Your Majesty, You Can't

"Sure enough, it's still raining..."

He Lanzhi muttered and looked up at the dark cloud-covered sky, cold rain fell on his outstretched palm.After only standing still for a moment, it slowly slid down along the palm lines, and finally returned to the puddle on the bluestone road, with invisible ripples appearing.

"Go back to your room if it's raining. Anyway, let's get over the personality change, and then just read the memorial and study with peace of mind!"

He Lanzhi covered his black hair with a flick of his sleeve, and rushed to the Prime Minister's mansion in a hurry to avoid the rain.

"This former prime minister is really outrageous. He actually used the name of the little emperor to promulgate so many bad policies. He is willing to cheat such a soft and cute little emperor. I would definitely hold him in my hand and spoil him..."

Walking quickly through the huge mansion, He Lanzhi walked to the bedroom according to the route he remembered, and at the same time complained in an inaudible voice about the formerly unreliable Prime Minister.

For a cute and obedient young lady like Zhao Yin, I don't know how cold-blooded the original owner must be to not be overwhelmed by cuteness.

He Lanzhi, who was immersed in Zhao Yin's soft and cute appearance, didn't notice that the surrounding scene gradually became less familiar. It wasn't until he had had a cup of tea that he felt something was wrong in a daze.

What came into view was a small courtyard exuding a desolate and empty atmosphere, completely inconsistent with the luxurious style of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

Such an out of place courtyard appeared in the mansion without being demolished, which seemed a bit unique.

Weeds are overgrown in the desolate yard, and most of the grass tips are dull yellow.In the corner of the wall is a not-so-luxurious plantain tree, with a few delicate purple flowers clinging to the leaves of the plantain, hiding from the rain that destroys them so easily.

There is only one dilapidated small bungalow in the yard, and the white paint on the wall has peeled off a lot due to the wind and sun.The vermilion bricks are ruined and exposed in the air, and they are being ravaged by wind and sand day after day.

"How did I come here?"

He Lanzhi was a little dazed. He obviously followed the route he remembered and took three forks and turned right back to the room. Why is the painting style of the destination completely wrong? !

Could it be that he was distracted and counted the wrong way just now?

"Forget it, I'll go back the same way."

He Lanzhi shrugged helplessly, then turned around and walked away.

He turned to leave, but he didn't know that someone staggered out of the dilapidated bungalow in the rain, just to take a look at him.

The man saw He Lanzhi through the window lattice and hurried to the yard, and before he had time to call out "Master Prime Minister", the other party's back disappeared around the corner.

Missed again.

The man could only stare at the direction of He Lanzhi's departure, and murmured "Ah Zhi" softly.

The whispers were instantly lost in the sound of rain hitting banana leaves.

The boy in the one-story house rushed over with an oil-paper umbrella, "Master, how could you run out like this? What if you catch a cold?"

The man twitched his lips and smiled, "It's okay, let's go back."

"My lord," the boy said distressedly, "don't force yourself to smile."

The man whom the boy called son showed a comforting smile and rubbed the boy's head, "I'm fine."

The cold rainwater slid down the man's cheeks and into his mouth, but the tip of his tongue became inexplicably salty.

The man closed his eyes and wiped off the water droplets on his handsome face, then took the oil-paper umbrella from the servant, "Let's go back."