Your Majesty, You Can't

With the No.1 cry at the funeral, the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion began to weep intermittently, and even the officials who stood by and had been favored by Prime Minister He Lan couldn't help but shed tears silently .

Among the people from Xiangfu who came to mourn, Song Huaiyu cried the most.Ever since He Lanzhi's clothes were buried, Song Huaiyu had shed so many tears, her beautiful eyes were crying like peach blossoms in full bloom in March, with a distressing concubine red at the end of her eyes, even when she was crying, she was beautiful.

Shen Qiulin bowed his head and stood among the officials in silent mourning for the passing of Prime Minister He Lan. He accidentally raised his eyes and saw the most eye-catching man in the plain clothes who was kneeling on the ground. His whole heart seemed to be torn apart by someone. .In the end, he couldn't help but walked out of the ranks of hundreds of officials to help Song Huaiyu up, ignoring other people's eyes and hugging him in his arms.

"Huaiyu," Shen Qiulin comforted in a low voice with red eyes, "Don't cry... Master He Lan wouldn't want you to cry like this."

Song Huaiyu gritted her teeth to hold back the cry, secretly grasping Shen Qiulin's mourning clothes with her slender fingers, and silently leaned on Shen Qiulin's shoulder and shed tears.

"Don't cry..." The soreness in Shen Qiulin's nasal cavity surged up, but he still gently comforted Song Huaiyu's back with his hands, telling the person in his arms as if he was talking to himself, "Don't cry..."

Zhao Yin, who glanced at the couple from one side, twitched the corners of his lips, inexplicably feeling that such a picture made his eyes sting so badly, he turned his head away speechlessly, and continued to focus his eyes on the prime minister's tomb.

It was clearly in front of He Lanzhi's tomb, but for some reason, he couldn't squeeze any tears.

Everyone who had some contact with He Lanzhi was crying in a mess, but he, the person who had been with He Lanzhi the longest, felt peaceful in his heart without any ups and downs.

Why would I be so indifferent?

It is said that the emperor is ruthless and cold-blooded, but Zhao Yin didn't know that he would be so cold-blooded.

Heart as dead, insensitive, it must be him.

In the days to come, He Lanzhi will be responsible for all the work that should be done by He Lanzhi himself.The dynasty is still the court, and the batch of memorials is still the batch of memorials.Apart from the fact that the smile on his face was much less than before, others could hardly see whether the news of his father Helan's death had touched him.

The selection of concubines was stopped by Zhao Yin, five days after Prime Minister Helan's clothes were set up, the people from the Ministry of Rites came to the imperial study again, and mentioned the matter of selecting girls in front of Zhao Yin.

"Your Majesty, although the passing of Prime Minister He Lan is heartbreaking, but as the king of a country, you cannot stop choosing to marry concubines from the sixth palace."

Facing the earnest remonstrance from the officials of the Ministry of Rites, Zhao Yin didn't even want to weave an excuse to spend more thought, and bluntly refused the other party's request: "I don't want to choose."

"Your Majesty!" The minister of the Ministry of Rituals widened his eyes and knelt down to persuade, "You can't... you can't do this..."

"There is no concubine I want to choose among them. Even if they are filled into the harem, I will not pamper them." Zhao Yin folded his sleeves indifferently, added some water himself and rubbed Zhu Mo, "I am more than I imagined." I don't want to delay the happiness of these women for the rest of their lives, let them all go back."

The official looked at the young emperor hesitantly, "But..."

"I've made up my mind." Zhao Yin interrupted the other party's words calmly, and kept grinding Mo Ding in his hand, "You don't need to say any more, just back down."

The official from the Ministry of Rituals bit his lower lip tightly, hesitation and trouble were written all over his face.Looking at the emperor's indifferent but unchanging face, after kneeling on the ground of the imperial study for a long time, he sighed helplessly, got up and asked for instructions to leave Zhao Yin's sight.

"Wei Chen retire."

"Well, step back." Zhao Yin put down the ink anchor, picked up his pen and said calmly.