A kitten dressed as an empress

Just when Zhao Yao was full of confusion, the little milk cat suddenly broke free from the palm, and jumped to the ground with ease, with very flexible movements.

Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips, staring deeply at the little milk cat holding its tail.

This snow-white hair was suddenly scorched in several places, and Wen Ruyan looked at it with pain.

Zhao Yao who stood motionless at the side didn't know what she was thinking, but just stared blankly.

"Meow." The little milk cat lay lazily beside the charcoal basin, its fluffy tail swaying slightly, and because the fur was too fluffy, the bald spots were particularly conspicuous.

Zhao Yao stepped closer and leaned over to look at this little milk cat who is not afraid of people and doesn't care about people, and hesitantly moved the charcoal basin to another place.

Seeing that soft ball followed, it seemed that he was really not interested in him.

The previous joy in her heart vanished, Zhao Yao slowly sat on the low couch, turned her head to look out of the slightly opened window.

The wind and snow on the northwest border will last at least four or five months, and it will take more than a month for Yuncheng to travel day and night without stopping from the capital.

She can get lost in the palace on weekdays, how could she chase to the border.

Zhao Yao's thoughts gradually stabilized, and she turned her head slightly to look at the little milk cat climbing up the low couch with her pink paws.

I saw the little milk cat stealing the cakes on the low table. Because of its small size, it could only lie on the edge of the low table with its front paws and stand firmly with its back paws.

Not only does this kitten look similar to her, but even its movements and demeanor are almost the same.

In the past, when she felt thirsty after eating cakes, she would meow and ask herself to pour tea for her.

Zhao Yao reached out and poured a cup of tea, hot mist filled the air immediately, she was extremely afraid of being scalded, so Zhao Yao habitually blew on the tea a few times.

The little kitten who stopped was staring blankly with big amber eyes, and the pastry crumbs on the mouth were stuck to the fluffy hair.

"Do you want to drink?" Zhao Yao tentatively asked.

The little milk cat slowly looked away, as if he didn't understand Zhao Yao's words, and continued to eat pastries on his own.

Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips tightly, and put the teacup in front of the little milk cat, but until it was getting dark, the little milk cat was not seen drinking water.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat." Chunyue stopped outside and called softly.

"Understood." Zhao Yao got up and glanced at the little milk cat nestled under the low table, as if hiding and hiding, she stretched out her hand to close the window.

There are many people in this mansion, if the little milk cat disappears for a while, it may be difficult to find it.

After Zhao Yao went out from the back room, Wen Ruyan crawled out from under the low table, sipping tea with her head buried.

Although I really want to eat, but to be a cat, you must have a backbone!

Chunyue Hou in the outside room was laying vegetables, Zhao Yao released six pigeons in secret letter overnight, looked sideways at the long corridor leading to the inside room, the bead curtain shook slightly, but there was no sign of the little milk cat.

"You go out."

"Yes." Chunyue was a little perplexed. Recently, she served the Empress by herself, why did she suddenly change today.

Zhao Yao saw Chunyue leave the outer hall, filled the clean dishes with food, and then went into the inner room.

I saw the little milk cat that was still nesting under the low table before, nestling lazily on the cushion, curled up into a ball.

Because of the dense hair, it looks like a ball of snow from a distance, the body is soft and curved, and the small head is almost covered by the hair.

The pink and tender front paws are resting on the side of the small head, seemingly playing with the small balls boredly.

This small round bead should be an ornament of the bead curtain, it was probably destroyed and dropped by the enemy army when they attacked, the soldiers of Yuncheng didn't tidy up the mansion carefully, and instead it was picked up by the little milk cat.

"Want to eat?" Zhao Yao deliberately soaked the meat slices in water, put them on a small plate and pushed them in front of the little milk cat.

The little milk cat who was playing with the ball before suddenly looked in this direction in a daze, her pink nose slightly moved.

Wen Ruyan, who hadn't eaten meat for quite some time, looked at Rourou with glowing eyes.

Zhao Yao wanted to reach out to brush away the messy hair, but she was afraid of scaring the little milk cat.

Fortunately, the little milk cat stepped on the low couch with its pink paws at the end and approached, burying its head in eating the sliced ​​meat, its erect ears shaking slightly.

Every time she eats, she is always very happy, not only her ears move, her tail wags, and sometimes she shakes her head.

Although it looks clumsy, it is extremely cute.

Zhao Yao looked at the swaying head of the little milk cat, and hesitantly reached out to gently rub the fluffy ball.

Really, it looks like her.

