A kitten dressed as an empress

In the spring of February and March, the mist in the morning has not disappeared, and the Chaotian Temple is silent, only the incense burner is silently burning thin smoke.

The Supreme Emperor was sitting in front of the dressing table, with the old lady carefully combing her hair.

"Is it really old?" Looking at the bronze mirror, the Supreme Emperor couldn't help being a little unhappy when he thought of Zhao Yao's departure on New Year's Eve without stopping at all.

"How can you be old?" The old nanny held the wooden comb in her hand, "You are not yet forty, and it is the time when you are in your prime."

The Supreme Emperor frowned slightly and said, "In the blink of an eye, it's almost forty."

Before the words fell, there was a sudden coughing sound, and the old mother hurriedly handed over the handkerchief.

"It's easy to get cold in this season, why don't you ask the imperial doctor to have a look?"

"No need." The Supreme Emperor held the handkerchief tightly, looked calmly at the pale face in the bronze mirror, "Go down."

"Yes." The old nanny exited the inner hall respectfully.

The bright red blood oozing slightly from the kerchief was particularly eye-catching.

All the ministers of the early court once again asked the court to send troops to suppress the military chaos in the four places, so Zhao Yao went to the Chaotian Hall to find out after the early court ended.

The sun was shining brightly to add some warmth, Zhao Yao sat in the pavilion, and mist slowly rose from the incense burner on one side.

The Supreme Emperor half-lyed on the low couch, with his back against the round pillow, holding a teacup in his hand, and said: "You need to be careful about sending troops."

"Yao'er thinks the same way, that's why I came to ask my aunt for advice."

"Then let's have a meal together." The Supreme Emperor took a sip of his tea and said, avoiding the subject, "It's been a long time since you and I have a meal together."

"Yes."

The palace people entered the room together, and after arranging the dishes, they retreated to the outside room.

"It's slightly cold in spring, this wine can drive away the cold, Yaoer might as well try it."

The Supreme Emperor stared at the slender Zhao Yao, took a sip of wine between his lips and sighed, "It's a pity that Concubine Jin has suddenly caught a cold and cannot drink."

"Have you ever let the imperial physician in the palace see it?" Zhao Yao sipped a few cups and asked in a serious voice.

"As you get older, sometimes you get sick, and naturally you can't stop it." The Supreme Emperor didn't want to mention more about Jin Taifei.

Zhao Yao obviously could see it, so she didn't ask further.

It's just that since the Supreme Emperor fell ill, Jin Taifei has been living in the palace, maybe it's not necessarily because of her illness.

Not staying for long, Zhao Yao left Chaotian Palace early on the grounds of reviewing the memorial.

After returning to the side hall of Yuqing Palace, he didn't see the sleepy little milk cat.

She cried so sadly last night, she shouldn't be suddenly overwhelmed.

Wen Ruyan secretly followed Chunyue from the second palace early in the morning.

The palace people in the flower room are busy, and Chunyue always takes care of the potted plants alone.

From watering flowers and fertilizing to pruning branches and leaves, it looks very complicated.

Earlier, I accidentally ran into the unusual relationship between Chunyue and Chunlan. Later, I heard that a fire suddenly broke out in the attic in the middle of the night, and Chunlan was burned to death in the attic.

The timing of that fire was too coincidental.

The little milk cat was lying on the rockery, its small tail dangling around, and its big amber eyes were staring straight at Chunyue, who seemed extremely friendly to people.

Wen Ruyan thought to herself, could it be Chunlan who attacked her at that time?

But why was Chunlan burned to death again?

In order to have enough light, the greenhouse was not closed. When the sunlight fell on the little milk cat, it was very warm.

Probably because it was too warm, the little milk cat dozed off while lying on the rockery.

When she woke up again, most of the palace people had already left the greenhouse to have lunch, only Chunyue walked very slowly, secretly going to the gate of the backyard.

The little milk cat chased from the roof tiles, naturally a lot faster, but what I didn't expect was that the one who met Chunyue was a handsome little eunuch.

The two whispered, and the little milk cat's ears moved slightly, but they didn't hear anything, and the two quickly dispersed.

Wen Ruyan followed the little eunuch cautiously, twisting and turning all the way, and finally followed to Chaotian Palace.

How did Chunyue get involved with the Supreme Emperor?

He didn't have the guts to break into Chaotian Palace, so he had to sneak back to Yuqing Palace, and accidentally stepped on a beehive when he jumped off a short tree from the palace wall.

