General, the little emperor ran away [System]

"Ah!" He Ning was startled, and stepped back abruptly, just bumping into the prime minister who was rushing over, and hurriedly stood upright, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

He folded his hands in front of his stomach, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and he looked terrified.

The prime minister took his hand and asked in a panic: "Is there any injury? Imperial physician, imperial physician..."

"It's okay, I'm okay." He Ning quickly stopped his cry, "It's just a vase..."

His eyes were slightly red, like a shivering little rabbit held under the paws of a big bad wolf, looking at the prime minister eagerly.

The inspection was indeed all right, the prime minister let out a breath, and seeing his students making mistakes, he slowly narrowed his eyes: "Who taught you this?"

He Ning froze for a moment, hesitating: "Master, when I was young, I was stupid and often made mistakes."

The prime minister took him by the hand and walked out cautiously from the pile of debris: "How can the emperor be stupid." Without waiting for He Ning to refute, the prime minister asked again, "What kind of books do you usually read?"

It's a bit like a master's school exam homework. He Ning hasn't read in class for a long time, and he feels a little flustered: "No, no, just read it casually."

The prime minister didn't speak, and called someone to come in and clean up.

There were many people in the room, and He Ning was very unsteady. He tried to stand up many times but was stopped by the prime minister's eyes. He lowered his head and wrung his fingers vigorously.

Fortunately, none of the little maids dared to raise their heads, they quickly sorted out the debris, and immediately filed out. When there were only two people left in the room again, He Ning exhaled, feeling as if he had been reborn.

He doesn't like or even fears crowded places, because you never know whether there will be people who are not good for you.

The prime minister had already stood in front of him at some point, and lowered his head slightly, all he could see was a small, black, furry head, and the raised hand suddenly paused in mid-air, after thinking for a while, he finally put it down , touched and rubbed again, and sure enough, it felt right last time, it was soft and comfortable.

The warmth of the palm came from the top of the head, and He Ning's back froze.

"Are you afraid of me?"

He Ning shook his body, looked up at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand why he made a move suddenly, but subconsciously shook his head.

The prime minister glanced left and right, blinked his eyes and smiled at him, saying: "There is no one else here now, please forgive me for your disgrace."

No, no, you can do whatever you want. He Ning shook his head like a rattle, staring at the prime minister with serious and focused eyes, and said stumblingly, "No, I'm not drunk, I should thank you."

The prime minister smiled, walked around the desk and sat cross-legged under him, pointing to the accumulated memorials on the table: "Do you understand all of these?" "

He Ning was speechless, raised his face to meet his encouraging eyes, picked up the courage to pick up a memorial, looked at him first, and then opened it, because he seldom opened his mouth, and the young man's voice was a little hoarse and he read it word by word: " ...Drought in the west, please the emperor to exempt from taxes, taxes, and miscellaneous labor..."

The prime minister narrowed his eyes slightly, and unconsciously tapped on the desk with his slender fingers, which attracted most of He Ning's attention even though there was no sound.

He stared intently at his two round eyes. He had never seen such white and tender fingers. He looked like a fairy. He deserved to be a person with a pen. It was a thousand times more beautiful than the rough, heavy and blood-stained palm he remembered. , no, ten thousand times is not enough.

The memorial, which was already difficult to read, was even more difficult to read. The densely packed characters were all like little bugs, and he almost couldn't recognize them.

The prime minister frowned slightly: "What do you think, do you want to be exempted?"

"Ah?" He Ning didn't know, he didn't even know what the memorial said, he hesitated and put down the memorial, and lowered his head.

Regarding his lack of progress, the prime minister was obviously very helpless, sighed slightly and pushed the jujube cake on the table in front of him: "I mean, according to the emperor's intention, should this tax be exempted?"

He Ning repeatedly waved his hands: "I just finished my lunch, I won't eat."

The prime minister smiled softly: "I heard that the emperor liked jujube cake very much before, and even once ate it so badly that I went to the imperial physician?"

"It's okay, eat it, as long as you don't overdo it, your stomach won't hurt."

He Ning grinned, and retracted his outstretched hand before touching the white plate. It is very impolite to eat casually while talking to others.

He swallowed his saliva, his eyes lingered back and forth between the jujube cake and the memorial, hesitated and struggled for a while, and finally opened his mouth under the expectant gaze of the prime minister: "I think, if you want it, the people can't eat. Don't burden them any more."

The prime minister looked at the plate full of jujube cakes with his eyeballs almost stuck in front of him, pursed his lips and asked again: "But if there were no tax corvee, you wouldn't have so many delicious clothes to wear."

He Ning is young and doesn't get in touch with many people. Even if he looks at the little maid, his face is always three points timid and seven points scared. The prime minister really can't show the etiquette of the emperor and ministers in front of him, so he treats him like a child teach.