Previously, she had made up her mind to be a cat with a backbone, but now Wen Ruyan's mind is filled with real sweetness.

Sure enough, meat is much tastier than steamed buns.

The little milk cat was full and lay on the low couch on its back, Zhao Yao took the tableware outside for Chunyue to clean up, and specifically asked not to serve at night.

After Zhao Yao took a bath, she was lying on the bed in unlined clothes, and the little milk cat was playing with a few small balls with its front paws under the quilt.

At night, Zhao Yao closed the book, her brows and eyes were a little sleepy, but the little milk cat was full of energy, and her amber eyes were brightly looking at the rolling little balls.

Perhaps the force was too strong, a few small balls fell from the bed with a clatter, and a crisp sound resounded in the back room.

The little milk cat poked its head and looked out of the bed. Most of its body was probing downwards. Its hind paws obviously couldn't grasp the bedding, and the whole cat slowly slumped down.

"Meow!" The little milk cat cried out in fright.

Zhao Yao held the fluffy ball with one hand and comforted her, "Don't be afraid."

Wen Ruyan who was suddenly pulled into his arms was a little confused, why did he suddenly feel that Zhao Yao had become gentle?

This must be an illusion!

If there is a joke on weekdays, Zhao Yao will definitely be the first person to laugh at it mercilessly.

The little milk cat stared blankly, without any resistance, but also without any abnormal reaction.

Zhao Yao put the little milk cat next to the pillow, and turned her head to look at the overly quiet little milk cat, but her heart became more and more depressed. If it was her, she would not be so obedient.

If there was any disagreement in the past, she had to break free with all her teeth and claws.

One person and one cat suddenly fell silent, Zhao Yao stretched out her hand to press the gap in the bedding, closed her eyes without making a sound, and planned to take a rest.

It took a lot of energy to prepare the medicine overnight. If the enemy troops from the Northwest Kingdom reinforce it, it may only be a matter of time before Yuncheng is breached.

This battle was far more dangerous than Zhao Yao had imagined. The Northwest Congress sent [-] elite troops to fight in three ways.

Now the court can't distinguish the strength of the troops, there are only [-] soldiers in Yuncheng, and [-] of them are General Wang's army.

The hearts of the army are not in harmony, even if Zhang Youmou has the means, it may be difficult to deploy the three armies.

From night to dawn, Zhao Yao only felt that there was a lot of noise in her ears, the windows were rattling by the wind, and the strong wind in the northwest border was far stronger than that in the capital.

And the purring of the little milk cat nestled on the neck should not be underestimated, Zhao Yao opened her eyes and raised her hands to gently hold the sleeping ball on the side of her face.

The little milk cat lowered its head and still did not wake up, allowing Zhao Yao to knead it. How come all the cats in the world are in such a strange sleeping position?

Holding the too soft body in the palm of Zhao Yao's palm, she put the kitty on the quilt and measured it carefully with her palm. Although she was very similar in size, she lost a lot of weight.

The more fluffy hair covered the figure of the little milk cat, so that when Zhao Yao looked at it carefully, he hesitated again.

The two half-raised front paws blocked the eyes narrowed into slits, and they were slightly spread out, and Zhao Yao gently pinched the elastic little paws with her fingertips.

"Meow..." The little milk cat lay its head on the pillow and opened its eyes in a daze.

Zhao Yao withdrew her hand silently, staring at the big round eyes, the amber eyes are extremely bright, no gemstones Zhao Yao has ever seen are like this.

Wen Ruyan, who was stiff and small and did not dare to move, panicked to death, wondering why Zhao Yao kept staring at her?

Have you become a human?

The little milk cat didn't move in a daze, and it took a while to crawl out of the quilt.

Because of the sleeping position, one side of the hair is limp and clinging, while the other side is curled up.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" She is very sleepy on weekdays, especially in the cold winter months, Zhao Yao must be woken up.

The little milk cat ignored people, jumped off the bed, and jumped onto the low couch by itself.

If she ignored her like this, Zhao Yao would have been annoyed long ago.

But this is just an ordinary little milk cat, but Zhao Yao has no emotions.

Wen Ruyan had been waiting for Zhao Yao's violent temper, but she kept silent all the time, and couldn't help suspecting that she was dreaming.

Was Zhao Yao ever so gentle before?

The little milk cat who is seriously thinking about life is nestled on a low couch, her eyes are motionless looking at the snow falling outside the window, very quiet.

Wen Ruyan couldn't figure out the reason, but she remembered that when Zhao Yao didn't know she was human, she seemed to be a very gentle girl.

