Your Majesty, You Can't

"This is the emperor of Dazhou, and also your uncle." Zhao Kuang led Xiao Zhengtai to the couple and introduced, "This is the prime minister of Dazhou, your uncle Helan."

He Lanzhi almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard this address.

Call me brother! !He is only 26!He's still the same age as Hua'er, don't call him uncle! !

If it wasn't for the eldest princess standing in front of her with a combat power that was so high, He Lanzhi really wanted to seriously emphasize this appellation with her.

"Uncle Huang and Helan...uncle?"

Mrs. Zheng looked up curiously at this young uncle whom she met for the first time, with an inexplicable admiration on her soft face.When it was his turn to cast his eyes on this Uncle He Lan, Yan'er immediately suppressed the admiration in his brown eyes, and looked at He Lanzhi as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He Lanzhi saw Xiao Zhengtai's face changed drastically in an instant, and the corner of his smiling mouth couldn't help froze on his face, almost bursting there on the spot.

Well, it's fine to call him uncle, why does this kid still look at him with such hostility?

Did this eat your snack or steal your toy?When they met for the first time, they looked discordant, so what? !

He Lanzhi didn't know where Xiao Zhengtai's hostility towards him came from, but Xiao Zhengtai knew very well that this He Lanzhi had an unusual relationship with his mother's queen.

Because the most convenient whip for his mother was given by the prime minister surnamed He Lan in Da Zhou.

Yan'er, who just started practicing martial arts back then, used to sit by the martial arts field with her cheeks on her hands, watching her mother's mother's fierce whip that smashed a boulder into pieces, blinking her brown eyes and asking curiously, "The mother's use of this whip?" Has the whip been around for a long time? Why did you choose the whip as your weapon?"

"Because this is..." Zhao Kuang paused, then shook the gravel at the end of the soft whip and said, "It was given by an old friend."

Little Zhengtai seemed to smell a trace of intriguing ambiguity in Zhao Kuang's words, so he played on the curiosity of a child and asked persistently, "What kind of old friend of the empress is that person?"

"His name is He Lanzhi. He is the son of Prime Minister He Lan, the founder of the Dazhou Dynasty. He can also be regarded as the half-brother of your mother. If you see him, you have to call him uncle."

Yan'er responded, secretly remembering He Lanzhi's name in her heart, and then continued to ask with her chin in her hand: "Then why did he give his mother a whip?"

"It's a long story..."

Zhao Kuang recalled the scene when he was still in the palace, and the cold and delicate eyebrows and eyes inadvertently revealed a trace of nostalgia and tenderness... and a touch of imperceptible helplessness.

At that time, it was not long before the first emperor established the world, and her name had not yet been changed to Zhao Kuang.During that peaceful time, there were no raging wars, no treacherous enemies, only a younger brother who had just started to read and played with her buttocks all day long, and the prime minister's childhood sweetheart named He Lanzhi .

If the three of them hadn't played together in the imperial garden at that time, perhaps their fate would have been very different from what it is today.

However, nothing if.

Zhao Kuang thought countless times that it was probably because of her that He Lanzhi changed from a normal child to a boy with strange hobbies.

If she hadn't accidentally drawn He Lanzhi with a willow stick back then, He Lanzhi wouldn't have groaned like pleasure and become obsessed with the feeling of being drawn.

The whip in her hand, which has been used for many years, was specially made for her by He Lanzhi after finding countless skilled craftsmen - the purpose was to let the eldest princess whip him.

After Zhao Kuang got the whip, he was also very puzzled. He Lanzhi was obviously a good son of the prime minister's family, how...how could he like the feeling of being whipped?

Once she refused to whip He Lanzhi, the son of the prime minister's family would pester her endlessly and harass her every day, until she couldn't bear it and gave He Lan a whip, this man felt relieved and happy Diandian asked the eldest princess to come back tomorrow to reward him with a whip.

Zhao Kuang looked at He Lanzhi's back as he left, and for the first time had the illusion of doubting his life.

Why is there still such a person in the world who enjoys being smoked?