Monarch and ministers are the same

At the beginning of March, thick clouds billowed in the sky, and spring thunder came in bursts, but in an instant, a long-lost spring rain suddenly moistened the whole world.

The window was half closed, creaking in the wind.There was lightning outside the window, but the house was surprisingly quiet.Bei Hanyi lay quietly on the simple pear-carved plum bed, his white clothes were like snow, his face was beautiful, but his face was as pale as frost, his expression was dull and lifeless and peaceful.His eyes were half-closed, he was as motionless as a piece of wood, he didn't know where to throw the hairpin, his black hair was disheveled under his shoulder, and the sound of his shallow breathing was drowned in the sound of rain and thunder outside the door.

Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door, and a person's anxious voice mixed with the sound of the rain said: "My lord, are you okay? Qingliu can go in." There was a moment of silence outside the door, before the person inside the door could respond, The door was pushed open with a bang, and there was a burst of pattering rain in the room, thunder boomed, and lightning quietly wiped the sky.

When Qingliu saw Bei Hanyi lying upright on the bed, he rushed to the bed in a few steps, his voice suddenly changed, and he said urgently: "You have been lying like this for three days without eating or drinking, if you continue like this, How can the body bear it, young master, you should move a little bit, move a little bit, young master..."

Qingliu looked miserable, and cried for a long while, but Beihan's clothes didn't move, he got up, stomped his feet resentfully, and ran directly into the rain curtain.

"Actually, I've always known that sooner or later it would become like this, it's just a matter of one day sooner or later." Bei Hanyi's eyes rolled slightly, thinking silently, listening to the continuous rain outside the door, could not help but Feeling more and more exhausted, the eyelids were as heavy as lead, and I still couldn't help sighing: "Three days, oops, I've reached the limit..."

"Cold clothes, cold clothes, cold clothes..."

The sound of the rain gradually weakened, the sun quietly pierced through the thick clouds, and the wind blew across his face with a slight coolness. His vision was clearly blurred, but surrounded by bright and warm light, Bei Hanyi saw An anxious handsome face kept swaying in front of his eyes, Bei Hanyi stretched his pupils, and immediately heard an earth-shattering thankful voice: "Hanyi, are you awake?"

Bei Hanyi blinked his eyes, but the eyeballs did not move. The breeze shook the bright yellow tent roof. When he looked carefully, he saw the water patterns on the roof of the tent lightly rippling like water. Bei Hanyi looked interesting, and suddenly Laughed: "Interesting."

The person guarding the bed screamed again, "Hanyi, what's wrong with you? What are you laughing at? Look at me, I'm Sima Junrong."

When Bei Hanyi heard the name Sima Junrong, the expression on his face suddenly became dull and serious, like a puppet, and there was no emotion in his eyes.Bei Hanyi only felt that his hands were extremely cold, as if his hands were frozen in ice, and his joints ached from the cold.

Sima Junrong looked at Bei Hanyi's expression in astonishment, gritted his teeth angrily, turned his head and roared at the white-bearded old man who was kneeling on the ground: "If you can't cure Prime Minister Bei's illness today, I will punish your ten clans! !" Tete bit the ten clans bitterly.

The white-bearded old man touched his forehead to the ground in fear, and his body trembled like chaff, begging for mercy: "My lord, please forgive me. Prime Minister Bei's illness is caused by his heart. It must be because of something that has accumulated a knot in his heart. I'm afraid there is something wrong with him because he can't think about it for a while. I'm stunned, I really can't do anything, I hope the Lord will enlighten me!"