Your Majesty, You Can't

Dark clouds enveloped the entire sky, and the stars that used to shone with a faint silver light in the sky were nowhere to be seen tonight.

The gauze-like dark clouds cover the only bright moon in the night sky, and the cool night wind with moist water vapor slowly blows the clouds and mist in the night sky.

The dark clouds seemed to be blown away, and the cool wind mixed with the fragrance of green grass and flowers pushed aside the layer of tulle, and a few strands of moonlight poured down from the sky.

Today's night is quiet, not even the nightingale kept in the imperial garden has ever sang.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night." The little eunuch serving Zhao Yin carefully covered the young emperor with the cloak he brought, "It's time for bedtime."

Zhao Yin straightened the paperwork that had been approved, raised his hand and waved the little eunuch who was serving him back, "Let me be alone for a while, you all step back."

"Your majesty..." the little eunuch looked at the faint black circle under the young emperor's eyelids, and reminded with some concern, "You should rest early."

Zhao Yin hooked the handle of the candlestick with his white fingers, stood up and raised the oil lamp that was smudged with warm yellow candlelight, wrapped the cloak around his shoulders with one hand, comforted the little eunuch beside him and said: "Don't worry too much, I will meet you in half an hour. Back to the bedroom."

The little eunuch nodded, and the other waiting guards and maids in the imperial study retreated to the outside of the hall, closing the door of the imperial study for Zhao Yin in a considerate manner.

Zhao Yin raised the candlestick and walked into the secret room that had not been opened since He Lanzhi's death.

The scene there has not changed, and the snow-white rice paper hanging on the four walls is full of He Lanzhi in various postures.I don't know when he filled the room with portraits, each one was made by himself, and each scene is a memory in his heart.

Whether He Lan is frowning or smiling, he can't take his eyes away, even if Yiyi is crying, it still touches people's hearts.He once wanted to paint He Lanzhi for the rest of his life, but He Lanzhi abandoned him.

He could no longer lift a paintbrush.

Zhao Yin stared at He Lanzhi's portrait obsessively, and touched He Lanzhi in the portrait with his fingers as before.Trembling fingertips caressed He Lanzhi in the portrait, with indescribable tenderness in his movements.

Zhao Yin smiled faintly, but the sadness on his lips filled the entire secret room.

"Azhi..." Zhao Yin rested his forehead on the thin rice paper, closed his eyes and said in a lonely voice, "I miss you very much. I really miss you...I really miss you..."

After staying quietly in the secret room for half an hour, Zhao Yin withdrew from the secret room.After all, the next day was He Lanzhi's birthday, so he couldn't get up too late.Only after finishing the government affairs as soon as possible tomorrow morning can I go to the Prime Minister's Mansion alone to reminisce about He Lanzhi.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Yin visited Helan mansion in person, and asked the housekeeper to allow him to quietly reminisce about Helan here.

Facing the emperor's request, the steward naturally agreed.So Zhao Yin stood alone in the courtyard of Helan Mansion, looking down at the withered and fallen leaves piled up in the courtyard.

The memories of He Lanzhi once gushed out like a tide, and the tide of the past almost engulfed him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

This memory is more painful than imagined, but he still wants to continue.

When Zhao Yin was about to walk forward into the main hall, there was a sudden bumping sound behind him.Zhao Yin looked back, and saw He Lanzhi, who was in poor clothes, pulled away the guards at the door, stumbled into the courtyard, exhaled a dirty breath and said, "I'm finally home."

Looking at the embarrassed figure at the door, Zhao Yin suddenly laughed and cried.

He knew... He Lanzhi would not leave him...

Zhao Yin ran towards He Lanzhi, letting the breeze blow his robe.Before He Lanzhi could react, he hugged He Lanzhi tightly in his arms, and the warm tears that fell suddenly fell on He Lanzhi's shoulders.

"You're back... I've finally waited for you. I knew it... I knew you wouldn't leave me..." Zhao Yin hugged He Lanzhi tightly and choked up, "Azhi, I miss you so much ...I miss you so much...I finally waited for you..."