A kitten dressed as an empress

In summer, it was already extremely dry, and the hair that had been soaked in water due to bathing returned to its former fluffiness after a while.

The little milk cat lay neatly on the low table by the window, seeming to be very comfortable, and the fluffy little tail that dangled makes people want to pinch it.

Zhao Yao, who just took a bath, is wearing a thin skirt, her long loose hair is only tied with a green belt, and the fine hair scattered around her ears is pulled by the wind, which has a special charm.

"Your belly is getting rounder and rounder." Zhao Yao held the book in one hand, and casually poked the fluffy buttocks with the other hand.

This rather frivolous action caused the little milk cat to cry out in dissatisfaction: "Meow!"

Zhao Yao didn't stop there, but took advantage of the situation to hold the raised pink paws, raised her brows lightly and said: "The size is not long, but the claws and teeth have grown a lot."

Wen Ruyan was inexplicably apprehensive about the sudden gaze, and was about to spread her claws and run away when she was grabbed.

"Meow!"

Zhao Yao tapped the restless little head with one hand, and raised the corners of her lips threateningly: "If you move around, I can't guarantee that your paws will lose a few little fingers."

There was a bang on the little head, and Wen Ruyan looked at the girl holding the scissors without tears, thinking that if it was a mistake, it would be a bloody disaster.

Every time the ground clicked, the little milk cat would be frightened. Looking at this timid little guy, Zhao Yao smiled even more: "So scared?"

"Meow." Wen Ruyan nodded cooperatively, just wanting to end it quickly.

After finally getting the claws free, the outside has already become much darker.

For dinner at night, Zhao Yao didn't eat much, and most of the rice went into the little milk cat's belly.

Resting in the middle of the night, only two lights were left in the house, Zhao Yao looked at the little milk cat that had been coiled at the end of the bed early, pursed her lips slightly and remained silent.

During this period of time, the little guy seemed to be deliberately avoiding it.

At night, Zhao Yao had always been in a light sleep, and she seemed to have returned to the imperial palace in the capital city in a hazy state of consciousness. There was a heavy rain all over the sky, and a young child was kneeling alone in the courtyard.

His vision was blurred, but the young children in the courtyard were extremely clear.

Although there are layers of bead curtains covering it, it is not difficult to see that there are overlapping figures among them, and the sounds that seem to be restrained overflow from time to time, but then stop abruptly.

Zhao Yao's eyes fell on the child in the open space of the courtyard. The child looked at this side with red eyes, as if he understood everything, but also seemed to understand nothing.

When a strong wind hit, the bead curtain swayed slightly, and the clear and sweet sound gradually sounded, and the intertwined figures and faces appeared in front of my eyes, among them was Zhao Yao's mother.

And the scattered dragon robes on the other side are particularly dazzling.

When the rain is over and the sky is clear, the courtyard returns to its usual bright and sunny Spring Festival scene.

There was a deafening slap, and the weak child fell to the ground, the imprint on his cheek was particularly obvious.

"Disrespect to His Majesty, do you want to kill the Empress?"

Looking at the distorted woman with red eyes, the child respectfully knelt on the ground and replied, "Mother, Yao'er doesn't like that person!"

The frail child was pulled up at once, and then thrown into the pool, the eyes of the woman on the shore flashed sinister, and she had never shown any kindness as a mother.

When the water covered her head, Zhao Yao woke up suddenly, with fine sweat oozing from her forehead, soaking the fine hair on her cheeks.

It was heard that the queen mother became a crown princess who was praised by everyone as a virtuous and virtuous person, but who would have thought that she would actually be a vicious person who would do anything to fight for power.

I am afraid that the battle for power back then had something to do with the empress mother.

Zhao Yao vaguely felt that her left foot was itchy, so she stretched out her hand to tear off the thin quilt, and saw the fluffy ball, the limbs and claws tightly hugging the left foot, and her little head rubbed against the instep.

Regarding this strange sleeping position, Zhao Yao stretched out her hands to hold the little milk cat by the nape of her neck, but her closed eyes still showed no signs of opening.

The little head hung down and continued to sleep, and the four little paws stood peacefully by the side, like a doll.

Shaking it a few times did not affect the little milk cat's sleep at all, Zhao Yao put the little one next to the pillow in a bored manner.

Probably because she is used to sleeping with something in her arms, the little milk cat lifted her pink and tender paws very skillfully and grabbed Zhao Yao's neck.

This action is an extremely dangerous hunting action, Zhao Yao raised two fingers and flicked the little claw away in disgust.