"Then, then I won't eat." He Ning swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, forcibly tearing his eyes away from the delicate jujube paste cake exuding a faint sweet smell, turning his face away as if to give up something serious Seemingly, he made up his mind and said, "I can eat a little less, I am full, but they are not full."

The prime minister's fair and pretty fingers twirled a piece of dark red jujube cake and handed it to him, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and there was a smile on his brows and eyes, like a fairy in a dream: "Eat it."

He Ning couldn't help smacking his lips, looked at him and then at the jujube cake, suddenly made up his mind and shook his head resolutely: "No, I really don't want to eat it." Then he looked at the prime minister's face that softened instantly, and asked tentatively, "Can you exempt them from taxes on the money I have left over for pastries?"

Thinking that the people in a city can't eat a bite of food, and even the children can only dig the soil to eat. Although He Ning can't take care of himself, he also feels that they are very pitiful. If he really doesn't eat jujube cakes, they will have food, then he, I would rather not eat pastry all the time, and not die anyway.

He had a begging look on his face.

The smile on the Prime Minister's face became stronger, and He Ning who smiled was a little confused.

The Prime Minister rubbed his swollen cheeks with his fingertips, they were as soft as imagined, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, things are far from being so simple."

The young man's voice is clear and bright, different from He Ning's soft and waxy voice, it sounds very clean, but it has such a solemn tone.

That's not enough. He Ning couldn't understand his deep meaning, and he wasn't interested in asking. Anyway, the Prime Minister of Government Affairs can handle it by himself, so he can do whatever he says.

He Ning Sha nodded in a serious manner: "Well, it's urgent."

The prime minister frowned, and stuffed the jujube cake into his hand: "Eat it, it's already been made, if you don't eat it, it's still a waste."

Hearing what he said, He Ning took it immediately, rolling his small Adam's apple up and down by two points, seeing that the prime minister was smiling happily with his eyes squinted, and after thanking him, he took small bites and stuttered very well.He had learned these etiquettes when he was a child, but he had never had the chance to use them. He was not unfamiliar with them at this time, and he was even a little extravagant because of his innate temperament.

The two cheeks were gnawed and gnawed so fascinated, the prime minister couldn't hold back, and rubbed his head with his palm: "Good boy."

He Ning opened his mouth, wanting to say that the prime minister is actually not much older than him, but he knew that he would not eat or sleep, so he glanced at the prime minister and swallowed the words together with the jujube paste cake.

The jujube paste cake was not small, and while he was eating it, he looked at the prime minister's profile while correcting the memorial, and suddenly thought of the rumors about the prime minister that had happened a long time ago with you ladies-in-law.

The prime minister is a man of talent, a young talent.He recited poems at the age of three, wrote lyrics at the age of seven, became the number one scholar in high school at the age of 15, and became the prime minister at the age of 17. He is the youngest prime minister in history. Even though he is only in his 20s now, he is indeed much better than himself.

In fact, in the court, no matter who it is, a random person is more suitable to be emperor than him. I really don’t know why this huge poisonous pie fell directly on his head, and almost killed him directly. .

After eating one piece of pastry, it was too sweet and a bit greasy. He Ning didn't take the initiative to get the second piece, but lowered his head softly, as if I refused to read the memorial.

The Prime Minister looked up at him during his free time, and then pushed the plate in front of him: "If you want to eat, take another piece, but you can only eat another piece, if there is too much, it will not be good for dinner."

He Ning is at the age when he likes to eat sweets, but at this time, in front of the prime minister, he just glanced at the remaining few yuan reservedly, and shook his head: "No, I'm a little full."

The prime minister casually poured him another cup of hot tea: "Well, the emperor knows that self-discipline is good, and you can't eat too much of what you like."

He Ning took it over in panic: "Thank you." He took a sip of the tea, suppressed the sweetness in his throat, and lowered his eyelids, "Yes, I understand."

The prime minister withdrew his hand and froze in mid-air, seeing his little mouse shaking his head halfway, as if he was still investigating whether it was dangerous or not, and he still didn't correct his etiquette.

"Excessive taxation is not the only reason why they can't eat. The court provides disaster relief, but it will definitely not be the method written in this memorial. Officials only care about their own pockets, and they don't have the time to care about the stomachs of the poor."

He Ning was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that the prime minister would teach him again, and nodded immediately: "Yes."

The prime minister asked again: "Then what method do you think should be used?"

"Use, use..." He Ning spoke slowly, and finally said cautiously, "Use the prime minister's method?"

This time it was the prime minister's turn to be stunned.

He Ning took the opportunity to stand up immediately: "My lord, I feel a little sleepy after eating..."

"Last time, the emperor told me that he didn't want to be emperor?"

"Kangdang—" With a sound, the teacup in He Ning's hand fell on the table.