A swarm of bees buzzed and chased after it. The little milk cat was so frightened that it jumped up and down, and finally had to hide in the lotus pond to escape.

After finally drying his hair, Wen Ruyan sneaked in from the window sill of the side hall, and before he had time to catch his breath, he was grabbed by the back of the neck.

Zhao Yao poked the fluffy head with her fingertips, perhaps because the hair was too thick, this poke made a few small holes.

"Meow?" The little milk cat called a few times in confusion.

"Where did you go to play?"

There was no response, the little milk cat lowered its head and was extremely obedient. Zhao Yao smoothed the hair with the palm of her hand, and could vaguely feel that some of the hair was still wet. She picked out Qingping from the thick hair with her fingertips, "The lotus pond is very deep, don't you dead?"

The little milk cat rubbed its head against Zhao Yao's palm, then jumped to the desk, biting a pen with its mouth open and moaning a few times.

"Do you want to write?" Zhao Yao stepped forward, tapped the fluffy head with her fingertips, then sat at the desk and poured water and ink, "You are really brave, you dare to call me."

The little milk cat sitting by the side bit the pen, dipped its head in ink clumsily and wrote: [Chunyue, does Chaotian Palace have anything to do? 】

Zhao Yao looked at the little milk cat and asked, "The Chunyue you are talking about is the palace servant next to Nanny Li?"

The little milk cat nodded, still biting the pen tightly in its mouth, its fluffy hair was as pure and flawless as white snow.

"Since you know that there are people from Chaotian Temple in Yuqing Palace, you shouldn't run around." Zhao Yao calmly folded the paper and then lit it with a torch and threw it into the empty teacup on the side.

Wen Ruyan looked at it puzzled, and before she could speak, the pen in her mouth was pulled away by Zhao Yao.

"The food should be cold, aren't you hungry?"

This reaction is too calm!

My aunt arranged for someone to watch by her side, didn't she feel something was wrong?

One person and one cat eat, Zhao Yao eats in small mouthfuls, and the little milk cat on the opposite side looks curiously with wide eyes.

"There are people watching in Yuqing Palace, I already knew about this, but you should pay more attention on weekdays and don't eat carelessly." Zhao Yao put the chicken into a small plate with chopsticks and warned a few words.

The little milk cat raised its head, the beard beside its mouth was dripping with soup, but she didn't notice it at all, and listened to Zhao Yao's words very seriously.

Zhao Yao couldn't stand such a silly look, so she had to reach out and pick up a handkerchief to wipe the soup on her cheek, her thin lips were slightly pursed and she said: "Someone in the palace may give you a fuck at any time."

The amber eyes froze, and the little milk cat lowered its head to look at the food in front of it.

"Don't be afraid, these meals are not poisonous." Zhao Yao gently rubbed her little ears with her fingertips, "But the next meal can't be guaranteed."

amount……

Your mental quality is really strong enough!

Zhao Yao originally wanted to scare the little milk cat, so as to save her from running around to avoid being discovered.

It's just that after these words were finished, the little milk cat seemed to be frightened and fell silent.

In the afternoon Zhao Yao spends most of his time reviewing the memorials, and the recent disturbances caused by the famine, the memorials are mostly about this matter.

The power of the four aristocratic families is too great, it is easy to prevent the imperial edicts from being issued, and they even suck blood like leeches.

The disaster relief food distributed by the court earlier was withheld layer by layer by the aristocratic family, and finally the victims only had thin water porridge mixed with sand.

At the beginning of the turmoil, the aristocratic families had food and soldiers in their hands, but they did not take action to suppress it. Now there is chaos everywhere and ask the court to send troops from the southern kingdom.

Once the army is dispatched, there will be no soldiers to defend the capital.

There has long been a gap between the Supreme Emperor and the ministers, and because he has heavy soldiers in his hands, he can only swallow his anger.

If the army is defeated, the Supreme Emperor will be in danger, and I am afraid that the ministers will take advantage of the situation to force him to abdicate.

Although the Zhao family has no direct bloodline, there are collateral branches.

After all, instead of supporting the empress, it is better to elect Zhao's baby boy as the emperor, so that the ministers can better control the government of the Southern Kingdom.

Zhao Yao closed the memorial with a slight frown between her eyebrows, and threw the memorial back to the low table, but the sudden sound frightened the little milk cat on her lap, suddenly raised her head, looked blankly and whispered a few times: " Meow?"

