Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

(The two chapters I wrote yesterday were so bad. I have revised both chapters today. You may have to go back and read them again before you can catch the content. I’m really sorry. I’m going to give you a thumbs up to the readers, woo hoo.)

The tall body pressed against him from behind.

Zongyue sipped her cold earlobe beads and said with a chuckle: "I am willing to serve the Queen Mother with my little effort."

Everyone in the hall did not dare to look directly at him, and all bowed their heads and retreated.

Logically speaking, as the regent, Zongyue should be more accustomed to being served.

But what was unexpected was that he was very skillful in helping Cha Jiu change clothes and wash up.

"I was not favored in the palace before, and I had to do many things myself." Zong Yue answered her doubts in just one sentence.

But Cha Jiu could see the hardships he had endured over the years.

In the palace, an unpopular prince's life was not as good as that of ordinary palace people, and it was common for him to be trampled and bullied.

Seeing Zong Yue's eyes downcast and lonely, Cha Jiu felt sour in his heart.

"Those days will never happen again from now on." She held Zongyue's hand, her eyes flashing.

"Can I still stay in Yongning Palace tonight?"

"You can stay here as long as you want."

Zong Yue couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, but quickly suppressed it: "The Queen Mother is still considerate of the ministers."

It turns out that being miserable is useful.

The system, which saw everything clearly, rolled its eyes to the sky.

……

Ever since Chajiu turned into a cat, the little emperor felt like he was in a deserted place when he came in and out of Yongning Palace.

The palace servant reported that the queen mother was still washing, but he didn't care and walked directly to the study.

He came here today just to get the Queen Mother's seal and issue a decree. Why did he need the fake Queen Mother to be present?

The study room of Yongning Palace is dignified and simple. A red willow wood desk is placed in a brightly lit area by the window. Next to it are several tall bookshelves filled with books on people's livelihoods such as governing the country, agriculture, industry, and commerce.

The books are fragrant, quiet and peaceful.

But the little emperor hated this place very much.

The Queen Mother was very strict with his homework and would always ask him to endorse or answer questions in the study.

As long as he failed the examination, he would stretch out his palms to be beaten and punished. No matter how much he cried and begged for mercy, he could not get the other party to give up.

"Your Majesty, where there is a punishment, there is a warning. The Aijia punishes you for the sake of you and the future of the country." The Queen Mother would always say cold words.

Only Xiaoluzi would beg for mercy on his behalf, apply medicine to him with tears after the punishment, and understand his pain and humiliation.

"No matter what, Your Majesty is the master of this world and the noble emperor. How can the Queen Mother be so cruel?"

Only Lin Guogong "hit the point" and comforted him: "Your Majesty, after all, you are not the Queen Mother's biological child. Naturally, she cannot love you as much as she does her biological child. The only people in this world who truly love and care for you, except the late Concubine Lin, I’m afraid the only one who is related to you by blood is the Lin family.”

A breeze blew through the study, bringing the little emperor's distracted mind back together.

He used to feel uneasy when he walked into this study, but now he can feel calm and relaxed when he comes back today.

He walked leisurely and sat down behind the desk, imitating the Queen Mother's usual behavior, sometimes raising a cold eyebrow and throwing the paper into the void, reprimanding the non-existent "ministers".

Sometimes he would pick up a cinnabar-red pen and sketch notes on memorials, deciding state affairs and the life and death of others with one word.

carefree!

Really fun!

The little emperor finally tasted the power in his hands.

So when Cha Jiu stepped into the study, he heard the emperor's laughter amusing himself.

There was a huge screen in front of the desk, so the little emperor didn't notice Cha Jiu's arrival right away.

When Cha Jiu slowly approached, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he awkwardly scolded: "Who allowed you to come in privately!"

He thought the person standing in front of him was the fake queen mother.

Cha Jiu remained silent and looked at him with a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

A chill rose from the tail spine, and the little emperor felt a familiar pressure, and his heart "thumped".

wrong.

She is really... the real Queen Mother!

