A kitten dressed as an empress

"Your Majesty, I don't know when the court will be able to deliver the food?" Zhang Youmou asked hesitantly while saluting.

Zhao Yao wrote and practiced calligraphy between her fingers: "The snow is melting slightly now, and the grain transportation team cannot enter the mountain. It will be mid-April at the earliest."

The little milk cat on that side collapsed beside the desk, pulling Jiu Lianhuan with its two front paws, and lowered its head trying to bite Jiu Lianhuan away.

Zhang Youmou looked away in surprise, seeing that the empress didn't notice anything unusual, so he had to pretend he didn't see it: "At present, the [-] soldiers in Yuncheng can only distribute a bowl of porridge every day. I'm afraid that some soldiers will take advantage of the chaos and rebel."

"Then promulgate a decree to severely punish those who violate the military order. I will allow you to kill first and then play." Zhao Yao turned her head to look at the straight Zhang Youmou.

"I would like to obey the holy order!" Zhang Youmou happened to be worried that those lieutenants would take the opportunity to make trouble, and now that he has got permission, he knows it well.

Waiting for the people to retreat, Zhao Yao looked at the wet ink on the paper, none of the six pigeons that flew out replied, and it might be hard to get food for the court.

Just when Zhao Yao was deeply worried, the little milk cat at the side suddenly called out: "Meow!"

I saw that the nine chains had been untied, but some of them were already on the verge of deformation, and there were even clear small rows of teeth marks. The little milk cat moved to his hand, obviously waiting for praise.

With the corners of Zhao Yao's lips raised, she reached out and embraced the little milk cat, poked her soft face with her fingertips and said, "You're obviously cheating."

The little milk cat's head was held in the palm of his hand, and he didn't dare to move at all. He could only poke at Zhao Yao's sleeve dissatisfied with his pink front paws.

"Meow." Wen Ruyan thought that it would be fine to untie it anyway.

Zhao Yao pressed the little milk cat on her lap, smoothed the fluffy hair with her palm, and looked at the heavy snow outside the attic with slightly deep eyes.

In the afternoon, Zhao Yao went out of the mansion to check the military training situation. Seeing the little milk cat lazing in the charcoal basin, she reminded her aloud: "If you are sleepy, go back to bed and sleep, and be careful to burn your tail."

The little milk cat moved its head away awkwardly, and called out unconvinced: "Meow!"

Zhao Yao put on her cloak, raised her hand and rubbed the fluffy ball, a little worried about the wagging little tail, so she had no choice but to pick her up and put her under the bedding on the bed.

"Be obedient." Zhao Yao pressed her small head with her palm, blinking her eyes lightly, "I'll be back soon, don't run around, you know?"

The little milk cat angrily buried herself in the bed and refused to respond, after a while the palace people outside urged Zhao Yao to leave the back room.

Suddenly there was no sound in the mansion, Wen Ruyan poked his head out from under the quilt, and when the snow outside stopped for a while, he slipped out of the window and walked through the empty mansion.

Wandering around in Yuncheng for more than half a month, he was familiar with the way, and saw a little snow-white milk cat stepping on the eaves and looking at Zhao Yao's team from a distance.

Most of the houses in Yuncheng were burned down, so as far as the eye could see, there were only large areas of ruins.

Wen Ruyan carefully stepped on the beam of the half couch. He had heard Mr. Zhang talking to Zhao Yao earlier, so he naturally knew that Yuncheng was extremely short of food.

If the court's food would arrive in April, Zhao Yao would not have to save food like this. Not only the soldiers would have a bowl of porridge every day, but even Zhao Yao would share a bowl of hot porridge with himself.

The news of the grain shipment was obviously a delay. Wen Ruyan had heard that most of the grain in the southern states had already been forcibly expropriated from the grain depots of the counties.

It has been several months since the war in the Northwest Kingdom last winter, and no food has been shipped from the rear. I am afraid that it is difficult to collect food.

Wen Ruyan didn't think he had any special skills in finding food, but he just thought that Yuncheng was not small, and there should not only be government grain depots, but also rich merchants' families in Dazhou City should also store food.

