Your Majesty, You Can't

Chapter 133 - No memory is a headache

Such a handsome and handsome man, who else is there but Mr. He Lan? !

The graceful lady proprietress of the inn widened her eyes, watching the black-haired man stepping down gracefully on the stool and helping another handsome young man, her red lips parted slightly and she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Lord He Lan. "

He Lanzhi turned his head to look at the excited beauty shopkeeper, and let out a confused nasal voice, "Huh?"

"I didn't expect the honored guest who reserved the place today to be Master He Lan," the proprietress walked up to He Lan in three steps at a time, and said excitedly, "We haven't seen each other for seven years, is Master He Lan still in good health? Is the young man next to you a face, your friend?"

Although he was a little frightened by this overly enthusiastic proprietress, He Lanzhi responded with a very gentlemanly smile and politeness: "Thanks for your concern, everything is fine. The one next to me is——"

"Who said he was the one who booked the restaurant!" He Lanzhi was about to introduce, but was interrupted by Zhao Yin's unhappy words, "I am the one who booked your inn, why are you so enthusiastic about him!"

"Ah, is it the place reserved by this son? That's really embarrassing." The shopkeeper smiled apologetically, then turned to Zhao Yin and explained, "Master Helan used to be a frequent visitor to the place reserved here, so the little girl thought this The venue is still reserved by Mr. Helan. May I ask what your honorable guest should be called?"

Only then did Zhao Yin's gloomy face soften a little, but his tone was still cold, and he only uttered two words in response to the shopkeeper's inquiry, "My surname is Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao." The shopkeeper responded kindly, stretched out his slender hand to point the coachman in the direction of the stable, and then led the two of them into the inn half-invited and half-invited, "I didn't expect that the person who would come with Mr. Zhao is Where is Lord Helan?"

"I didn't expect him to be a regular customer here." Zhao Yin glanced at He Lan, who was a little guilty, and deliberately walked between him and the proprietress to separate the two, "Since he is a frequent customer, the shopkeeper might as well give some Is it a discount?"

"That's natural." The shopkeeper raised his drooping hair and smiled lightly, "Our store has prepared everything for you two, please change your clothes. Mrs. Helan is still the same, right?"

"Ah...?" He Lanzhi looked at the shopkeeper blankly, and nodded with a vague understanding, "Yes..."

"Then please enjoy yourself." The proprietress smiled and closed the door of the dressing room for the two of them, and then the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and she changed into a grumpy expression as she stepped on the floor with a hand stove in her hands leave.

"Huh?! What's the attitude of that kid!" The shopkeeper scolded in his heart unhappily, but he didn't know that he was scolding the emperor, "Thanks to my old lady for arranging such a good girl for him! It's a waste of time! "

At this moment, the eunuch brought by him was serving Zhao Yin, who was changing clothes, and he was also very uncomfortable questioning He Lanzhi through the wooden wall.

"Azhi, what does she mean by saying it's still the same?"

He Lanzhi raised his hand to ask the boy to untie the belt tied around his side, and replied without tears: "How do I know what is still the same..."

"Aren't you a regular customer?" Zhao Yin raised his eyebrows and took off his clothes, "If I hadn't come here, would you still plan to hide it from me?"

"That was all seven years ago, or something, I have long forgotten..."

"Then why were you right when she said it was business as usual!"

"I—" He Lanzhi couldn't argue with anything, so he picked out the Prime Minister Yuan who hadn't been mentioned for a long time in his heart and cursed, "That's all I can say."

"..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yin's rebuttal did not sound for a long time.

"His Majesty?"

He Lanzhi pushed open the wooden door naked, and glanced back at Zhao Yin's changing room, which was empty except for the folded casual clothes.

"Aren't you there?" He Lanzhi murmured thoughtfully, and turned his gaze to the front. The door leading to the hot spring was just ajar, and it seemed that someone had already opened it.

It turned out that Zhao Yin didn't reply to him because he was the first to go to waste.

"It seems that I'm worrying a little too much." He Lanzhi let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hands to put on his robe, stepped on the clogs and opened the wooden door along the path, pushing away the hazy mist and walking towards the hot spring pool.

As his body gradually passed through the permeating white-gray water vapor, He Lanzhi finally saw the figure clearly in the pool——

What came into view was the scene of Zhao Yin being pressed against by a woman.

"Xiaoyin!!!"