Monarch and ministers are the same

"Cousin thinks the servant girl and Xiao Liu are not a good match?" Qingliu asked, frowning and pondering for a moment, before pondering: "Or do you think Xiaoliu is too childish, and it is difficult for the servant girl to have a good relationship with him?"

"It's not this." Bei Hanyi sighed directly, looking like he was hesitant to say anything: "Forget it, your business is up to you, and I have nothing to do with it." He was so curious that he couldn't help asking quietly: "Yin Qingliu is a member of the Yemo tribe, he knows magic spells?"

Qingliu sneered, and couldn't help but said: "Spells, if you believe in him, you have them, if you don't believe him, you don't have them, even if the ancestors of the Yemo clan did have magics, but until now, there is only a mortal body left. He glanced at Bei Hanyi: "Young Master, why do you ask this?"

Bei Hanyi shook his hand, and directly changed the topic: "When are you leaving?"

"Xiao Liu woke up and left." Qingliu said: "Xiao Liu is too innocent to be in this bustling place. If he stays for a long time, the servants are afraid that he will be exposed to worldly vulgarity and affect his state of mind."

"Protect him like this." Bei Hanyi sighed, "Since you have already made up your mind, I won't stop you. It's just that you should be careful when you go out alone. If you don't live well outside, you must come back." The appearance of a brother.For this servant who called him son since childhood, but never took him seriously, he was extremely reluctant and worried.

Qingliu nodded in agreement, with a calm expression, still a bit indifferent as usual: "My lord, you don't have to worry about these things, the slaves can save you, but the slaves are gone, and the return date is far away. I don't know what time this year will be. The one is the young master, although the young master agrees with the master, but the master's temperament, the young master needs to pay more attention, and must not let him commit murder again, be careful that the retribution will come too soon."

"I've made a note, you go." Bei Hanyi nodded indifferently.

Qingliu turned around to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Bei Hanyi: "Qingliu, wait, I have something, I want to ask you."

Qingliu said: "My lord, may I ask you?"

"Why do you defend me like this? Since you are so wealthy, why are you wronged in Beifu?" Bei Hanyi was confused about this matter for a long time, and today Qingliu was leaving, so he naturally wanted to ask clearly.

"This is what a servant should do." Qingliu rolled up her sleeves and looked down at her palm: "Although this servant was born to be a listener, none of the descendants of this line can get rid of the fate of loneliness and be with the young master. These years, Qingliu has benefited a lot, and he should repay him well." After finishing speaking, Qingliu bowed to Bei Hanyi and withdrew.

Bei Hanyi's heart suddenly felt heavy like a huge rock, and he sat on the corner of the bed, silently pondering the words Qingliu left behind.

Bei Hanyi knows Qingliu's temperament very well. Qingliu, who has always been stable, even if he has someone he likes, he is not so protective. The only reason is Yin Qingliu, and he is a member of the Yemo tribe. Identity is closely related.

A burst of sadness filled Bei Hanyi's heart, and he always felt that if Qing stayed here, he might never return.Perhaps Qingliu understands these things, but the master and the servant, both of them tacitly understood each other, but they never separated them, and they became foolish people who understood once.

Qingliu took Yin Qingliu and left without even saying goodbye.When Bei Hanyi recovered from his illness, Sima Junrong was overjoyed, he pardoned the world, and the whole country erupted.

Everything gradually calmed down again, but Qingliu's figure never appeared again.

After dinner, there was another patter of autumn rain, and the trees in the courtyard were thinned out a lot, and the fallen leaves were stained with mud and piled up under the trees, and the eyes were full of autumn.

Bei Hanyi held up an oil-paper umbrella and walked alone in the rain. When he passed the Babao Pavilion in the Imperial Garden, he went into the pavilion to take a rest.

Ever since Qingliu left, Beihanyi had been thinking about it a lot, but Qingliu was so heartless that he never even wrote a letter to his family, which made Beihanyi feel even worse.

