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Chapter 599 Your Majesty is a Cow Cat 14
"Master, it's getting late, why don't you take a rest?" Qiuyan was very distressed. Ever since she left the Shoukang Palace, the master has been looking at the account books and calculating the abacus for several days.

She brought a bowl of health-preserving medicinal soup to take before going to bed, and looked eagerly at the beauty under the lamp.

It was pitch black outside, and this was the only palace with lights.

Lan Shuying put the pen on the ceramic pen holder. Her soul strength is high and she has a photographic memory, so she didn't feel confused after reading so many accounts.

It's just that Empress Ji's body is unreliable, which made her feel sore in the back of her neck and her waist.

Fortunately, with the help of Qiuyan's skillful hands, it soon became much more comfortable.

The queen mother handed over the account book to her. If there was no conspiracy, who would believe it?

But Lan Shuying is sure to handle her.

Because the plot of the stolen toffee is very complete, especially the time schedule, it is very detailed.

For these, she has long been prepared.

The previous turmoil won't hurt her, and it will soon be time to fight back. The best part is that she doesn't need to do anything, the preparations are sufficient, and now she just needs to wait.

Lan Shuying looked carefully around the corners and wondered, "Where's the big flower?"

Qiuyan: Is master fascinated by that ugly cat spirit?

Yanyan was wronged, wanted to cry, and even wanted to throw the cat.

She replied in a very low mood: "Dahua has fallen asleep, and someone has already carried it back to the Nuan Pavilion."

Feeling that the master was about to ask again, Qiuyan pouted her lips even higher, and replied in a muffled voice: "The feed is very full, the cover is very warm, and I haven't vented or vomited, so don't worry, master."

Lan Shuying was amused by her: "I don't worry about it, but I don't worry about you now, what's wrong with a cat?"

She blew on the page she had just written and put it on the shelf to dry.

"Tomorrow, if you send this insight to Shoukang Palace, you will say that you have read the account book, because the status of each palace has not changed, so you will still follow the salary arrangement that her old man proposed last month."

"It's just that nobleman Shun was frightened, and it was hard work to conceive a dragon fetus... Pick out half of the things that are not against the rules here in this palace, and add them to her."

Qiuyan listened carefully and agreed.

"In this way, the empress dowager shouldn't be in trouble anymore."

"It's just that it's not difficult for us for the time being, and I don't know in the future. The day before yesterday, I asked you to find a way to contact the people in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. How is it?"

Qiuyan lowered her head in shame.

Lan Shuying didn't need to look to know that there was no play.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is Wen Xuanwang's base camp, where he reviews memorials, meets important ministers, discusses important military affairs, including reading and leisure.

If he was too busy, he would rest in the Hall of Mental Cultivation that day.

In such an important place, the people who serve there are all confidantes, and no one can bribe them away.

Counting the few days before Lan Shuying returned to the palace and on the road, the emperor had not set foot in the harem for more than 20 consecutive days.

But apart from taking "sick leave" in the first few days, he never missed the next court.

Just avoid the harem.

This means that, as in the plot - Wen Xuanwang's body is in a coma, and Cui He, the chief eunuch of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and several important officials in the court have reached a consensus that they have found a puppet to replace him temporarily, so as to avoid chaos.

Since he is a puppet, of course he dare not get his hands on Wen Xuanwang's woman.

Recently, there have been complaints in the harem. In the evening, some people eagerly wait for the sound of the wheels of Chun En's chariot, even if it is the sound of the dragon chariot passing by.

Clearly no gains.

"I have to think of a way..."

Lan Shuying glanced at the tuft of black and white hair on the threshold.

"I remember that the one who went to the palace to announce the decree was called Zhang Ping. It would be great if I could find him..." She sighed, "I took a nap when I was very tired today, and I dreamed that something happened to your majesty. .”

Da Hua, who was eavesdropping behind the threshold, trembled.

"It's hard to feel at ease if you can't face the saint."

After saying this sentence, Lan Shuying deliberately hung up on Dahua's heart, and didn't say anything about her plan, and fell asleep after a while.

She didn't let the lights be turned off that night, and the candles kept burning.

A stuffed ball of fur finally slipped into the room along the threshold, and climbed onto the table with difficulty. It managed to fix the writing brush in the middle with its two paws, and began to write on the paper.

……

"ah!"

Lan Shuying was still in the tent when she heard Qiuyan's exclamation.

She knew it well, but she pretended to be puzzled and asked Qiuyan what was going on.

Qiuyan held the piece of paper in front of her.

I saw a few lines of crooked and small characters written on it, which is less organized than a beginner's child.

Basically, they are all connected, like a pen being dragged on paper.

Many of the strokes did not turn in place, and an ugly big ink dot appeared from time to time where the strokes stopped.

What can reveal the identity of the writer most is a white fluff on the edge of the paper.

——Because the paper was broken with a gap, this hair was caught in the middle of the gap.

Lan Shuying suppressed a smile, and hid the cat hair in her palm.

She pretended to be serious and said: "Absurd! How could such a thing appear in the place where I sleep!"

outside.

Dahua, who was drowsy in the cat's nest, shivered, feeling guilty, and quickly turned her back to this side.

Qiuyan was also very angry and wanted to investigate, but was stopped by Lan Shuying for the reason that she should not say anything.

Besides, the things on this paper are really useful.

Wen Xuanwang wrote so much hard to teach her how to win the trust of Zhang Ping, as well as Zhang Ping's immediate boss, chief eunuch Cui He.

"do you understand?"

Lan Shuying asked Qiuyan, "If there is no problem, you can go now and let the one who is not on duty come over tonight. Be careful not to be seen by others."

Qiuyan understood: "The servant brought a cup of ginseng chicken soup, pretending to deliver the soup to His Majesty, so as not to make people suspect the master!"

"Smart girl, go quickly."

Dahua heaved a sigh of relief, and still lay on her side on the layers of blankets.

A small stone blue quilt covered the cat's body, revealing only a small furry head.

The little milk cat was already lethargic, but Dahua had the soul of an adult in her body. In order to hear more news, she always tried to stay awake.

I did a big project last night, how can I survive now?
The little head connected in black and white is bit by bit, and it looks like it is about to fall asleep.

Wen Xuanwang didn't know:
The woman behind the desk, who seemed to be busy with the bills, was actually looking at him the whole time.

After he fell asleep, he finally reached the turning point of the plot.

……

Wen Xuanwang seemed to have had a strange dream.

He dreamed that he became an ugly and weak kitten, who was despised all the time.

Those servants who were not qualified to meet him satirized him with the most vicious language, standing in front of the cage from time to time, pointing at him and talking about it.

He even heard the two eunuchs discussing whether to cut off his food and distribute the milk to other prettier cats. Anyway, such a poor cat would not be liked by his master.

presumptuous!These dog minions! ...

Wen Xuan was so angry that he didn't hit a single place, and suddenly sat up!
(End of this chapter)