Your Majesty, You Can't

Ever since her uncle found out about eavesdropping that day, Yan'er has always been uneasy about the fact that she was not spanked.

Because he has heard the reply from the royal father from the queen mother, he will be permanently left in the continent.In the future, I will see my uncle when I look up and look down. If I don't get picked up and beaten up now, then I will have to worry about being spanked anytime, anywhere.

After seeing the young emperor's back-chilling black-bellied smile last time, Zhao Yin's image in Yan'er's heart underwent a drastic change.

Its drop is so big that it is bigger than Waterloo.The tall and handsome object of admiration directly became the psychological shadow of Xiao Zhengtai.

Speaking of the word "black belly", he still learned it from the prime minister.Although he couldn't understand it at first, but combined with a person like Uncle Huang, he probably can understand it a little bit.

The so-called cut is black, and it is probably someone like Huangjiu.It is really appropriate to describe the emperor's uncle with a black belly.

Even though Yan'er tried every means to avoid meeting the young emperor, but because she was so hotheaded that she agreed to attend the court meeting seven days later, she had no choice but to meet his uncle.

What should come will come after all.

The court meeting agreed seven days ago arrived as scheduled, and with the first rooster crowing piercing through the misty morning light, Yan'er, who was sleepy, was picked up from the warm bed by his incomparably cruel mother, and was escorted by the maids of honor. The young lady put on the small court clothes provided by the emperor's uncle for him, and the eunuch led the way to the white marble steps of the Jinluan Hall.

"Your Highness, please join the ranks." The eunuch who led the way bowed and saluted, "Your servant will leave."

"Oh……"

Yan'er nodded her head ignorantly, and looked around at the hundreds of officials standing neatly in front of the stone steps, feeling inexplicably terrified in her heart.Yan'er's uneasy mood finally calmed down when his eyes touched that slender and elegant figure.

"Prime Minister Helan!" Yan'er ran into the queue excitedly, raised her head to look at the handsome and handsome Prime Minister, her brown pupils shone like amber against the sunlight, "I can stand next to you?"

"Of course." He Lanzhi nodded slightly, and returned with a warm smile while holding the wat board, "Come quickly, Your Highness, the court meeting is about to begin."

Yan'er quietly squeezed to He Lanzhi's side, looking at the ministers behind him who were talking quietly, her scalp couldn't help feeling numb.

"Does Uncle Huang have to face so many officials since he was a child?"

"Not only do we have to face it," He Lanzhi stretched out his hand, and gently pressed down Yan'er's stump of hair that had risen up after waking up, "the emperor also has to match the names and faces of every minister, and make the officials Remember their personalities. Those who are grumpy will be treated leniently, those who are gentle will be treated kindly, and those who are surly will be severely reprimanded. Only in this way can all officials treat the emperor."

After hearing this, Yan'er sighed softly: "It's really hard to be an emperor..."

"Yes." He Lanzhi looked at the young emperor who was boarding the dragon chair in the Golden Luan Hall, and the affection in his tender eyes inadvertently revealed from his ink eyes, "So, Your Majesty has been working hard. .”

Seeing He Lanzhi like this, Yan'er couldn't help being stunned, just when he was about to open his mouth to say something more, the first blow of the net whip in the field interrupted what he was about to say.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

The three whips were sounded crisply and loudly, and all the courtiers stopped talking and whispering, quietly straightened their bodies, and followed Prime Minister He Lan, who was the leader, and slowly walked into the court hall holding the wat board in both hands.Yan'er, who was standing among the officials, also tried his best to take his small steps, reluctantly keeping up with the civil and military steps of the Manchu Dynasty, and walked into the Golden Luan Hall with them.

"I will pay my respects to the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Among the neat and low salutes of all the officials, there was only one loud and immature voice that seemed out of place.But judging from the solemn appearance of saluting, the child didn't seem to realize how abrupt he was among the adults.

The emperor's pretentiously mature nephew is really cute as hell...

The courtiers all lowered their heads and covered their uncontrollable expressions with their wide sleeves.

Zhao Yin looked at Yan'er standing among the officials who looked like a little bean, and his thin lips hidden under the crown couldn't help but curl up slightly, and the dragon sleeves were raised slightly, and he said: "Everyone, let's be flat."