Your Majesty, You Can't

Some warm liquid flowed from the cheek to the lips.

The tip of the tongue only feels a piece of salty.

He Lanzhi closed his black eyes, trying not to let his lacrimal glands flow out of tears, "Where can we escape? What's the use of escaping?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a place to hide under the whole world!"

"The whole world... the whole world belongs to him, Zhao Yin. He can make me have nowhere to escape with a single edict, so where can I escape?" He Lanzhi asked hoarsely.

Song Huaiyu was speechless, and could only silently stare at He Lanzhi with red eyes from crying.

Two lines of clear tears in the eyes fell down in an uproar with the shrill announcement from the eunuch in the front yard——

"The emperor's gift has arrived!"

He Lanzhi pulled out a wry smile, and strode tragically towards the front yard. When passing by Song Huaiyu, he patted Song Huaiyu's slender shoulder pretendingly, "I'm leaving."

Song Huaiyu held his sleeves tightly, using all his strength to keep himself from crying out loud.

Obviously it was just a light pat on the shoulder, but it was like a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties, and it made him almost fall to his knees.

"My lord... don't go..." Song Huaiyu begged bitterly.

He Lanzhi's footsteps paused, as if he didn't hear Song Huaiyu's pleading behind him, he resolutely walked to the front yard, and half-kneeled in front of the eunuch who came with a congratulatory gift and said: "I thank the emperor for his kindness."

The eunuch looked at Prime Minister He Lan who was kneeling on the ground with a smirk, and asked in a strange way: "Does Master He Lan know what the gift His Majesty asked our family to bring?"

"Wei Chen doesn't understand."

"Your Majesty specifically asked our family to tell the Prime Minister what it is before the Prime Minister accepts the gift." The eunuch smiled and lifted the silk cloth covering the mahogany tray, "Your Majesty must taste the poisonous wine bestowed by the emperor. Nah."

He Lanzhi stared blankly at the silver bottle of wine on the wine tray, feeling a little dazed about the scene in front of him.

It turned out that the way Zhao Yin chose to kill him...was poisonous wine...

It seems that it is impossible to die.

It doesn't matter if you die, at least you can return to the modern age that you have been thinking about for a long time.

But inexplicably, I will be reluctant to part with this place in my heart.

I really want to struggle...

But if he raised his hand and overturned the wine tray and refused to drink the poisoned wine, he would probably be pushed to the ground by the guards behind the eunuch and forced to drink the poisoned wine, right?

After all, the king wants his ministers to die, so the ministers have to die.

Rather than die in such embarrassment, it is better to drink this glass of poisoned wine with the last bit of dignity.

The eunuch glanced at He Lanzhi's trembling thin lips, smiled and handed the cup filled with poisonous wine to the prime minister who was about to lose his composure, holding back his tears, "Please, my lord."

He Lanzhi smiled back, stood up decently, took the wine vessel, and looked down at the rippling Qiongye.

Immediately, tears dripped unpreparedly into the transparent wine.

He Lanzhi bit his lip and tried not to let his tears fall, but it was all in vain, the soreness in his nasal cavity became more and more intense, and the tears gathered in his eyes rolled down one by one uncontrollably.

So sad.

Zhao Yin, who let himself be treated with all his heart and soul, was able to give him poisoned wine so unfeelingly to die in spite of the little affection he had had in the past five years.

How could he be so cruel.

It turned out that I was just wishful thinking all these years. No matter how much I paid for Zhao Yin, even if I was so tired that I fell ill on the desk for him, Zhao Yin's heart would not be moved in the slightest.

Maybe they will mock him for being silly and affectionate.

It is obvious that I am working so hard to change He Lanzhi's image... I am clearly treating Zhao Yin with all my heart... Why did I still end up like this...

Why on earth are you paying...

He Lanzhi stared at the wine cup in his hand with tears streaming down his face, and finally closed his eyes in pain and drank it with tears in his eyes.

Song Huaiyu's heart-piercing cry rang in his ears.

That's all right, it's the fulfillment of Zhao Yin's wish, right?

Then just wait to die silently in the abdominal pain like a knife, right?

But the heart seems to hurt more than the abdomen... It's like being cut by a knife, it hurts so badly.

"I'm talking about He Lanzhi," a familiar voice suddenly sounded in front of him, "Is it necessary for the wine I bestow on you to be so moved?"