The army of the Northwest Kingdom won this battle too quickly, and it should have been too late to search for the people. When Yuncheng was lost, the enemy army had no time to transport and find food before being recaptured.

While walking on the charred beams, there was a rattling sound, and the little milk cat fell to the ground with a plop.

Although he wasn't stupid enough to hit his head on the ground, he was a little stunned when he fell, and hurriedly shook his head to shake off the snow that was stained on his body.

When the creaking sound suddenly sounded, the little milk cat stretched out its paws and looked at the swarms of big mice crawling into a collapsed abandoned house.

There is a famine here, why are the mice so fat?

Not long after, I saw a little milk cat sneakily trying to blend in with the rats. Who would have thought that those big rats would run faster one by one.

Wen Ruyan looked at herself in embarrassment, it was definitely something that was too white to get in the way.

The little milk cat poked its head to look into this small hole, and saw that it was very empty, so it called out timidly: "Meow."

"Meow..." This is the reverberating sound inside.

cellar?

To be honest, Wen Ruyan didn't really want to drill holes, but if he encountered a cellar for storing grain, it would be of great help.

Most of the body leaned close to the little milk cat in the cave, and suddenly the snow on the roof tiles fell and landed on the body, scaring the whole cat into the cave.

This time, he failed to land properly, his head fell to the ground with a bang, and his eyes kept wandering with stars shining.

It took a while for Wen Ruyan to regain his composure, but he staggered when he walked.

It was too dark in the cellar. Although the little milk cat had good eyesight, it was a bit difficult to see.There was a bang, and the sacks on the shelf fell silent. Fortunately, Wen Ruyan escaped quickly.

I saw that the sacks were full, and the little milk cat approached a bag and tried to untie the rope with its paws.

I have to say that the cat's paws can only be cute.

The little milk cat scratched the knot for a long time without any signs of loosening. It was really lonely scratching for most of the day.

Wen Ruyan felt very embarrassed, lowered her head and opened her mouth to bite hard with a sucking force.

The fluffy hair trembled slightly, and the small erected ears could be vaguely seen shaking, only the fluffy head was still lying on the sack and biting.

The process was very long, until there was a ripping sound, the little milk cat was biting the broken steps of the sack in its mouth, and touched the grainy thing with its pink and tender paws.

Wow, haven't seen rice in the shell for ages.

This is rice.

Zhao Yao immediately asked Zhang Youmou to select hundreds of warriors from the army for special battlefields.

After returning to the state and county mansion, Zhao Yao took off her cloak, and saw the little milk cat running over in a hurry.

I have never had such an active behavior on weekdays, which is really abnormal.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Yao raised her hand to embrace the little milk cat, and when her fingertips touched the soft fur, she could vaguely feel the chill of the melting cold snow water, and said with a slight frown, "You went outside to play in the snow ?”

Seeing a few grains of rice in its paws, the little milk cat yelled softly in Zhao Yao's palm: "Meow!"

Wen Ruyan poked her head proudly and approached, thinking that you should praise me soon!

Suspiciously, Zhao Yao uttered, "This is?"

amount……

Wen Ruyan, who was thinking a lot, didn't expect that Zhao Yao didn't know Gu.

This is not the gap between the times, but the gap between the rich and the poor is too big.

I saw the little milk cat, who was still enthusiastic before, jumping out of her arms with her head down.

Zhao Yao followed behind in confusion, and saw the little milk cat climbed up the desk, lowered its head and opened its mouth to bite the pen, obviously waiting for someone to grind the ink.

"You don't pretend anymore?" Zhao Yao approached with slightly raised lips.

Waiting for the little milk cat to hold the pen and write a big rice character clumsily.

"Rice?" Zhao Yao looked at the small grains in her palm, then looked thoughtfully at the expectant little milk cat, "This is Gu."

Whoops, it's really not easy.

Zhang Youmou, who was training soldiers and horses, suddenly received an order, and he took the troops along with him.

