I wish my son was stupid and reckless

Tong Yan Wuji was always the most playful, Li Yan shook his head with a smile, tapped Li Lan on the forehead, and told him, "Let go."

Li Lan was aggrieved and hugged his father's waist even tighter.

The emperor was worried and sick, and he envied the king of Chu with his waist. Li Lan's two small arms, which were so short, wanted to wrap them around him. It was probably his father's thin waist that inspired him, so he stretched his arms vigorously. Holding his father's waist, trying to hold his right hand with his left hand.

Li Yan pursed his lips, struggled uncomfortably, grabbed Li Lan's two paws and pulled them from his waist, saying, "Lan'er, don't make trouble."

Li Lan rubbed over aggrievedly and asked, "Why?"

Li Yan hugged him by the bed and was ready, then suddenly stretched out his hands to tickle his waist and armpits.

Li Lan giggled and curled up into a ball, kicking his hands and feet wildly. Before being kicked, Li Yan pulled away in time, straightened his clothes and said, "Understood?"

Li Lan crawled over with a smile, imitating Li Yan, reaching out to scratch his father's waist, laughing while scratching: "Father is ticklish!"

Happy watched in horror as the emperor and the sixth prince laughed and rolled into a ball on the bed, but dared not step forward to disturb them.

After a while, I heard the emperor laugh out of breath and say: "Come here, hahaha, cough cough... Escort!"

Only then did he step forward in three steps and two steps as if he had just woken up from a dream, and carefully lifted the sixth prince from the emperor's body.

The child was full of anger, and his vest was already covered with a layer of hot sweat. Li Yan sat up from the bed panting, with sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, he waved his hand to Le Ran and said, "Take Lan'er to...to take a bath again. .”

Li Lan was picked up from behind, waving her hands and feet and struggling a bit: "Lan'er has been washed!"

Li Yan straightened his sleeves, but he still breathed lightly, smiled and waved his hands: "I'm sweaty all over, go and wash it off."

While taking a bath, she happily reminded her again: "Your Highness, please remember not to make any noise. Your Majesty sleeps lightly and is easily awakened. If you wake up, you will often not be able to sleep all night."

Li Lan patted the sweet-scented osmanthus on the water and asked, "Why is this happening?"

Le Ran didn't dare to tell the king's right and wrong behind his back, but said perfunctorily: "Your Majesty's health is not good."

Li Lan nodded with a vague understanding.

Le Ran understood it with reason and moved it with emotion: "Your Majesty will come to the court tomorrow to ask about politics. If you can't sleep peacefully for a night, it will hurt your health."

Li Lan let out an "ah" and said, "Father, it's been hard work..."

Le Ran smiled, picked him up and wiped his hair: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and it is hard work to bear the burden of all the people in the world, hundreds of millions of people."

He and Le Le are all Da Dang who entered the palace and went to the inner school since childhood, and they speak very politely.

Li Lan sighed in a dignified way—when such a child carved in pink and jade looks innocent, and imitating an adult when he sighs, it will only make people feel extremely cute—and said: "If someone can replace father, ..."

Le Ran covered his mouth, and his face turned blue: "My little ancestor! There should be a limit to Tong Yanwuji, and you must never say this a second time! Absolutely not!"

Li Lan blinked and nodded, Le Ran let go of her hand, panting in shock.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to be thinking about the future too smoothly. In such a cannibalistic palace, he grew up guarding a childlike fool with no restraint. Would he break his heart?