Your Majesty, You Can't

"Father Xiang is sick, why does he sleep on the desk instead of the bed?" The little emperor stood on tiptoe and looked into the room, "Could it be that he is coaxing me?"

The maid knelt down in fear and explained: "It is a serious crime to deceive the emperor, how can the prime minister dare to commit it?"

Zhao Yin snorted coldly in his heart, isn't He Lanzhi guilty of serious crimes?

Although he was sarcastic and sneering in his heart, the little emperor still put on an innocent and well-behaved look on the surface, "Is Xiangfu really sick?"

"Return to Your Majesty, Your Excellency coughed up blood last night, and just took the medicine half an hour ago, and the smell of the medicine is still a bit lingering."

Zhao Yin sniffed the words, and the air was indeed lingering with a faint smell of herbs that had not dissipated as the maid said.

"Why does Xiangfu cough up blood?"

"The servant girl heard that it is because the adults are sick from overwork."

"..."

Zhao Yin's innocent smile almost froze.

Overworked? ! !

Apart from randomly approving a couple of papers that have the opportunity to be corrupted by him, has this He Lanzhi done anything serious?

He was also sick from overwork, and his grandma was so tired!What kind of cheek is this to dare to say that he is sick from overwork? !

Zhao Yin couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, "I... I know. I will remind Xiangfu to pay more attention to rest."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Okay, you don't have to wait here anymore, you can go back." Zhao Yin was about to go back to the bedroom, but saw the maid's face of grievance that hesitated to speak, so he added, "I will wait for you." Father woke up and asked him to eat. I waved you away and didn't let you serve the meal by his side, and I won't let him blame you."

As soon as the servant girl heard this, she kowtowed her head to express her gratitude, and prostrated herself prostratingly, "Your Majesty, Long En! Maid, thank you so much, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Yin didn't say any more, just waved his hand to make him retreat, and then stepped into the prime minister's bedroom.

He Lanzhi looked really tired, lying on the desk with his arms under his pillow, and fell into a drowsy sleep.Even if Zhao Yin stared at his sleeping face for a long time, there was no sign of waking up.

To be honest, Zhao Yin very much hoped that He Lanzhi could keep sleeping.She was born with such a gentle and humble face, but was ruined by her inferior character.

If He Lanzhi's character was not so bad, and his ambitions were not so great that he wanted to take over power, even if he was just a mediocre person, Zhao Yin would be willing to let him stay in the phase for a lifetime, instead of plot how to kill him.

It's a pity that there is no if.

Zhao Yin sighed, found a cushion on the mat and sat beside the desk, and took He Lanzhi's booklets that had been left on the desk to read carefully.

He was keenly aware that most of what He Lanzhi read now were memorials from the past 40 to [-] years, all of which were reviewed by the late emperor or the former prime minister.And the excerpts since Zhao Yin's ascension to the throne seem to have not been within his reading range at all.

Thinking about it, after all, those papers were all written by He Lanzhi himself, so there is no need to read them again.

But the question is what does He Lanzhi want to read these excerpts on a whim?

Zhao Yin frowned and thought, he couldn't see through the deep meaning of He Lanzhi's actions, let alone see what evil thoughts He Lanzhi was thinking.

He raised his chin and stared at He Lanzhi who was sleeping at his desk, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the rice paper full of red characters that was pressed under his elbow.

Zhao Yin tried to pull out the paper, but failed.So Zhao Yin had no choice but to stand up from the seat, sneaked behind He Lanzhi, and put his hands on the table in a way that almost surrounded He Lanzhi from behind, so that he could barely see that What was written on the paper.

He seemed to still be able to smell the refreshing aroma emanating from He Lanzhi's smooth black hair.

The emperor shook his little head and told himself that the fragrance on Xiangfu's body was not the point, but the piece of paper that looked like he had planned some trick was the point.

"In the memorials related to people's livelihood, I found that many ministers have written about flood disasters, which mostly occurred in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in spring and summer. In the past few decades, most of the methods have been to allocate funds for disaster relief, and at most they have sent people to repair river embankments to prevent floods. I have not seen However, if you want to improve the drainage system and other suggestions, you need to take notes, and you can..."

The rest was blocked by He Lanzhi's hand, unable to continue watching.

Although I didn't see much content, this note seems to be written down by He Lanzhi after careful consideration.

Zhao Yin's expression was a little moved.

"Hmm..." He Lanzhi let out a low moan, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had woken up from his sleep.

Zhao Yin immediately withdrew his hand when he heard the sound, and sat back on the soft cushion next to the desk calmly.

This He Lanzhi seems to have changed a lot.