Your Majesty, You Can't

Hearing that even if she was sick, she couldn't be exempted from all her homework, Yan'er couldn't help frowning bitterly, the words "reluctantly and unwillingly" were written all over her face.

Zhao Yin looked at this face that looked so much like his own when he was a child, he couldn't help but chuckled, patted Yan'er's little head and said, "Go to sleep."

"Can't sleep." Yan'er pursed her mouth, and then, as if thinking of something, she stretched out her small hand from under the bed and tugged at the black sleeves of the young emperor's dragon robe embroidered with gold thread, dragging her long voice with milk He called out, "Uncle Huang~"

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yin raised his right eyebrow slightly, watching Yan'er's brown eyes roll slowly, as if he was afraid that others would not know what strange thinking he was doing, so he helplessly turned Yan'er Put his paws back into the brocade quilt and put them away, "Uncle Huang is here, sleep well."

"But I can't sleep..." Yan'er grabbed her little quilt, looked at Zhao Yin eagerly and asked, "Can the emperor sing a song to coax Yan'er to sleep? This is how my mother used to coax me to sleep. "

Hearing what Yan'er said, Zhao Yin couldn't help thinking of his childhood.

His mother and queen passed away quietly when he was born, while his father was busy with government affairs all day long, but only his elder sister would accompany him, singing the young him to sleep again and again.

Although the emperor's sister often had a cold expression on her face, the singing voice flowing from her throat was surprisingly gentle.

Speaking of which, I haven't heard the singing of the emperor's sister for many years...

Yan'er is also like herself, she left her mother when she was very young...

"I'm not very good at singing," Zhao Yin replied after hesitating for a moment, "but if you insist on listening—"

Before Zhao Yin finished speaking, Yan'er nodded frantically, "I want to hear it! Yan'er wants to hear it!"

"That's good." Zhao Yin obeyed him, turned around and waved back the waiting ladies and eunuchs, "I'm going to open my voice, you all go back first."

Yan'er watched the palace people obediently withdraw from the prince's bedroom, and turned her attention to the young emperor with great anticipation.

Although he said that he didn't know how to sing very well, but the emperor's uncle acted in such a serious manner, it was obvious that he was being modest.

Oh, my uncle is really a dishonest adult.

Yan'er hummed a few words to Uncle Huang in her heart, but on her face she perked up her ears obediently and waited for Zhao Yin to sing.

Zhao Yinxu clenched his fist and coughed lightly to clear his throat twice, and then slowly sang the song of the emperor's sister coaxing him to sleep when he was young.

"Little baby—sleep #@￥@＆**..."

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Yan'er who heard Zhao Yin's singing was silent for a while, then two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Sleeping on a banana stick... There is no one who can fall asleep after listening to this song except the deaf.

Uncle Huang is probably the only person in the world who can sing songs out of garbled characters.

Yan'er really couldn't describe how ugly the singing was.If you insist on using synesthesia to describe it, then the song sung by Uncle Huang actually makes people feel hot and painful in the ears.

Obviously, he usually has a gloomy and smooth voice when he speaks, why does it feel like hundreds of ducks with completely different pitches are quacking when he starts to sing now?

Yan'er tried to pull Zhao Yin's sleeve to make him stop, but unexpectedly, the young emperor became more and more involved in singing, and howled loudly ignoring all the interference from the outside world.

... must wait until he finishes singing.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was suffering from a fever while weeping silently while enduring the torment of Zhao Yin's singing. He deeply felt that his head seemed to be going from dizzy to about to explode.

We are all from the Zhao family, Uncle Huang begs you to stop talking!