General, the little emperor ran away [System]

"Your Majesty, are you awake?" The prime minister looked cold, seeing that He Ning was not as respectful as he was a few days ago, and presumably he was annoyed by He Ning who was completely uncooperative and kept avoiding political affairs.

He Ning's heartbeat stopped, his stiff and cold hands and feet slowly warmed up, and his eyes gradually retracted, avoiding the prime minister's questioning gaze.

He had long expected that even if he sat on the throne, he would not be convincing. Instead of being a thorn in the flesh or a laughing stock after dinner, he might as well give up the throne and live his own romantic and happy life. Competing for their money and power.

It's a pity that his determination can only be told to the system. I'm afraid even the prime minister doesn't believe that he has no interest in the throne at all.

He Ning even thought that even if he simply wrote down the book of Zen status now, and even swore that he would never take a step closer to the capital, the new emperor would kill him immediately, cut off the root of the grass, and leave no future troubles , This is the cruelty of being in a high position.

prime minister...

The only prime minister who treats me well in this world...

It's the same.

No one is exempt.

but--

He Ning took a deep breath, and the smile in his eyes gradually became clearer.

Now he is no longer alone, and there is a mysterious helper called "System".

Even if you accidentally end up sleeping in the deep palace, there will always be a "person" who remembers you, so let's shed a few tears for him.

Raising his eyes, he met the magnified beautiful face of Lord Prime Minister, and He Ning looked at him pitifully with a pale face.

System: "..." It's a lie, the statistics show that he is in a good mood, why suddenly the golden peas are hanging from the corner of his eyes.

Looking at the crystal teardrops that were about to fall, the system felt complicated.

Facing such a little emperor, who could get angry? Sure enough, the corners of the Prime Minister's mouth twitched slightly, and his voice was much softer: "Since the emperor is fine, why is he lying in bed and pretending to be sick?"

Isn't this asking the question knowingly, if you don't pretend to be sick to avoid the difficulties of the government, is it true that you have to sit on the dragon chair to accept the scrutiny of civil and military officials and become a living target that everyone hates?

He Ning got up slowly, panic was written all over his small face, and the red and swollen eyes like a bunny carefully peeked at the prime minister, making sure that there was no angry look on the other party's face, and then he lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye. Open the mouth: "I, I didn't do it on purpose, I'm just, a little scared."

It's not a little bit, it's just that I'm so scared that I'm afraid I can't use my two legs to walk in front of the dragon chair in full view of everyone.

After speaking, He Ning immediately lowered his head, trembling as if he was afraid that the prime minister would hit him, and even tried his best to present a cute and weak image.

As soon as the prime minister came out of the conference hall, he saw off several court ministers and came over directly. He was still wearing court clothes, looking serious and serious, and even his extremely gorgeous face had a solemn expression.

The naked scrutiny in his eyes made He Ning almost ashamed, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, he could only collapse tightly.

Such a good-looking person should not embarrass himself, even though he forced himself to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, He Ning had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but there was nothing left.

Looking at his obviously distracted face, the prime minister sighed slightly: "The emperor is already the ninth-five-year-old, so why worry about it?"

It is precisely because of the Ninth Five-Year Honor that I am afraid.

If he was still the prince in name who lived in a remote palace that no one could remember, he really wouldn't be afraid.

He Ning buried his head deeply, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He also arranged too many people and things. For example, he is very afraid of the prime minister standing in front of him now.

These people greet you with smiles on the surface, but they may not know how to arrange you behind the scenes, and even try to put drugs in your meals, so that you don't know how you died when you close your eyes, just like every arrival in the palace Like a lonely ghost wandering around in the middle of the night, he can't find anyone for revenge.

He Ning knew that he would never be able to defeat these people, so he could only show weakness, and then find an opportunity to stay away as soon as possible.

Two streams of crystal clear tears were suffocated in the eye sockets, and she bit her lower lip tightly and did not speak.

There was silence in the huge palace, only the sound of a pounding heart in He Ning's chest that was almost about to be knocked out.

He Ning was even more afraid.

The prime minister's thin lips were tightly pursed, and he opened his mouth to speak. Seeing that the little emperor had already turned pale with fright, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he looked like he was about to roll his eyes and faint in the next moment, and shook his head without a trace.

He waved away many eunuchs and maids in the palace, and stood by the bed alone.

The quilt slipped from the shoulders, and the cold wind caused goosebumps to appear on the neck immediately. Su Su Yangyang's, and He Ning didn't dare to reach out to touch it casually. He kept trembling and was ordered by the prime minister. His scalp was numb and he raised his head. .

system:"……"

He Ning's nails almost grabbed a hole in the bed sheet, and his voice was thin and weak: "Prime Minister, Prime Minister..." He only said two words and then closed his mouth, as if he would never speak again.

