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Chapter 602 Your Majesty is a Cow Cat 17
Until today, the drama master arranged for Wen Xuanwang to go back to play.

Immediately afterwards, Dahua also woke up in his body.

The little milk cat is not as clever as Wen Xuanwang, it doesn't know what happened to itself.

It lives according to the habits of cats, which is normal.

But in the eyes of others, it is the body of a person, and this person is their most honorable emperor.

Of course it looked weird and scary.

After Lan Shuying heard it, she cooperated with surprise and said, "Take me to have a look!"

In order not to alarm others, Zhang Ping brought a package and handed it to her hesitantly...

Lan Shuying scanned it with her ghost eyes and found that the furoshiki contained dark blue clothes, which were similar in color to Zhang Ping's body, but with fewer patterns.

She immediately understood what it was.

Lan Shuying simply took the package of eunuch clothes and went into the inner room to change.

When she came out again, she became a little eunuch with a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye.

Ji Mingyue has a well-proportioned figure and a light figure, and she looks thin and thin in this wide suit.

The full head of black hair was braided into a bun under Qiuyan's skillful hands, and the whole hair was wrapped in a gauze hat.

As long as she doesn't look up, she looks no different from a teenage eunuch.

Zhang Ping was moved to tears.

He thought to himself, the empress is indeed His Majesty's confidant!
She can put down her figure like this, which shows her sincerity towards His Majesty!
When Lan Shuying was about to leave the house, her heart skipped a beat, she went back to the dressing table, and put a phoenix spreading its wings red gold tassel hairpin into her bosom.

Zhang Ping stood at the door and wiped the corners of his eyes.

The deputy chief eunuch said in a tearful tone, "Your Majesty has been wronged..."

His eye circles, nose were red, and he looked as if he had cried once while she was changing.

Lan Shuying was speechless for a while, and hurriedly urged: "Let's go, the business is important."

In fact, she has already decided in her heart that this Zhang Ping is loyal enough to Wen Xuanwang, but his brain may not be very good, eh.

And when Dahua saw her confidant crying like this, the feeling was beyond embarrassment.

At the same time, he was really touched: the queen did this, which means that she was really worried about his safety.

Now Wen Xuanwang's mind is clear.

He thought of his actions in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and said to himself, the imperial decree written by me was not in vain.

It's just a strange incident in the Hall of Mental Cultivation...

Wen Xuanwang groaned in his heart, could it be that this damned ugly cat took his body?
Yes or no, you can only know by watching.

But Lan Shuying was unwilling to take him.

Qiuyan wants to stay in the bedroom and pretend to be her, pretending to be sleeping.

That way no one can come and look at the big flowers.

So Lan Shuying locked the doors and windows of the Nuan Pavilion with her own hands. This time it was different from the past, and she would never let him have a chance to slip out.

The little weak cat stared up at the closed door in astonishment:? ? ?

Let me out, hello!You ungrateful woman!You come back to me!
Wen Xuanwang exasperatedly let out a series of grunts from his throat.

……

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is still lit tonight, and the defense outside is tighter. Even Zhang Ping has to check the sign when he enters and exits.

Lan Shuying followed behind him with her head down all the time.

She handed out the token Zhang Ping gave her on the road, and slipped in smoothly.

As soon as they stepped into the inner room, the two heard "meow" one after another at the same time.

From two voices.

A voice was deep and ferocious, with unease mixed in.

The other person's voice is a bit like Zhang Ping's, a male duck's voice that is neither yin nor yang.

Lan Shuying recognized the one on the left, Cui He, the chief eunuch.

In the past, when Ji Mingyue was favored, Cui He was responsible for giving her rewards.

The one on the right, with most of his body hidden in the bright yellow tent, with only half of his face showing, is obviously Wen Xuanwang's body.

"You... what are you doing?" Lan Shuying finally couldn't listen anymore.

"Wen Xuanwang" meowed, and Cui He quickly answered it without taking a breath.

——Shall we learn how to meow together?Meow meow meow meow?

When Cui He turned his head, his eyes looked like looking forward to a long-lost relative, or like a free man who had been enslaved for many years and finally waited for a savior.

Cui He's eyes filled with tears: "The Empress! The slave pays respects to the Empress, the emperor..."

"Okay, don't be too polite, let me go and have a look." Lan Shuying interrupted him.

This "Wen Xuanwang" obviously didn't recognize her.

Facing her approaching, it was very nervous, and its barking became more urgent.

Lan Shuying stopped, "Is there anything to eat, go get some, he must be hungry."

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Ping hurried to go.

The aroma of food wafts in from outside.

No one is sure when His Majesty will wake up, and the meal will be re-made every few hours. Wen is in the small kitchen, and it is easy to serve it directly now.

Aroma travels faster in a warm inner room.

Even Cui He, who was emotionally disturbed, couldn't help his stomach churning.

But "Wen Xuanwang" just glanced at it and didn't buy it.

"Is there any goat's milk? Cow's milk is also fine."

Lan Shuying suddenly remembered that the people from the Royal Beast Garden had come to remind them that there were two cats in this litter that had not been completely weaned, and Dahua was one of them.

It was just because Wen Xuanwang couldn't accept that he went back to drink milk, so he weaned it early.

He is a picky eater and does not eat the special cat food from Royal Beast Garden.

He couldn't let him starve to death. Lan Shuying cooked a bowl of cat rice by himself, and asked the cooks to do the same, so that he could serve the cat's stomach well.

Perhaps in the eyes of this "Wen Xuanwang", the meals brought by Zhang Ping are not its food, but the mother cat's milk is.

But she can't ask these two stewards for cat milk.

In the middle of the night, let people go to the Royal Beast Garden to get cat milk. Didn't they tell the outside that there is a problem here?

"This..." Zhang Ping was a little embarrassed.

Cui He patted his thigh: "Yes! There are frozen milk cubes in the small kitchen, my slave will go and warm them up!" That's for making milk tea.

"Go back quickly."

After a while, Cui He came back.

There is an oval porcelain pot on the tray, and half a bowl of milk in a blue and white bowl.

Suddenly, the aroma of milk filled the air.

"Wen Xuanwang" sniffed the sweet scent, gradually left the curtain, and staggered over on all fours.

Lan Shuying put the bowl on the low table, scooped it out with a spoon, and let it cool down, so that he could eat it as soon as he lowered his head.

Normal people put their mouths to the edge of the spoon and suck it.

But with the habit of little milk cats, they only know how to stick out their tongues to lick.

Zhang Ping and Cui He's eyeballs fell to the ground, and they were all dead.

After feeding until there was only a thin layer of white in the bottom of the bowl, Lan Shuying stopped.

"Wen Xuanwang" meowed in dissatisfaction, and regardless of fear of life, he kept moving his head towards the bowl, his eyes full of longing.

Lan Shuying raised the bowl high, and it knelt down and reached out to touch it.

Because the movements are always a beat slow, and I can't touch them yet.

Stupid and cute, it's easy to bully at first glance.

For a moment, Lan Shuying regretted not bringing Dahua here.

(End of this chapter)