The chair under his butt suddenly turned into a hot iron. The little emperor suddenly stood up, threw away the cinnabar pen in his hand, and stared at Cha Jiu in panic.

How to do how to do!

The Queen Mother has recovered, is she going to settle a score with him? Are you trying to pull him down from the throne?

But to his surprise, Cha Jiu had no intention of blaming him.

She walked to the little emperor calmly and pressed his shoulder: "Sit down."

The little emperor was stunned.

what?

She asked him to... sit on the seat where she corrected memorials and handled political affairs?

Chajiu put the cinnabar red pen into his hand, opened a memorial and placed it in front of him.

"The living conditions of the soldiers in the border towns are difficult. This is a discount to ask for an increase in military pay. What if Your Majesty handles this matter?"

Although the little emperor was uneasy, he quickly gave the answer: "The border guards are related to the stability of the country, so naturally they cannot be treated harshly, and military pay should be paid."

Cha Jiu shook his head: "Your Majesty, don't be too one-sided when thinking about the problem. If the border town is facing war, military pay will naturally be increased. But now the country has no external worries, but there are internal ones. Droughts are constant everywhere, but the national treasury is weak. . The top priority is to use money for disaster relief, quelling chaos, and restoring production."

"As for the predicament of the border towns, it can be solved by integrating soldiers and farmers."

The little emperor was confused: "What is the integration of soldiers and farmers?"

Chajiu said: "The so-called integration of soldiers and farmers means that the soldiers no longer simply train for fighting, but farm in their spare time and fight in wartime. They mount their horses as soldiers and dismount their horses as farmers. This can not only solve the difficult conditions of border towns, It can also reduce the pressure on the court.”

After that, she added: "These are all in the books that the Aijia asks you to memorize."

The little emperor chatted.

Those books?

He was so focused on pampering the beauty that he never even opened it.

Chajiu opened another memorial: "The minister of the Ministry of Rites spoils his concubine and destroys his wife, and he shows no respect to his auntie. How should we deal with this?"

The young emperor knew that the Minister of Rites was a member of Chajiu, so he flattered him and said, "Although the Minister of Rites is restless at home, he is quite knowledgeable in court matters. Why don't we just give him a salary and give him some punishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cha Jiu denied it again: "This person should be severely punished, dismissed from his post and investigated, and never be an official."

The little emperor hesitated: "He is yours."

Chajiu held his hand and wrote neatly on the memorial: "According to the punishment."

The third memorial is about the clan's money-making case.

This time the little emperor did not dare to make a conclusion immediately.

He thought about it again and again, still hesitant.

Chajiu frowned slightly: "Your Majesty, if we deal with political affairs at this speed, within half a month, this study will be filled with memorials."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the little emperor always felt that someone laughed softly outside the screen.

Chajiu coughed slightly, signaling to the people in the dark not to be so arrogant.

After waiting for a while, Chajiu sighed, took the pen from the little emperor's hand, and made a note not to pursue it.

The little emperor was completely confused: "If the matter of the Minister of Rites is to be punished according to the law, then the clan should be punished as well!"

He still remembered what the regent said: treat everyone equally and not be biased!

Cha Jiu said slowly: "You must be flexible when dealing with political affairs, and you must look at the overall situation. What the Minister of Rites shakes is the etiquette, which is a big deal. If there is no heavy punishment, it will definitely shake the rules of the monarch, his ministers, his father and his son, and his descendants. If things go on like this, The country is in disorder.”

"The money the clan collects is just the service fees of some wealthy businessmen. It's not a big amount. You agree with me. It's a small matter. There is no need to go to war for this small amount of money. It has chilled the hearts of all the clan members and made them resent you."

The more the little emperor listened, the more his head felt swollen.

In his eyes, correcting memorials was no longer a symbol of power, but a heartbreaking trouble.

Chajiu smiled half-heartedly and handed him the cinnabar pen again.

This time, the little emperor did not dare to accept it again.

The sum was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and he didn't want to bear it.

……

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There is another chapter being written, maybe it will be published in the evening.