Your Majesty, You Can't

Zhao Yin felt that He Lanzhi had become very strange.

Rather than saying that it became very strange, it would be better to say that Prime Minister He Lan seemed to be a different person.

In the past, judging by He Lanzhi's temperament, he would never say anything like "one should be in awe of knowledge".

Zhao Yin couldn't imagine that this vulgar Helan would take a bath and burn incense before reading, and regard reading as a sacred thing.

Although he had also heard that He Lan's eloquence and literary talent were brilliant when he was young, but that was a long time ago when the late emperor was alive.Since Zhao Yin ascended the throne, he has never seen He Lanzhi see other books other than Erotica.

In the prime minister's study, which is envied by countless scholars, there are already countless plains and ashes covered in it.

Now that He Lanzhi actually said such words with his own ears, Zhao Yin was surprised and even wanted to laugh.

Just like he heard He Lanzhi said that he started to be a vegetarian for his health, it was ridiculous.

Ask He Lanzhi why he had a sudden craving to eat vegetables, but he prevaricates it casually with a few words.This made Zhao Yin a little upset, and at the same time, he was even more certain in his heart that He Lanzhi was playing with some unknown bad idea.

Zhao Yin thought of dozens of conspiracies and tricks extending from being a vegetarian in his mind, but he never thought about trying to believe He Lanzhi's words.

Inexplicably, the innocent He Lanzhi was labeled as a conspiracy theory by Zhao Yin. What's even more pitiful was that he was still chewing on vegetables to supplement vitamins without knowing it, and he didn't realize that the emperor's impression of him was worse than before.

If he knew what the little emperor was thinking, he would definitely clamor for injustice.After all, in this dynasty that had neither vitamin tablets nor ulcer stickers, there was no other way to cure the ulcers in the mouth except to eat more vegetables.

The king and the ministers who had the meal all ate without saying a word, thinking about each other. I don't know how long this silence lasted until the cloudless sky became cloudy. Zhao Yin suddenly said: "He Lanqing."

This is the first time Zhao Yin calls He Lanzhi by Qing.It is completely different from the sweet and greasy and slightly coquettish title of Xiangfu before,

This made He Lanzhi stunned.

"The minister is here."

"I think you've changed."

The tone of Zhao Yin's narration was very calm, so calm that he didn't even look like the naive child he pretended to be earlier.

"The emperor thinks that the subject has changed?"

"Everything has changed." Zhao Yin replied without hesitation, "It's like a different person. Do you have anything to say to me?"

The meaning in Zhao Yin's words was very clear, and he was about to ask He Lanzhi, "What the hell are you harboring, that you suddenly have to pretend to be a good minister? Hurry up and confess."

Contrary to the little emperor's expected panicked reaction when asked about the conspiracy, He Lanzhi just pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his eyes filled with ink and ink were full of smiles.

Zhao Yin was almost dazzled by this smile.

"I haven't changed," He Lanzhi stood up calmly and made a bow, "I just recalled some past events when I was sick. At that time, I inherited my father's last wish and official position. I wanted to assist His Majesty, but I left on the way." Some detours. Now I am sick, vomited some blood, and figured out a lot of things. As the saying goes, you should not forget your original intention, and I also remembered your original intention..."

He Lanzhi's words came to an abrupt end, and he didn't continue, but left enough room for the little emperor to make up his mind.

He helped to come up with the little emperor's imaginary images, such as Prime Minister Helan lying on the bed, suddenly coughing lightly in the middle of the night like Sister Lin, seeing a pool of blood on the handkerchief, and then lamenting that he was going to die young and regretting his mistakes.Seeing the bright moonlight in front of the bed, he couldn't help but think of the old minister who passed away, and then burst into tears, making up his mind to change his mind and help His Majesty again.

What a touching picture of the prodigal son turning back.

He Lanzhi couldn't help but sigh in admiration, he really thought of this excuse very well.

Look, look, take sick leave after vomiting blood, not only can delay the time to learn how to approve memorials, but also find a reason for yourself to cross over to the prime minister without being suspected by others. It is really a plan that kills two birds with one stone.

Fortunately, he had anticipated that the little emperor would ask questions in advance, otherwise he would not be able to deal with it calmly like now.

And Zhao Yin over there is still pondering whether He Lanzhi's words are true or not, but he doesn't know that he has already played in the opponent's arms, and has successfully been tricked.

So, it is still popular since ancient times...