Monarch and ministers are the same

"It's really ruthless." Bei Hanyi couldn't bear to look directly at Sanxi, and frowned in distress: "Why is Zheng Wang so ruthless?"

Sanxi had already come to his senses, lying on the bed sweating all over his head, trembling inarticulately: "It's the little one who didn't do things well and made the master angry. The little one deserves the beating, so I don't blame the master." After the words were stuttered, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Sima Junrong was used to the scene of flesh and blood flying all over the place, so he was very indifferent to Sanxi's beating, and said straight to the point: "Sanxi, I heard that you know an old Taoist priest? Do you know where he lives?"

"Old Taoist priest? An old Taoist priest who set up a fortune-telling stall on Tang'en Street?" Sanxi was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "I know someone, I don't know if it's the one the Lord is looking for, that old Taoist priest said No. Hungu, he is a strange person who sleeps in other people's houses every night."

"Oh?" Sima Junrong said, "Whose house do you live in?"

"I can't tell." Sanxi gritted his teeth, and suppressed the pain that came to his mouth: "The old Taoist Master Hungu is a weird person, and he has a habit of sleeping. He lives in the sky in the first ten days, people in the middle ten days, and land in the last ten days. Right now It's late, he..." Sanxi paused, took a breath and continued: "The place where he sleeps is on the ground."

Hearing what he said, Bei Hanyi was a little confused: "Chudi?"

"This old Taoist priest is really weird." Sima Junrong said with a smile: "Those who are high are close to the sky. If they are in the first ten days, they can find them wherever they are high; Closed, there is only one place where there are many people, and there is only one place that sings and sings every night..."

Bei Hanyi interjected, "Prostitute/lou."

Sima Junrong nodded appreciatively, and continued: "This place..." He frowned slightly, but he was puzzled. People originally stood on the ground, and if we talk about the place, the range is too wide.

"Go to the cemetery. You can go to the cemetery this afternoon to see if the tomb is new, he must be inside." Sanxi wiped the sweat from his brow and said in shame, "I can only help you so much, but the little one can only help you so much. I don't know what's the matter with the old Taoist priest Xunhungu?"

"I have something to ask him." Sima Junrong glanced at Bei Hanyi with distressed eyes.

Sanxi nodded, and said worriedly: "Today, the old Taoist priest should have seen you, the Lord. According to his cultivation base, he must know what you are looking for. Since the old Taoist priest is hiding, he must be unwilling to help. Now Going to the cemetery, I'm afraid we may not be able to find him." Sanxi paused, then said awkwardly: "If you can't find the old Taoist priest here, what is the Lord's plan?"

"Since Qingliu asked me to come to you, you must have a way to find that old Taoist priest." Sima Junrong stared at Sanxi with a smile on his face: "As long as you can help, everything will be easy."

"What if the little one doesn't help?" Sanxi was stunned, and asked back.

"If you don't help? Aren't you Li Duyao's family? I killed your master, what do you think?" Sima Junrong's words were clear, and every word was full of viciousness.

Sanxi was so startled that she wanted to get up, and when she moved, her whole body hurt unstoppably, and said repeatedly: "Don't touch the master, the little gang, the little gang, as long as the master is lenient to my master, the little one can die. "

"No need." Bei Hanyi interjected coldly: "If the lord dares to touch half a strand of the king's hair, I will cut off all ties with him!" The last four words were bitten very hard, and he looked at Sima Junrong with cold eyes. No emotions at all.

Sima Junrong said badly, and hurried to pull Bei Hanyi's hand: "I scare him, the king is kind to you, and that is my great benefactor, why would I do such ungrateful things?" He said Pulling Bei Hanyi's sleeve, Bei Hanyi pulled it out bit by bit, and said coolly: "It's best like this."

"Of course." Sima Junrong smiled, and when his eyes brushed against Sanxi, his pupils shrank slightly, and the threat was so cold that Sanxi shuddered.

Sanxi pulled a bamboo tube thick as a middle finger from his neck, handed it to Sima Junrong, and explained: "This bamboo tube was given to me by the old Taoist priest. If you are in danger of your life, you can break it, and the old Taoist priest will show up naturally." .”

Sima Junrong took the bamboo tube and looked at it for a while, seeing that it was just an ordinary bamboo joint without any ingenuity, he doubted: "Are you sure you break the bamboo tube, and he will appear?"

"En." Sanxi nodded firmly and said: "I trust him, if he doesn't come, I will break my trust, and I won't have any contact with him in the future."

Sima Junrong said: "Okay. I will trust you just once."

At night, Sima Junrong left Bei Hanyi at Prince Jing's Mansion, and went to the grave once alone, but there was no sign of the old Taoist Hungu, so he returned to the mansion. When he returned, Bei Hanyi was playing chess with Li Duyao, and Li Duyao Still wearing a plain white robe, with a thick layer of white powder rubbed on his face, a magpie was painted on his forehead, with eyebrows as branches, the magpie landed on the branch, the painting was lifelike, only the color was really vermilion, half a cent There is no variegation, and the white-faced cardinal looks very strange.

"It seems that Sanxi is right." Bei Hanyi lost his mind, glanced at Sima Junrong leisurely, and murmured softly: "It's a waste of time."

Sima Junrong glanced at the fighting on the chessboard, and said calmly, "I'll just take a walk."

"Oh?" Bei Hanyi teased, "Going for a walk in the graveyard? My lord has really unique interests."

"Winter clothes." Sima Junrong called out to him, took out the bamboo tube from his bosom, and snapped it in half.

Li Duyao unintentionally glanced at the broken bamboo tube, and pondered: "This bamboo tube seems to belong to my son's lowly slave, you two who bully me?" His eyes shifted to Sima Junrong with questioning, There is a faint provocation in the bottom of the eyes.

"It's from Sanxi." Bei Hanyi twisted a ball and urged, "Quickly drop it, why are you hesitating."

Li Duyao played with the chess pieces between his fingers, and said slowly: "For you? This bamboo tube Sanxi is always close to your body. The treasure must be like his ancestors. Give it to you? If you didn't resort to tricks, you might not be able to get it."

"You are quite clear. Now I think of Hu Sanxi. When you hit him, you never even frowned." Bei Hanyi mocked him mercilessly: "What kind of master and servant are you playing now?"

"My servants, if they are beaten to death, I can only complain that his life is not hard enough, but you are all outsiders, no matter how good I am, I still don't like outsiders touching my things." Li Duyao slammed down and lifted Staring at Bei Hanyi, he smiled slightly.

With a sudden cry, a gust of wind swept in, and when the wind stopped, there was an old man outside the door.

The old Taoist looked at Li Duyao, shook his head regretfully, then glanced at Bei Hanyi, shook his head with emotion, and when he looked at Sima Junrong, he sighed deeply.

"Old man, what do you mean? I am a suave young man, why are you shaking your head?" Li Duyao asked, turning his gaze to Bei Hanyi and saying, "This is the old man you are looking for?"