What he wanted to say the most, "I don't want to be the emperor, I want to leave the palace", could not be said, then he really had nothing to communicate with the prime minister.

The first time he was born and the second time he was acquainted, at first he was horrified by the silent stare of the prime minister, but now He Ning is almost used to it, there is no fluctuation in his heart, and he even feels sleepy.

The prime minister waited left and right, and the expression on the waiting face was a little stiff. The other party was still like a frightened little rabbit, who refused to communicate without raising his head. , since you have inherited the Great Reign, you should look like an emperor, so how can you pretend to be ill and escape from political affairs?"

If you don't run away from difficulties, you must face them?

Let's not talk about whether he can clear up the government, just say that as long as he shows a little bit of hard work, he doesn't know if he can live tonight.

He would die if he did it, and he would be scolded if he didn't do it. He Ning felt depressed and wronged, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous. He lowered his head and replied nonchalantly: "Yes, I understand."

System: "!" Could it be that the legendary "left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, everything you say is right, so shut up quickly, I will never do what you say" magical kung fu?

How could he not see the blankness and strong conflict in his eyes, the prime minister sighed quietly: "Your majesty, since the late emperor handed you over to me, I will do my best to assist you, you... really don't have to worry."

Some words cannot be said too clearly, the prime minister coughed twice and covered his mouth with his hands.

He Ning raised his face and smiled gratefully at him, met a pair of cold and isolated but faintly soft eyes, paused, lowered his head and replied obediently: "Yes, I understand, my lord."

The system immediately flipped through the prime minister's information. The late emperor had two powerful right-hand men. One was General Lin who fought in the battlefield and followed the late emperor to defend his family and country and expand the territory. The country quells civil strife and allows the people to live and work in peace and contentment. The prime minister, who has a pen and a weapon, is a blessing to the country.

As for why the first emperor entrusted the little emperor to the prime minister instead of the general, the system knows without asking. I am afraid that the little emperor will be frightened and cry if he is not within ten steps of the general.

It's just that the little emperor didn't seem to relax his vigilance towards the prime minister, and the system also classified the prime minister into the category to be observed.

He Ning has been lying on the bed for a while, his body is a little weak, his cheeks are flushed after sitting for a long time, and his breathing is a little cramped.

The prime minister couldn't bear it: "If your majesty is tired, you can rest for two more days. There is no major matter in the court for the time being. I will first pick out the key points from the accumulated memorials and present them for your review."

He Ning was in a trance, didn't hear what he said clearly, only heard the key words that he still had two days to rest, suddenly he was relieved like a heavy burden, but when he thought of himself who needed to read the memorial two days later, he frowned sadly. With a straight face.

Seeing his appearance as a child, the prime minister didn't hold back, he rubbed the soft hair on the top of his head that was looking at him carelessly, and smoothed the anxious expression on his face with his thumb: "Okay, let's rest first."

Suddenly being touched on the head, He Ning was startled, and stared at him with wide eyes in horror.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, the prime minister smiled rarely, apologized and withdrew.

The system sighed: "The prime minister looks like a good person."

The Prime Minister is actually not very old, he looks in his 20s, he is very good-looking and quite attractive to passers-by.

He Ning looked dimly at the prime minister's receding back, pursed his lips and slowly lowered his head, grabbed the corner of his quilt, and murmured: "In the palace, there are no good people at all. not simple."

System: "...!" The most difficult thing is you. If you were born in modern times, the Oscar Best Actor would win you, maybe you could even win a grand slam.

He Ning didn't know what he was thinking. He blinked his big eyes for a while and then fell asleep. His slightly long eyelashes cast a dim shadow, his rosy and plump cheeks, and his slightly pouty lips glowed with water. More like a docile and harmless little sheep.

The system was a little stunned for a while, and after three seconds, it immediately shook the host and kept silently saying: "The fake is fake!"

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During the period of He Ning's "recovery", the Prime Minister still stayed in the palace. During the day, he sat in the outer room of He Ning's bedroom with a bunch of memorials for review, and from time to time, he came in through the curtain to care about the little emperor's physical condition.

He Ning nestled on the bed obediently and lay quietly, occasionally following the doctor's order to go down for a walk to exercise his muscles and bones.

"come over."

He Ning hid behind the gauze tent, secretly looking at the prime minister who was concentrating on correcting the memorial, when he was suddenly pointed at, he suddenly raised his face to meet the prime minister's slightly raised eyes, and stepped back abruptly.

Turning around in a panic, in a hurry, my calf accidentally bumped into the folder where the sundries were placed behind, and the vase on the barrier fell to the ground with a "boom" and fell to pieces.