I wish my son was stupid and reckless

Li Yan was soft-hearted and didn't know what to say. Li Ping stood up knowingly and sat down beside the bed. The palm print on the cheek: "Does it hurt?"

Li Lan wanted to shake his head, but when he saw Liping blowing his beard and staring, he had no choice but to give up, blinking his eyes and saying, "It doesn't hurt. Lan'er is not good, and my father is not angry."

Li Yan raised his hand and pressed his heart, Li Lan's gentleness wrapped him in every hole, rose up little by little, soaking his whole body in it, it was so warm that he felt so tender that he would be numb all the time Neither want to go out.

Li Yan thought with emotion, he is still such a young child...

He thought again, I might really be inseparable from Lan'er.

But he still didn't express his emotion so quickly, the emperor stretched out his hand to hold his son's right wrist, and said softly: "You scared the emperor today."

Li Lan called "Father" in a low voice, and Li Yan squeezed his wrist bone, and lowered his head in surprise, as if he just realized that this little son has grown so big, and what he touched was completely a piece of paper. Vice young people are muscles and bones.

He collected himself, held Li Lan's wrist and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to hold a sword in front of your father."

Li Lan responded briskly, and looked at him without blinking, infinitely greedy.

Li Yan suddenly felt confused, he lowered his head to look into Li Lan's eyes and asked him, "Why is Lan'er being so nice to Father?"

The three people standing behind all raised their hearts to their throats in an instant.

Unexpectedly, Li Yan laughed himself after asking the question. He remembered the first time he met Li Lan, stretched out his hand to scratch the thin calluses on his son's palm, and replied, "Because the father is good-looking, isn't it?"

He sighed again as he spoke, and touched his face: "Lan'er has grown up, and father is also old, so it won't look good in the future."

Li Lan held his hand instead, and said anxiously, "It's pretty! Father...everyone looks good."

As she spoke, she followed Li Yan's example and reached out to scratch his palm.

The emperor's palms were even softer than his own. He had been on the throne for ten years, and he had never touched a weapon again, only the thin calluses left by years of writing.Li Lan couldn't help touching it a few more times before saying, "If Lan'er is not good to Father, who is good to?"

What he said was justified, as if the jade rule was just and fair, and he never thought about making things easier.

Li Yan's breath became stagnant when he heard it.

Liping and Lele thought in unison, stupid is really stupid, sweet-mouthed is really sweet, no wonder they have coaxed the emperor well for so many years.

But Li Lan thought his father didn't believe him, and his voice was a little anxious: "Lan'er only has father! There is no one else, only father. Father is good to Lan'er... Lan'er is not good to father, who is he good to?"

Li Yan chuckled lightly, and gently pressed the red and swollen finger marks on his face with his fingertips: "Father lost his temper with you, don't you...don't complain?"

Li Lan bit her lips: "Lan'er is... a fool. The emperor is angry, it must be Lan'er's fault."

Li Yan turned his head and took a quiet look behind Leleran and Liping, who turned pale after hearing this sentence. Without hesitation, he turned back and sighed: "Lan'er is not stupid. Lan'er is my father's treasure... it is God's mercy." I, Li Yan, the favor bestowed upon me."

He lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, paused, and asked in a low voice, "Will Lan'er give Father whatever Royal Father wants?"

Li Lan hummed, and pinched his little finger to make a tick: "Give it to the father. Lan'er's life is given by the father. Lan'er belongs to the father. Whatever the father wants, Lan'er will give it to me." ."

Li Yan laughed softly, he continued what he did just now, lowered his head and kissed Li Lan's eyes lightly.

The emperor's lips were thin and cold, but Li Lan didn't even close his eyes subconsciously.

The moist eyelashes wet the emperor's lips.

Li Yan said lightly but seriously: "Father will never beat you again."