Your Majesty, You Can't

Zhao Yin sang a whole nursery rhyme intoxicated, which was beyond the tolerance of ordinary human beings. He opened his black eyes and saw his little nephew lying on the bed with tears streaming down his face. He sighed with great relief: "I haven't sung it for many years I never thought that my singing would move Yan'er so much."

"no……"

After Yan'er's weak rebuttal was finished, the young emperor continued to sigh, "Since Yan'er is so moved, then I will sing another song."

"..." Yan'er, who was lying on the bed, was silent for a moment, then burst into tears from his eyes, jumped up from the bed, hugged Zhao Yin's thin waist and began to cry loudly, "Uncle, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Zhao Yin, who was suddenly hugged, looked helplessly at the little nephew who was emotionally broken. He didn't know whether to pat his head to comfort him or ask why he was crying loudly. It was a good picture to see Zhao Yin with his hands hanging in the air and not knowing what to do.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, I heard Yan'er crying all the way away?"

Zhao Yin turned to look at He Lanzhi in embarrassment, "Why is the Prime Minister here?"

"I waited for the emperor in the imperial study for a while, but I never came. I asked the eunuch in the imperial study, and I heard that the emperor is here, so I came over," He Lanzhi replied with a bow, and then His eyes shifted to Zhao Yin's waist, "Yan'er and the emperor are...?"

"Yan'er caught the wind and cold, and acted like a baby and asked me to sing to lull him to sleep. After listening to it, he was so moved that he cried." Zhao Yin explained to He Lanzhi, "I said I would sing another song, and that's what happened to him." .”

Yan'er cried even more sadly when she heard the young emperor's explanation, and deeply felt that the biggest mistake she made in her life was to ask the emperor's uncle to sing to lull her to sleep.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

He Lanzhi twitched his lips and glanced at the pair of nephews and uncles. He guessed that the reason why Yan'er was crying like this was caused by this tone idiot who didn't know his singing voice.

"Okay, okay," He Lanzhi sighed helplessly, stepped forward to put his arms around Yan'er and patted Yan'er's back to comfort him, "Yan'er won't cry or cry, your uncle is busy approving memorials, so he won't give it to you." You sang."

Zhao Yin interjected and defended: "No, actually I can sing—"

"Your Majesty has been piling up today's memorial all morning." He Lanzhi interrupted Zhao Yin's words forcefully, "Your Majesty, please finish the approval as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, then I won't sing anymore." Facing the prime minister who was so workaholic and forced his boss to work, Zhao Yin had no choice but to agree, "I'm worried that Yan'er won't be able to sleep."

No... In fact, you may not be able to fall asleep more when you sing.

He Lanzhi patted Yan'er's back while comforting him while silently cursing.

"Yan'er... Yan'er misses her mother, woo woo woo."

"Okay, okay," He Lanzhi gently wiped off the transparent teardrops for Yan'er, "People here will not treat you badly, we will do what your mother did, so Yan'er don't cry , be obedient."

"Hmm..." Yan'er twitched her sobbing nose, and at the same time she burrowed into He Lanzhi's embrace, she also rubbed her small head against the beautiful Prime Minister's chest, "Prime Minister He Lan's body is fragrant."

Zhao Yin, who stood aside and saw this scene, almost stared out his eyes, "Where are you kidding!"

"Chest?" Yan'er pressed against He Lan's chest innocently and continued to rub, "Prime Minister He Lan is a man, so rubbing it won't do anything."

"you!!?!"

"Your Majesty..." He Lanzhi helplessly dissuaded him again, holding Yan'er's head and sending him back to lie flat on the bed, "Yan'er is sick, please speak softly."