Could it be that she is just teasing herself in a vicious way, and has no interest in the little animals next to her?

In the morning, Zhao Yao put the hot porridge on the low table, and stretched out her hand to try to get the little milk cat nestled in the corner of the low couch to eat.

But the little milk cat stared out the window blankly, without any change in expression.

Zhao Yao put the hot porridge aside, heard the sound of drums outside the window, and stood up with a slight frown.

On the city wall, another group of soldiers from the Northwest Kingdom attacked, and Zhang Youmou sent the newly established first team to fight back continuously.

"Your Majesty, it's dangerous here!" Zhang Youmou stepped forward anxiously.

"Don't worry." Zhao Yao looked at the newly sprinting enemy army, "Their reinforcements have arrived."

Zhang Youmou nodded in response: "I just gathered [-] soldiers this morning, and I heard that many infected soldiers were burned to death yesterday."

Zhao Yao turned her head to look at the gun in Zhang Youmou's hand and said, "Why haven't I seen this kind of gun before?"

"This □□ is made by the humble minister." Zhang Youmou raised the □□, carefully took off the arrow, and handed the □□ to explain, "There are three arrows in total. It can pass through a person's body, and it can also take a person's head on it."

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to have such a clever design." Zhao Yao stretched out his hand to take the arrow, holding the heavy gun with both hands, and tentatively aimed at the enemy army under the city.

Zhang Youmou looked around curiously, and saw that the cavalry who was holding a flag and riding on horseback suddenly toppled the flag in his hand, and his arm fell down tragically.

Even Zhang Youmou had never been able to hit such a fast-moving target with confidence.

"The lethality is really good." Zhao Yao handed the gun to Zhang Youmou, "I wonder if Mr. Zhang can control the Nine Chains?"

Unexpectedly, he was still discussing the war before, but suddenly changed the subject in a blink of an eye, Zhang Youmou was still a little confused.

It wasn't until the afternoon and dusk that the enemy army in the northwest stopped fighting. Yuncheng was easy to defend and difficult to attack. If it wasn't for the lack of food and grass, Zhao Yao didn't have to rush to delay the battle.

In the courtyard of the prefecture and county mansion, Zhao Yao is playing with the dexterous nine-link ring.

The little milk cat on the side looked eagerly at the boiling stove.

"Your Majesty, why do you think of this?" Zhang Youmou stood aside respectfully.

Zhao Yao played with the Nine Links with one hand, glanced at the little milk cat who was staring at the richly scented fire in a daze, and said, "It's just to pass the time."

Zhang Youmou had seen the little milk cat nestling beside the empress a long time ago, and wondered how this little milk cat that always likes to run around felt like the empress's little pet.

"You still have something to do?" Zhao Yao asked in confusion.

"Your Majesty, where did this kitten come from?"

Zhao Yao raised her hand to hold the greedy little milk cat's head and replied, "Sneaked into the mansion yesterday."

"If Weichen is not mistaken, it is the little milk cat that Weichen met on the way to transport food."

"On the way to transport food?" Zhao Yao turned her head to look at the little milk cat who was seriously playing with Jiu Lianhuan, "Are you sure?"

Zhang Youmou hurriedly responded in detail: "At that time, the little milk cat was pitifully frozen, and the chain of the wolf totem of the Northwest Country was still tied around its neck. I was afraid that my whereabouts would be exposed, so I took it with me all the way."

The Northwest Kingdom is good at domesticating wild animals, even wolf dogs can be tamed to convey messages, not to mention a kitten.

Holding the wobbly little tail with her fingertips, Zhao Yao caught a glimpse of the little milk cat buried in the teacup drinking water, and her eyes suddenly darkened a little: "She can't be domesticated by the Northwest Kingdom."

"Your Majesty, do you know its origin?" Zhang Youmou couldn't understand what the Empress was thinking.

"I'm a little tired."

Zhao Yao may not be able to recognize the cat in the world, but it is absolutely impossible to have another cat drinking water like her.

Zhang Youmou noticed that the empress's mood was not right, so he exited the pavilion and looked at the playful little milk cat with his eyes, still not quite understanding.

There was no palace attendant in the pavilion, so Zhao Yao put the cooked fish into the dishes with chopsticks, and grabbed the back of the little milk cat with one hand, unexpectedly, the little milk cat bit Jiu Lianhuan and hung in the air.

The wooden table is extremely spacious, and the little milk cat is lying on the dishes, and it is only when it sees the delicious food that it is relieved, and the fluffy hair on the side of the cheek has a lot of water droplets from drinking tea.

