Your Majesty, You Can't

Chapter 131 - Don't flirt with the prime minister, you bastard emperor

Another year of bleak winter is approaching without knowing it.

This year's auspicious snow seems to come very late. In the past, velvety soft, soft and pure white snowflakes would fall from the sky around the winter solstice, but this year it has not come even when it is almost the end of the new year.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the snow has not fallen for a long time, which is not a very good sign.

The air pressure in the palace has been low for a while.Those busy eunuchs and maids looked up at the blue or gray sky every day whenever they were free, hoping that the first snow, which was a whole month late, would come sooner.

Although the heavy snow has not yet arrived, the temperature is still dropping on weekdays.The bleak cold wind blows the dead wood branches that have already withered their golden leaves, and the branches that have been cut off by the strong wind are slammed on the frosty ground, like a sharp brown whip hitting the wet and cold ground, making a loud sound After that, hoarfrost splashed all over the ground.

Every morning before dawn, the court officials who got to the Golden Luan Hall to discuss the state affairs also wore woolen coats and thick boots, and walked against the cold winter wind.Among them, Prime Minister He Lan, who seemed to be the most afraid of the cold in recent years, even wrapped himself up tightly.On the way from the Meridian Gate to the Jinluan Hall, in order to avoid the cold wind, Prime Minister He Lan, who walked the fastest and was the thickest among the ministers, except for showing a pair of black eyes to see the way, did not use cloth anywhere wrapped.

However, it seemed that no matter how much he wore, he could not resist the cold.

Even in the heated imperial study room, He Lanzhi felt that his toes were cold and numb, and even his bone marrow seemed to be aching from the cold.Since the entire lower body is surrounded by cold air, when he sits at the desk and works, he will chatter his teeth to keep warm when he is cold.

Apparently the young emperor also saw that the severe cold at the end of the year was about to freeze He Lanzhi to death, so he made a cup of Jin Junmei himself and handed it to the prime minister with purple lips, "Azhi, come, have a cup of hot tea."

"Weichen... Thank you, Your Majesty..." He Lanzhi tremblingly placed his pen on the inkstone, took Zhao Yin's gray-glazed tortoiseshell white porcelain cup respectfully with both hands, and lightly sipped the hot black tea .It wasn't until he felt the tea go down his throat and warm his stomach that his frozen pale face gradually turned rosy.

"How about this tea?"

"Your Majesty's tea is naturally excellent."

"Oh? Really?" Zhao Yin raised his eyebrows and approached He Lanzhi, leaning over to look at the tea noodles clearly reflecting himself, "Then let me have a taste."

"But your majesty..." He Lanzhi didn't have time to stop him, so he watched Zhao Yin's thin lips kiss the place where he had previously pressed, and took a sip of black tea without saying a word.

Realizing that this was an indirect kiss, He Lanzhi couldn't help but blushed and said softly: "...that's what Weichen has drunk..."

"So what?" Zhao Yin raised his head and took He Lanzhi's shy expression into his eyes calmly. He smiled secretly and replied very confidently, "Then I used the same pair of chopsticks as my father when I was young. I don't know. Those who despise you, don't think too much."

He Lanzhi, who was choked by Zhao Yin's words: "..."

Can this Nima be the same? !By the way, who dislikes whom!

When he was a child, Zhao Yin was soft and cute and had no offensive power at all. He acted like a little angel and acted like a baby. Now that he's grown up... Well, although this guy still looks harmless when he smiles, it makes people feel like he's all over the place. They all have a black belly.It's even more chilling when it's serious, how can this be the same!

What's more, he was kissed indirectly by Zhao Yin, who gave him a erotic picture before, and his brain circuit was so weird that people wondered if there was a maze in it.

Don't flirt with the prime minister, you bastard emperor!

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