Your Majesty, You Can't

"Your Majesty..." He Lanzhi helplessly dissuaded him again, holding Yan'er's head and sending him back to lie flat on the bed, "Yan'er is sick, please speak softly."

If other people dared to ask the emperor to lower the volume because of the crown prince, it is estimated that they would be dragged out by Zhao Yin's order and punished thirty times for contradicting the emperor.However, once the person who made the request was replaced by He Lanzhi, then Zhao Yin could only endure it aggrievedly, expressing his dissatisfaction by staring angrily at the satisfied little nephew on the bed who was full of tofu.

"Your Majesty, come and coax His Royal Highness to sleep." He Lanzhi tucked up the quilt for Yan'er, "Your Majesty, go and change into casual clothes first, you must be tired after wearing the crown for so long."

Zhao Yin thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Then after you coax him to sleep, come and wait for me at the place where I change clothes."

In the end, it still had to rely on He Lanzhi's help to coax the son of the Zhao family to sleep.

The young emperor walked back to his palace in frustration, and let the maids and eunuchs who were serving him take off his crown and put on casual clothes one by one.Immediately, the palace people retreated and stood quietly in the wing room alone, staring at the wide open door and waiting for He Lan's arrival.

After about half an hour, He Lanzhi, who finally put the prince to sleep, rushed over, and brought along the diagnosis given by the imperial physician when he was put to sleep.

What His Highness the Crown Prince was infected with was just a common wind-cold, and after taking a few patches of medicine and sweating, he would be cured within a few days - the imperial physician said so.

"Your Majesty." He Lanzhi walked into the bedroom and saluted respectfully, then raised his head and asked with some doubts, "You asked me to come here to—?"

"Close the door." Zhao Yin ordered lightly.

He Lanzhi glanced at Zhao Yin hesitantly, and finally followed the emperor's order, walked over and gently closed the carved wooden door.

"So?" He Lanzhi who had closed the door turned his head, "What is the reason for closing the door?"

"In order not to be seen, because I want to hug the Prime Minister." Zhao Yin opened his arms in a hug gesture, "Father Xiang, hurry up and hug me."

Looking at the young emperor who suddenly became childish, He Lanzhi twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly and complained, "Are you still a child... Your majesty should be punished for this batch of memorials."

"Yes, I'm still a child." Hearing He Lanzhi's words, Zhao Yin simply lost his face and admitted brazenly, "I'm nine years old this year."

"It's nineteen!" He Lanzhi emphasized solemnly, and he put his hand on the door and prepared to leave, "Weichen will wait for you in the imperial study."

However, before he pushed open the door, He Lanzhi felt someone grabbing his waist, and before he had time to react, the hand grabbing his waist took him He turned his head back, and then his whole body was tightly wrapped into someone's arms.

"Don't go." Zhao Yin said muffledly against He Lanzhi's thin back, and the hot and humid breath he exhaled sprayed on He Lanzhi's skin through the brocade clothes, "You are mine, and no one can snatch you away." Walk."

Hearing Zhao Yin's words, He Lanzhi suddenly paused when he wanted to break free, and the hand on Zhao Yin's wrist no longer made any resistance.

"Yes—" He Lanzhi's warm hand gently covered the young emperor's big hand with strong bones, and a warm and helpless smile appeared on his lips, "He Lanzhi's life is the emperor's."