The little black cat I saw for the first time that day, maybe she was disguised, after all, she had done this kind of thing before.

"Do you like fish or chicken?" Zhao Yao put two different kinds of meat in front of her.

Wen Ruyan looked at the two plates of meat, thinking that only children make the choice, of course adults want both!

The fluffy ball didn't answer, but poked its head down to eat the fish first, and then lay down on the chicken plate.

It really is her usual style.

Zhao Yao stretched out her fingertips and pinched the little ears, and the little milk cat was forced to stand up, its hind paws supported tremblingly, and it cried out in great confusion: "Meow!"

"Wen Ruyan, how long are you going to pretend?"

The little milk cat stared blankly, turned its head stiffly, and stopped calling like before, but there was no other reaction.

Knowing that she should have brought a few red incense pills, Zhao Yao poked her fluffy head with her fingertips and said, "If you are gentle, just nod your head."

Unexpectedly, that fluffy little head refused to lift it up.

Wen Ruyan was terribly flustered, trying to figure out what went wrong.

Logically speaking, there should be no flaws?

"Meow." Wen Ruyan decided to act to the end.

Seeing that she did not repent, Zhao Yao became even more violent. Although her heart was burning with anger, she still let go of her hands calmly.

Well, since you want to act, you'd better act for the rest of your life!

Wen Ruyan, who was suddenly relieved, was a little baffled, wondering if it was just Zhao Yao's temptation just now?

Before she had time to think about it, the smell of the food made Wen Ruyan's eyes shine, and she immediately lost the motivation to think.

At night, strong winds mixed with snowflakes raged outside. Although the state and county mansions had charcoal basins for heating, they were not as good as the floor heating in the Imperial Palace in the capital.

Zhao Yaowo was reading a book on the bed, and saw the little milk cat approaching uninvited, poking its head and preparing to climb onto the bed.

With a "plop", the little milk cat fell to the ground, looking up with its head aggrieved.

"Are you going to sleep somewhere else?" Zhao Yao raised her hand and flicked her fluffy forehead.

The little milk cat refused to move away, but lay on the side of the bed, pulling the bedding with its two front paws, obviously unwilling to settle down.

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao who was indifferent, even more puzzled.

You obviously still hugged him yesterday, but you drove him out of bed today, how cold it is in winter.

Scumbag!

I will sue you!

"Meow!"

Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips and said coldly, "You'd better admit it's Wen Ruyan, otherwise you don't want to go to bed."

"Meow!" the little milk cat yelled unconvinced, and pulled Zhao Yao's sleeves with two soft paws, completely ignoring Zhao Yao's question.

Wen Ruyan's voice was almost hoarse when the fuss reached the limit, and he immediately became angry, thinking who has lost his temper.

Zhao Yao originally thought that the little milk cat had suddenly settled down, so she planned to admit it.

Unexpectedly, the little milk cat turned around silently, climbed onto the low couch without looking back, curled up in a corner alone, and never paid any attention to herself.

"You..." Zhao Yao stood up and looked at the fluffy ball, feeling angry and annoyed, she turned to lie down with her back facing her.

Wen Ruyan hugged his tail and wanted to wait for Zhao Yao to coax him, but he didn't hear the sound for a long time, but he fell asleep in a daze.

Most of the candles in the room were burning, Zhao Yao turned around, the quilt was still surprisingly cold, she got out of bed and walked towards the low couch.

The little milk cat curled up into a fluffy ball, and the whole cat was rolled into a round cake, with its two front paws spread out beside its crooked head, and its pink nose made a purring sound, obviously already in a deep sleep.

Zhao Yao stretched out her hand to grab the back of the little milk cat and shook it. Unexpectedly, the little milk cat didn't respond at all, but was extremely soft and let her handle it.

Putting the little milk cat in the quilt, Zhao Yao stretched out her hand and pulled out the fluffy tail from the pink front paws, the little milk cat softly cried out unwillingly: "Meow..."

Then she stretched her front paws to try to find her tail again, Zhao Yao handed over her hand, rubbed her open buttocks lightly, and those two front paws embraced her hand.

Most of the anger in her heart disappeared, Zhao Yao played with the little milk cat's soft face with her fingertips, and then fell asleep with her.

From one night to dawn, Wen Ruyan woke up lazily. It was already bright outside the window, but she found herself sleeping on the bed.

Is this sleepwalking?

But Zhao Yao didn't seem to be surprised at all.

The war dragged on until the beginning of March. Zhao Yao looked at the vast map on the attic. The enemy army from the Northwest Kingdom couldn't attack Yuncheng for a long time, so it was naturally stretched.

