I wish my son was stupid and reckless

Li Lan returned to the dragon bed, the bedroom was empty.In the past two years, Li Yan has become increasingly displeased with people other than Li Lan being close, especially when he is ill.

Xie Bie tried to persuade him several times, but Li Yan didn't listen. He looked at Xie Bie with dark eyes like abyss, and said softly, "Zinian, I'm afraid."

Xie Bie looked at Li Lan who was rolling on the ground with the rabbit in his arms, and didn't know what to say.

He vaguely felt that the emperor's favorite young son was too stupid and well-behaved, too lovable.

Li Yan couldn't say this well, so he went to ask Liping, and Liping asked him back: "I wonder how many idiots you have met, Prime Minister Xie? You can still compare them."

Thank you for being dumb.

What's more, after observing for a long time, His Royal Highness Chu Wang has never shown any signs of being stupid.

So he didn't bother with this issue any more, instead he went to curry favor with Li Lan, using sweets and snacks, so that the little prince could help him hand out paperwork when the emperor was sick.

Li Lan didn't know about this.

He sat down beside the dragon bed, looking worriedly at the still sleeping emperor—his father, still frowning in his dream, occasionally wriggling slightly.

Li Lan bit her finger, at a loss, and dared not touch him.

From the first day he lived in Qianyuan Palace, he was repeatedly warned that the emperor should not make a sound when he was asleep, and must not be disturbed.In particular, it was extremely difficult for the emperor to fall asleep, and he often had nightmares and palpitations. If he was awakened, he would not be able to sleep peacefully all night.

Li Lan didn't take it seriously at first, he felt that he slept well with his father, and his father slept soundly, and he didn't wake up when he hugged his arms.

Until one time when his father had a nightmare and struggled in his sleep, Li Lan woke up in a daze, and subconsciously wanted to wake him up.

But he heard his father scream, and then he was pushed away and fell directly under the bed.

Li Lan was crying on the ground when Happy waited for someone to come in in a hurry. The corner of his forehead was bruised in a large piece on the hard edge of the bed leg, which was obviously too much on the white jade-like forehead.

But everyone couldn't care less, because the emperor had already sat up, but his eyes were still covered with a layer of cold shadow.

He was reaching into the dark compartment at the head of the bed.

Yue Yue was so frightened that his ghosts sprang up, and he exclaimed, "Your Majesty, wake up!"

What Li Yan put in the dark compartment next to his bed was not a legendary story book, but also an obscene instrument—it was a heavy crossbow that had been wound up!

Only then did Li Yan seem to realize something, he blinked slowly, the gloom in his eyes gradually faded, he rubbed his brows vigorously, still in shock, he glanced at the bed, and suddenly changed his face: "Lan'er! "

Lexi quickly picked up Li Lan and put him back on the bed.

Li Lan didn't care about crying, so she crawled over and hugged Li Yan and sobbed loudly: "Father! Lan'er is wrong...don't want me...lan'er will, will be very good...don't want me!"

Li Yan's heart was trembling, he hugged Li Lan, and sternly reprimanded: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go to the imperial physician!"

Li Lan recovered from the past, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her forehead.

It was smooth and full, and there were no scars or marks left, but it was green for a full month at that time.

In Liping's words, fortunately he was a fool, otherwise he would have been even more foolish.

Li Lan didn't think he was stupid, he just had a headache occasionally, but he never told anyone.

He only needs to be responsible for staying with his father and coaxing his father to be happy, no need for headaches.

Li Lan's drowsiness just now was interrupted, but his father hadn't woken up yet, and he was a little bored. After sitting in front of the bed with his knees hugged and eating the remaining two plum candies, he picked up the memorial in his hand.

His father liked to read memorials with him in his arms, read a passage from time to time, and then scolded the ministers to himself.

It's been five years, no matter how stupid I am, I'll see it again.

Besides, Li Lan was never stupid.