Your Majesty, You Can't

He Lanzhi could imagine how resolute and decisive Zhao Yin's attitude was at that time, so that he could stubbornly vacate the position of prime minister against all opinions.

A few years ago, his prime minister position was almost lost, and he knew that countless people were coveting this position.

His disappearance, which had been mistaken for death some time ago, was enough for an ambitious subordinate to take his place.The replacement of the old by the new is just a matter of moments.

Officialdom has always been cruel since ancient times, and more or less people fight to get up one level.Suddenly a position of prime minister is vacated, and many people will be promoted and transferred. It can be seen that electing one person to become the new prime minister is what most officials like to see.

But Zhao Yin was under tremendous pressure, and very firmly kept it for him.

"Thank you Your Majesty for reserving this position for my minister."

"This is my promise to you." Zhao Yin breathed out hot air on He Lanzhi's sensitive and fair ears, "As long as I live, no one other than you can become the prime minister."

Zhao Yin, who was addicted to sucking He Lanzhi, hugged He Lanzhi tightly for a long time, until He Lanzhi's stomach let out a rumbling cry, and then he reluctantly let go of He Lanzhi.

"Is Ah Zhi going to eat now?"

"En." He Lanzhi stroked his aching stomach, "I've been hungry for a long time, please forgive me for coming to eat."

Zhao Yin insisted on sticking to He Lanzhi's side, followed him like a big dog and said, "Then I will accompany you."

He Lanzhi paused when he was about to take a step, and turned around in confusion, "Aren't you going back to the palace?"

"You are here, what am I going to do when I go back?" Zhao Yin didn't understand the reason for He Lanzhi's question, and he seemed to be by He Lanzhi's side as a matter of course. It's approved. Ah Zhi, let's go to eat, you are tired from the journey and hungry for a long time, it's time to eat something."

He Lanzhi always felt that there was something wrong with what Zhao Yin said, but he didn't know how to refute him, so he had no choice but to wipe his wet black hair and let Zhao Yin stay by his side.

Upon receiving the news of Master He Lan's return, all the maidservants and attendants of the Prime Minister's Mansion rushed over one after another, and wept with joy when they saw the monarch and his ministers walking on the waist of the corridor and hastily saluted the emperor. Looking at He Lanzhi anxiously, "My lord, you are back!"

"Yes, I'm back." He Lanzhi glanced at Zhao Yin, who was somewhat neglected, and was rather flattered to see this group of servants, who looked like confidants, walked to the dining table under the protection of the guards on duty today. "Everyone, don't get excited, let me take it easy. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it later, okay?"

"My lord, the servant girl is serving your meal." One of the maidservants stood up, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes, "Your hair is still wet, the servant girl is here to help you dry it."

"No need, I will help him." Zhao Yin took a soft and dry towel from the handmaid's hand expressionlessly, "You all step back, I will help him wipe his hair."

"But the emperor..."

"What I said is the imperial decree, do you still want to resist the decree?" Zhao Yin glanced coldly at the maidservant, until she shivered and withdrew her hand knowingly, "Let's all step back. Prime Minister Helan is tired Along the way, don't disturb his meal."

The emperor made a decree, even though there were thousands of unfeelings and unwillingness in their hearts, everyone could only bear it silently in their hearts, saluted and then quietly retreated.