Your Majesty, You Can't

"I found this meaningful gift."

Zhao Yin walked slowly to the bookshelf in the corner, showing a smile that he had found the most unique treasure in the world, carefully took it off his bookcase, and carefully dusted off the dust that didn't really exist on it.Immediately, he found the exquisite wooden trunk placed under the sandalwood cabinet, and put this gift in it with his own hands.

Thinking of the smile that He Lanzhi would show when he received this gift tomorrow, Zhao Yin couldn't help but feel joyful, even his hands that hadn't touched the paintbrush for several days couldn't help itching.

Now he has a great urge to describe He Lanzhi with a bright smile in his mind.

Of course, before that, he had to deal with the pile of memorials that looked like a hill.

Zhao Yin suppressed his inner desire to paint, put the exquisitely carved box on a sufficiently conspicuous desk, reminded himself not to forget to give this gift box the next day, and then buried himself in government affairs and started to do business.

By the time the official duties were handled, night had already enveloped the entire capital.

The silver-white stardust gathered in the sky, and the rare birds scattered in the imperial garden sang moving warblers, which made people intoxicated.

"It's already time..."

Zhao Yin raised his head from the pile of memorials, squinted his eyes slightly and rubbed his sore shoulders from keeping the same movement for a long time.From the corner of the eye, he inadvertently glanced at the low table next to the table, on which an insulated food box had been placed at some point. It seemed that when he was concentrating on approving memorials, a court lady or eunuch who cared for him served him food. Up.

The corner of Zhao Yin's mouth could not help but raise a heartwarming smile, and while opening the food box, he said softly to himself: "Since I missed the dinner, I will enjoy the supper you prepared."

The uppermost layer of the food box is filled with a lot of light stir-fries, the middle layer is occupied by all kinds of verdant green vegetables, and the bottom layer is white rice with distinct grains, plus the fragrant chicken soup in the small pot and extra A delicate dessert in a small box.

Zhao Yin raised the silver chopsticks to pick up the shredded pork in the stir-fry. When the tip of the chopsticks skipped over the food box in the middle, He Lanzhi's words from back then rang in his ears——

"Eating more vegetables is good for your health, and the emperor is still young, so you need to eat more vegetables so that you can grow taller."

It seems... that was what he said to him when he was 11 years old.At that time, I still seemed to be horrified by He Lanzhi's tone, which seemed to be a different person. After six or seven years, my opinion is completely different now.

I really never thought that I would fall in love with the person I hated the most in the past, this kind of state of mind is really amazing...

Zhao Yin paused with the tip of his chopsticks, and finally decided to pick up a tender green vegetable and send it to his mouth.

After chewing slowly and eating supper according to the requirements of his beautiful father who likes to read, Zhao Yin washed his hands, rinsed his mouth, twisted a towel and wiped the corners of his mouth, walked to the desk, took a deep breath and sat down quietly.

As if performing some pious ceremony, he took out the pure white rice paper from the drawer, raised his hand and spread it out, grinding and dipping in the ink, and stroke by stroke, he carefully traced the person he was thinking about day and night.

What was gradually outlined on the paper was He Lanzhi, who in his mind expected to be smiling after receiving the gift, with a little white in his eyes, like the color of surprise and joy overflowing from his eyes.

After Zhao Yin finished the painting, he couldn't help admiring it for a while. Taking advantage of the dead of night, he quietly took the portrait into the secret room behind the imperial study.

The candlestick in his hand diffused warm orange soft light in the room, illuminating the portraits of He Lanzhi in various expressions hanging on the entire four walls.As the door of the secret room was opened, the cold winter wind was brought in a little bit, blowing the rice paper all over the room, and the room was full of the rustling sound of the paper.

Different from the usual static portraits, the rice paper floated slightly by the wind, and the characters on the portraits seemed to be alive and beautiful at that moment.

Before he knew it, he had already filled the entire room with pictures of Helan.

Zhao Yin looked at the portraits all over the wall, and then carefully hung the new portraits in the small blank space left.The slender index finger rubbed against the portrait, and gently caressed He Lanzhi's face. After the fingertip stayed on the other's thin lips for a long time, Zhao Yin leaned down and secretly imprinted his kiss on the other's thin lips. On the lips of the person in the painting.

"Azhi, see you tomorrow."