Monarch and ministers are the same

I heard Sima Jinghua scold again: "It's alright, alright, you don't care what to do, I think brother Wang is still enjoying it, just worry about it." Sima Fuzhuo's expression became more careless, and he said sarcastically: "Hmph, a Stupid, dumbfounded, it's really a perfect match today!"

Bei Hanyi's hearing was vague, and he didn't care about the meaning of the two of them's words, but he was worried about Sima Jinghua's face.Actually let him not take it to heart?joke!Expose his shortcoming in public, and still not allow him to take it to heart?Bei Hanyi squeezed a sneer between his teeth, and cursed secretly: "The Sima family doesn't have a single good thing!"

Bei Hanyi had always known Sima Fuzhuo's temperament, that person seemed indifferent to worldly affairs, but his mind was permeable and clear, and he never got involved in court affairs, even when Sima Junrong asked him about his thoughts on government affairs, he always had He is very good at eating wine, fighting poems, dancing swords, and ink. However, although Sima Fuzhuo has such a temper, no one dares to provoke him, because his mouth is poisonous enough.

All the ministers stood in the court hall for half a stick of incense, but Sima Junrong was not seen for a long time, and the ministers began to discuss.But Bei Hanyi thought deeply, but was a little worried.He put on a casual and indifferent look on his face, and his eyes always glanced at the high position.

Sima Fu cut gorgeous brocade clothes, with slender eyebrows and long eyes, the two thin lips were slightly pursed, the old god put his hands together, closed his eyes, with a faint sneer on his lips, and said coolly: "Oh, the Lord is going to stop the court? It's really interesting. A while ago, the prime minister was sick and took leave for more than a month. He finally recovered from his illness. It was the first time to go to court, but the Lord did not show up. What's the matter? Even the storyteller I can’t make up such a clever script.”

"What does King Su mean by that?" Bei Hanyi also sneered, staring at Sima Fuzhuo coldly, with anger clearly in his eyes.But Sima Fuzhuo let out a laugh, his brows and eyes melted like frozen spring water, and even the bottom of his eyes sparkled with a smile: "The prime minister is a smart man, if you can understand as many meanings as you can understand, then there are so many meanings." , what do you understand to mean, that is what it means."

Bei Hanyi was about to open his mouth to refute it, but Yang Youfu barged in with a very long tune: "The Lord is here."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became serious, and each of them stood up and shouted long live my king, and stood at the bottom of the steps with their heads bowed.

Sima Junrong walked steadily to the golden seat of Kowloon, and with a glance, he saw His Highness Bei Hanyi who bowed his head respectfully, his eyes became complicated in an instant, and he wanted to run down and ask: Are you still angry with him?Finally pressed down, he leaned back on the seat and stared at Bei Hanyi with burning eyes, but he said with a leisurely smile: "There are a few interesting things in the paperwork I wrote yesterday, I will tell you about them today, find some Lele."

The following group of courtiers were silent, and each of them was extremely reserved.Sima Junrong said coldly: "Master Su, Master Che, can the two decide the winner?"

Taishi Su and Taifu Che came out to kneel in panic, Taishi Su's face was full of fear, he bowed his head and pleaded guilty: "The lord is merciful, it's because the old minister was confused for a while, I hope the lord will forgive me."

Sima Junrong couldn't help but said: "This is strange, I haven't said anything yet, why do you want me to forgive you? Taiwei Che, why don't you tell me?" The ruthless coldness in the words was poured out A bucket of snow water in the twelfth lunar month is cold all over the body, until it is cold to the bone.