Your Majesty, You Can't

Since the last time before the early court, He Lanzhi was thrown off the roster by the enraged Zhao Yin because He Lanzhi asked the soon-to-be-adult emperor about the arrangement of drafting girls. Mental state is getting worse and worse.

Before, it was just insomnia, but now as the date of watching the draft girl approached, he had almost lost his appetite.Even the delicious meals that I used to look at salivating are tasteless and tasteless when I put them in my mouth.

However, even if he tosses himself to the point where it looks like a gust of wind can blow him down, what should come will eventually come.

Whether it is He Lanzhi or Zhao Yin, no one can escape.

At the end of mid-May in late spring, there are two rows of graceful ladies standing in front of the Kunning Gate, which leads directly to the Imperial Garden.The young emperor with a crown on his head and a dragon robe sat on the main seat of the hall, holding a celadon tureen cup and sipping tea indifferently, as if he was not the one who wanted to choose a concubine from these women to marry.

Sitting next to Zhao Yin was He Lanzhi who was also expressionless, but he looked more like he was pretending to hide his exhaustion and pain.

It was too tiring to force a smile, and he didn't have the strength to put on another smile without others.

There was a chill in the air, and the Minister of Rites, who was standing with his hands down, was almost scared to escape by the atmosphere.He found that once the show girls retreated, the faces of the two sitting ones became more ugly than the other, and the cold air emanating from their bodies had to be borne by others.

The Minister of Rites silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and shouted to the outside of the hall: "The next batch."

The little eunuch waiting outside said yes, and quickly led the fourth group of beautiful women to the emperor's prime minister and the Minister of Rites.

This fourth group of show girls is also the penultimate group of today.The official ladies in the first three groups have already been eliminated by the brand, but anyone who dissatisfied the emperor with their appearance and behavior can only helplessly accept the fact that they lost the election.

However, the quality of the fourth batch of show girls is the highest among these groups, and there is nothing to be picky about in terms of appearance or family background.Seeing that it was rare for Zhao Yin to wave them away without raising his hand, He Lanzhi pursed his lips and smiled warmly at the girls, hoping that they would not be too nervous in front of Zhao Yin.

An old eunuch shouted in a shrill voice: "Chen Shu, the daughter of Chen Yanqi, the magistrate of Yangzhou, is eighteen years old."

The beautiful woman whose name was called stepped forward to salute, and her voice was as moving as an oriole's cry, "My daughter Chen Shu pays homage to the emperor's prime minister, long live the emperor, and a thousand years for the prime minister."

"Get up." Zhao Yin said in a tone without fluctuation, "Have you read any books?"

"I have heard a folk saying that a woman is virtuous without talent," the girl shyly twisted her handkerchief and said with a smile, "I have never read it before."

Zhao Yin smacked his tongue softly, waved his hand to signal the inner supervisor to call the next show girl, and then adjusted his figure to lean back.

"Song Qintang, the daughter of Song Changping, a weaving song in the south of the Yangtze River, is seventeen years old."

The beautiful girl who sang her name stepped out and bowed to the two of them, "My daughter Song Qintang is attending the meeting with the emperor and the prime minister. Your majesty is blessed with good fortune and peace, and the prime minister is honored and auspicious."

He Lanzhi glanced at Zhao Yin, who was indifferent, and then said warmly with a smile, "You don't have to kneel down, get up."

"My daughter, thank you Your Majesty and the Prime Minister."

"Have you been doing anything at home recently?" He Lanzhi asked for Zhao Yin.

The girl remembered what her father told her a few days ago that the emperor and the prime minister attached great importance to education, so she said softly: "The ministers have been doing more needlework these days, and they also read poems and books to cultivate their character."

The young emperor who heard this couldn't help but glance at her more.

He Lanzhi saw that this girl was the only one among these ladies who caught Zhao Yin's attention so far. He pursed his thin lips and lowered his eyes, resisting every kind of reluctance in his heart, forced a smile and said to Zhao Yin: "Your Majesty, This girl is dignified and elegant, and this minister thinks it's good."

Zhao Yin snorted coldly, "Since the prime minister thinks it's good, then the prime minister will keep it."

Hearing the harsh words of the young emperor, He Lanzhi couldn't help shouting in a heavy voice, "Your Majesty!"

"I choose or you choose!" Zhao Yin growled and slapped the tureen cup on the huanghuali wooden table, turned his head and looked coldly at the beautiful girl who was obviously paled due to fright, "How can you be dignified?" Xianya, step back!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, Your Majesty thank you." The girl trembled and reluctantly bowed, and retreated unsteadily into the row of beautiful ladies.

As soon as this happened, the group of girls with the best overall qualities were eventually waved back one by one by Zhao Yin with an expression of impatience.Minister of the Ministry of Rites frightened and called the inner eunuch to lead the next batch of candidate girls into the palace. After Zhao Yin quickly glanced at the looks of this group of beautiful girls, he frowned and shook his head.

Again, no one was left behind.

He Lanzhi stared at the rows of names crossed out on the roster, not knowing whether to be lucky or distressed.Looking up helplessly at the young emperor sitting on the main seat without saying a word, he called softly, "Your Majesty..."

"What do you want me to do?"

"You should be more tolerant of those beautiful women." He Lanzhi persuaded, "Otherwise, in this general election, no girl will be able to become your concubine."

"What good is it to you for me to marry a concubine?" Zhao Yin looked into his eyes coldly, his eyes full of sarcasm, "How much do you want me to marry a concubine and have children?"

Weichen didn't want to at all.It is best that you never marry a concubine and have children in your life.

He Lanzhi gave a wry smile, swallowed the unspeakable words, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am your father-in-law, and I must take responsibility to watch you marry a concubine."

"Oh."

Zhao Yin lost the desire to look at He Lan again, got up and strode towards the door, "I don't want to see you again today, so I don't need to stay in the imperial study to work."

He Lanzhi hesitated to speak and opened his mouth to reach out to keep Zhao Yin, but he didn't even touch the corner of the other's dragon robe. He could only watch helplessly as the young emperor gradually disappeared from his sight.

"You don't want to see me anymore..." He Lanzhi grabbed the cloth in front of his bitter and aching chest, lowered his head and muttered.

It turns out that being hated by people you like is like this.

So painful.

The only colored golden sunlight in the sky was suppressed by the clouds and mist, leaving only the gray sky covering the palace.

A drop of warm, salty water dripped on the bluestone bricks in the hall, and then gradually seeped into the ground, leaving a pool of ink-colored traces.