Your Majesty, You Can't

Under Zhao Yin's almost helpless connivance, He Lanzhi was very happy to eat the crispy roast chicken that Xiao had wanted for a long time in the dining room of the palace.

"Retire, all of you." Zhao Yin raised his hand and waved away the palace people who were preparing to serve the meal, "I can just go with Xiangfu."

The palace people bowed and retreated, "I would like to obey His Majesty's order."

Zhao Yin responded, and turned his gaze back to Prime Minister He Lan, who could even eat roast chicken elegantly and generously across the round table.

At this moment, he could only sigh that God really gave He Lan a good skin, even if he ate a piece of fried chicken, he could have a demeanor that ordinary people can't do. Be decent.

However, although the posture is maintained elegantly, it is still unavoidable to eat a lot of oil.

"Father," Zhao Yin sighed, and took out a towel to wipe off the grease from the corner of He Lanzhi's mouth, "Even if it's a gift from the emperor, it's just a roast chicken, so there's no need to show such a happy expression."

He Lanzhi swallowed the crispy chicken in his mouth, and smiled at the little emperor with crooked eyebrows, "This smile is from the bottom of my heart."

That must be a genuine smile!He casually mentioned the roast chicken to the little emperor, and Zhao Yin asked the imperial chef to make roast chicken for him, not only that, but also wiped the corners of his mouth so considerately, he really couldn't control his excitement emotions.

Xiaoyin!Father Xiang didn't hurt you in vain! !

"Father Xiang, I'm not a chicken leg, don't look at me with bright eyes." Seeing that He Lanzhi was hesitating to explain, Zhao Yin waved his hand to signal him to shut up, "Father Xiang should finish eating the chicken first." talk later."

"...The minister obeys the order."

He Lanzhi obeyed the little emperor's order, and concentrated on gnawing on the golden chicken legs, with a look of relish, which made Zhao Yin feel a little greedy.

"Goo."

He Lanzhi seemed to hear the sound of someone swallowing saliva, and looked up at the opposite side of the round table, where the little emperor was playing with the white jade wrench in his hand, with an indifferent expression as if it had nothing to do with him.

But the problem is, apart from Zhao Yin, no one else can make such a sound.

Did the little emperor look hungry after watching him eat?

He Lanzhi pushed the chicken breast on the porcelain plate over, "Your Majesty, you can eat some too."

Zhao Yin secretly glanced at the delicious fried chicken, then quickly looked away and raised his chin arrogantly, "I gave it to Xiangfu, how can I eat it back? Also, when did I say I want to eat chicken?" gone?"

"Yes——Your Majesty." He Lanzhi reluctantly took back the roast chicken on the plate. Since the little emperor did not accept his favor, he continued to enjoy this fat and tender roast chicken all by himself.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhao Yin still has the attribute of being arrogant.

Hee, so cute.

Zhao Yin was uncomfortable being stared at by He Lanzhi's scorching gaze. He looked sideways and couldn't help but be attracted by the roast chicken on the plate, so he lowered his head and continued to play with his fingers, and at the same time found a topic to divert his attention.

"Father, are you ready for tomorrow's worship of the ancestral temple and sacrifice to the country?"

When the emperor asked about the business, He Lanzhi immediately put down the grilled chicken in his hand, wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, and replied solemnly: "If you want to return to the emperor, in order for your majesty to have a smooth sailing tomorrow, everything has been prepared. gone."

Zhao Yin responded, and slowly got up and walked towards the bustling carved window lattice, and stretched out his hand to push the window open.

The howling cold wind blowing into the room accompanied by snowflakes quickly dropped the warm room temperature, making He Lanzhi shiver uncontrollably.

"This year's auspicious snow is more punctual than ever before." Zhao Yin stretched out his palm out of the window and caught a transparent snowflake. "I think this year's national fortune will probably be smoother than in previous years."