Zhang Youmou leaned sideways and looked at the enemy camp under the tower. Now because of the blood rash, although the general of the Northwest Kingdom dealt with the infected soldiers in time, more than half of the [-] soldiers were injured.

If there is enough food and grass in Yuncheng, even dragging them can drag them to death.

But now that the food in Yuncheng is tight, the soldiers only have a bowl of porridge and steamed buns to fill their stomachs every day. If this continues, they are afraid that the strong enemy will not retreat and the army will lose their morale.

After all, the few lieutenants left by General Wang couldn't bear such hardships. At the beginning, Yuncheng was lost because they were greedy for life and afraid of death, so they persuaded General Wang to lose the city.

"If things go on like this, we brothers will probably starve to death."

Deputy General Sun chatted in a low voice while holding the porridge with only half a bowl of rice.

Vice General Li at the side took a sip of porridge and sighed: "Don't mention that the court doesn't come and don't send food. It's really not a big deal for us to be so useless hiding in the city."

Vice-General Sun looked at Vice-General Wang at the side and said, "Hey, now that General Wang has sacrificed his life for the country, you were supposed to take over the position of general. Who would have thought that that kid would take it away?"

Deputy General Wang opened the steamed buns and looked at Zhang Youmou, who was commanding the team, with killing intent in his eyes: "We are big bastards, and the empress likes such little faces!"

"But Deputy General Wang, you have been in the barracks for so many years, how can you not be as good as that brat Zhang Youmou?" Deputy General Sun said flatteringly, "Although there is a female emperor in Yuncheng now, the Supreme Emperor was able to slaughter the Zhao family with his own hands. Thinking about it, maybe I didn’t take this Empress seriously.”

Lieutenant General Li approached and said: "Then you mean that the court will never send people or deliver food?"

Vice-General Sun nodded in a low voice and said, "Brother Wang, our brothers are also brothers who were born and died. Now the empress asks Zhang Youmou to treat the people in our former military camp like animals. How can we bear this tone?"

Vice-General Wang held a large knife by his neck and replied, "I'm not allowed to talk nonsense about this, do you hear me?"

"Hey, good." Vice-General Sun quickly responded with a pale face from fright.

Lieutenant General Li carefully removed the big knife and said, "Brother Wang, if you don't like it, we just don't say anything."

"You two boys, be smart, this matter needs to be discussed in the long term, how can you talk nonsense?" Deputy General Wang stretched out his hand to grab the collars of the two men and threatened, "You have to hold your breath when you are doing big things!"

In the attic of the high-rise of the state and county mansions, Chunyue put down the porridge bowl and steamed buns, and then retreated.

The little milk cat sneaked out from the corner, biting the Nine Links that hadn't been untied in its mouth, stretched its paws and lay down beside the low table, seeing that the soup was empty again.

Food has plummeted in the past half month, Wen Ruyan almost vomited from eating porridge.

Bisheng Zhao Yao took it for granted, broke the steamed buns into pieces and soaked them in porridge and rice, then divided them into two parts, poured one part on a disc and handed it to the little milk cat and said, "Eat it."

"Meow." The little milk cat played Jiulianhuan on its own, obviously not planning to eat porridge.

Zhao Yao didn't make a sound to comfort her, she ate porridge and rice with a wooden spoon in her hand, and she didn't get up for a while.

"Yuncheng is short of food, there is only one meal a day, if you don't want to starve to death, just eat some obediently."

The little milk cat lay on one side on its back, blinked its eyes, and did not make a sound, but at least got up obediently, with its head on the plate, and ate porridge and rice in small bites.

Zhao Yao raised her hand to gently rub the fluffy hair, picked up the Jiu Lianhuan and said, "It's such a simple thing, you haven't untied it for half a month."

"Meow?" What do you mean?

The little milk cat looked at it sadly, the porridge was still dripping from the hair on its cheek, Zhao Yao picked up the handkerchief and wiped the little flower's face.

"What I'm telling is the truth, aren't you willing to listen to it?" Zhao Yao pinched her soft cheeks with her fingertips, but unfortunately the little milk cat looked unhappy, so she had no choice but to let go, so as not to annoy her.

Wen Ruyan still can't figure out why Zhao Yao recognized her, because of the frustration in her heart, she refuses to admit it even if she wants to lose face.

When Zhang Youmou came up from downstairs to report the military situation, he saw a little milk cat immersed in solving the Nine Links, but the Empress didn't feel any abnormality at all.

The world is so big, there are no surprises, could it be that this cat has become a spirit?

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