I wish my son was stupid and reckless

When Li Lan was young, he loved to pillow on his father's lap, eating snacks or holding a rabbit in a daze, looking up at his father's approval of memorials that seemed to be endless.

Now, he is struggling to review those endless memorials one by one, and Li Yan's knees have not allowed him to rest in peace for a long time.He had a fuss today, somehow, he suddenly relaxed, closed his eyes, and lay his pillow on his familiar legs, smelling the fragrance of medicine and the sweet-scented osmanthus of Red Bean Lantern Festival, it was really like this Fell asleep.

He slept soundly, and others felt overwhelmed.Li Yan was stunned for a while, looking at the young man on his lap with aggrieved eyes, his face full of bewilderment.Le Yue and Liping were also dumbfounded, but they didn't dare to wake him up. In the end, they could only let the palace maid clean up the broken porcelain on the ground first, and then they all watched over it eagerly.

However, Li Yan had already taken medicine before eating.Originally, he was still ill and couldn't eat such sticky and indigestible things as red bean yuanxiao, but today he suddenly said that he wanted to eat it.Liping took his pulse and he was fine, so he took the medicine and waited a while before eating the red bean yuanxiao.

Because the emperor is suffering from a heart disease now, it is natural that some medicines such as tuckahoe can nourish the heart and calm the nerves. After one dose of the medicine, Li Yan began to feel sleepy after a while.

Li Yan was originally ignorant and mentally weak, but now that he was tired, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, wanting to hug something and fall asleep.It happened that there was someone on his lap as a pillow, so he endured his sleepiness and condescended to look at this vicious rebel.

He knew as promised that it belonged to Li Lun, the rebellious beast who killed his brother and put his father under house arrest.His most beloved youngest son, Li Lan... was born stupid, was captured by this unfilial son, and used it in his hands to threaten him into submission... Li Yan originally swallowed his anger for the sake of his beloved son, but he took a closer look under the lamp Suddenly, he felt that the young man's facial features were extremely familiar, so familiar that he felt a little kind.

Said to be a gentleman father, Li Yan has never been close to his three sons except for his youngest son. Now he is in a daze and can't remember things often. Qing, but the one on his knee made him feel familiar.

He couldn't help but reach out and brush up the young man's loose hair and take a closer look. The hair in his tentacles was slightly cool and damp, and he subconsciously twirled it at his fingertips.The young man who was sleeping soundly seemed to be startled, he called "Father" indistinctly, then turned his head to the side, and rubbed his cheek on the back of his hand.

Li Yan was rubbed until the back of his hand was crisp, and when he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, he felt the back of his hand was rubbed crisp.The young man's cheeks are soft, fair and smooth, and his beard has not grown loose yet.He froze there, his mind was full of chaotic lights and shadows, as if someone called him father, he couldn't see clearly with his extreme eyes, rubbed his eyes, and fell out of the lights and shadows.

Li Yan was in a trance for a long time after losing his mind and soul, and then slowly raised his hand to rub his forehead.

Liping, who was doing nothing by the side, saw his actions, and suddenly his eyes lit up: he was always afraid that Li Lan would irritate his father, so he didn't allow the little fool to wander around in this bedroom.Now that the blood has been cut every day for almost a ten-year period, he simply took a dose of tiger wolf medicine to see if he could make the emperor stimulate the phlegm that was fascinated by his heart.

Li Yan didn't know this, he was still in a trance, as if he was trapped in a thick white mist, lightly pressing his fingers couldn't stop the throbbing pain in his forehead.It took him a while to be brought back to his senses by the coolness between his fingers, and he lowered his head to see that he was still holding the young man's half-wet black hair in his hands.

Unexpectedly, he touched the young man's soft cheek again. This time the young man just moaned softly, but he still rubbed against his hand, which made his heart go cold.He just stared at this strange yet familiar face for a while, and he didn't know when the initial shock and anger disappeared, but he just felt sore and swelled in his heart.He didn't know why he let this young man—this young man who was probably his rebellious son Li Lun—sleep on his lap, but he felt familiar, as if this was something he should have gotten used to long ago, and there was no need to make a fuss about it.

These days, his mind has been immersed in ignorance and chaos, and he is not very able to think about things; now he is sleepy and feels lazy, but he does not want to disturb the sweet dreams of the young man on his lap, so he squints his eyes. The black hair in his hand was divided into several locks and braided randomly.

His Majesty the Emperor is not a handy court lady, she never learned how to weave ropes and tapes since she was a child, and her little black hair was messed up by him and turned into a messy mess.Li Yan didn't like it, so he let it go, and picked up another handful, and weaved it again...

Li Lan was awakened in a daze by the pulling pain on his scalp, and when he raised his head, he saw that Li Yan had fallen asleep sitting up, with a handful of his hair still tightly clutched in his hands.

He carefully removed his father's hand from his head, gently hugged him and laid him flat on the bed, and covered him with a brocade quilt.

After doing all this, I felt very uncomfortable on my head, and before I had time to study it carefully, I heard the sound of air leaking.

Liping looked at the little fool's messy hair, which was not even enough to be called a braid, and couldn't hold back his laughter.