Your Majesty, You Can't

The failure of a confession at the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival is enough to make Zhao Yin depressed, but Zhao Yin did not expect that there is something more depressing for him.

The royal guard who had been ordered to inquire quietly about Prime Minister He Lan submitted a report to the young emperor on the third day after the end of the Lantern Festival.According to the report, there was a young official with a handsome face and a very bookish look who would visit Helan's mansion every now and then, and he was not close to Prime Minister Helan.

Moreover, it is said that Prime Minister He Lan was the first person to visit this person early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year this year.

"Tsk." Zhao Yin clicked his tongue unhappily, frowned and quickly moved his eyes to the end of the page, and the three big characters "Shen Qiulin" came into his eyes.

"This second-best guy is really good at asking for the first prize." Zhao Yin angrily slapped the rice paper full of words on the desk, "A big man goes to the prime minister's house every day! I really don't know how to be ashamed! It's outrageous !"

The little eunuch who was serving Zhao Yin was taken aback by the emperor's sudden move, and quickly served the emperor the top-quality hair tip that had just been soaked, "Your Majesty, please calm down."

Zhao Yin took the teacup with a frown, brushed the green leaves on top with the celadon tea cover and said to himself, "Could it be... Shen Qiulin fell in love with He Lanzhi?"

The little eunuch sneered weakly, "... Your Majesty, you really like to joke. This Lord Helan is not a woman. If Lord Shen takes a fancy to Lord Helan, he will be a broken sleeve. Your Majesty has always hated dragons the most. Yang Zhi is good, how could Master Shen touch His Majesty's Ni Lin for the sake of Master He Lan?"

"I've always hated Longyang's kindness the most," Zhao Yin's handsome face was almost slapped, and after a long silence, he asked unnaturally: "Have I ever said that I hate Duanxiu?"

"You don't remember?"

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Yin deliberately put on an angry face, pretending to be serious and scolded, "When did I say that! Is it because you are too thick-skinned and want me to reward you twice?!"

The little eunuch knelt down in fear, "Yes, there is something wrong with my slave's memory. Your majesty has never said so. The slave is thin-skinned and can't bear the board given by the emperor."

"It's more or less the same." Zhao Yin snorted twice, and waved to call the guards who were waiting not far away, "Hurry up and send Shen Qiulin to Mr. Shen, I have something to ask him carefully."

After carefully observing that Zhao Yin didn't seem to be really angry, the little eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and continued to knead the young emperor's shoulders and neck with just the right amount of strength, and at the same time stretched his neck very gossipingly. The old man was too old, trying to see what was written on the rice paper patted on the desk.

"It's useless if your neck is longer than a goose." Zhao Yin raised his hand and patted the little head sticking out behind him, "I remember you don't even know a few big characters, can you understand me?"

"I don't understand." The little eunuch retracted his head and shook his head, "I'm just a little curious, why did the emperor suddenly mention the matter of Lord Shen? He also talked about Longyang with broken sleeves... Could it be that His Majesty likes Lord Shen?" ?”

"You put it—" Zhao Yin, who choked on the tea, coughed suddenly, "cough cough cough cough cough what nonsense you put!"

Seeing that Zhao Yin seemed to be coughing up his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, the little eunuch hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief, knelt down, lowered his head and hurriedly wiped the tea spilled on the dragon robe for Zhao Yin, "Your Majesty is fine." Bar?"

There was a panic in the imperial study room, and Shen Qiulin who was summoned not far away was wearing a black fox cloak and a dark blue official uniform and hurried over the threshold.

"My minister sees your Majesty, long live your majesty, long live, long live, long live."