Monarch and ministers are the same

The old Taoist disappeared in a blink of an eye. Sima Junrong and Bei Hanyi looked at each other. After a while, Sima Junrong couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Could it be that this old man has become a genius? With old arms and legs, he can run faster than a rabbit with a burnt tail." .”

"Are you sure the person you're looking for is the old Taoist?" Bei Hanyi asked.

"Almost." Sima Junrong was also not sure, and pondered: "But judging by his reaction, he seems to know that we will come, so it should be him."

"But he's gone, how can we find him?" Bei Hanyi put his hand between his eyebrows and looked around the crowd, and suddenly said excitedly: "There are some jiaoer's, let's eat a bowl of jiaoer first!"

The words were cut off by Bei Hanyi, and Sima Junrong didn't know what to say, so he followed Bei Hanyi to eat a bowl of jiaoer.

After drinking and eating, Bei Hanyi remembered to ask Sima Junrong the question, and asked again: "Where are we going to find that old Taoist priest?"

"Respect the Prince's Mansion." Sima Junrong spat out three words leisurely.

There are a few wisps of cloud flowing in the sky, and the sun is in full bloom.Sima Junrong beat his forehead with a fan, looked at the lacquered Zhumen in vain, and praised: "Hey, the gate of this mansion is well built."

"Isn't the palace gate much more grand than this one? Look at your worthless appearance, it's like visiting the palace for the first time." Bei Hanyi narrowed his eyes at the nails on the gate of the mansion, and laughed at him indifferently.

"Oh, you're really right. Although I used to come out of the palace every day to play, I basically went to Beifu to please you. How could I have time to go to this mere King's Mansion to have tea." Drinking a cup of tea, even being able to enter Bei Hanyi's room is a problem.Sima Junrong shook his head and sighed.

Bei Hanyi smiled, tilted his head and thought about it carefully, and immediately felt that Sima Junrong's life was not easy.He stretched out his right hand to Sima Junrong, and looked at him with a slight smile.

Sima Junrong cheerfully stretched out his hand to grab Bei Hanyi's hand, rubbed his palm happily, opened his fan with one hand, and eagerly shaded him from the sun.

After revealing his identity and entering the gate of the mansion, a cry came from far away from the backyard.

Beihan Yinahan said: "Is it also haunted in broad daylight?"

The servant who led the way said obediently: "Mr. Li is playing three happy games again."

"Sanxi?" Sima Junrong glanced at Bei Hanyi, and pondered, "The person Qingliu asked us to find is a man named Sanxi." His eyes turned and fell on the leader again: "Is he often beaten?"

"Almost, Mr. Li always beats him once every three days. It's nothing new in Prince Jing's Mansion." The leader replied in a low voice.

"Why did Zhengwang beat him?" Bei Hanyi felt strange. Although the Zhengwang he knew was arrogant and unruly, he didn't seem like a ruthless character. Why was he so serious with a servant?Gu Buqi has some unknown secrets in it.

The leader shook his head and said: "I don't know. Ever since Mr. Li entered the mansion, he has changed his way of beating three happy guests. I don't know why."

While speaking, he had already reached the backyard. He stood at the gate and looked in. There was a miserable boy in gray clothes lying on a bench, crying timidly, but he still suppressed it a bit.

A jade with white scars stood under the eaves, with a cool voice, with a half-smile and a half-sneer, he said calmly, "Bitch slave, when did I make you cry?" The phoenix eyes rolled , glanced at the man in black on the right side, and said softly: "Blind man, you go and discipline that lowly slave for me. You can't use a knife, you can't strike hard, and you can't even hear the sound clearly."

The man in Tsing Yi standing next to the bench and holding the whip suddenly exploded in anger, and retorted loudly: "Why can't I do it? How can I not be cruel?" Saying that, he raised his hand to shine on Sanxi's buttocks. The whip was so whipped that Sanxi trembled violently, crying heart-piercingly, the young man glared at Li Duyao, and said angrily, "Did you hear that? Three times!"

Li Duyao leaned back and laughed while holding his forehead: "What's the point of pumping the butt? The butt is full of meat. It's pulpy, but it can still grow." His eyes glanced at Bei Hanyi, and he shuddered, and he smiled and said, "Yo, good friend Here we come." The ending sound was repeated a thousand times, giving off a hint of ambiguous tone.

Sima Junrong's face darkened, he stepped in front of Bei Hanyi, and looked at Li Duyao coldly: "What a king, how dare you be rude when you see me? You are so brave!"

"Hahahaha." Li Duyao laughed out of breath as if hearing a huge joke, but when everyone thought he was going crazy laughing, he suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes were momentarily confused and then indifferent: "Ah, my lord almost forgot that I am just Li Zeyin's abandoned son in Xizhao, and no one will hurt me when I die." He said, with a hint of desolation in his words.

In a split second, he returned to his indifference: "Come on, what's the matter here? Sima Jinghua has gone to an appointment, and he's not here..." He thought for a while, and guessed, "Could it be that he came to see me?"

"I want to find someone named Sanxi." Sima Junrong's face was dark, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying.

"Sanxi. Hehe." Li Duyao pointed to the person on the bench: "That's him."

Sanxi had been beaten into a dazed state, almost to the point of passing out, but when she heard Li Duyao calling "Sanxi", she suddenly raised her voice and yelled, "Young one is here!"

"Hehe, what a good Sanxi, what a cheap slave." Li Duyao praised: "Here I am, if there is nothing wrong with my son, I will go and catch up." He turned and left, leaving the majestic king of the country By the side.

Sima Junrong's face was wiped away here. Although his face was surprisingly quiet, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he had already endured it to the end.But because of Bei Hanyi, he still swallowed this breath unwillingly.

There is a saying that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.Since Sima Junrong wants to punish people, the longer the time, the more interesting it will be.

"If you are angry, just say it. The king is kind to me. If you dare to touch him, I will never end with you." Looking at Sima Junrong's appearance, Bei Hanyi knew what he was up to without even thinking about it. She glanced at him lightly, her words clearly threatening.

"Of course I know that he is kind to you." Sima Junrong didn't finish his sentence, smiled slightly, and changed the subject: "Let's take a look at Sanxi first."

Sanxi was beaten to pieces, his hair was wet with sweat, and his face was pale. Bei Hanyi pulled Sanxi's half of his sleeve and wiped it on his face. He said pleasantly, "Oh, it's him!"

"Who? Do you know him?"

"That idiot boy I bumped into on the street just now. I didn't expect him to be Sanxi." Bei Hanyi smiled and said, "This is really fate." Bei Hanyi lifted Sanxi's chin, and gently patted his face: "Hey, Wake up, can you still hold on?"

Sanxi opened his eyes in a daze, sweat soaked into his eyes, blurring his vision, he just felt that this person in front of him seemed to have been seen somewhere before, and said vaguely: "You...you look familiar..." Before finishing speaking, she fell into a coma. past.