Your Majesty, You Can't

Since discussing the opening of shipping and treaty ports last time, Zhao Yin seems to have made a lot of efforts in private to persuade those stubborn ministers in the court, gradually softening the tough attitude of the ministers, and finally reluctantly It was agreed that the first batch of fleets representing this dynasty would go out of the customs.

Of course, regarding the formation of the team, it was naturally delegated by Zhao Yin to Prime Minister He Lanzhi to be in charge.

After all, he was the one who brought up this matter in the first place.In Zhao Yin's view, there should be no official who knows better than He Lanzhi how to select the talents needed by this fleet.

He Lanzhi, who took over this task, did not disappoint Zhao Yin's high expectations. After two rounds of written examinations and interviews, he carefully selected envoys with sufficient comprehensive abilities one by one.At the same time, in order to ensure the safety and deterrence of the fleet, he arranged on the fleet the latest firearms developed by the Ministry of War and soldiers who can skillfully use them.

After everything was ready, He Lanzhi took his officials to bid farewell to the country's first batch of diplomats in person, and after sending blessings such as a safe journey, He Lanzhi waited patiently Good news for their return.

In this way, the task entrusted to him by Zhao Yin was finally successfully completed.

Even though He Lan's efficiency was astonishingly high, the task of arranging the fleet's personnel still took him half a month.

Usually after leaving the court, apart from communicating with the young emperor about government affairs in the imperial study, He Lanzhi had no time to communicate with Zhao Yin on more topics, so naturally he didn't know what Zhao Yin was secretly preparing recently.

The result of devoting almost all his attention to the matter of the fleet was that He Lanzhi found sadly that the distance between himself and Zhao Yin seemed to have been widened a lot.

Xiao Yin doesn't pay much attention to him recently...

After completing a project that I like very much, I should be happy.However, if He Lanzhi thought that if he would become estranged from the young emperor because of this matter...then he would rather hand over this project to others.

"Ugh……"

After handling the government affairs that belonged to the prime minister, He Lanzhi let out a sigh while propping his chin, then buried his head in the pile of books dejectedly.

Hearing this, Zhao Yin turned his head to look at the beautiful Xiangfu lying limply on the desk, and couldn't help asking a little funny: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." He Lanzhi took off the books on his head and tidied them up sullenly, got up and bowed respectfully to Zhao Yin and said, "The work of my minister has been completed. If there is nothing wrong with your Majesty, then the Your Majesty, please pardon me and take my leave first."

"Wait a minute." Zhao Yin called He Lanzhi who was about to leave, and took out an unknown object from the drawer of the desk.Under He Lanzhi's puzzled eyes, he strode up to him.

"Here." Zhao Yin smiled and held a small wooden carving in front of He Lanzhi with both hands, "For you."

He Lanzhi pointed at himself incredulously, "Is this...for Weichen?"

"Yes."

It was rare for Zhao Yin to grin like an ordinary boy. Looking at such a smiling face, He Lanzhi felt his heart pounding uncontrollably. Even the brightest morning sun in the morning was not as good as the other party's smile at the moment. penny.

"Thank you... thank you."

He Lanzhi lowered his head shyly, and carefully took the wood carving from Zhao Yin's hand—it was a delicate and small rabbit with lop ears.

And it's a colored anthropomorphic bunny.

The snow-white wood-carved lop-eared rabbit sat down on the base, and the small paws of its two hind feet exposed pink flesh pads towards He Lanzhi.Round eyes on the face, and a writing brush almost the same size as the body was held in the small paws of the hands, looking at He Lanzhi with a cute face.

What the hell! ! !

so cute! ! ! !

The otaku He Lanzhi, who couldn't resist the cute things at all, said that the blood tank was almost empty.

"A Zhike still likes this wooden sculpture with a pen on it?"

He Lan's head was like pounding garlic, and he held the little rabbit ecstatically and said: "I like it very much!"

He saved his life, how could Zhao Yin give him such a cute wood carving of a rabbit, so cute that he couldn't bear to dip it in ink! !

"You finally laughed."

"Huh?" He Lanzhi was slightly taken aback when he heard Zhao Yin's words, and looked at Zhao Yin incomprehensibly.

Zhao Yin smiled softly, "A few days ago, I always frowned and looked sad. So I wonder if giving this wood carving can make you feel better. But judging from your reaction, this one The little rabbit didn't give it away for nothing."

He Lanzhi raised his head to meet Zhao Yin's smiling eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young emperor's hand, which only had a bandage on his index finger before, and there were many bandage-wrapped wounds on it.

"So the injury on the emperor's hand..." He Lanzhi asked hesitantly, "Is it also because of making this wood carving?"

"No, no!" Zhao Yin hastily withdrew his hand that was exposed to He Lan's sight, and retorted arrogantly, "How could I get hurt because of making wood carvings!"

He Lanzhi stared straight at Zhao Yin's black eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.This kind of gaze made Zhao Yin feel a little guilty and put his hands back better.

He Lanzhi took a step forward, and pulled Zhao Yin's hand hidden behind his back to his eyes, "Sure enough, it's for this injury?"

"..." Zhao Yin pursed his lips and kept silent.

"Xiaoyin, you kid is an idiot..."

Zhao Yin withdrew his hand and retorted, "If you dare to say that the emperor is stupid, you are the bold prime minister. I'm really sorry for my clumsiness."

"That's not what it means." He Lanzhi hurriedly explained, "It's really good, so the injury to my hand makes me feel...I mean...I'm very touched."

Zhao Yin's expression froze for a moment.

He Lanzhi lowered his eyebrows and stared at the little rabbit in his hand, his eyes turned red, "I didn't expect that Xiao Yin has been doing this these days, and even his fingers are covered with scars...it hurts a lot. Bar?"

"It's, it's okay. It's not as good as you said... Wait, ah, you big man, don't be moved so easily and cry."

Zhao Yin reluctantly took out a handkerchief and wanted to wipe away the other party's tears, but He Lanzhi stepped forward and hugged him tightly. He was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Thank you." He Lanzhi tightly hugged the boy who was already taller than himself, buried his head on the other's shoulder and said seriously again: "Thank you, Xiao Yin."

Zhao Yin hesitantly placed his hand on He Lanzhi's back, blushed and nodded softly, "Mm..."