I wish my son was stupid and reckless

Li Yan just fell ill, and he was emotionally paralyzed. He didn't realize it yet, but now that he's recovered, his fingers are so distressed that his brows are frowning. Seeing Li Lan crying and kneeling at his feet, his heart aches even more. Call him softly: "Lan'er, you get up first."

Li Lan couldn't get up, not only couldn't get up, but cried while hugging his arm.

Li Yan had no choice but to coax him: "Lan'er, get up first, Father's hand hurts badly."

Li Lan hurriedly took his arm again, carefully peeled off the wide sleeves that fell down, held his wrist and carefully looked at his injured index finger with a pair of tearful eyes: the nails like thin jade flakes had not been completely broken off, the broken nails The place tore apart the flesh fiercely, and the tears that Li Lan was holding back carefully fell down again, dripping on Li Yan's fingertips, which made Li Yan hiss softly again.

Le Le has hurried over with the small silver scissors, took the emperor's wrist from Li Lan, and carefully cut off half of the broken nails.

Li Yan frowned and let him cut it. Li Lan watched from the side, and Dai Le withdrew his hand, then suddenly grabbed Li Yan's wrist, lowered his head and sucked his injured finger.

Both Li Yan and Le Yue were stunned, but Li Lan did it very naturally. The tip of his tongue was warm and soft, and when he brushed against his fingertips, he was very tender. Chasing and sucking up again, the tiny tip of the tongue was wet and slippery, it didn't feel pain when it swept across the wound, it was just crispy and itchy.

Li Yan was stunned for a while, then withdrew his hand again, pulling out a stretched stream of saliva with his fingertips, Li Lan raised his hand and wiped it with the brocade of flowing clouds on his cuff, and whispered, "It won't hurt if you lick it... This is taught by my mother!"

Of course, the emperor who grew up in the palace had never heard of such a simple way to stop bleeding and heal wounds. Looking at his wet and sticky fingertips, he was annoyed and funny, but Li Lan came closer and pointed at his fingertips. Blow.

The wet fingertips only felt a burst of coolness, and it really didn't hurt that much.

Li Yan is always obsessed with cleanliness. Before today, he could never have imagined that his hands were sticky and drool-filled by being licked.But at this moment, thinking of Li Lan's anxiety and distressed eyes, he felt that his heart was full of irony, and he didn't care about it at all. He just gently touched the top of Li Lan's head with his other hand to comfort him.

But when Liping came, his words were very unpleasant.

The head of the Supreme Hospital looked at the transparent saliva on his two fingers with distaste, and said with a look of lovelessness: "Your Majesty, were you bitten by a dog?"

Li Yan slapped him fiercely, but Aizi had already dismantled him: "Lan'er didn't bite Father!"

Liping suffocated from laughing, and while carefully wiping the emperor's hand with a handkerchief soaked in cold water, he teased the silly little prince: "Sixth brother, I'm talking about dogs, not you."

Li Lan blinked his big eyes, not knowing how to answer, so he looked at his father helplessly.

Li Yan called his closest medical officer by name: "Li Ping, what did you just say? Say it again."

Liping faltered, imitating Li Lan, blinked his eyes, looked at Li Lan, and said very seriously: "Your Highness Sixth, my subject Li Ping just counted and figured out that you belong to the dog."

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Yue Yue, and quickly said respectfully: "It's true, back to Your Majesty, His Sixth Highness's birthday is indeed the Year of Renxu."

Li Yan hadn't paid attention to this before. Seeing Li Lan's big black eyes and fluffy eyes, he couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth, reached out to touch the top of Aiko's head, and whispered while touching, "Oh , which is quite appropriate.”

Li Lan didn't know why, she just squinted her eyes and obediently rubbed the top of her head against his father's palm.