But his cheeks sank suddenly, the sound of snoring amplified beside his ears, and a fluffy ball stuck to him.

Zhao Yao dodged backwards, her little paws patted her cheeks lightly and hard, and then her whole little head was buried in the crest of her neck without any hesitation.

"It's really bold." Zhao Yao said in a deep voice, stretched out her hand to pinch the little paw resting on her cheek, but the force was not heavy.

It was a good night's dream. When Wen Ruyan woke up comfortably, she suddenly found herself lying beside the pillow.

Could it be sleepwalking?

Zhao Yao was lying leisurely by the window, a golden phoenix gauze skirt made her figure slim and slender, the skirt was extremely thin and swayed in the wind, and a small arm was exposed from the sleeve, especially Bai Xue.

"If you don't wake up, you won't have to eat breakfast."

Wen Ruyan poked his head to recover, jumped off the bed, and crawled to the low table.

The small bowl of fresh soup was still steaming hot, so I was not in a hurry to drink it because I was afraid it would be hot.

First, he simply rinsed his mouth with water, and his fluffy head was completely buried in the white jade porcelain plate.

Zhao Yao held the book in her hand, but looked at the little milk cat's movements with great interest, Qingxiu Emei slightly frowned and said: "You wash your face like this, and your whole body is stained with water, who will wipe it for you?"

The little milk cat stuck its head out of the porcelain plate, its face was soaked in water, its big eyes were full of puzzlement, and it spit out water from its small mouth.

Wen Ruyan thought to himself, this is obviously gargling, where is it washing his face?

But the plate is too big, so it's good to wash your face together by the way.

Water droplets dripped down the fur, and the little milk cat raised its paws to wipe its face.

Zhao Yao couldn't stand this too clumsy movement, so she picked up a handkerchief and threw it over: "The cats in other cats are bigger than you for half a year, but you are born with no other growth, but more and more flesh."

The little milk cat stared at the kerchief with its head, shook off the kerchief very clumsily, and replied unconvinced: "Meow!"

Before she finished speaking, she pressed her small head with her palm, and Zhao Yao pulled her soft face with her fingertips and said, "I'm telling the truth, are you not convinced?"

Wen Ruyan's face was in severe pain, and he yelled indiscriminately: "Meow..."

After some teasing, Zhao Yao reached out and picked up a handkerchief to wipe off the wet drops of water.

Finally freed, the little milk cat immediately fled from the palm, Zhao Yao curled up between her fingers and couldn't put it down, but looking at the timid little guy, she stopped teasing it on purpose.

In the morning, the lake surface is foggy, and the summer resort is built on the mountain, with a pleasant view.

Wen Ruyan stuffed a bowl of rice porridge and fresh soup into his belly, and he didn't forget to eat some pastries.

The house is extremely quiet, except for the sound of the wind, there is only the sound of flipping books. The little milk cat is lying on its back on the low couch, with its little tail hanging outside, and its four little paws are playing with the new toy red fur ball.

Zhao Yao doesn't like to talk on weekdays, and Wen Ruyan doesn't want to seek abuse, so it's better not to interfere with each other.

The red fur ball fell to the ground on one side, and the little milk cat raised its head and slowly jumped off the couch.

The little milk cat who was chasing the red fur ball by itself on the ground ran extremely fast with its paws spread, swishing around the house.

Occasionally there would be a muffled bang bang, Zhao Yao turned her head and saw the crazy little guy.

"Meow?" Wen Ruyan turned her head and looked at the protruding gaze in confusion.

"That little thing is worth playing with for a long time?" Zhao Yao frowned slightly and looked at the little milk cat timidly hugging the little red fur ball, "Come here."

The little milk cat approached hesitantly, very uneasy, even the cat's ears stood up nervously.

Zhao Yao stretched out her arms and grabbed the little milk cat, rubbed her raised ears with her fingertips, and said calmly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Wen Ruyan shook his head against his will.

"Lie." Zhao Yao pinched her fleshy cheeks with her fingertips, staring at the big amber eyes, "A lying kitten may have its teeth pulled out one by one."

The little milk cat was startled in fright, not daring to blink, and hurriedly nodded.

Zhao Yao watched with raised lips, and rubbed her fluffy head with her palm to comfort her: "Is it scary?"

Wen Ruyan swallowed, thinking that this nod would be life-threatening.

But if you shake your head, 100% against your will, you will still end up dead.

Someone help poor me!

Suddenly, someone from the palace came to report: "Your Majesty, the urgent document has arrived, and the Supreme Emperor is waiting in the document attic."