I saw the little milk cat running in the empress's arms all the way through the ruins, and stopped at one place for the soldiers to dig.

The entrance to the cellar was dug out, and the soldiers dug out a large amount of grain from it.

It stands to reason that Zhang Youmou sent people to search the abandoned mansion for food storage as early as he entered the city. It may be that this place is extremely secretive, the abandoned house is collapsed and it is extremely difficult to search, so it was ignored.

Returning to the mansion in the evening, Zhao Yao pushed the warm egg custard and bibimbap in front of the little milk cat who was staring intently.

The little milk cat buried her head in eating the rice, her tail wagging happily.

"How did you find that cellar?" Zhao Yao sipped her tea and said.

"Meow."

This matter cannot be written in a few words.

Zhao Yao reached out and kneaded the soft ball, and couldn't help but regret not bringing the red incense pills, otherwise she could be questioned about how she got in touch with the Northwest Kingdom.

Wen Ruyan, who was eating happily at first, suddenly felt chills on his back, stared blankly at Zhao Yao who was staring at him, and called in puzzlement: "Meow?"

"It's nothing, let's eat." Zhao Yao raised her hand and gently wiped the rice grains on the beard.

The little milk cat obediently didn't dodge, its amber eyes were watching intently, and it didn't notice the egg custard on its cheeks at all, looking silly.

The grain found in that cellar used to be the largest rice merchant in Yuncheng. Zhang Youmou had someone search it on purpose at that time.

The entrance to this cellar is too secretive, even blocked by a stone door, ordinary people can't find it at all.

Zhang Youmou had to dig a big opening when he asked people to transport the food and grass. The cellar was very well sealed and there were almost no gaps. The only place where there was light was the hole dug by the mouse.

Empress, how did you find this place?

Zhang Youmou, who had doubts in his heart, did not say anything. In mid-March, the enemy army in the Northwest Kingdom suddenly shouted the slogan of capturing the empress alive and surrendering.

This kind of behavior is obviously a little unbearable, but they still want to disintegrate Yuncheng.

Vice-General Wang, who was patrolling at night, summoned hundreds of confidants to discuss in secret that he wanted to kill Zhang Youmou.

Zhang Youmou, who was wearing heavy armor on the top of the tower, was detecting the enemy's situation. On one side, Deputy General Zhao hurried up and reported in a low voice: "My lord, they are planning to attack."

"If you make a move, shoot and kill!"

"They are soldiers from the capital city. Shall we ask His Majesty for instructions?" Vice General Zhao was selected from the people's conscripts and followed the empress to lead the team through the battlefield. Naturally, he was dissatisfied with the group of soldiers who surrendered to the rich.

Zhang Youmou tilted his head and eyes with murderous intentions, and said, "Your Majesty's personal order, you can kill first and then play!"

Vice-General Zhao responded with a salute: "Decree!"

When the time of Zi was approaching, Deputy General Wang led Li Wang's two deputy generals and hundreds of soldiers to surround Zhang Youmou's mansion.

Seeing that there were only a few hundred soldiers, Vice General Li couldn't help feeling timid: "Why do we only have these people among the tens of thousands of soldiers?"

"That kid Zhang Youmou assigned our people to the civilian soldiers long ago, and now it's not easy." Deputy General Sun said in a low voice.

"After Zhang Youmou is killed, they have to obey even if they refuse!" Deputy General Wang took the lead in rushing into the mansion.

Hundreds of people poured into the mansion but no courtyard guards were seen, and the originally open door was suddenly closed.

Standing on the stairs, Zhang Youmou stretched out his hand and saw the soldiers who had been hiding in the room running out with arrows.

"What are you in a daze for!" Deputy General Wang drew his sword and shouted, "Kill me!"

But no one responded, General Li and Wang put down their weapons, and hundreds of people threw away most of their weapons.

Vice-General Zhao said: "Vice-General Wang, are you still not surrendering?"

"My nephew, the Great General Wang, counting as the sons and daughters of the current Empress, none of you dare to kill me!"

