Monarch and ministers are the same

"If you really want to die, I won't stop you. I know that if a person wants to die, even if I put him under my nose, the person will disappear in the blink of an eye." Sima Junrong sneered: " No matter how much you do, it will be in vain." Sima Junrong pushed open the prison door and walked in, sat on the edge of the bed, looked deeply at Bei Hanyi, and smiled evilly for a moment: "If you die, why not give you a way to die."

"What?" Bei Hanyi was taken aback.

"Hanyi, have you ever considered for me from my standpoint? You only saw a few lives that died in vain, but you didn't see that I was a country and a society, and you stayed up all night. You kept calling me a tyrant, but you didn't see me. In this peaceful and prosperous age, the common people live and work in peace and contentment." Sima Junrong said indifferently: "No matter what I do, someone will stand up and criticize me, even if I say a word, someone will suddenly come out and correct me, you say, I did this Emperor, if you can't live yourself, am I not wronged?"

Sima Junrong sneered bitterly while untying the rope on Bei Hanyi's leg, and stretched out his hand to tear off Bei Hanyi's white jade belt around his waist: "Since I can't keep your man, why should I care about your heart?"

"You... what are you going to do?" Bei Hanyi only felt a layer of chill go through his whole body, and a bad premonition spread in his heart.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to die? Then I will let you die under my body, so it is considered a happy death, isn't it?" Sima Junrong smiled coldly: "Only you have this honor."

"No, no, you can't treat me like this." Bei Hanyi struggled, his eyes were full of fear, his body was trembling, and his face turned pale instantly.He remembered that day, when Sima Junrong was crazy and rude. Could it be that the memory of that day will come back again?Bei Hanyi shook his head in fear, and the corners of his eyes got moist: "No, no, don't..."

Sima Junrong was heartbroken watching it, but his mouth was still so heartless and shameless: "Don't? Don't what? My favor, do you dare not?" He leaned over and looked at Bei Hanyi very closely. He looked at Bei Hanyi's trembling eyelashes Moistened by tears, the fear hidden in his eyes is like a monster that gradually devours all his self-cultivation.He lowered his head, his scorching breath sprayed on Bei Hanyi's neck.

Bei Hanyi was shaking and frightened.afraid of what?Afraid of Sima Junrong, or afraid that he will end up in a brutal and inhumane death?Fear seized his reason, and Bei Hanyi, who was already weak, passed out without taking a breath.

Sima Junrong didn't stop, carefully avoiding the wound on Bei Hanyi's chest, biting his neck like a punishment, wandering around Bei Hanyi's body with one hand, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he almost couldn't control it. live.

Sima Junrong straightened up suddenly, stretched out his hand and slapped his forehead hard three times, suppressing the desire in his heart, and tried his best to cool down his heated body: "Calm down, calm down, you must be calm."

But he had no resistance to Bei Hanyi. Once this desire started, it was like a flood breaking a bank, and he couldn't stop it. His heart became irritable, and he kept walking back and forth by the bed like ants on a hot pot. Spinning around, he muttered a word: "If the heart is as clear as ice, the sky will not be surprised. Everything is still changing, and the spirit is calm. The dust and dirt are not stained, and the vulgar is not stained. The void is peaceful, and there is nothing. Yi Xiangcheng. Forgetting the part and the thing is the same as the muddy nirvana..."

Sima Junrong recited the "Pure Heart Jue" several times in a row, and then slowly calmed down his desire/fire, sat on the edge of the bed, and recited another sentence as if in a daze: "Thousands of worries are the only things that come to mind. Brows, the Lingtai is clear... oh."

The fiery touch ignites the body everywhere, the heart is as cold as ice, but the body responds in the opposite direction, the pain and intensity, the panting and the entanglement of lewd/sexy breath, I am like a flat boat floating in the wind and waves of the sea. Fall to the bottom, and sometimes climb to the top.

Forgetting virtue and self, sinking down in shame.But he didn't want this in his heart, he struggled and resisted, trying to escape from this vortex, however, his body was always more honest than his own heart.

Afraid of such a self, he shouldn't sink down.But a pair of gentle, strong and reliable hands supported him, calming his fearful heart a little.

However, those hands were also the hands that pulled him into the whirlpool.No, absolutely not.

"Impossible..." Bei Hanyi was soaked in cold sweat. When he opened his eyes, he saw the bright yellow tent roof, and his wet eyelashes blurred his vision. He gasped heavily, trying to save his lungs that were almost suffocating.

This is the Hall of Innocence.Bei Hanyi is more familiar with it than anyone else.The sense of sinking that was forced by Sima Junrong that day still resurfaced in his mind, and he thought he was sinking again.

But his body had already sensed that Sima Junrong hadn't done anything to him, except for some pain in his neck.

Bei Hanyi suddenly smiled. If Sima Junrong really didn't care about him, he might have been ruined already. He just made things difficult for Sima Junrong. He said such things cruelly, but in the end he stopped. Bei Hanyi smiled again, and he Unexpectedly, he had such a status in Sima Junrong's heart. He wanted to laugh again, but his smile collapsed in an instant.He recalled what Sima Junrong said, and now that he thinks about it carefully, indeed, maybe it was not him or Sima Junrong who was wrong, but the responsibility of being on the throne.Perhaps, his demands on Sima Junrong were indeed too harsh.

Bei Hanyi was thinking dumbly, his vision was blurred by the water vapor gathering in his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Sima Junrong put one hand behind his back, his tone was alienated, he even looked at Bei Hanyi with less concern, and said indifferently: "Do you want to get up and sit down?"

Bei Hanyi responded in a daze, when did Sima Junrong become so indifferent?Bei Hanyi suddenly became confused.

Sima Junrong sighed with a straight face, "Then you can rest for a while." He turned around and wanted to leave.

"Don't go." Bei Hanyi sat up suddenly, tore the wound, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

Originally, he was deliberately ignoring him, but seeing how tired he was from his injury, Sima Junrong couldn't help but hold Bei Hanyi's shoulder anxiously, and asked with concern: "Is it very painful? Do you want the imperial doctor to take a look?" ?”

Bei Hanyi took a deep breath, slowly shook his head, slowly leaned on Sima Junrong, stretched out his arms and hugged his waist, and said softly, "Let's kill fewer people in the future, just treat it as it is for me."

It was rare for Bei Hanyi to take the initiative to be so intimate with him. Sima Junrong's whole heart was about to jump out with excitement, but he still pretended to be calm and sighed: "With you by my side, I will always remind you, and I will naturally restrain myself."

"And..." Bei Hanyi tightened his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "If you treat me so indifferently, I might as well go back home..." Sima Junrong was overwhelmed when he heard that Hua, Bei Hanyi's words can be regarded as being coquettish?He leaned over and picked Bei Hanyi's chin, and kissed him deeply.

The sudden long kiss made Bei Hanyi uncomfortable. He rejected it a few times, but fell into Sima Junrong's gentle temptation, sinking with his breath.

Sima Junrong was agitated, looking at Bei Hanyi whose breathing was fluctuating, hesitated again and again, but still couldn't hold back: "Han Yi, we haven't been intimate for a long time, look..." He took Bei Hanyi's hand for a while. Kneading and kneading again and again, feeling uneasy like a child who has done something wrong.