The emperor accidentally burned down his bedroom while playing with fire.
Sima Ci was terrified. The emperor couldn't afford to get into trouble at this time. Fortunately, when he rushed to the palace, he saw Fang Zhiyi, with a black face, sitting by the bridge, looking at the bedroom that had turned to ashes.
Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand and wanted to borrow money from him to rebuild the palace. Sima Ci knew that the emperor had little money, so he sighed and took out the money. However, he didn't know that the emperor actually asked people to turn his bedroom into a foam factory. Just this one thing, Fang Zhiyi's wallet instantly bulged.
After the palace was repaired, Fang Zhiyi was in a good mood. He ordered someone to call Sima Cheng. They were very cordial when they met. They both loved wine and started drinking.
After three rounds of drinks, Fang Zhiyi began to talk about his father-in-law's family affairs.
"I'm not saying this, but I think you, my elder brother, are the right person to be the prime minister. You're not going to be a general, so why would you just eat sand in the northwest every day?" Fang Zhiyi burped. "If you were the prime minister, we'd drink together every day, and I'd have someone build you another palace here!"
Sima Cheng was a little excited at first, then his face looked a little gloomy. If no one said some things, people with carefree personalities would not think about them. But once someone said it, and this person had status and identity, and even stood on his side, Sima Cheng really took it to heart.
"Your Majesty, you don't know, my younger brother has been better than me in reading and writing since he was a child. I am also very happy about it. After all, he is my younger brother, right? But, forget it, I won't say it." He waved his hand and took another sip of wine.
Fang Zhiyi smiled and changed the subject. Some things become deliberate if said too much. He just needed to drive this thorn in. The princes of the imperial family fought tooth and nail for that shabby throne. With the power of the Sima family, how could there not be disputes among the sons? Are you kidding me?
Once, Sima Cheng forgot about it after he sobered up and rode his horse to the military camp. However, after two or three times, Sima Cheng's mentality gradually changed, especially when Fang Zhiyi said after drinking that when his father retired, he would get him a position of Duke. Sima Cheng was a little excited. He didn't want to be as scheming as his father and Sima Jue. He only knew that he had military power and could become a Duke, so why should he give in to Sima Jue?
Therefore, the more he looked at Sima Jue, the more he disliked him, especially since his father had been with him all the time these days and those ministers were also trying to curry favor with him. Sima Cheng's inner jealousy gradually burned.
Every time Sima Chengdu was summoned, it was in the name of the empress, and the eunuchs did not report anything. Sima Ci did not take it to heart. He knew that his daughter had a good relationship with his eldest son. He knew that the emperor was not smart, so it was normal for him to drink with his eldest son. He was now eager to hand over all the power in his hands to his youngest son, and had no time to take care of these things.
There was chaos in the northwest again, and Sima Cheng prepared to set off the next day.
Fang Zhiyi summoned him again, showing reluctance to leave. Sima Cheng was a little touched. He didn't expect that his brother-in-law really cared about him and even transferred a few people from the imperial guards to protect him. Although Sima Cheng refused, Fang Zhiyi was firm: "Brother-in-law, don't refuse. There are no eyes on the battlefield. If you get hurt, who will I go drinking with?"
"If something unexpected happens to you, do you want me to have a drink and chat with Sima Jue?"
As soon as he said this, Sima Cheng thought of his younger brother. If he were gone, he would surely become like his father, holding the military power, and he would die on the battlefield...
"Since that's the case, thank you, Your Majesty!" Sima Cheng immediately knelt down to express his gratitude.
"No, no, no, that's not enough. Then who is it, Fu Hai, you go too!"
Fu Hai: “Ah?”
"What? Life in the northwest is so hard. Take a few smart young eunuchs with you and have them serve my brother-in-law well!"
Sima Cheng was really touched, but it was a pity that his brother-in-law would die in a few days.
With Fang Zhiyi reluctantly bidding him farewell, Sima Cheng set off with a dozen imperial guards and several eunuchs.
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