Your Majesty, You Can't

"I redeem you."

Shen Qiulin's eyes were full of disbelief, "Emperor... Young Master, are you serious?"

"Yes," Zhao Yin replied very calmly, "I'm serious."

Shen Qiulin twitched the corners of his mouth, walked in front of Zhao Yin with strides, and whispered in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Your Majesty, this is an actor. Shu Weichen said it harshly, but it is a low-level one. You know What does it mean to redeem him?"

"I know." Zhao Yin raised his hand and slightly pushed away Shen Qiulin who was blocking his sight with his body, "but if he wants to redeem himself, then I will redeem him. And I don't want to see someone who looks like He Lanzhi show up in public Singing."

"But you gave him freedom, what will he do with the rest of his life?" Shen Qiulin persuaded the astonishingly eloquent young emperor with a headache, "He has learned how to make a living by singing opera since he was a child, so you will redeem him and set him free He still has to rely on singing to survive."

Zhao Yin continued to speak indifferently: "Then I will support him."

Shen Qiulin took a breath, "Could it be that you still want to hide your beauty in a golden house?!"

"What are you thinking, you speak so dirty." Zhao Yin frowned and glanced at the fussy No. [-] man in front of him, "I just provide him with food and drink, and I won't do anything to him."

"Oh, my Majesty..." Shen Qiulin couldn't persuade the emperor in front of him, so he had to sigh helplessly, "Then you keep him, don't you plan to buy him a house and buy some servants to serve him?"

"That's not it."

Hearing Zhao Yin's reply, Shen Qiulin could breathe a sigh of relief before he was so angry that Zhao Yin's second half of the sentence almost spit out blood.

"I want to take him into the palace."

"…………"

Even Shen Qiulin, who is the second-best guy with quick thinking, doesn't know how to continue this conversation at this moment.

If it wasn't for the fact that the person in front of him was the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, Shen Qiulin really wanted to ask Zhao Yin if he had lost his mind.

It was a forbidden place in the imperial city where Lord He Lan, who was as high as the prime minister, had to notify to see him when he entered the palace. How could such an unknown and innocent actor be allowed to enter? !

Crazy? Crazy? Crazy?ah? !Is the emperor crazy? !

"that……"

The sudden soft call from the side broke the stalemate. Shen Qiulin heard the sound and looked beside him. Boss He, who had finished removing his make-up, walked in front of the young emperor at some point, and raised a pair of shy black eyes to look at him. The handsome and noble Zhao Yin asked softly, "Master, do you really want to redeem me?"

"Tsk." Shen Qiulin smacked his tongue inaudibly.

Zhao Yin squinted at him, didn't open his mouth to speak, just nodded in response.

"I will follow you from that day on." Boss He pursed his red lips and asked with a smile, "May I ask what your name is, Master?"

The young emperor stared at the face of the other party who was five points similar to He Lanzhi, and the original cold expression could not help but soften a little, "My surname is Zhao."

He Qingyi opened his mouth slightly to look surprised, "You are the young master with the surname Huang!"

Shen Qiulin rolled his eyes silently in his heart, and suddenly regretted that he wanted to stay with his mouth to interrogate His Majesty.What kind of evil is this... He really wants to beg this Boss He, please don't show such an expression on this face that looks like Master He Lan.

"It's not just the emperor's surname," Shen Qiulin said while holding his forehead, "You still have to salute and kowtow to the present majesty."