"How timid." Zhao Yao pinched that round face with her fingertips.

The little milk cat lay on its knees with its head up, its two front paws hugged the protruding hand, opened its mouth and bit its index finger in retaliation, but the force was extremely light.

She was about to fall asleep, but she was suddenly woken up by fright. Naturally, she couldn't let go of her resentment. Wen Ruyan hugged her slender wrist tightly.

Zhao Yao picked up the handkerchief and wiped her hands in distaste, "Don't you think it's dirty?"

The little milk cat turned around silently and stopped talking to people.

In the afternoon of spring day, when Zhao Yao was feeling sleepy, when Zhao Yao was reviewing the memorial, she suddenly heard a snoring sound.

The previously awkward little kitten lay on its back with its paws spread out, its pink nose slightly raised, and its small tail drooping straight.

In a rare and well-behaved sleeping position, Zhao Yao put down the pen in her hand, raised her hand and gently rubbed her soft buttocks, because the hair grew so fast that her palms even sunk in.

The big amber eyes were now narrowed into slits, the small mouth was slightly opened, and the beard trembled with breathing.

Zhao Yao lightly touched the rounder cheeks with her fingertips, half of her fingertips were submerged in her hair, the soft flesh on her cheeks trembled, the feeling was very good.

The appearance is naturally very cute, but unfortunately sometimes it is not very obedient.

"Meow?" The little milk cat woke up in a daze, raised its head halfway, and its big eyes were full of confusion.

"It's getting dark, if you go to sleep, you won't be able to sleep at night again." Zhao Yao withdrew her hand very naturally.

Wen Ruyan was still in a daze, and turned his head to look out the window. The sun was setting and the sky was full of sunset glow.

The little milk cat got up slowly, jumped onto the low table with its small paws, and climbed up the window sill.

The fiery sunset glow dyed the entire Yuqing Palace crimson, and even the fair-haired little milk cat was also stained a bit bright red.

Zhao Yao withdrew her gaze and resumed her writing to review the memorial, but she heard several meows.

"What's your name?" Zhao Yao turned her head to look at the little milk cat on the windowsill.

The little milk cat pushed the teacup with its head, and looked at Zhao Yao without blinking its big eyes.

"Are you thirsty?"

"Meow!" The little milk cat nodded, squatting obediently on the low table, its little tail dangling around.

Zhao Yao had no choice but to pour a cup of tea, seeing the little milk cat drank a few sips of tea, most of its face was soaked by the tea.

It's obviously a white and clean little milk cat, but if you don't pay attention, it will turn into a little dirty cat.

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao, whose eyes were full of helplessness, thinking that he had soiled her memorial, so he raised his little paw and turned around to check.

"Meow?"

Zhao Yao put a handkerchief over her protruding little head, wiped her chubby cheek helplessly and said, "It seems that you will have to tie a handkerchief around your neck in the future."

The force of wiping his face was a bit heavy, Wen Ruyan gritted his teeth in pain, as if he had been beaten.

After a period of time like this, they will go to the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices on Qingming Festival, and usually return to the palace in three days.

Zhao Yao was concerned about the turmoil outside the palace, so she didn't let Wen Ruyan go with her, but only told her not to leave the palace at will.

It has been raining non-stop for the past few days, Wen Ruyan nestled on the window sill combing her hair, the humidity is really annoying.

The rain stopped in the afternoon, and the little milk cat jumped down from the window sill and onto the artificial rock from the railing.

Chunyue was lying alone in the pavilion in the backyard mending clothes, the rain dripped down the eaves, and several palace people gathered together to chat and laugh.

On weekdays, Chunyue didn't talk to anyone at all, at most she would work with Nanny Li, and because she sacrificed to Nanny Li, she went out of the palace with her, so the Yuqing Palace was temporarily handed over to Chunyue to take care of it.

A person in charge, who is so despised by the palace people, shouldn't seem to be a bad-tempered person.

Wen Ruyan was a little confused as to who wanted to kill those two little orange cats.

"Since Chunlan disappeared, Chunyue has been very lonely all day long. Let's stay far away to save ourselves from bad luck."

"Don't underestimate it. According to the seniority in the palace, besides Nanny Li, Chunyue is the biggest, and maybe Chunyue will be in charge in the future."

"Then why don't you rush forward to curry favor with her?"

"I..." The palace man who was bullied, pursed his lips and couldn't speak, so he had to hold his handkerchief and bow his head in silence.

