I wish my son was stupid and reckless

Li Lan excitedly returned to the palace with those memorials in his hands. Li Yan was still holding the rabbit in his arms in a daze on the bed. He didn't look at Li Lan when he sat by the bed. The screen is completely blocked.

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and patted the rabbit and asked in a low voice, "Zinian...?"

Li Lan blinked, and asked aggrievedly: "Father has Lan'er, what else do you want others to do?"

"Lan'er..." Li Yan finally raised his eyes when he heard these two words. He looked deeply at Li Lan, still begging sadly and earnestly: "Li Lun, let the emperor see Lan." Come on..."

Li Lan was delighted when he recognized him, but when he heard this sentence, his throat was filled with embarrassment.

He swallowed the fishy sweetness, with a pale face, and said slowly: "Father still doesn't recognize me...it doesn't matter, Father will always recognize me. Even if Father forgets Lan'er completely, Lan'er will not recognize me." It will make Royal Father recognize me little by little."

When he said this, he stared at his father, his eyes were so persistent that it made people's hearts palpitate.Li Yan refused to look at him anymore, it was neither his Lan'er nor Zi Nian whom he wanted to see.He lowered his head and fiddled with the soft and thick down on the rabbit's neck.

Li Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and said to him very gently and kindly: "Father, can Lan'er read the play to you? Listen to it, and you will be able to think of Lan'er."

He unfolded a book casually, and read out softly: "Feng Yi, the official of Dali Temple, will play..."

Li Yan repeated in a low voice: "Dali Temple...Feng Qing..."

"Yes!" Li Lan's eyes lit up, and he repeated to his father excitedly: "It's Feng Ziying from Dali Temple. Father told Lan'er. Do you still remember? That one who writes memorials every time is stinky and long." Guan'er, every time my father reads his memorials, he always says that he got into Jinshi somehow."

The emperor likes to talk to himself. When he hugged the sixth prince on his lap and read the memorial, he would often say things that he couldn't tell his foreign ministers. They all heard about it, but he still couldn't help but think about it. What kind of expression will the ministers have when they speak these words without restraint?

It must be wonderful.

Li Lan didn't care about other people's expressions and moods, he looked at his father with full expectation, and finally couldn't help urging: "Did you remember?"

"Dali Temple Minister...Feng..." Li Yan raised his hand to cover his eyes, and called out in a low voice: "Jing'er...it's my fault. If Jing'er is still here, if Jing'er..."

The emperor's eyes became clearer, and he let go of the hand holding the rabbit, but Li Lan's expression was extremely stern, and he pointed at him and said sharply: "Don't say Jing'er, even Li Yuan, if Li Yuan still Now, it will not be the turn of the rebellious son Li Lun to force Junfu!"

"Father..." Li Lan called him sadly, his voice seemed to be choked with sobs.He has cried a lot in the past few days, his eyes are often red and swollen, because he often wipes his tears, they are actually a little damaged, and now he is soaked by tears, and there are wisps of pain.

Li Lan choked and said in a low voice: "I thought... so it turns out that Father still refuses to recognize me."

But he quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeves, and tried his best to smile sweetly and well-behaved: "Lan'er will read the memorial to the father, and the father is not healthy, so Lan'er will read to the father... When Lan'er follows Prime Minister Xie and the others have learned how to approve memorials, and when the time comes, there will be no need for the emperor to worry about it."

At this point in the tone of voice, Li Lan couldn't stop choking after all. Li Lan bit her lip and confessed in vain: "Lan'er is willing to do anything for Father. I only ask Father... Father..."

After all, there is no sound.