Your Majesty, You Can't

He Lanzhi's No.20 second birthday came slowly amidst his anxiety.

This year's Prime Minister's Mansion is very different from the bustling atmosphere of the past.

In the past, the court officials who kept visiting would rush to celebrate He Lanzhi's birthday with their exquisite gifts, as if they were about to break through the threshold.Compared with previous years, the Prime Minister's Mansion, which has been open for five consecutive days this year but with few people coming and going, does seem extremely deserted.

Those fallen officials were no longer able to show up in front of He Lanzhi with congratulatory gifts, and the few remaining officials also refused to visit Helan's mansion in order to avoid suspicion, and just sent their servants It's a hasty thing to give a gift.

In the huge Helan Mansion, Shen Qiulin was the only one who dared to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to congratulate those scholars who had entered the imperial court as officials because of the imperial examination.

From this point of view, these scholars who have always disdain to follow others are really cute and honest.

Although most of the gifts given by the newly recruited scholars are poems, calligraphy and paintings made by themselves, compared with the gold cups and jade plates given by the former officials, they are indeed a bit shabby.But when he thought that these were written by them himself, He Lan's heart was already full of spring water.

These are full of sincerity! !

He Lanzhi sent a maid from the mansion, Cong Haosheng, to entertain the group of scholars into the palace for a rest, while he carefully put away the calligraphy and paintings and stored them in the warehouse.

He Lanzhi rejoiced that his popularity wasn't too bad, at least someone would come to hold a birthday party.Compared with pure gold, silver and jewelry, these calligraphy and paintings are at least very high-quality, and they may become works that are hard to find.

However, before he had time to put away these works completely, Song Huaiyu stumbled in and ran in. Even his black hair, which had been so smooth in the past, was scattered into a mess, and he was out of breath holding on to the door frame. breathe.

He Lanzhi looked at Song Huaiyu in astonishment, "Why do you—"

"My lord!" Song Huaiyu swallowed hard and interrupted He Lanzhi panting, "Run away! The sooner the better!"

"What's the matter?" He Lanzhi frowned and said, "Escape? Where did you escape? How did you escape?"

"I don't know. All in all, the sooner the better, there can be no further delay, they are already on their way. If you don't leave at this moment, you will never be able to leave again!" Song Huaiyu was so anxious that he didn't even care about etiquette, and rushed over to stop him He Lanzhi ran out with his hands, "I told Qiulin that he has already vacated the horses and carriages coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion, you should get in the carriage!"

"Wait, wait!" He Lanzhi stopped and pulled back his hand, "Why get in the car? Could it be that you are also an old driver?"

Song Huaiyu stomped his feet and said anxiously: "What old driver! You still have time to talk about these things! You hurry up!!"

He Lanzhi was also puzzled, "What are you talking about...? Why did I run away? Have you heard any news?"

"That's right! The emperor brought someone here to kill you!!" Song Huaiyu's eyes were red, and his voice couldn't help but a hint of crying, "Hurry up, Huaiyu begs you..."

"Death...me?" He Lanzhi's black eyes showed a trace of bewilderment, and he repeated involuntarily, "The emperor... wants to bring someone to give me death...?"

I always feel like my brain can't digest it.

However, I don't know why the tears in my eyes burst out at that moment, and they fell down completely uncontrollably.

It turned out that Zhao Yin...was really planning to kill him.