His Majesty is a sick beauty

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Su Xun sat on the rickety carriage and looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, which contained information about some of the aristocratic families he sent Xiao Buwen to investigate.

Similar to what he imagined, these big families seem to have deep roots and lush leaves, but in fact, there are already signs of rot inside.

The direct descendants gulped down the benefits and were raised fat and strong one by one, and even had the atmosphere of only talking empty talk and being ashamed of being an official like the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. There was even a joke about the nephew sitting on ten thousand hectares of fertile land and the uncle starving to death in the grass hut.

He memorized the names above carefully. These young people who are ambitious but have nowhere to serve the country will be a sharp knife for him to tear apart the Murong family and even the elite politics!

"Your Majesty, calm down."

He looked up, and saw the cold national teacher sitting at the side, and said with his eyes closed.

The little emperor raised his eyebrows, and just about to speak, Qinghe continued.

"Your Majesty's killing spirit is too strong, which will hinder the longevity."

Su Xun looked curiously at the number one magic stick of the Yu Dynasty in front of him: "Can the national teacher feel it?"

Qinghe sighed, the chess game he had been deducing in his mind couldn't go on anymore, he simply opened his eyes and looked at the young emperor in front of him: "Your Majesty has been learning martial arts with the King of Qin recently, you know that there are literary ways in writing, and there are also martial ways in martial arts .”

"What is martial arts?"

Seeing that Qinghe didn't answer, Su Xun thought for a while, and said tentatively, "Surrender without fighting?"

After he said that, Qinghe Guoshi, who had been calm all this time, suddenly laughed. That smile was like spring breeze melting snow, which made Su Xun dumbfounded.

Murong Che said that I am the number one beauty, but I think that the title of the number one beauty should be given to the national teacher.

Qinghe nodded slowly: "Your Majesty's witty words are endless, and you can be regarded as a generation of literary masters."

Su Xun: "..."

Since the last talk in Nuanchi, Qinghe has maintained this aura of magic stick. Every time the little emperor accidentally shows his feet, the master of the state will say something in this meaningful tone, and wait for the little emperor to show his ears. After looking at him nervously, the wicked master of the state teacher stopped talking, leaving the little emperor to hold his beating heart alone.

Here it comes again... Su Xun pursed his lips guiltyly, while carefully looking at the national teacher, trying to discover something from his expression.

But just like the previous few times, Master Guo Shi remained calm and cold-eyed.

Well, Qinghe didn't know his true identity long ago, so he's playing tricks on him now, right?As soon as this idea appeared in the little emperor's mind, it was dispelled by the noble temperament of the national teacher who was like a white crane in the clouds.

No, no, Qinghe doesn't look like someone who would do such a thing.

The little emperor pursed his mouth pitifully, and fiddled with the bamboo slips in his hand.

The bamboo pieces collided and made a harsh sound, Qinghe didn't understand that the little emperor's music theory was at least taught by Murong Che himself, how could he move the bamboo pieces so that even a cultivator like him would feel irritated after hearing it?Finally, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to save the poor bamboo slip from Su Xun's grasp.

Under the gaze of Su Xun's suddenly widening eyes, Qinghe put the bamboo slip in front of her—then rolled it up and put it away without even looking at it.

"Why does Your Majesty look at me like this?"

Su Xun: I'm afraid that after seeing the bamboo slips, you'll think I'm a pervert who's free to spy on my subjects' privacy.

Qinghe leaned forward slightly, opened the curtain beside Su Xun, and the scene outside the car was immediately exposed in front of Su Xun.

In front of him was a green wheat field, and many gray figures shuttled through it, pulling out the weeds that had grown.These people were barefoot, wearing shabby linen clothes, their exposed skin was shriveled and dull, and the ribs on their chests protruded sharply.

Several peasant women carried baskets containing cold water and miscellaneous grains, followed by scrawny children, staring at the paddy fields with green eyes from hunger. Whenever they found grasshoppers or crickets, they would fly up and grab them. In the entrance.

Su Xun looked at this scene with some sadness. He was dressed in silk and smoked expensive spices, but at the same time, there were countless ordinary people living in hunger.

"Does Your Majesty know that these are the tenant farmers of Huangzhuang?"

Su Xun nodded, and heard Qinghe continue to say: "Even on the edge of the imperial city, there are many farmers who dream of becoming His Majesty's tenant farmers. Does Your Majesty know why?"

Instead of being a farmer with land, he should be a tenant farmer who is no different from a slave?Su Xun thought for a while, and was a little uncertain: "Taxes?"

"The Yu Dynasty was handed down to His Majesty, but it is only the second generation. The Yu Dynasty still upholds the concept of 'living with the people'. Compared with the previous dynasty, the taxation of the Yu Dynasty is not strict, but even so, the countryside is drowning now. Babies happen from time to time, too."

Qinghe looked at the frowning little emperor: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"An ordinary family of five spends only a few taels a year, but my incense costs hundreds of taels a day." Su Xun took a deep breath, "But even if I no longer incense, Even prohibiting all civil and military officials from burning incense, saving the money is just a drop in the bucket for the hungry people in the entire Yu Dynasty."

Maybe it was Qinghe's calm expression that encouraged him, or maybe the numb and sleepy people outside the car woke him up. For the first time, Su Xun plucked up his courage and tried to express his thoughts: "But if I can find a This way, farmers can cultivate more fields and women can weave more cloth, which can save them from the current plight of poor clothing and food."

"That's why Your Majesty drew the waterwheel and the spinning wheel."

