Monarch and ministers are the same

Bei Hanyi put his knees against Sima Junrong's chest, looked into his eyes coldly and smiled quietly: "Look at the lord, you are so anxious, you have misplaced your hands." He reached out and touched Sima Junrong's arm , grabbed it and twisted it, Sima Junrong let out a hey, and withdrew his hand.

Sima Junrong was originally on a whim, and was pinched by Bei Hanyi, and immediately lost interest, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

Although he knew that Sima Junrong had a particularly strong obsession with him, Bei Hanyi still didn't want to be too obedient to Sima Junrong's wishes. Too much obedience to him would make him make progress, and he had to know how to play hard to get him to last forever.Sima Junrong didn't know about Bei Hanyi's thoughts, and blindly broke his heart several times.Bei Hanyi's bright eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, he smiled lightly, and said with some helplessness: "I know you have endured so much, but there is a dream floating in me, if it is because of you and me..." After a pause , vaguely said: "Didn't you harm me?"

Sima Junrong reached out to hold Bei Hanyi's hand, and rubbed it on his chest: "The Taoist priest said, as long as you don't get angry."

"Extreme joy begets sorrow. It's more harmful than anger. You want to harm me?"

Sima Junrong sat up suddenly, lying on Bei Hanyi's body in a vain state, but Bei Hanyi was taken aback, looking at Sima Junrong's sudden serious eyes, he became uneasy: "What's wrong?"

"Han Yi, you actually like what I do to you in bed, right?" Sima Junrong asked too seriously.Bei Hanyi was taken aback, covered his mouth, shook his head vigorously, and argued anxiously: "No, I..." But he didn't know what he was denying, so he blushed to the back of his ears.

After a long while, he suddenly changed into a different person, calm and calm, his eyes full of calmness: "So what, when I knew that you and Shangfeng were still having such a fling, I wished I could kick you to death and said yes." You are the one I love, and you are the one who is doing things behind my back, or is it that you and I are still inseparable?"

Bei Hanyi suddenly burst into tears: "If you really don't like me, you don't have to keep me. I'm still a majestic man of seven feet. I can't stand up to the sky wherever I go. I can't stray from you? I just don't believe it. I am both talented and beautiful. A prime minister can't compare to a servant who waits around!"

Sima Junrong was stunned, he was speaking well just now, but in a blink of an eye, how could he change his face faster than turning a book, Sima Junrong stretched out his hand to hug him, but was stopped by Bei Hanyi: "Don't touch me!" Then she burst into tears Said: "You just fool around with those servants! If you leave a Shangfeng, don't you still have a Shanghua and a Zhixue? You go to them, don't come to me, what am I? Even if you are really with me Together, I can't mother the world!"

"We can't respect the world as a mother, let's respect the world as a father." Sima Junrong coaxed him.

"Fart!" Bei Hanyi was even more sad: "Which dynasty have you ever seen the saying that the father is respectful to the world? I said that this is innocent love, but you don't believe it, so you insist on pestering me. Now I treat you With one mind and one mind, you don't have two minds, but you have learned to attract others, and you have other ideas in your mind!"

"When did I attract bees and butterflies?" Sima Junrong pressed his temples with a headache, and sighed helplessly. He couldn't understand what Bei Hanyi was thinking, and he just didn't believe Sima Junrong. This heart?

"Shang Feng!" Bei Hanyi gritted his teeth and said, heartbroken, "That's right, if a woman can carry on your family, what am I?"

"Shang Feng is dead, and he has been dead for a long, long time." Sima Junrong repeatedly emphasized: "I like you, how can I easily transfer my love to another? Stop making trouble, Han Yi, come, I will accompany you to bed. "

Bei Hanyi became more and more violent, pushed Sima Junrong, turned over and pressed on his chest, looking straight into Sima Junrong's eyes: "If you dare to change your love, I will cut off your Sima family's relationship." Roots, not to mention branches and leaves, even women are not allowed to touch!"

He can be ruthless, with a vicious look that seems to bite off Sima Junrong's neck in the next moment, but Sima Junrong is used to Beihan Yigu's demeanor of being cold and cherishing words like gold, seeing him like this today, he was shocked and happy As soon as my heart felt hot, I turned over and pressed the Beihan clothes under my body. After some intimacy, it was a beautiful situation.

The rain is like fog, the red walls with flying eaves, and the pavilions with red windows are all misty in the rain and fog, like poetry and picturesque, like a heaven.A gray sparrow fell on the window sill, jumping up and down chirping on the window sill.

Sima Junrong left the early court, and after discussing state affairs with the civil and military officials in the imperial study, he hurried to the Palace of Wuyang.As soon as he arrived at the gate of the temple, a sparrow jumped onto his arm with a whoosh, and twittered a few times.

Sima Junrong took a look and saw that a small paper tube was carefully tied to the sparrow's slender calf. Sima Junrong carefully took the sparrow and unwrapped the letter. The paper was only half the size of a thumb. Wrote four words: sexual abstinence.

His face darkened, he smashed the note into pieces, snorted disdainfully, and went into the hall to look at Bei Hanyi.

Bei Hanyi woke up a long time ago, reading a book without looking sideways, wearing only a middle coat, the neckline was loose enough to reveal some hickey marks, Bei Hanyi didn't seem to know it, and sat lazily at the round table, holding a book in one hand and a book in the other. With only a silver spoon, I drank the soup in the bowl one after another.

Yang Youfu stood aside and waited on him cautiously. When he saw Sima Junrong coming in, he raised his voice and said, "The lord is back."

Bei Hanyi didn't respond, and kept his eyes down, reading a book and drinking soup.Sima Junrong was not angry either, and sat beside him and asked, "What good words did you read today?"

"Left is left, gentlemen are suitable. Right is right, gentlemen have it. If you have it, it is like it." Bei Hanyi took a sip of the soup, and said slowly: "I am thinking, how did you get from it? In this poem, I realize the love of wind, flowers, snow and moon."

Sima Junrong couldn't help but said: "You study this, why don't you just ask me." Sima Junrong paused, with a slightly hesitant expression: "Han Yi, are you still worried about Shang Feng?"

"Who?" Bei Hanyi snorted coldly, even his voice carried a sense of aloofness that cannot be underestimated: "Hmph, Zhenzhen's heart is not too small to accommodate a dead woman, and what kind of bastard are you? It couldn't be clearer, you must have done something wrong, so what right do I have to worry about it?" He stuffed the book into Sima Junrong's hand, and said to himself: "Qingliu is not at the house, and I will finish my meal in a while. Take me home."

"No." Sima Junrong flatly refused: "Qingliu is not in the Prime Minister's Mansion, you can't go back." But this was not what he was thinking about. If Bei Hanyi was open-minded, what was going on last night?Sima Junrong thought about Bei Hanyi again in a flash, he was always reserved and tactful in his feelings/things, even if he was shy, he couldn't tell.Sima Junrong couldn't help but chuckled from the bottom of his heart.