Yes, he and Gu Yanbo had a favor that Du Yu had lost. Since Du Yu wanted to repay this favor at this moment, it must be that Yan Bo's part. Yan Bo was about to enter the pass, and the emperor's birthday was also coming. Do Du Yu want to be the emperor of Jun Yi? If he really wanted to be this thought, it would be undeniable. He was really loyal to Jun Lingyan.

He actually appreciates Jun Lingyue a little.

He is different from his father. His father pays attention to the monarch and his subjects and finally the monarch family, but he is different. A Leng once said that if the world is peaceful and peaceful, what is the difference between who will be this emperor? And Jun Lingyan is really not like a monarch.

It is like the rotten wood that cannot be carved, the mud that cannot be supported on the wall. It is just a little more damaging to the creatures. It can be the monarch who makes the people healthy, that is, the monarch he wants to praise. In the face of the Jun family, since his father's affairs, he has never had any thoughts.

The king and the minister, after all, are the king and the minister. In the end, the minister who attempts to be friends with the king will not end up with a good outcome.

Although Sima Hua's words were very gentle, he could not see any tenderness when he looked at them. Ma Weibo felt a little uncertain.

"The master was just thinking about making some things look brighter in the general. Should he stretch his hand and how long he stretched it, he still had to make a living. The crucian carp was fresh, and it would be cooked in the mansion in the past few days." Ma Weibo said, and his face became a little cold.

The person who saw that he was the same was no longer the intention to continue disguising himself. Pretending to do more was just a waste of his energy.

"That's good." Sima Hua looked at the people walking on the road again, either idle or very fast, all running around for his livelihood and life. What's sad and lamentable is that he has never lived for himself.

Just because his surname is Sima, he will not have a day to live for himself.

Being free and happy has never belonged to him.

The life of Xianyun Yehe is afraid that he will have to wait for the next life. I wonder if he will meet someone like A Leng again in his next life. It is said that people cannot meet someone who is too amazing when they are young, either they will stay with her for the rest of their lives, or the rest of their lives will be her memories.

After Sima Hua finished speaking, he stood up and took the folding fan that had just been placed beside the desk, and was about to leave the Accord.

Ma Weibo looked at it and got up as well.

Sima Hua doesn't seem to be someone who is good to meet. For the sake of the present, he is just a good person to not tear his face.

Sima Hua left the Accord, but when he saw that Ma Weibo was not showing up, he turned around and said gently: "What, isn't the general going out with me to buy this crucian carp?" Sima Hua smiled, but his eyes were slightly cold.

Ma Weibo was confused for a moment, but he quickly reacted. Unexpectedly, Sima Hua really wanted to ask for it. For nothing, it was just a few crucian carp, and he could even cross the sky.

"It's coming." Ma Weibo said, and had to follow Sima Hua in shame.

After taking the old man, there were a few lively crucian carp. Ma Weibo waved his hand and called the servant behind him to withdraw the money. He just looked at the old man selling fish and looked at Sima Hua behind him. His face turned into pleats, and his eyes were filled with joy and respect.

"No, no. I can catch fish for General Sima, but I am lucky." The old man said, and put these crucian carp in the hand of the maid behind Sima Hua. While talking, he looked at Sima Hua very vigorously, as if Sima Hua was an extremely precious object.

"Why do you look at it like this?" Sima Hua said gently, with a gentle smile on his lips, which made him even more unparalleled.

"Oh, my old woman has always thought of seeing the rumored God of War. Old man, I am taking a look at her for a little more. When I go back, I also want to talk to the old woman, so I can open my eyes." The old man said, a little light burst out from his turbid eyes. Looking at Sima Hua, it was like looking at his faith.

The old man also spoke in a low voice. He looked at Sima Hua's outfit today and knew that this young master wanted to travel in a condom, so he was not easy for him to mess with people this week and disturb the young master's interest.

"I collected this fish, but I still have to give the money." Sima Hua said, giving Lingfeng a wink.

Lingfeng quickly took a bag of silver from his waist and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"The old man is still very happy to keep him. At this age, his livelihood is really not easy." Sima Hua said quietly, just caressing the old man's hand and holding him on the rattan chair next to the stall and sat down.

"Hey, um." The old man said tremblingly. After receiving the money, he felt very uneasy. He was trembling and was about to get up on the rattan chair. The turbid eyes reflected Sima Hua's clear eyebrows and eyes, and tears were also in his eyes. Now there are not many officials who think of them like this.

General Sima went to the battlefield for Jun Yi, and no one knew how many scars there were on his young body. His son also entered the military camp at that time. Although he came back alive, he was still sick. After going to the snow mountain, he had suffered from bone cold. If General Sima had not given his son money secretly, he would have gone west long ago.

Such a glut of money is enough for ordinary people to spend several years.

"Does your son still hurt your bones?" Sima Hua looked at the old man calmly, and thought of the once energetic young man who was with him.

"General still remember?! Why did the general work so hard? Well, good. My son is also a coach after being taken care of by the general, and he also has more money every month. But I, the old man, can't stop and think about fishing." The old man said, losing his strength in his hands, and he fell back into the rattan chair. Tears were in his dim yellow and turbid eyes.

I didn't expect that the general was still thinking about it. Yes, if it weren't for the general's care, how could his son have lived a better life today?

Alas, thanks to the general, why did he still want to collect the money? As he thought about it, he became more and more uneasy, he wanted to return the money to the general. Sima Hua naturally saw the old man's actions, but just held the old man's hand covered with calluses and fishy smell, and said gently: "It's not easy to hold it."
Chapter completed!