Your Majesty, You Can't

This situation is very similar to that of a year ago.

Zhao Yin stood beside the bed silently, staring at He Lanzhi's peaceful sleeping face without saying a word.

It seems that I was also watching his defenseless face quietly in the bedroom with no one else, and then brushed the soft black hair that fell on his handsome face for him.

Zhao Yin was in a daze, the scene in his memory seemed to overlap with the scene in front of him.Zhao Yin stretched out his hand involuntarily, pulling up that bundle of black and smooth black hair for He Lanzhi as he did back then.

The bundle of ink hair resting on the fingertips is still as soft as in memory.

"Xiao Yin, don't make trouble."

Hearing He Lanzhi's soft reproach, Zhao Yin was so startled that he immediately let go of the soft hair in his hands, put his hands behind his back, and pretended that nothing happened. After a while, he didn't hear He Lanzhi's next words. After speaking, he secretly glanced at He Lanzhi from the corner of his eye.

"Hmm..." He Lanzhi tugged at his brocade quilt in a daze, "Your brother is sick, Xiaoyin, don't mess around with the quilt."

Zhao Yin: "..."

What did Helan Capital dream about? !Who is going to tear his quilt?How did this man make him look like a gangster in his dream?

Zhao Yin looked at He Lanzhi gibberish and talking in his sleep depressedly, it was He Lanzhi who told him to let go and stop making trouble before he co-authored it.

No, no, in fact, even if he was discovered, he didn't have to take his hand back so quickly. The emperor stroked the prime minister's hair, and it was too late for the prime minister to be happy. Why would he act like a guilty conscience as an emperor? look.

Zhao Yin stretched out his hand silently, hesitating whether to stroke He Lanzhi's black hair again. After his fingers stayed in the air for a long time, Zhao Yin finally moved his hand to He Lanzhi's brocade quilt as if giving up. He tucked in the horned forest wood.

"Calling the name of the Holy One without avoiding taboos, if you are an ordinary person, you will lose your head." Zhao Yin sighed and said, "But you are like this, I really don't want to kill you."

Over the past year, He Lanzhi has worked diligently and meticulously in his work.His style of life has also completely changed, he is no longer as lavish as before, and he is extravagant and extravagant, and it is said that he has not even taken in a new child molester for a whole year.If we put this in the past, Zhao Yin would definitely say, "This is really a big joke in the world."

But it was such a fantasy thing that really happened in this year.

The military power and tiger charm that He Lanzhi had just handed over were still burning hot in Zhao Yin's hands.

The prime minister was willing to hand over the military power tiger talisman to show his softness, and Zhao Yin was ready to take off his defensive mask.Now that He Lanzhi took the initiative to propose the system of three provinces and six ministries, in order to strengthen the imperial power and weaken He Lanzhi's most important ministerial power, Zhao Yin felt that his childish mask could be permanently removed.

In front of He Lanzhi who showed his sincerity and wanted to help him, he thought he could be his true self and be a really good emperor.

When he got the draft of the Three Provinces and Six Parts System sent by the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhao Yin had mixed feelings.

Although there is only satisfaction and joy on his face, only Zhao Yin understands the feeling that his heart suddenly tugged when he learned that He Lanzhi was exhausted in front of the desk in order to rush to write the draft of the three provinces and six parts system. .

He suddenly found that he felt a feeling of guilt towards He Lanzhi for no reason.

I really don't know what's wrong with me...

"You have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

Zhao Yin shook his head, and silently left He Lanzhi's bedroom.