Bei Hanyi stood for a while, staring at the rain curtain in a daze.A cloak was thoughtfully draped over his shoulders, only to hear Yang Youfu say: "Prime Minister, be careful about the weather, the wind is cold and the rain is cold, so don't provoke the wind and cold."

Bei Hanyi smiled: "Thank you, Eunuch, for your concern. Where is the Lord now?"

Yang Youfu said: "The lord is in the imperial study now, I heard that Liu Taibao has some important matters to discuss with the lord, no matter what happens, it will take half an hour to finish."

"Since I stepped down from the position of Prime Minister, the court has been fighting openly and secretly, and it's very lively. They all want to take over the fat position of Prime Minister..." Bei Hanyi smiled thoughtfully.

Yang Youfu said leisurely: "But what's the use of fighting over and over again? The Lord already has a candidate in his heart, but the Lord prefers to go to the theater, so he let them fight for it and became a leisurely spectator."

"I heard that Lu Jiangdeng, the second son of the first great general, came out on top, and the Lu family from a family of generals has also produced a civil servant." Bei Hanyi said enthusiastically, "It is said that Lu Jiangdeng is a rare talent with both civil and military skills. I’ve never seen him before, I really want to meet him someday to see if he’s really that powerful.”

"Since Prime Minister Lu has taken up the position of prime minister, he must not go in and out of the imperial study often. The prime minister can go and have a look at it when the time comes. The servant thinks that the master will definitely not object." Yang Youfu suggested.

"Eunuch, don't call me Prime Minister from now on. I'm no longer Prime Minister. Call me Young Master." Bei Hanyi let out a sigh of relief, held up an umbrella, and left the pavilion, ordering without looking back: "I'll go for a walk elsewhere. Father-in-law don't follow."

Eunuch Yang answered yes, and watched Bei Hanyi leave.

The newly refilled tea at his elbow was already completely cold, Sima Junrong looked down at Zhezi, and Liu Taibao babbled on about the ancestral etiquette that had been rotten in his ears, Sima Junrong didn't lift his eyes, and let Liu Taibao babble.

This Liu Taibao is also very interesting. He doesn't care about major national affairs, but Sima Junrong jumped out to show his loyalty when he decided to marry Bei Hanyi. Now, who doesn't know the matter of the Lord's heart and prime minister?When the love was not deeply rooted, they were all watching the show on the sidelines. The rice was cooked and cooked, but they jumped out to beat the mandarin ducks.

Sima Junrong could roughly guess Liu Taibao's intentions, isn't it just a show of loyalty?But this is too blind to see.

Liu Taibao paused for a while, his mouth dry and tongue dry, but Sima Junrong was calm and relaxed, it was debatable how much he listened to, and he said earnestly: "My lord, listen to what the old minister said, and think twice about marrying the prime minister. ah."

Sima Junrong hummed lightly, put down the booklet in his hand, and stared at Liu Taibao intently, until Liu Taibao's eyes showed fear, and then asked with interest: "I heard that Liu Taibao's grandson Liu Xuanqing It's past the year of ambition and learning, and it's in full bloom, I don't know, can we get married?" Sima Junrong's words were extremely frivolous, and Liu Taibao's face turned pale with horror.

Liu Taibao's thoughts suddenly became chaotic, and he said tremblingly: "Old minister, I suddenly feel unwell, old minister, I will retire."

Sima Junrong didn't respond, smiled coldly, and still stared at Liu Taibao without blinking. After a long while, he finally showed mercy, waved his hand and said, "Liu Taibao, step down."

Sima Junrong smiled, and continued to look at the book calmly.

"Looks like I'm in a good mood today." Bei Hanyi put away his umbrella, put it up next to the door, shook the rain on his sleeves and asked, "I met Liu Taibao on the way here. No." He cast a fixed glance at Sima Junrong: "Didn't he discuss state affairs with you?"

Sima Junrong smiled and said: "Of course it's a big deal. What about Yang Youfu, I didn't ask him to follow you all the time."