised his hand to interrupt him: "I understand, you let everyone go down, and I will talk to the prime minister alone."

Yang Youfu led the order to retreat.

In fact, Sima Junrong knew that things would come to this point a long time ago, the only thing he didn't expect was that Bei Hanyi would be injured.Sima Junrong stood quietly outside the cell, not intending to go in at all.

"You killed me." Bei Hanyi said suddenly, his voice was hoarse and trembling, and he repeated: "You kill me."

"You know I can't do it." Sima Junrong was unexpectedly calm, and sighed: "You want to die that much? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Haven't done anything wrong? Hehe, because of me, you killed Xu's family, isn't that a mistake?" Bei Hanyi smiled wryly, "I'm no different from a traitor."

"You didn't do anything wrong, it was me who did it, why do you bother to take the blame?" Sima Junrong said: "I am the one who wants to kill people, and I am the one who kills people and refuses to admit it. I did it from the beginning to the end. What does it matter to you, even if you die, people from the Xu family will come back, and more people will die instead."

"You're threatening me with other people's lives again." Bei Hanyi sighed helplessly: "If I really die, what will happen to you?"

"It doesn't matter, since you want to pay for the crime with death, then I will give up the country, kill all the people in the world, and go to Huangquan with you and me." Sima Junrong smiled indifferently: "They are my sons and daughters in life. people, and death shall be my people."

"Tyrant." Bei Hanyi whispered softly, "I'm too close to you, but I've never seen you clearly. It turns out that you are a tyrant."

"No matter if you are a tyrant or a wise king, you are all emperors in the world after all. If you don't have dozens of unjust dead ghosts in your hands, how can you sit on the throne?" Sima Junrong said noncommittally: "It's you, Han Yi, are you really looking for death?"

"Sincerely." Bei Hanyi said, "I have no face to live on."