Zhao Yao got up with a frown, and when she was about to leave the room, she stopped suddenly, looked sideways at the silly little milk cat and said, "If you dare to run around..."

Before he finished speaking, the little milk cat nodded cleverly, extremely well-behaved.

Wen Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps disappeared, but her heart was still beating violently.

Wenshu Pavilion is located on the higher side of the summer palace. When Zhao Yao entered, he saw a group of ministers kneeling in the main hall.

"See Your Majesty." All the ministers kowtowed and saluted.

"Exemption."

Zhao Yao sat slowly on the left side, only to see the Supreme Emperor angrily questioning: "The flood has been flooding for more than half a month, why did you not report it?"

"The couriers in various states and counties are blocked, and they are far away from the capital, so I missed the notification just now."

"The dam cost millions of taels of silver. It took five years to complete the construction, but it was washed away in one year. Where is the minister of the Ministry of Industry?"

The minister of the Ministry of Industry on the right knelt aside tremblingly and said: "This humble minister has neglected his duty."

Although Zhao Yao took the throne, he was just a spectator. The Supreme Emperor dealt with the minister of the Ministry of Industry and several ministers.

Any transfer of positions in the court has some extremely secret connections with the transfer of power.

The newly appointed Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry is named Jin Cong. He was originally the nephew of the Jin concubine, and he took the position by relying on the power of the Jin family.

Even though the Jin family is in decline, the royal relatives and relatives have countless privileges. Disposing of it publicly now is tantamount to taking back the privileges that once belonged to the Jin family.

The four great aristocratic families watched the excitement, even if they knew that the imperial court was going to take over power, they would just hang on to it as nothing to do with themselves, anyway, if the Jin family really collapsed, everyone could get a share of the pie.

After all the ministers retreated, Zhao Yao pretended to be unwell, coughed a few times and wanted to leave.

"Yao'er, why aren't you well?" That overly concerned gaze was annoying.

Zhao Yao pursed her pale lips and responded, "Maybe it's typhoid fever that hasn't recovered yet, so Auntie must not be infected."

"It's okay, my aunt is not sick all year round like you."

The fingertips resting on the forehead made Zhao Yao's whole body stiff, and suddenly there was a plopping sound from outside.

Concubine Jin entered in a hurry, and the palace guards outside were pushed to the ground.

The Supreme Emperor withdrew his hand, obviously extremely displeased between his brows.

"Your Majesty, you are not in good health yet, why don't you go back to rest earlier." Concubine Jin lost her usual gentleness and was a bit aggressive.

Zhao Yao got up slowly and left the inner hall, the sunlight outside was very dazzling.

It's a pity that Concubine Jin is not as skilled in acting as her mother, otherwise she wouldn't have been deceived all these years.

Walking through the courtyard of the palace, Mr. Qi seemed to be waiting here for a long time, slowly approaching.

"I heard that His Majesty is in poor health, is it better now?"

The leading palace man did not move away, Zhao Yao responded softly: "It's much better."

This is not a coincidence, this person probably still has some eyeliner in the palace, otherwise how could he wait so accurately every time.

Qi Jun stood aside nervously with a folding fan in his hand, and was about to say something more, but was ignored directly.

Zhao Yao didn't have much interest in chatting with him, and didn't intend to waste time.

Qi Jun with a stiff expression looked at the new emperor who was leaving straight away, and the folding fan in his hand lost its shape.

Entering from the outside, Zhao Yao looked at the couch, but did not see the little guy, went straight to the inside, jumped over the screen, and did not see the figure.

Could it be, ran away?

Suddenly a meow sounded, Zhao Yao leaned over under the bed and saw the shivering little milk cat.

And there is a puppy beside him, who is pawing enthusiastically at the tail of the little milk cat.

The little milk cat ran towards Zhao Yao with glowing eyes, and the whole cat jumped into her arms.

Zhao Yao hugged the rare and enthusiastic little milk cat in surprise, only to see the puppy barking from nowhere.

"Meow..." The little milk cat poked its head and looked down, and a few hairs on its tail were bitten off, which looked very funny.

"Is it bitten by it?" Zhao Yao asked with a slight frown between her brows while holding her little tail.

The little milk cat's head was buried in the crescent of the neck, very pitiful.

Wen Ruyan was sleeping soundly at first, but suddenly a little milk dog bit his tail, so frightened that he almost died on the spot.

Zhao Yao gently rubbed her palms to comfort the frightened little milk cat. She was a little unhappy because of the little guy's estrangement these days, but now she is in a good mood.

But the little guy would be so scared by a puppy, he is really too timid.