Monarch and ministers are the same

Even though the night was dark, under the moonlight, Sima Junrong still caught a trace of anger from Beihan's icy cold eyes, and his words became softer without realizing it: "That day when I saw the king take off his shirt in front of all the officials, When I provoke Jinghua, I admire Zhengwang a little. I always wonder if my Hanyi likes me? Zhengwang and Jinghua are two deadly enemies who dare to talk in public, why is my Hanyi stingy with a gentle smile? I?"

Sima Junrong held Bei Hanyi's hand tightly, and then moved slightly closer before continuing: "I have liked you since I was a child, and you have always known that when I was a prince, Han Yi said that a prince should look like a prince, that he should look like a prince It is important to study political affairs, not to focus on emotion and ruin Gangchang and the prestige of the prince. I also think Hanyi's words are reasonable and I believe them. But when I became the king of a country, Hanyi, you always You should think about it for me, but what did you say? You said that I am the lord of a country. When I first entered the palace, I should focus on government affairs. I think so. After all, I was only enthroned at that time. Children's affair, Ke Hanyi, why do you still refuse to accept me even though my throne is stable, and you say that there is a difference between monarchs and ministers, you really broke my heart."

"You are so domineering, you don't want me to say a word about feelings, but after a long time, I am also afraid that you will say something that is ruthless to me." Sima Junrong rambled with no intention of stopping, just a voice Unknowingly, the pressure was extremely low, with a faint trill of despair: "I thought, maybe I should take the initiative, but I was still terribly afraid, and I drank two more glasses of wine that day to strengthen my courage, but Hanyi, I I never thought that you would reject me so resolutely. When I was drunk, I thought of the traces left by Zheng Wang's lips and teeth, and an extreme thought came to my heart. I also want to leave traces on you, so that The trace that you can't forget even if you want to, but I hurt you because of it."

There was a chill in Bei Hanyi's hand, he lowered his head, but said nothing, feeling Sima Junrong trembling slightly while holding his hand, but his heart was at a loss.

"I didn't realize what I had done until you stumbled out of Wuyang Palace. I wanted to see you, but I was afraid of seeing you sad and disappointed. I was always worried that you couldn't eat or sleep. Until Qingliu broke into the palace, I Only then did I know about your situation." Sima Junrong sighed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I was terribly scared at the time."

Bei Hanyi didn't respond, Sima Junrong also remained silent, the air between the two became quiet, Sima Junrong sighed for a long time and said: "I'll help you with the medicine first, it's okay, the lights are already off, even if you feel embarrassed, I will I can't see your expression either." Sima Junrong fumbled to open the medicine bottle, dipped in the medicine, and took off Bei Hanyi's lower garment with one hand. Rong Hu Wei.

He has never been very clear about his feelings for Sima Junrong, and because he didn't know, he was so worried about what happened on the fifth day of March, did he hate Sima Junrong for persecuting him?But my heart is confused, I can't say I hate it, but I have some resentment, but I don't know what I am resentful about.So when he returned to the mansion that day, he closed the door and thought about it, but in the end he dragged himself down.

When Sima Junrong's fingers touched the wound, Bei Hanyi bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes after a long time.In fact, there was not much pain on his body. Sima Junrong cherished him and would not hurt him more or less, but there was always a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't get over.