Wen Ruyan yawned, and his ears grew callused after hearing all the gossip from Yuqing Palace.

In fact, the palace maid also fawned over Chunyue, Wen Ruyan happened to meet her once, but the embarrassing thing was that she was directly ignored by Chunyue.

This Chunyue sometimes has a really strange personality, she looks extremely dull, but she is very good at pleasing Nanny Li.

In the evening, the palace people who worshiped went back to the palace first, Wen Ruyan didn't dare to stay outside, and slipped back to the side hall early.

When Zhao Yao came out of the room after taking a bath and changing clothes, the little milk cat was lying on the window sill, dripping rainwater from its drooping tail.

"Where have you been?" Zhao Yao picked up a handkerchief to wrap the little milk cat, and rubbed the little ears with her fingertips.

Wen Ruyan didn't dare to move, for fear that she would lose control of her strength, so she responded softly: "Meow..."

Sitting by the window, Zhao Yao embraced the kitten with one hand, looked sideways at the rain outside and said, "It started raining suddenly today, I'm afraid it won't stop for a while."

"Meow." Wen Ruyan laid his head on Zhao Yao's arm, thinking that this is the bad thing about wooden houses, and it is easy to get moldy when it rains for a long time.

"This is a bluebell plant brought from the flower house, and it's in full bloom right now." Zhao Yao's eyes fell on the potted plant on the low table, and she stroked her fluffy head with her palm, "The cat seems to like its smell very much." .”

The little milk cat poked its head and approached it, Zhao Yao pressed the little head with her palm and said, "Don't get too close, it has poison."

Wen Ruyan silently withdrew her little head, thinking that the things Zhao Yao likes are all dangerous goods.

I have to say that Zhao Yao's hobbies are really special.

Seeing the little milk cat nestling in her arms, Zhao Yao raised the corners of her lips slightly, pinched the soft little paw with her fingertips and explained: "When you first hear it, you will feel energetic, but you can't see anything on weekdays, but after a long time, This poison will invade the lungs, and when hemoptysis occurs, the spirit will also collapse, and then the disease has already penetrated into the bone marrow."

The little milk cat hugged her right arm in fear, and the whole cat was entangled and refused to let go of its paw. Zhao Yao raised her left hand and rubbed her soft face to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, the cat smells it for a while, it just knows Just excited."

If you comfort people like this, I'm even more afraid, okay?

Seeing that the little guy was too depressed a while ago, Zhao Yao thought about moving this rather precious bluebell.

On weekdays, this bluebell has more important uses.

At night, there was a dead silence in Chaotian Hall, and the palace people returned to their rooms early and were not allowed to enter or leave at will.

The sound of tea cups breaking in the bedroom was particularly ear-piercing, and the screams resounded throughout the hall. The Supreme Emperor who was holding the sword tightly in the bedroom had bloodshot eyes, as if he was crazy.

The female officer at the side said anxiously: "Could it be that the imperial physician in the palace can't see any symptoms?"

The old nanny waited anxiously outside, clasped her hands in front of her body and shook her head in response: "I've seen it a few times before, but the imperial physician couldn't explain the reason. The emperor killed many imperial physicians for this reason, and now he doesn't want to pass on medical treatment no matter what. .”

The female officer glanced at the figure holding the sword in the bedroom in fear, and couldn't help feeling afraid in her heart.

I'm afraid it's hysteria.

From night to dawn, Zhao Yao was woken up by the heat, with her fluffy body wrapped around her neck, her small head pressed against her ear, and she was snoring soundly.

Today is a rare rest day. I don't have to go to the morning court. It is already bright outside the window, and I can vaguely hear the chirping of birds.

Zhao Yao gently pushed the blanket-like little milk cat away with her fingertips, and her strength was extremely light, but unexpectedly the little milk cat turned round and turned to one side.

The little tail was tightly hugged by the pink paws, curled into a pure white ball, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't find where the little head was.

"Meow..." The little milk cat raised its two paws to block the light in front of its eyes, and yelled a few times in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Yao held the water-soaked kerchief and wiped the little milk cat's face full of resistance with its eyes closed.

Wen Ruyan didn't know how he woke up, and only came back to his senses when he was forced to sit at a low table to eat.

The palace people outside the window are still cleaning, and this time is no more than eight o'clock in the morning.

Which young man gets up so early to eat?

The little milk cat slapped its head on the low table, motionless as if it had fallen asleep.