Farming and weaving, Su Xun wants to start from these two aspects to improve people's productivity.

"Your Majesty." Qinghe said helplessly, "You are the Son of Heaven."

"what?"

"Emperor Li of the previous dynasty once dug a canal because of his own ideas. He drove countless corvees within ten years, and finally made this grand canal that runs through the north and the south. This river irrigates tens of thousands of hectares of farmland. Even today, it is still a water merchant. An important part of the road."

After hearing Qinghe's words, Su Xun suddenly froze.

Yes, he was an emperor, not an engineer or a draftsman.What he should do is not hide in the house and draw one or two new types of weapons or agricultural tools. What he should do is to coordinate the overall situation, become the brain of the whole country, and guide the country in the right direction.

"Your Majesty has a heart of loving the people." Qing He said with a smile, "With this alone, he has surpassed many emperors."

"If your majesty has the ambition to soar above the sky, I would like to be the east wind to help your majesty go straight up."

Qinghe's words were like enlightenment, which he could not forget for a long time, so that sitting in this palace, the little emperor looked at the mountain and stone Danqing in front of him, and the words of the national teacher echoed in his mind.

"His Majesty."

The familiar cold voice sounded from outside the door.

Su Xun hurriedly said: "National teacher, please come in."

Qinghe walked into the room slowly wearing a blue robe with wonderful Taoism on it. Looking at the landscape painting in front of the little emperor, he said helplessly, "Your Majesty, it's late at night, you should rest."

Su Xun suddenly raised his head, and saw Wang Gonggong cautiously following behind Qinghe, and shrank his neck when he saw the little emperor's gaze.

Su Xun: You accuser!

Su Xun patted his forehead helplessly: "I... feel a little flustered."

"I invite your majesty to come to the palace to let your majesty relax?" The little emperor has been too close recently, which is not good for his health. The national teacher expressed his concern.

Su Xun glared at Qinghe, saying that it was to relax his mind, or did he deliberately let him see the predicament of my people's life now?Hearing what the national teacher said this morning again, no matter how great his interest was, he lost it.

Qinghe seemed to smile, but the moment was so fast that Su Xun didn't see it clearly.

"Your Majesty, please leave first, I will stay here with Your Majesty."

"This……"

"Don't worry, Wang Gonggong, Your Majesty is my patient, and no one knows His Majesty's body better than me as a doctor."

Seeming to be persuaded by the doctor-patient theory of the National Teacher, Wang Gonggong nodded reluctantly: "That's fine."

After the prince closed the door and left, the whole room became extraordinarily quiet. Even the songbirds hadn't started to be active at this time of year, and there were only two shallow breathing sounds echoing in the small room.

For some reason, Su Xun felt a little nervous at this moment.

I, I am the emperor, I have nothing to be nervous about!

Su Xun secretly cheered himself up in his heart, but he didn't expect Qinghe to walk up to him directly, took his hand and brought him to the bed.

He was sitting on the soft bed, while Qinghe was standing in front of him, Su Xun felt that he was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

National teacher... You must at least say something!

Qinghe: "Your Majesty, please take off your clothes."

Su Xun: You better shut up!

Su Xun was so frightened that he jumped up. He looked at Qinghe with an unbelievable look, and the other party also asked in a puzzled tone: "Does Your Majesty like to wear a coat when sleeping?"

What... what sleep%3F what sleep, who sleep with? !

National teacher, you have fallen!

"Didn't Your Majesty want to sleep with my minister?" Qinghe said, taking off the outermost layer of clothes first, and undoing the bun under the nervous gaze of the little emperor.

In an instant, that snow-colored hair fell down. Qinghe's white hair was different from ordinary people's white hair. There was no trace of dryness and curling, but incomparably soft and smooth, as dazzling as snow falling on a glacier in winter.

Su Xun just stared blankly at the beautiful scenery in front of him, until Qinghe walked up to him and bent down, reaching out to hook his coat to help him take it off, the little emperor quickly grabbed his collar.

"Wait, wait for the national teacher!"

Qinghe maintained the previous action: "Please speak, Your Majesty."

"I feel that the following conversation is very serious, very serious, and it is very unruly to be dressed... disheveled."

"The minister is a Taoist and doesn't care about these red tapes."

Qinghe looked weak, but in fact he had amazing physical strength, he forcibly stripped the little emperor out of his clothes, and stuffed him under the quilt.

Su Xun huddled under the quilt, looking nervously at the expressionless national teacher.I saw the master of the country walked outside the door, and seemed to say something to the maids who were watching the night outside the door. After a while, he came in again with a quilt in his arms.

Eh?

Qinghe tucked up the little emperor's quilt, and after confirming that there would be no cold wind blowing in at night, he put the newly carried quilt beside him and lay down next to the little emperor.

This, this, this... What is the situation?

Even though he was sleeping with a man, Qinghe still had that indifferent look: "Please tell me, Your Majesty."

"say what?"

"Didn't Your Majesty say you were flustered?" Qinghe tilted his head slightly, and the white hair on his forehead fell onto the quilt with his movements, "You can tell me what your Majesty is flustered about."

The eyes that are as bright as the galaxy and accommodate everything are now reflecting all of him.

"Your Majesty's ambition, your majesty's great wish, and even your majesty's sorrow."

"You can tell the minister."

At that moment, Su Xun was like an ascetic who stepped into the Buddhist gate, suddenly raised his head, and in front of him was the human god and Buddha who looked at him with compassion.All the confusion and pain disappeared in an instant, leaving only a pure altar, reflecting his figure.