Monarch and ministers are the same

In the dead of night, only the lights flickering, the sky is full of stars, and the ground is clear and bright.Sima Junrong carried Bei Hanyi back to Wuyang Hall, but before reaching the gate, Yang Youfu who was guarding the gate came up to meet him: "Master, you are finally back, Young Master Qingliu has been waiting for a long time." Bei Hanyi said with concern: "Prime Minister, this is..."

"Asleep." Sima Junrong said, and raised his legs to enter the hall.

Qingliu was sitting in front of the sandalwood table, drinking tea with a teacup. Seeing Sima Junrong coming back, he stood up in a kind manner, went forward to greet him, and saluted: "Qingliu has met the Lord."

Sima Junrong snorted, and said with disdain: "I don't usually see you taking me seriously. What kind of courtesy are you playing with me?"

"Etiquette is still required." Qingliu said convincingly: "No rules, no circle." He turned around and followed Sima Junrong to the bedside, and waited for Sima Junrong to arrange Bei Hanyi before slowly opening his mouth: "What is that Taoist?" said?"

Sima Junrong looked at Bei Hanyi worriedly, then turned his head to stare at Qingliu, and said with a snort, "What did the Taoist say, you, the Immortal with Thousand Ears, wouldn't know?"

"I know, I know, Qingliu wants to know how much the Lord remembers?" Qingliu moved to the side of Bei Hanyi's bed, wanting to lean over to take a closer look at his face, but there was Sima Junrong beside the bed, Qingliu I had to straighten my neck to look, only to hear a slap, a black, soft thing with ears fell on Bei Hanyi's chest.

Sima Junrong asked in surprise: "What is this?" He reached out to grab it.

Qingliuyan quickly grabbed one of the black thing's calf, shook it in front of Sima Junrong, and said with a smile: "It's just a bat, I guess it was too sleepy and fell asleep lying on top of the slave girl's head, so it accidentally fell off. .”

Sima Junrong stretched out his hand to snatch the bat, but it fell with a loud noise, Qingliu withdrew his hand, stuffed the bat into the lapel of his chest, and said slowly: "It seems that the master didn't write down what the Taoist priest said. "

"what?"

Qingliu looked at Sima Junrong calmly, and after a while, said coolly: "It seems that the cousin of the slave must die at the hands of the master, so that the master will know the severity, I am afraid that when the time comes, My lord has opened my eyes, I'm afraid my cousin will lose his life."

Sima Junrong was upset and said impatiently: "Okay, what's the point of beating around the bush, since you know everything, Qingliu, what are you going to do, Immortal with Thousand Ears?"

"The osmanthus soul flower mentioned by the old Taoist priest is the sacred object of Wusi Mountain, and the Yemo tribe lives on Wusi Mountain. However, the world only rumors that there is Wusi Mountain, but few people can find Wusi Mountain. Mountain." Qingliu sighed: "It's another troublesome job, the master will stay in the palace to take care of his cousin, the matter of Osmanthus Soul Flower and the Yemo clan will be handled by slaves."

"What about the obsession?" Sima Junrong said: "I will find someone else to look for the matter of the Osmanthus Soul Flower and the Yemo tribe, so you should be busy with the obsession."

Qingliu smiled: "It's useless, if they can't find it, the servants will go out in person, even if they can find it, they may not be able to get away unscathed. The master should do it himself, and the servants will go to find Osmanthus Soul Flower and Yemo clan. If Qingliu doesn’t come back after twenty days, the Lord will treat Qingliu as dead.”

"Is it so dangerous?" Sima Junrong was terrified. He only thought that Bei Hanyi had been poisoned by a common poison, and a few herbal medicines could cure it, but he didn't expect that the matter was far beyond his imagination, not to mention that Bei Hanyi was poisoned. Worry, even if Qing stays here, I'm afraid there will be no return.He said worriedly: "Qingliu, if going here is really so dangerous, I won't let you go, you know Han Yi's temper, if he knows, he will definitely blame me."

"But even if the servants don't go, the master will force the servants to do it at the end. Now that you know what the result will be, you might as well be more sensible. It's for your cousin anyway. Qingliu has no complaints." While a trace of coldness appeared in all the deep eyes, it was as sharp as a dagger.

Sima Junrong turned his back to Qingliu, and after a long while, he said firmly: "You know that the only thing I care about is cold clothes, and everyone else is as low as ants to me. Don't say it's you Qingliu, it's In the whole world, I have never cared about it, what I want is that the cold clothes can stay with me in good health." He raised his head and looked directly at Qingliu: "Therefore, Qingliu, I can only wrong you."

"A king without benevolence and righteousness in his eyes cannot be wise." A muffled sigh came suddenly.Sima Junrong was taken aback for a moment, but when he saw Bei Hanyi slowly sitting up from the bed, Sima Junrong thoughtfully wanted to help him, but he avoided it lightly as if unintentionally, Sima Junrong felt a chill in his heart.

"Qingliu, you can go find some osmanthus soul flower or some Yemo tribe. Don't worry about finding them. If you don't come back, I will go underground to accompany you soon." Bei Hanyi knows that even if he is now He asked Sima Junrong to let Qingliu go, but according to his understanding of Sima Junrong, Sima Junrong would also secretly put pressure on Qingliu to do things.It's better to open up and say it, and save some twists and turns.

When Sima Junrong heard this, he became anxious: "You, Bei Hanyi, why are you saying such things?"

Bei Hanyi lay down again with his back to Sima Junrong as if in a fit of anger, and said calmly, "What I say is from the heart."

Qingliu felt that it was useless for him to stay longer, so he resigned and left on his own.

Sima Junrong sat silently by the bed, wondering how to make Bei Hanyi happy, but he heard Bei Hanyi complain: "You kill innocent people every time because of me, I feel very uncomfortable, you are so desperate For me, I am terrified."

"What are you afraid of? I am the one who should be afraid. What is your nature? You are upright and selfless, and you hate people who are inconsistent. I have done so many shameless things in private. If you know, then pay it back." Got it." Sima Junrong had a sad face, and said wryly: "You can take precautions, but you still can't, and you are so smart, I can't hide it from you."

"Did Shang Feng also be killed by you?" Bei Hanyi suddenly asked about it.

Sima Junrong immediately shook his head in denial: "No, I only knew she was dead after hearing it from others."

"I heard that you were lucky enough to visit her?" Bei Hanyi's voice was unknowingly tinged with anger.

"No, I was, I was so sick that day, let her..." Sima Fu'er whispered a few words into Bei Hanyi's ear, and Bei Hanyi's face instantly turned red to the back of his ears.

Sima Junrong was overjoyed and said: "It's still all your fault, if you didn't quarrel with me, how could something like Shangfeng happen?"

"You bastard/stick!" Bei Hanyi said bitterly, "It's obvious that you are wrong, but you are still making excuses!"

Sima Junrong liked Bei Hanyi's angry, hated, and helpless appearance the most, and couldn't help being flirtatious, and said in a snarky way: "I'm a prostitute, didn't you already know?" He smiled and leaned over Pressing on Bei Hanyi's body, his hands suddenly became restless.