Monarch and ministers are the same

"Did you suffer from insomnia last night?" Qingliu tested him.

"No." Bei Hanyi's voice was filled with anger.

Qingliu pursed the corners of her lips, fell silent for a moment, and said leisurely: "The young master's eye circles are black?" He lifted the tea cover and blew on the tea foam, took a sip, and asked innocently, "Is it for the Lord? "Although there are doubts, the tone is full of affirmation.

Bei Hanyi slightly stopped the hand that was arranging the crown of hair, turned his head and glanced coldly at Qingliu, the anger in his eyes was almost out of the frame: "Qingliu, don't forget your identity, the master's business, when will you be needed?" Are you talking too much?"

But Qingliu was not annoyed, the eyes that glanced at Bei Hanyi were calm and quiet, like two unfathomable pools of water, looking into it, the whole body shivered with fear.His mind was a little too deep, he straightened up after a long while, saluted respectfully, and said softly: "Prime Minister Xie for reminding, this slave girl seems to have forgotten that she is just a bum, and she violated the rules, I hope the Prime Minister will forgive me."

Qingliu's sentences were full of respect, but his whole expression was full of arrogance. His two eyebrows like sword peaks were slightly raised, and there was a sense of arrogance in his brows.After he finished speaking, he slowly turned around and walked gracefully.

Bei Hanyi lowered his head and stared at his right hand, slapped his forehead violently for a long time, and cried out: "It's broken, I offended people." What kind of tricks will he come up with in order to get revenge?

In April, the sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly.Bei Hanyi hadn't gone to court for a long time, and along the way, many colleagues chatted with him, but Bei Hanyi somehow kept twitching his right eye, always looking a bit absent-minded, and just said a few hastily and perfunctorily.

"I heard that the prime minister has been ill in bed for a long time, but he has never visited the house. Please forgive me." A smiling voice came from behind. When he turned around, he had a flat look on his face, and he didn't show any emotion: "Thank you King Jing for your concern, I'm fine now."

King Jing Sima Jinghua was dressed in a golden silk brocade robe, tall and straight, handsome and unrestrained, with a slight smile, the corners of his lips were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were always speculative and always full of calculating emotions Well, Bei Hanyi looked down on him, so he was extremely indifferent to him.

But suddenly I heard a sneering Baoliang voice: "What are you pretending? You should have known that the prime minister has always lived in the harem, even if you step through the threshold of the prime minister's mansion, you will not see half of the prime minister." Isn't it?" The man in brocade who passed by the two of them clearly walked away, but backed away, just to say those two words, after finishing speaking, he glanced coldly at the rest of the people, raised his legs and left.

Sima Jinghua grabbed half of the sleeve of the man in brocade clothes, and said half angrily: "Fu Zhuo, why are you telling the truth? The prime minister's face is completely ruined by you." He turned his head and apologized helplessly to Bei Hanyi: "Prime Minister Haihan, my younger brother is ignorant, don't take it to heart." Even though he said so, there was clearly a narrow smile in his eyes, and he showed no remorse.

Bei Hanyi just watched quietly, the waves of anger in his heart overwhelmed the waves, his hands were already shaking in his sleeves, but he pressed the corners of his lips tightly, holding back, turned around and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

After walking a few steps, I still heard Sima Fuzhuo's disdainful voice from a distance: "If it weren't for Brother Wang's protection, even if the Prime Minister had a thousand heads, he would have already chopped them off. He doesn't know that Brother Wang is so Why defend him."