I wish my son was stupid and reckless

Li Yan didn't know that Xie Bie already knew about Li Lan.

The emperor looked at his carefully bandaged right index finger with some irritability, and was even more irritated when he looked at the mountain of memorials on the desk.

Li Lan was lying on his lap, and when he saw this, he fed him the dainty yam cake made with flower molds in a plate.

Li Yan opened his mouth, brows were still frowning, and Li Lan held his hand and blew carefully, his big eyes were still moist, and he looked even more sad than if he was hurt and touched: "Lan'er, Father Huhu!" , it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Li Yan smiled, shook his head and said, "Okay, Father doesn't hurt." Then he patted Li Lan's head in distress, and asked him, "Did Father scare Lan'er before?"

Li Lan bit his lip, shook his head, tucked into his father's arms obediently, and said in a low voice, "It's Lan'er's fault. My father said that I won't allow it... Lan'er is still going out... Father don't be angry, Lan'er Listen later."

Li Yan was smoothed by his cuteness, and the left hand that stroked the back of his neck was gentle: "Lan'er, if they could all be like you, father would not have worked so hard."

Li Lan opened his mouth, glanced at Le Ran secretly, and swallowed everything he wanted to say quietly.Although he didn't know why he couldn't say to find someone to share the burden for his father, but he had an intuition that his father would be angry when he heard this. He had already made his father angry today, and he couldn't make his father angry again.

What's more, the father would actually hurt himself when he was angry. He still feels shocked when he thinks of the bloodstains on the table, and his eyes are sore.

Li Yan withdrew his left hand from caressing his young son, and took a copy from the mountain of memorials beside him.

As the emperor, of course, he didn't have to do it himself. He had to take a look at the important memorials. For the rest, he only needed to approve the prime minister's suggestion. It didn't take an hour or even half an hour at all.Just like his father, Emperor Changping, he can devote all the time he saves to other things. Even if he doesn't believe in burning pills, he can still tease his son in peace.

But Li Yan was unwilling to do so.

Xie Bie is certainly trustworthy and talented, but as an emperor, once he loosens his grip on the power at hand, he will be easily excluded.His father was the one he had seen with his own eyes. The bewildered emperor knew nothing about what happened in the dynasty, and his imperial orders could not even be conveyed beyond the palace city. The emperor's brother who asked for immortality took over the important task of managing the government, controlled the government to a watertight, and finally poisoned his emperor's brother so that he could get his wish to be promoted to immortal, and then replaced him.

He even set up a will in an aboveboard manner.

Li Yan shuddered when he thought about it.As the son of heaven, once he gives up the power in his hands, it is like letting others hold his throat. Even father and son brothers are not enough to trust.

He let out a long sigh, unfolded the memorabilia in his hand, and accidentally touched his right index finger, which was wrapped too carefully, and the pain caused the emperor to gasp slightly. Li Lan heard the gasp, and a grunt came from his knee. He got up, carefully took the memorial in his hand, glanced at it twice, turned it over for him and placed it on the table.

Li Yan's heart moved. He was very angry about Li Lan's literacy before, but the anger returned. After he calmed down, think about it, he has always taken care of his son, and he has never been taught privately. possible.What Liping said was not wrong, he had heard a thing or two about the idiot who was particularly obsessive, and gradually he thought about it.

Thinking about it carefully, every word Li Lan learned was taught by him with his own fingers, and he felt some secret complacency.

The emperor, who was injured in his right hand, looked at his son sitting in his arms for a while, and asked him, "Do you recognize the word Xiangzhou?"

Li Lan turned around to look at him, stretched out his finger and struggled to write Xiang in the air: "Xiangzhou? The magistrate of Xiangzhou is called Liu Zimu. His father said his handwriting was very ugly. I don't know how he passed the exam." Scholars."

Li Yan looked at him, and chuckled lightly for a while: "I really remember everything."

The emperor pointed to the pile of memorials with his tail finger, and said: "Wipe your hands clean, and find out all the memorials with the word Xiangzhou on your father's behalf."