Zhao Yao took a sip of the tea, raised her hand and poked the fluffy head, but unfortunately there was no reaction, instead, she pressed out a few small dents in the previously soft hair.

"You get up too late on weekdays." Zhao Yao picked up the green bamboo and tied the bluebell for fishing, and gently brought the bluebell ball close to the fluffy head.

The little milk cat squinted its eyes and poked its head up to get closer. It was unclear whether it was not awake or the bluebells were too attractive.

Several times she was able to stand up with only her hind paws, and Zhao Yao smiled even more, she shook the bell lightly and said, "Aren't you awake yet?"

Wen Ruyan watched in embarrassment that he was biting the small round ball tightly, and quickly let go, before it fell to the ground.

The bluebell is contained in the small round ball, and the fragrance is particularly attractive.

"Hurry up and eat, the porridge and rice are going to be cold." Zhao Yao shook the green bamboo in her hand, seeing the little milk cat eagerly looking around.

After the meal was over, Zhao Yao was idle and bored, teasing this energetic little milk cat.

The bell rang crisply in the hall, and Zhao Yao held the book in one hand and the green bamboo in the other for nearly half an hour.

The little milk cat still enjoys it very much, chasing with excellent spirit, even if it collapses to the ground exhausted, it must bite.

"You seem to like this little thing very much." Zhao Yao looked away from the book.

Wen Ruyan loosened her teeth in embarrassment, and hurriedly escaped from this addictive bluebell.

Zhao Yao embraced the little milk cat with one hand, and flipped through the book with the other, saying, "Northwest Kingdom has recently gathered troops on the border, and they are suspected of taking advantage of the chaos to start a war. Now the stable life in the palace is getting worse day by day."

"Meow." Wen Ruyan poked his head to see the speed of turning the pages, wondering if this was machine reading?

"Do you understand?" Zhao Yao pressed her little head that was blocking the book.

The little milk cat tilted its head and glanced sadly, and called fiercely: "Meow!"

Really look down on people.

Wen Ruyan watched it carefully for a while, and finally Guo Duan chose to give up.

Most of the characters in the book are in uncommon ancient traditional Chinese characters, not to mention that it looks like a headache, whether you can read it or not is a problem.

"If I were not the empress, would you find another master?"

Zhao Yao asked casually, not forgetting to poke the little milk cat's jaw with her fingertips.

No matter how stupid Wen Ruyan was, she knew that this question was obviously a proposition.

But if the Southern Kingdom is destroyed, Zhao Yao's end must be miserable.

According to the records in the history books, most of the emperors who destroyed the country were bestowed to death.

But Zhao Yao is good-looking, it may be even worse, maybe he will be arrested and become a concubine.

The little milk cat didn't answer for a long time, Zhao Yao thought she was slacking off and fell asleep again, but unexpectedly her sleeve was bitten tightly.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Yao raised her hand and rubbed that fluffy head, "Could it be that you want me to escape?"

"Meow." The little milk cat nodded, and then let go of the clothes it was biting.

Zhao Yao shook her head, put her arms around the little milk cat and replied, "Escape, it is impossible to escape."

No matter which country wins, the emperor of the defeated country must be executed, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

"I thought you would die for the country with me."

The little milk cat was frightened for a moment, because its little head was pinned down and unable to move, it stretched out its little paws and tried to pry the arm away, its amber eyes blinked and called: "Meow!"

At this time, shouldn't it be that if the green hills are left, they will not be afraid of running out of firewood?

Wen Ruyan tilted his head up, tried his best but couldn't break free, and softly called out: "Meow..."

According to the history books, our two countries are not in the same system. Even if we die for our country, we cannot dedicate ourselves to the man-eating feudalism.

Looking at the panicked expression of the little milk cat, Zhao Yao smiled even more, tapped her forehead with her fingertips and said, "It's really useless."

This force was clearly a deliberate black hand, Wen Ruyan closed his eyes in pain, and the whole cat fell stiffly into his arms.

"Does it hurt?" Zhao Yao saw the little milk cat closed her eyes in pain, and reached out to rub her forehead lightly.

The little milk cat raised its paws and struggled, calling out plaintively: "Meow..."

Zhao Yao pursed her raised lips tightly, held the soft ball in her palm and coaxed, "I lost control of my strength just now, so don't get angry, you know?"

"Meow!" The little milk cat arrogantly raised its head and ignored people, with tears in its eyes, looking pitifully tight.

Plastic friendship, so ruthlessly shattered.

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