Your Majesty, You Can't

The pale silver light poured down from the bright moon, quietly reflecting on He Lanzhi's face.A pair of black eyes flowed like a galaxy, and the hazy moonlight covered his handsome features with a layer of soft light like a tulle, and he was still as picturesque as before.

"Azhi...Azhi..." Zhao Yin caressed He Lanzhi's face with trembling hands, and smiled almost as if crying, "You are back...I knew it, you said you would be with me forever, You won't leave me alone..."

"Xiaoyin..."

"I'm here." Zhao Yin responded to He Lanzhi with a sob, "Azhi...Azhi...I miss you so much...I didn't marry a concubine, and I didn't make a prime minister. I know you won't leave me... You said you would always be with me, right?"

He Lanzhi silently put down Zhao Yin's hand on his face, and after a while, lowered his eyes and replied: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yin, I can't stay by your side."

"Why can't..." Zhao Yin stared at the hand that He Lanzhi put down, and then said softly with red eyes, "I don't know how I got here when you were not here. I saw an actor a few days ago , His back is very similar to you, so I redeemed him, because I don't want to see a person like you humbly trying to please others.

"I haven't touched or kissed him, I know he's not you. But looking at his back, I couldn't help hypnotizing myself over and over again, 'Azhi is by my side'.

"Because if I don't do this, the pain here is so painful that I can't breathe. It hurts so much that I want to kill myself."

Zhao Yin put He Lanzhi's hand on the position of his heart, and the tears in his eyes fell on the back of He Lanzhi's cold hand one by one, "Can you stay...stay by my side, okay?"

"I'm sorry." He Lanzhi withdrew his hand, "Although I promised to stay by your side all the time, it's a pity that I can't do it, because you know I'm no longer alive."

"How can Ah Zhi make such a joke, how can I touch you when I'm not alive..." Zhao Yin pulled the corners of his lips weakly, and reached out to hold He Lanzhi's hand, but found that his hand had passed through the other's The body, and then even his body gradually became transparent.

"Azhi..." Zhao Yin stepped forward in horror, trying to catch his gradually disappearing figure, but it didn't help. He could only watch He Lanzhi disappear before his eyes.

There was still that cruel yet gentle smile on He Lanzhi's lips.

A dream.

Zhao Yin woke up suddenly, looked at the empty bed in front of him, and sat up from the bed in a daze.He slowly touched the face that had been caressed by He Lanzhi's icy fingertips before, and there were cold tears all over it.

"Liar..." Zhao Yin shivered his shoulders, wrapped himself in a brocade quilt and curled himself up against the wall, "Why can't you keep the agreement...Obviously I once said that I would always be with me..."

"Your Majesty! What's the matter with you?"

Hearing Zhao Yin shouting loudly in his dream, the little eunuch who was serving him broke into the bedroom with a candle, only to find that the adult emperor hugged him tightly just like when he was a child, crying unknowingly, with tears in his mouth. Muttering the word "Azhi".

Realizing that His Majesty had a nightmare about Prime Minister He Lan, the little eunuch immediately ordered to the guards at the side: "Go and call Mr. He! Tell him to come to Your Majesty's bedroom quickly!"

In less than a stick of incense, Mr. He, who was forcefully dragged up from the bed, was brought to Zhao Yin's bedroom.

The little eunuch led Mr. He to sit on the bedside of the emperor with his back facing him, and at the same time quietly patted Zhao Yin who was in a daze and weeping, "Your Majesty, do you see who is here?"

Before He Zhi woke up from the half-dream, he was suddenly wrapped tightly by the arms of the person behind him, as if he was going to hold him tightly in his arms.

"Azhi... Please stay with me." Zhao Yin hugged He Zhi's body helplessly, and begged with all the dignity of the emperor, "Please...Azhi, stay with me...don't leave me ...please...please..."

He Zhi only felt that Zhao Yin's forehead was pressed against his back, and the light-colored silk pajamas on his body were smudged with dark marks by the hot and humid liquid.

He cried.

In the bedroom at this moment, he has completely lost the domineering emperor's appearance.

Only Zhao Yin who was crying so hard.