Monarch and ministers are the same

Bei Hanyi said: "Last night, you played tricks on me again, look at me." He slightly opened his clothes to let Sima Junrong see the marks on his body, and said shamefully and angrily: "You bastard/worm , If I am a little careless, you will be daring, I will not stay in the palace, and let you take advantage of it for nothing."

Yang Youfu laughed out loud, Sima Junrong gave him a sideways glance, turned his head and pulled Bei Hanyi's hand flatteringly: "You still blame me, not you, last night was so violent, I almost couldn't stand it. "

"..." Bei Hanyi was taken aback, and shouted, "When did I have a fight with you, don't spit blood!"

Sima Junrong smiled lightly: "Okay, I know you are thin-skinned, so I won't mention this matter in the future."

"No..." Bei Hanyi laughed and said, "Why won't you mention this matter in the future? There was no such thing in the first place, so it's interesting for you to mention it?"

Sima Junrong was taken aback: "Then what did the two of us do last night? How much do you remember?"

Bei Hanyi recalled: "I said that extreme joy breeds sorrow..." He suddenly fell silent, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, his expression was calm, only his ears were pink to the neck.

Sima Junrong didn't dare to laugh blatantly, he grinned his white teeth and asked, "And then?"

"There's no more." Bei Hanyi said in a muffled voice, not daring to look Sima Junrong in the eyes, and urged: "Let's eat first, I can go back after eating."

Sima Junrong rubbed his hands, and persuaded him softly: "Stay for a while, and get used to being with you. If you are not by my side suddenly, I will be lonely."

Bei Hanyi snorted coldly, his face turned red, and he wanted to grab the hand that was in Sima Junrong's palm and withdraw it. After several attempts, he couldn't withdraw it, and gradually calmed down. After a while, he said mercifully, "Look at you For the sake of pity, I will stay for a few more days."

When Sima Junrong was happy, he forgot how to measure, put his arms around Bei Hanyi's shoulders, leaned over and kissed him hard, which made Bei Hanyi's face turn redder and his eyes glow with anger, but he never resisted.

Bei Hanyi was lethargic.Not long after eating, he crawled into bed in a daze and fell asleep.Sima Junrong sat on the edge of the bed and frowned worriedly. Yang Youfu also got angry when he watched from the side, and said worriedly: "The prime minister has become less and less energetic in the past few days, and this servant feels uncomfortable watching it."

Sima Junrong suddenly said: "You go out of the palace today, go to Tang'en Street to find an old Taoist priest named Hungu, and ask about the prime minister's poisoning, if you can't find him, go to King Jing's Mansion to find an old Taoist named Sanxi Slave. Go."

Yang Youfu didn't know why, so he still responded and went to work in a hurry.

Sima Junrong stretched out his hand to touch Bei Hanyi's cheek, and let out a leisurely breath.Get up and leave the palace of nothing.

As if floating in a dream, Bei Hanyi narrowed his eyes like a dream but not a dream, as if he saw himself when he was young.

At that time, he always looked cold, and no one dared to get close to him, only Sima Junrong, who came to play with him every day, took him to eat delicious food, play fun, he once encouraged Sima Junrong I personally climbed a tree to dig out the eggs, but the branch broke, and Sima Junrong fell from it. At that time, he was so frightened to death that he shouted anxiously: "If you die, what should I do? Who will take care of me?" Food? Who will take me to play for fun? Who will pick out bird eggs for me?"

Bei Hanyi thought, maybe at that time, he cared about Sima Junrong, but he didn't know that Sima Junrong was always by his side to protect him, and when he got used to it, it became a natural thing.

In fact, he already had Sima Junrong in his heart.

Bei Hanyi thought about it, and opened his eyes slightly, but his vision was blurred, and he seemed to hear his father's worried words in a trance: "This child, the poison has developed, and now he is sinking in a dream. It may take a long time." to wake up."

Another calm and teasing voice said: "Look at him laughing so hard that his mouth is split to the back of his ears. He's either dreaming of sex or dreaming of sweet dreams."

Bei Hanyi retorted vaguely: "Not really..."

The voice chuckled: "It seems that he hasn't completely sunk into the dream yet, so he has to be stimulated to wake him up, otherwise, it will take ten and a half months for him to wake up from this sleep, don't Zifan feel sad then? die."

"Prick him with a needle." Bei Zhenghan said, "Zi Nuan is my own son, I don't want to do it, you come."

"That can't be done, Zinuan is your own son, and he is still my son-in-law, and I can't do it." The voice couldn't bear it.

"Then let's stab him together. Anyway, we can't let him fall asleep." Bei Zhenghan suggested.

Bei Hanyi thought: These two are really ruthless.But his mind was still in a daze, and his reaction was very slow. He only heard a voice saying: "Okay, let's go." Bei Hanyi still thought: What's the matter?

After a while, there was a sudden pain in both toes, and they slowly climbed up like an ant biting. come together.

"Hanyi!" Sima Junrong had just ordered someone to move the booklets from the Imperial Study to the Wuyang Hall, and it took only a few quarters of an hour, and Bei Hanyi somehow happened.Sima Junrong rushed in directly, rushed to the bed in three steps at a time, hugged Bei Hanyi, and said in shock, "Hanyi, Hanyi, what's wrong?"

Bei Hanyi was silent for a while: "The foot hurts." He thought for a moment in a daze and said, "Just now, my father and your father seem to have returned."

"My father?"

"Yeah." Bei Hanyi said with a bitter face, "They pricked my feet, it hurts so much."

Sima Junrong let go of Bei Hanyi and walked to the end of the bed, lifted the thin quilt to see, a string of blood beads dripped from each of Bei Hanyi's two thumbs, Sima Junrong immediately felt distressed, and said angrily: "The attack is really ruthless." Leaning over and holding Bei Hanyi's feet, he blew a few breaths and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt after just a few breaths."

But he didn't know which acupoint the two needles were stuck on. The pain was so painful that Beihan couldn't sleep well, he just felt that his toes were all connected together, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even sleep.

When Yang Youfu came back from the palace, it was already past noon, and Yang Youfu reported that Priest Hungu had already wandered away, and he knew that Sima Junrong would still look for him, so he left a letter with Sanxi.

Sima Junrong opened the letter and read it. It was a big piece of paper, but he wrote eight words in the center of the paper with a very fine brush: Everything is in accordance with him, and sex is temperate.The words are as small as a mosquito, which made Sima Junrong very angry.

Qingliu never returned, he seemed to be trapped somewhere, but he sent many birds back to report his safety, the words were nothing more than asking Sima Junrong to take care of Bei Hanyi, and he would return to the palace soon.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, half a month will pass, the time is approaching, Sima Junrong has trouble sleeping and eating all day long.But Qingliu has never been seen.

Bei Hanyi fell asleep more and more deeply, often dreaming until dawn, no matter what Sima Junrong called him, it was difficult to stay awake for a moment.