Monarch and ministers are the same

"Oh. So that's how it is." Bei Hanyi said regretfully, "It's a pity to have such a good time." Glancing at Shanghua, he ordered: "You go out first, I feel tired right now."

Shang Huaxiu frowned, wanting to get angry, and looked at him with exhausted eyes, the anger he raised was completely extinguished, and she curled her lips unhappily: "Prime Minister, rest, Shang Hua has gone out."

Bei Hanyi covered himself, and slowly lay down on the bed.

Changfeng.Bei Hanyi thought, about this person, he still had to ask Sima Junrong carefully, and also thought that Lin Yao was standing still, what was his plan?What crisis is hidden in this, can Sima Junrong handle it?As he thought about it, his sleepiness climbed up bit by bit, and he fell into a dream unknowingly.

When he woke up again, he was still vague about the situation he was in, and after thinking slowly for a long time, he finally remembered that he had been raised in the Palace of Nothing.Bei Hanyi turned over, his mind was still dazed, he let out a breath of foul breath slowly, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"Prime Minister, you're awake." Yang Youfu asked considerately in a low voice, and after taking a few steps closer to the bed, he said more respectfully: "Prime Minister, do you want to get up and rinse your mouth first?"

"Where is Qingliu? Has he come?" Bei Hanyi opened his eyes, asked in a daze, and murmured: "Now that I look like this, I always feel that death is not far away."

"Prime Minister was born with good fortune, how could he die? Prime Minister must not talk nonsense." Yang Youfu hurriedly said: "Young Master Qingliu has been here, and seeing that you are sleeping soundly, he went back."

"Really?" Bei Hanyi cast a sideways glance at Yang Youfu inexplicably, and then covered his face with his sleeves.

Yang Youfu bowed his head guiltily, not daring to say a word.

The moon is sinking and the stars are dimming, only the ethereal low chirping of the night insect can be heard.

Qingliu looked at the [-] kinds of torture tools hanging on the wall and marveled: "Oh, this is the [-] kinds of torture. It's the first time I see it, and it makes people feel chilling." He laughed, and touched the torture tools gently. like a woman.

Sima Junrong said coldly: "For a while, letting you get close to them will make you feel even more chilled."

"The servant is just ordered to visit the young master, but I don't know what the master's order is for the servant to be kidnapped halfway?" Qingliu walked leisurely in this dark and dark prison with a calm demeanor.

"You are very calm." Sima Junrong sat at the table, glanced at the powdery fingertips of his right hand, and said leisurely: "Qingliu, don't force me to torture you, you are Hanyi's cousin after all, I don't want you Cold clothes are difficult."

"So the lord came to make things difficult for the servants?" Qingliu smiled noncommittally, and asked seriously: "Master, Qingliu wants to ask you a question, do you know the date of the emperor's test?"

"The period of the imperial test?" Sima Junrong asked in confusion.

"The period of the emperor's test is a test for the lord who has just ascended the throne. It is a long-standing tradition in Xizhao." Qingliu's eyes were full of evil spirits, and his voice unconsciously carried a bit of arrogance: "My lord, there are enemies and friends. Some want my lord's life, and some want to save my lord's life. It all depends on how my lord distinguishes the true from the false. If there is even the slightest deviation, the lord's throne may be surrendered. someone else."

"You are really hiding something, Qingliu, who are you?" Sima Junrong stared at Qingliu warily: "Since Dicen is a long-standing tradition of the Xizhao Kingdom, it makes no sense for me not to know, and you alone Outsiders know it clearly?"

"Since Murong Yanruo was taken captive by the men in black, King Jing has been looking for people every day. The Lord thinks who will be the one who took Murong Yanruo?" Qingliu speculated directly: "The case of Xu Wensu should have been brought to justice." Now that this is revealed, why did people take advantage of this incident to shake the hearts of the people? Why did Princess Linyao, who was supposed to act, still sit firmly in the Huanyi Palace? Why did the young master suddenly become weak when he was in good health? The people behind the scenes What is the purpose? Oh, so many questions."

"Since there is a smart person like you here, why should I bother to guess?" Sima Junrong chuckled treacherously: "I am not a fool, if you don't let go today, I am afraid it will be difficult to get out of this prison."

Regarding Sima Junrong's threat, Qingliu didn't take it seriously at all, and only sighed leisurely: "I didn't plan to hide it from the master, if I didn't want to tell, why would I let them bring me here?" He surrounded Looking at the instruments of torture on the wall, An Zhiruosu said: "It's better to get straight to the point and explain clearly today, so as to save trouble in the future."

"It looks like it will take a long time to talk. Come and serve tea." Sima Junrong ordered someone to serve a pot of tea, along with two plates of snacks, so that he could listen attentively.

Qingliu held a thick chain made of fine iron in his hand, and said slowly: "It's a long story, and it starts when I was young. I came to the Prime Minister's Mansion not because Bei Zhenghan took me in, but because Bei Zhenghan took me in." It is an agreement between me and Bei Zhenghan, your father, that I will provide Xizhao Kingdom with secret affairs from various countries, and they will give me a place to stay, and each will take what he needs."

"You?" Sima Junrong lifted the lid of the tea, foamed up the tea, and said mockingly, "You are just a brat, how can you have the ability to talk with the king of a country on an equal footing?"

"I am the Listener." Seeing a flash of shock in Sima Junrong's eyes, Qingliu explained leisurely: "About the Listener, it is not a legend. The Listener is also known as the Immortal with Thousand Ears. He can know the world without leaving home. All kinds of things, but there are also downsides, even if you know something, it's just an afterthought. It's useless."

"So there really is a listener." Sima Junrong said: "I have always thought that you are a hidden person, but I never thought that you are the listener."

"Yes." Qingliu nodded, and sighed regretfully: "Our line of listeners has been passed down from generation to generation. If we pass it on for a few years, there will probably be no listeners. Oh, yes, Goumei exists The meaning is very special, although they are collecting information, they are actually a group of living dead raised by your father."

Qingliu took a sip of tea and said eloquently: "Goumei is destined to die, and you have to find out one by one and die one by one, this is the default tradition of Xizhao power holders, but now Well, there is a servant, so there is no need for the master to bother with Goumei, you just need to be optimistic about my young master, and let the servant do the finishing work."

"What do you mean by the period of the Emperor's Test?"

"Back then, when your father, Wang Chan, was with you, the fifth year of Dice was supposed to start. However, the slaves felt that it was rare to live a peaceful life, so why bother to make waves? So, they made a deal with others to reduce Dice to half a year. "Qingliu said calmly: "Your father knew that this imperial survey was meaningless, so he will not interfere in this matter."

"Therefore, it is meaningless for Gou Mei to die." Sima Junrong's eyes were full of anger: "Since you want to take on this job, I will leave it to you to handle it. When I think that there are forces I don't know about dormant In the dark, I can't wait to kill him without leaving a piece of him!"