The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

Chapter 125

"Your Majesty's kiss won't hurt." The boy said softly.

He kicked the culprit who tripped him under his feet, picked up the broken book, and the clean fingertips became dirty, and said aggrievedly: "It is the concubine who tripped over."

"Then what does the concubine want to do with it?"

Mo Guishi chuckled: "Unload it in eight pieces, tear it up and throw it into the stove."

"Or, Xu captured the minister who wrote this trick, knelt outside the palace, and compensated the concubine."

The young man spread out the fold, and inside happened to be a fold of drought, which recorded the situation in various places in detail, and the refugees gathered together and were rushing to Shangjing, if they were left alone, even if the army was transferred back to protect the imperial city, it would not help.

The sky was drought, not a drop of water had fallen for months, the corpses were half putrefaction, the plague was rampant, the victims rioted, and the world was in chaos.

Even knowing that the tyrant would not see the twists and turns at all, this man wrote in as much detail as possible, fighting for the slightest hint of unseen hope, as long as it can be seen, then the people of the world will be saved.

"Your Majesty, many, many people have died."

Those beautiful amber eyes were flushed, full of worry, and compassion for the people who died halfway.

His little one was crying for those damned homeless.

Mo returned to Ben and wanted to tell him that this was the punishment they deserved, but he couldn't say anything about those clean and hopeful eyes.

His little guy is so kind and simple, he can't see the world's suffering.

Obviously he doesn't understand anything, but he is so well-behaved and obedient.

Always find all kinds of excuses, intentionally or unintentionally protect those people, how can that careful thinking be hidden in front of him.

It's just a bunch of displaced people.

If you want to save, you save.

He didn't want the people in his arms to cry because of those who didn't deserve it.

"Xu will handle it, Concubine Ai doesn't have to worry too much."

Mo Guishi stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's soft face, helplessly promised.

Imperial promise, heavy gold.

What he promised would be done.

"Brother Shi is the best~" The young man's voice was soft, and he picked him up when he let Mo return, and he was hugged around every day, he was used to this, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

Although Mo returned to the dynasty, he did not ask about the imperial government, but he knew everything about those ministers, who worked conscientiously, for the country and the people, who bullied the people, embezzled and accepted bribes, and deceived the upper and lower.

Zhang Xuanji entered the dynasty for several years, but was never reused, and stayed in an inconspicuous position every day to work conscientiously.

Even tyrants never pay attention to the dynasty.

Each book is written exactly what the people need, concise and capable, without a single nonsense.

Compared with other courtiers, it is all nonsense, and there is no compliment at the beginning, but as concise and clear as possible, so that it is more convenient for those in power to read.

"Call him into the temple."

Mo's voice was faint when he returned, and the hall was obviously empty, but there was already a secret guard leading the order, and the little one in his arms seemed to have lost interest in painting, and was playing with his brush.

Sensing his gaze, he immediately sat upright, his back straight, and his well-behaved little appearance, as if the person who had just done something bad was not him.

The beautiful amber eyes looked at him innocently, how the little look looked weak, and in a trance, he seemed to see the little guy's tail hanging on the ground, flicking and flicking.

The little ears were pointy, moving slightly, so that he could not see, and blocked his ears, as if he did not want to hear his next reprimand.

Looking closely, everything just now seems to have disappeared.

The little guy sat obediently, seriously holding a brush to paint, with dried ink on his face, dirty, like a well-behaved little flower cat.