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

The Jinshi who asked the question looked moved and ashamed at the same time: "Brother He cares about the people. Compared with you, I am really too narrow-minded."

After that, he put down the chopsticks in his hands and stopped touching the meat in front of him.

He Wenxin pretended not to notice Yelu Zongzheng's concern for him, waved his hand and said seriously: "If the people in the southeast can get over the difficulties as soon as possible, it will be okay if I remain a vegetarian for the rest of my life."

When the surrounding courtiers and scholars heard this, they were all moved by He Wenxin's kindness.

Yelu Zongzheng, who was sitting at the top, also had some impressions of him.

Hey...what is this? He seems to be the son of the Minister of Household Affairs?

The article was beautifully written, but the views were quite mediocre and not as good as the number one scholar he fancied. But if you have good character, you can keep it for future observation.

The topic shifted to the hungry Southeast victims, and the atmosphere became heavy.

Many people at the table, either out of sincerity or hypocrisy, put down their chopsticks and stopped eating to avoid leaving a cold-hearted impression on His Majesty.

Only Cha Jiu was still feasting, and the venison plate in front of him was almost empty.

Everyone looked at her.

Yelu Zongzheng also looked at her and suddenly asked: "Do you want another plate of venison?"

He was asking sincerely and out of concern.

I don't know why, but seeing Cha Jiu eating contentedly, Yelu Zongzheng felt inexplicably relieved.

It's like feeding a kitten.

Moreover, this little champion's body is too thin and he will fall down if the wind blows. He needs to eat more to gain more weight.

But when this sentence fell into the ears of everyone, it was interpreted as sarcasm.

——The people are so miserable, do you still have the heart to continue eating?

Chajiu looked at the empty plate, licked his lips, and still couldn't help but said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward. This venison is so delicious."

The implication is to have another dish.

Yelu Zongzheng shook his head and smiled secretly, and asked someone to send her some more.

Someone said angrily: "Master He has a good appetite, but the poor people in the southeast have even hollowed out the roots of trees and grass. Now they can only eat soil to satisfy their hunger, and even change their children to eat."

Cha Jiu paused in the movement of holding the meat and looked at the man in confusion: "If I don't have a good appetite, wouldn't the food on the table have to be poured into the swill bucket and wasted? The people in the southeast can't eat food, and those of us who can afford it are the ones who can eat it." We should also cherish every drink and every meal we have in front of us and never waste it.”

The man's face turned pale: "That's not what I meant."

"What does Mr. Chen mean?" Chajiu knew that the old boy who was looking for trouble was from He Jinfu's faction.

"When natural disasters strike and people suffer, we should be more concerned about the people and tide over the difficulties together."

Cha Jiu chuckled: "Can eating a vegetarian diet and praying for blessings solve the problem?"

Master Chen immediately choked and said, "Does Master He already have a countermeasure in mind?"

He Wenxin picked up the wine glass and drank, hiding the smile on her lips, thinking that He Yanyang couldn't keep calm, and fell into the trap so smoothly.

Nowadays, the national treasury is tight and there is no extra money to provide relief to the southeast. What else can we do besides praying for blessings?

Now that Cha Jiu has said that he despises the method of praying, he must come up with some practical and effective methods.

Chajiu swallowed the venison in his mouth and said slowly, "I do have a plan."

Master Chen snorted coldly: "I'm all ears."

Cha Jiu said slowly: "Since money cannot be withdrawn from the treasury, we can only rely on donations from the courtiers."

Master Chen thought she could come up with some amazing method, but he didn't expect it to be an old-fashioned method, and he couldn't help but smile scornfully.

Yelu Zongzheng was also a little disappointed.

The method of asking courtiers to donate money has long been tried.

But these people only cried about being poor, and in the end the money they collected together was not enough to buy relief grain for a county.

Master Chen said: "The courtiers in the disaster-stricken areas in the southeast have already donated one round..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Cha Jiu interrupted, and then continued: "The donation from the courtiers is only the first step. From this beginning, the aristocratic families, merchants, gentry and landlords will all donate money and materials to support the southeastern disaster area. If there is a lot of money for poverty alleviation in rich areas, we can collect a considerable amount of money for relief."

Everyone was stunned.

Is this going to shave off a layer of skin from the wealthy people in the capital?

Yelu Zongzheng thought for a moment, then the tall figure stood up and left the table.

Take away Cha Jiu by the way.

"You come with me."

Cha Jiu responded and followed his footsteps.

Yelu Zongzheng drank a lot of wine, but he did not ride in the sedan chair. Instead, he and Cha Jiu walked in the palace corridor.

The palace attendants who followed him slowed down a few steps, leaving space for the monarch and his ministers to talk secretly.

"Your method is good, but if you want the people below to donate more money, then the courtiers must take the lead and donate more." Yelu Zongzheng frowned and pointed out the problem, "But now these people would rather cry about poverty than reveal anything. Fu, what should I do?"

Sometimes I really want to confiscate all the homes of these courtiers!

Chajiu smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, this matter is not difficult to handle."

Yelu Zongzheng stopped and looked at her in surprise: "Can you tell me? If you do this well, I can reward you heavily."

Chajiu glanced around and said cautiously: "I'm offended, your majesty, please give me a listen."

After saying that, she stood on tiptoes, came closer, and whispered the plan again.

Yelu Zongzheng was slightly startled before he could react.

In front of him was Cha Jiu's long and slender neck, so close that he could even see the slender hair at the end of her hair. In my ears, there is a clear sound like a breeze blowing over the hills. It is like a gossamer entering my ears, making me feel numb and itchy.

You can also smell a light jasmine aroma.

This man... also uses floral scent to diffuse his clothes?

Yelu Zongzheng couldn't help but be confused.

After Chajiu finished speaking, he stepped back and looked at Yelu Zongzheng with bright eyes, as if waiting for his opinion.

Yelu Zongzheng put his fist to his lips and coughed twice in embarrassment: "I didn't hear you clearly just now, please say it again."

"..."

Chajiu said it again.

This time Yelu Zongzheng heard it clearly and was surprised again: "This method of yours... is really damaging."

Cha Jiu spoke sincerely in his ear: "If I can share your Majesty's worries, what does it matter if I don't need my face?"

There was something seductive about what she said.

But who knew that after hearing this, Yelu Zongzheng let out a deep laugh, reached out and patted the back of her head affectionately, and said in a deep voice, "I know your loyalty."

Chajiu: "?"

No.

There was something wrong with the way this child of luck looked at her.

It was obvious that the elder was looking at a young boy.

Or the owner is looking at his favorite pet dog!

The system said faintly: "Your current identity is indeed that of a young boy, and... to a certain extent, you are indeed Yelv Zongzheng's lackey."

Although Chacha is beautiful.

A beautiful lackey.

Chajiu: "..." I'm speechless, my husband is now my boss.

Since it was getting late, Cha Jiu was arranged to stay in the palace for one night.

Yelv Zongzheng, on the other hand, was in a good mood and returned to Qinzheng Hall.

I saw him writing vigorously in front of the desk, writing again the word "give" that Chajiu had written for him at the banquet.

On the snow-white rice paper, the handwriting is bold and vigorous, like a swimming dragon, showing the majestic aura of the world's overlord, even more powerful than Cha Jiu's thin gold body.

Where is the clumsy look of not knowing calligraphy?

"Hey Yanyang."

Yelu Zongzheng looked at the words he wrote, but read out a name that had nothing to do with it.

It was obvious where his heart was at this moment.

Yelv Zongzheng was very interested.

He thought he knew who he was going to cultivate.