Monarch and ministers are the same

Bei Hanyi raised his eyes to look at Sima Junrong, and asked uncertainly, "It should be him, right?"

"It's him." Sima Junrong confirmed, standing with his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said a bit harshly: "Why doesn't the old Taoist continue to hide from me? I'm not afraid that I will break your old legs !"

"Pindao doesn't want to come, but Pindao is a person who keeps his promise. Naturally, he wants to meet Sanxi. What the Lord is looking for, Pindao knows in his heart. However, although the Lord is an emperor, he is a mortal emperor after all. You must know that there is a truth beyond the sky." Hungu shook his head slightly, as if reciting: "There are gods three feet above your head, and the gods will remember with you all the evils that the Lord has committed. Although you have a way to protect yourself in the dark , but the person who is concerned has no magic way to eliminate disasters."

"What do you mean?" Sima Junrong said angrily, "You old man is talking nonsense!"

"Pindao never tells lies." Hungu said: "Poverty people who don't treat tyrants, the poison on the prime minister's body should be called Yimeng Fushen. The poison of Yimeng Fushen is not something you ordinary people can get rashly. But disasters from heaven, the Lord is the emperor, the mortal emperor, naturally cannot be easily punished, therefore, this disaster must be replaced by the person you love. It is God's will, it is against the law for the poor to save the prime minister God's will, I'm afraid Pindao will end up in ashes."

"You're talking nonsense!" Sima Junrong was furious: "You have such a sharp mouth, but you can still make up such a long story!"

Bei Hanyi, however, was very calm, twirling a chess piece and looking at the chessboard steadily, he asked casually, "How many murders did you commit to bring the disaster to me?"

"Han Yi, do you believe his nonsense?" Sima Junrong was furious: "Do you believe him or me?"

"He has no reason to lie. Daoist Hungu is probably the first person who can tell you that you have sinned for the first time." Bei Hanyi sighed softly, still playing with the chess piece between his fingers.

Sima Junrong was silenced by his words, and said angrily: "Yes, I have killed countless people, I am a tyrant! So what? I killed people for you. If it was not for you, I would not To be called a tyrant!"

"For me?" Bei Hanyi stood up from the bench in embarrassment, desolately and disappointedly said: "You said it was for me? Could it be that I ordered you to kill people? You are the majestic king of a country, I am just a subject, how could you Such great ability can influence the Lord's decision!" Bei Hanyi's heart was surging, his face was calm, but his words trembled, he hated Sima Junrong so much that he used him as an excuse to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but he didn't know, In years that he didn't know, Sima Junrong had killed countless people.

"It's only now that I realize how much I deserve to die!" Bei Hanyi suppressed his sadness, but the tears fell uncontrollably: "If it weren't for me, my lord, you would be a virtuous and benevolent king."

"No! Absolutely not!" Sima Junrong resolutely said: "Because of you, I am just a tyrant. Without you, I can only become a tyrant through the ages!" It was full of deep self-blame and hatred, and the heartache was unbearable for a moment. He raised his hand and knocked Bei Hanyi unconscious, carefully wrapped him in his arms, and turned his head to stare fiercely at Hungu: "Old Taoist priest, you are really amazing! Just a few words can break Han Yi's mind, you have a good trick!"

Hungu shook his head in disapproval: "No, no, this is a dream, and the prime minister obviously has a grudge against you, that's why he lost his mind so easily. Before the lord came, he must have done something to make the prime minister angry Yu Huai's matter, otherwise it wouldn't be like this."

"What made him worry about it?" Sima Junrong was at a loss, thought about it for a while, and murmured: "I have never done anything that made him worry about it."

"Impossible! Absolutely!" Hungu insisted that Sima Junrong must have done something stupid, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "It is not difficult to save the prime minister, although it is impossible to save him personally, but as long as the Lord finds him Two types of people, just get two things from them."

"Which two types of people? What do you want to get?" Sima Junrong put his arms around Bei Hanyi's waist and pulled him into his arms.

"One is a person who listens to the words of animals, also known as Qianer Xianren, let him help you find a herbal medicine called osmanthus soul flower, and the other is a person of the Yemo tribe, also called Heyin people, I heard that the lineage of the Yemo tribe has a fairy vein, and its blood has a strong repairing effect. Take half a cup of his blood and use it to water the osmanthus soul flower. When the color of the osmanthus soul flower turns from golden yellow to white, pick its petals. Boil the root of the osmanthus soul flower in boiling water and drink it, and the poison will be cured." Hungu specially emphasized: "Yimeng Fushen has been dormant in the prime minister's blood, originally nothing happened, but the poison of Yimeng Fushen is the most taboo to get angry. Today If the prime minister gets angry, the toxin will definitely come alive. Therefore, the lord must find the osmanthus soul flower and obtain the blood of the Yemo tribe within 36 days to save the prime minister's life. Also, never let the prime minister get angry again , if not, even if you get the blood of the Osmanthus Soul Flower and the Yemo tribe, I am afraid it will be useless."

Hungu was easy to talk about, but it made others confused for a while. Li Duyao's head got dizzy three times when he heard it, and he said with a smile: "Old man, which of your words is true? Let's listen to it."

"Every sentence is true, if there is even half a sentence of falsehood, the sky will be struck by thunder." Hungu solemnly raised three fingers to the sky, turned to Sima Junrong and asked: "If you don't believe it, you don't have to pay attention, but my lord The Prime Minister should have seen the disease, if the poor guess is correct, the imperial doctor must have prevaricated the Lord with the excuses of overwork, qi and blood deficiency, etc."

Sima Junrong didn't expect the matter to be so serious. When he first found out that Bei Hanyi was not in good health, Sima Junrong had someone diagnose him, and it was true as Hungu said that the cause could not be found out. Because of this, Sima Junrong Rong Cai became more and more sure that Bei Hanyi had indeed been poisoned by Wei Wei.

Hungu was originally an outsider and could not be trusted. However, what he said made Sima Junrong very concerned, but what he said about the Osmanthus Soul Flower and the Yemo tribe made Sima Junrong full of doubts.

Li Duyao flipped a chess piece on his finger, and said slowly: "I know all kinds of herbs in the world, but I haven't heard of what is called Osmanthus Soul Flower, Osmanthus Soul Flower? Hehe, it can't be you Make it up, so you can get away? Old man, if you dare to play tricks in front of me, do you think I will chop off your hand or pull out your tongue first?"

Sima Junrong didn't care about Li Duyao and Hungu, so he picked up Bei Hanyi and walked out, regardless of whether it was true or not, he asked Qingliu to ask for clarification before talking.

When walking out of the small courtyard, Hungu sighed from afar: "Young Master Liu is running out of time, but he can still drink tea and play chess calmly. He really deserves to be the master of Xiaoyaomen..."