Your Majesty, You Can't

When the Hanbei mission came, it was just the time when winter was in full swing, Y, X, D, J after staying in Dazhou for nearly a full month and a half of diplomacy. , The white snow on the way home has melted into spring water.

As a friendly country of Dazhou, Hanbei's queen is also the sister of the emperor of this dynasty. When the envoy left, almost all civil and military officials came to see them off.

It even looks better than it was then.

He Lanzhi looked around at the circle of imperial guards. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see many hidden guards on the beams who were on standby. The guards inside and outside were so tight that even a fly could hardly fly in.

Probably because there were assassins last time.

But... whatever can guarantee the emperor's safety is good, even if the guards are crowded with people, it doesn't matter.

As He Lanzhi thought about it, he secretly glanced at Zhao Yin quietly, but he didn't know that Zhao Yin happened to be looking at him quietly too.

The eyes of the two met inadvertently, just as the spring breeze suddenly blows away wrinkles and dissolves a pool of water.

"Cough." Zhao Kuang coughed dryly, interrupting the flirtatious exchange between the monarch and his ministers, "I want to say a few words to Your Majesty and Prime Minister He Lan alone."

"Sister, please tell me."

"The two of you should restrain yourself. After all, the affairs between you cannot be discovered by a third party, understand?" Zhao Kuang leaned closer and asked in a voice that was difficult for others to hear, "Once it is known that the emperor and the prime minister are like this Let alone what kind of impact it will bring, at least it will put Xiaozhi in a predicament beyond redemption. Therefore, you must not let others know about your relationship. "

When Zhao Kuang said this, his expression was extremely serious, which meant that her warning was by no means sensational.

Zhao Yin and He Lanzhi, whose IQs had declined in love, were suddenly woken up, and they nodded to Zhao Kuang in agreement.

"Thank you, Eldest Princess, for your reminder." He Lanzhi saluted and slowly retreated, "I will avoid suspicion."

"When the two of you are together, there must be some sacrifices. Don't regret it." Zhao Kuang muttered to himself looking at He Lanzhi's retreating figure, then turned to look at Zhao Yin, with a rare expression on his stern face. Showing a trace of helplessness, "The emperor is too foolish, why did you make Yan'er the crown prince?"

"I promised my sister would treat Yan'er well," Zhao Yin seemed to have expected the elder sister to ask such a question, and replied without any thought, "The best thing I can do for Yan'er now is to seal Yan'er first." He is the prince."

"Aren't you afraid that other courtiers will write to object?"

"It's useless to object. If I can't decide these things, I've been the emperor for so many years." Zhao Yin looked at the civil and military officials on both sides, with a confident smile in his handsome eyes, "I What I promised, I will definitely do."

As Zhao Kuang said before, what the Zhao family promised, they will definitely do.

Whether it was the promise to his eldest sister, or the vow to He Lanzhi in his heart that he would shelter him from the wind and rain, the young emperor did it all with his own actions.

Zhao Kuang looked at his son's face, then at the handsome facial features of the young emperor, raised his slender brows slightly and asked, "You're so confident in Yan'er when you can be crowned prince right away?"

"That's natural." Zhao Yin looked at the little nephew beside him with amber pupils blinking, and rubbed Yan'er's head with his hand, "My nephew is so similar to me, so it must not be bad, right Yan'er ?”

"Yeah!" Yan'er nodded her head vigorously, "I will definitely live up to the expectations of my mother and uncle! So mother, please go back with peace of mind!"

"The palace is gone."

Zhao Kuang slowly turned around and stepped on the sedan chair. The moment before he raised his hand to put down the bead curtain, Zhao Kuang looked back at the young emperor's young son standing there. Just like Zhao Yin back then, with red eyes and biting his lip, but bravely refusing to shed a tear.

The sour feeling from when I got married 15 years ago suddenly flooded into my nasal cavity like a tide.

Zhao Kuang turned around with trembling lips, unable to bear to look at Yan'er again.

No matter how tough she is in the military camp, she is still the mother of a child after all.

Yan'er, who was standing at the pass, watched the chariots and horses gradually marching on the long street. Although it was such a huge and long procession, it seemed extremely small.

Until the end, it disappeared from sight.

"Go back." Zhao Yin patted Yan'er on the head and said.

The sleeve Yan'er used to cover her pupils was wet, and then she replied softly: "Yes."