Monarch and ministers are the same

Yang Youfu looked at her sympathetically, shook his head and sighed for a long while: "Go down." After hesitating for a while, he said: "It is your blessing to be favored by the Lord, don't insult this Blessing."

Shang Feng answered "Yes" lightly, and couldn't see any other emotions in her, but only drew a long shadow on the ground with wounds.

Yang Youfu asked Yu Yuyu: "Yu Yu, please."

The window of the pavilion was still covered with last night’s rain, damp and heavy, the wind blowing away from the window, the bright yellow gauze swayed slowly, a shadow was wrapped in a big ball inside, and the sound of heavy and sickly breathing undulated with one long and one short.

Upon hearing the sound of breathing, Yu Yu frowned, rushed to the bedside a few steps, and without caring about the courtesies, lifted the veil and looked at Sima Junrong's blushing face, panicked for a moment: " My lord, this is a severe fever. I am afraid that the wind and cold have entered the body for a long time, and the body that is already extremely cold will be stimulated by the quilt. The minister will prescribe the medicine first, Eunuch Yang, you can twist it Put the towel on the Lord's forehead."

Yang Youfu didn't know how to turn his head, the master fell unconscious, nodded repeatedly, and was about to turn around when Sima Junrong suddenly yelled: "Hanyi!" Yang Youfu was startled, rubbing his chest At a glance, Sima Junrong just curled up and shrunk under the quilt, smacked his lips, and murmured in a low voice: "You have to come back, you have to come back..." His voice gradually weakened.

Now it's really burnt out.

Standing in front of the closed vermilion door of Wuyunxuan, Qingliu saw some red paint rubbed off from the corners of the lintel, her brows furrowed slightly, thinking that it was time to repair Wuyunxuan, so she bent down and stretched out her hand to pick it up. He dropped a piece of red paint that was about to come off, and looked at it on his finger, then remembered to knock on the door of Wuyunxuan: "Young Master, the morning light is still good, come out and have a cup of morning tea, Young Master?"

Qingliu knocked for a while, seeing no one answered at the door, she was also surprised, obviously went to the morning court, but the man came back early before the time came, once she came back, she didn't say anything, she put on a face, got into Wuyunxuan and responded ,What's going on here?Qingliu pondered for a moment, then knocked on the door again.

Beihan's court clothes had not changed, and he was sitting at a mahogany round table with two bats behind a three-page folding bamboo and moon screen. There was a knock on the door, but he didn't know where his thoughts went.

The dragon is slightly ill.Bei Hanyi only memorized these four words that Yang Youfu read out while standing on the ninth step, and couldn't listen to the rest.Although he knew that Sima Junrong was surrounded by divine doctors, but for some reason, he couldn't let go of his heart.

He didn't want to think about Sima Junrong, but his heart was full of him.Bei Hanyi was restless, he picked up a purple sand ice-patterned cup and held it in his palm, when he suddenly heard Qingliu calling out in panic: "My lord, hurry up, the Lord is here."

Bei Hanyi's eyes lit up suddenly, and for a moment, his body turned out of the screen earlier than his thoughts, and he opened the door with a bang: "Where is he?" Looking around, there was no shadow of Sima Junrong.

Qingliu lowered her head with a muffled smile, coughed lightly, and pretended to be surprised: "The servant just saw a person walking past, the servant thought it was the master coming up, so it wasn't."

Bei Hanyi looked dazed, disappointment spread from the bottom of his eyes, he clenched his fists in his sleeves forbearance, and angrily scolded: "Qingliu!!" But he didn't know what to scold him.I just felt something subconsciously surge up in my heart, neither hatred nor anger.

Apparently looking like he was about to cry, Qingliu looked at Bei Hanyi's colorful expression in amazement, the lord was sick, and he was so worried about it, how could he be so heartless?Qingliu said: "Since you are worried, you might as well go to the palace to have a look. If your lord knows that you are going, you will be very happy."

"Don't go!" Bei Hanyi resolutely said, as if annoyed with someone, he turned around angrily and slammed the door behind him.

Qingliu rubbed his nose inexplicably, and couldn't help but sneer: "Angry and angry? Ever since the young master and the lord got entangled, the calm state of mind in the past has also fluctuated. If the young master is willing to be more calm, the master and the young master, Xu Neng will be less Suffer some lovesickness."

After saying these words, even Qingliu felt emotional in his heart, he was sure that Bei Hanyi could hear the words clearly, he stopped again, turned around and walked outside.But he heard the rich door behind him slam open, Qingliu stopped to look back, saw Bei Hanyi looked at him coldly, and said very slowly: "If the one who loves you is a man, how can you Qingliu be so calm?"

"Why not? The world is in a hurry, and it is fleeting. It is a blessing to have someone who is willing to fall in love with you. The slaves envy the young master very much, but the young master is in the blessing and does not know the blessing. Could it be that the young master has no love for the master?" No?" Qingliu asked back.

Bei Hanyi was so blocked that he couldn't say a word, and he said in a low voice for a while, "But he is the lord after all, the lord of a country, how can I, a mere subject, take it arbitrarily."

"Don't you always feel that you are not worthy of the master?" Qingliu seemed to hear a ridiculous joke, and his eyes widened: "The master almost kneels down for you, the young master is so dull "Qingliu sighed sadly: "No wonder the master wants the overlord to bow hard, he was really forced out by the young master."

"Qingliu! Talk nonsense!" Bei Hanyi said anxiously, "I never thought about it that way."

Qingliu didn't bother to argue with him, so he asked a few perfunctory words: "My son is in extremely poor health, and he willfully refused to listen to the imperial doctor's orders so as to eat medicine and food, and now he hides in the room every day and does not go out, my son What are you going to do? Just live in such a vague way? Live like this for the rest of your life?"

Bei Hanyi's mind was wavering, and he said ambiguously: "I'll talk about the future."

I thought that I would distance myself from Sima Junrong and draw a clear line. From then on, the ruler is the ruler and the minister is the minister, and there is no other involvement, but I didn't think that the farther the distance was, the more chaotic my thoughts would be, and I couldn't even restrain my temper. Qingliu didn't know how many times she laughed and teased her.

Bei Hanyi was in a daze again, covering his eyes in bewilderment, and sighed sadly: "Let me be quiet for a while."

This Bei Hanyi is now less and less like the calm and indifferent Bei Hanyi of the past. Even though his heart is like an iceberg, it is now slowly crumbling, melting, and purifying because of Sima Junrong.

It's just that he himself doesn't know that this vacillating mind is just a word of love in the final analysis.

The doors and windows of the room were completely covered, not even a glimmer of light could get in.The room was pitch-black, under the table in the study, there was a person curled up, his eyes glistening, but there was a gloom between his brows, Bei Hanyi hugged his knees, motionless.

Sima Junrong treated him differently from ordinary people since he was a child. Although he was cold-hearted and never showed Sima Junrong a good face, Sima Junrong never annoyed him, probably because Sima Junrong was too tolerant from the beginning. Because of watching him, he has always been bolder than ordinary courtiers.

Thinking about it now, Sima Junrong tolerated him so much because he was in his heart, and did he have Sima Junrong in his heart?Bei Hanyi was confused.