"Your Majesty's personal order, if anyone violates the military order, he can be killed first and then played!"

Deputy General Wang snorted coldly and said, "You can come and try."

I saw Deputy General Wang, who was holding a knife, rushing straight to Zhang Youmou's side, and several arrows were shot out of Zhang Youmou's hand.

Blood splattered on the snow, and Deputy General Wang was hit by several arrows. He glared at the two Li Wang's trembling lieutenants and murmured, "You son of a bitch!"

At this time, the drowsy little milk cat, who was nestling in Zhao Yao's arms, was about to fall into the book with its head down.

Zhao Yao raised her hand to support the fluffy head, and saw that her eyes had been narrowed into a slit, and her pink nose was slightly loosened, making a low snoring sound.

Originally, I wanted to teach her how to read, but who would have thought that she would be like this before reading for half an hour.

The outer palace said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang has something to report."

"What's the matter, just tell me directly." Zhao Yao touched the soft buttocks with her palm, and never got up from the bed.

Zhang Youmou said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, Deputy General Wang led hundreds of people to rebel, and they have now been beheaded."

Zhao Yao's palms stopped slightly, and her eyes turned slightly in response: "I know."

This reaction was a little too flat, and Zhang Youmou thought he had heard it wrong.

But I didn't hear the sound for a long time, and I just left the outside room.

Vice General Wang was the core of the former military camp, but now without him, the entire army hardly has the influence of the four great families.

Zhang Youmou wanted to come to guess his own mind, so he was so bold to kill him directly.

The strong wind outside the window didn't stop, Zhao Yao kneaded the slightly spread pink paws with her fingertips, thinking that if she couldn't control Zhang Youmou, it might be a dangerous move.

At the end of March, the heavy snow stopped, the sun cleared, and the snow melted very quickly.

Snow dripped down the eaves, Wen Ruyan collapsed on the low table boredly during the day, and Zhao Yao always had countless things to do.

"Meow." The little milk cat came closer, stretched its paws to catch the melted snow, and smoothed its white hair by itself.

Chunyue, who came in from the outside, was so frightened that even the hand holding the tea couldn't stop shaking.

Looking at Chunyue's guilty reaction to the little milk cat, Zhao Yao couldn't help suspecting that Chunyue might know her identity.

That day Mingming saw a big fire, and the cat was alive again!

Chunyue poured the tea, her face was very pale, thinking that if the cat had nine lives, wouldn't it come to ask for its life.

"Meow." The little milk cat jumped up to the desk suddenly and yelled, Chunyue shivered in fright, and the water from the teapot spilled out.

"Slaves deserve to die." Chunyue hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.

Zhao Yao glanced at the little milk cat who was deliberately threatening and said, "It's nothing, you can go down."

Wen Ruyan ignored Zhao Yao's eyes, and fell face up on the desk with a bright smile.

The fluffy ball rolled over and over again, even if she wanted to be serious, Zhao Yao couldn't do anything about it.

"You are very happy?"

"Meow!" She was the one who did the harm first, so Wen Ruyan was justified.

Zhao Yao raised her hand to press the rolling ball, and her palm became much warmer immediately.

The sun was the warmest in the afternoon, and Zhao Yao took the naughty little milk cat to the courtyard to bask in the sun.

When he was comfortable, Zhang Youmou pressed a person to approach, and Zhao Yao saw it from a distance, so he returned the little fur ball he held in his palm to the barking little milk cat: "Hey, play with yourself first."

The little milk cat was chasing the fur ball, but when it saw the white-haired old man, it stopped suddenly.

"Your Majesty, the old man said he has something urgent to report."

"Him?" Zhao Yao looked at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man looked at the fluffy ball and said, "So the little guy is here."

Wen Ruyan was taken aback by these words, the old man didn't come after him on purpose, did he?

"Meow." The little milk cat walked around Zhao Yao's knee with its calf.

Zhao Yao raised her hand and asked with a puzzled head, "The old man knows her?"

Before the words were finished, the white-haired old man broke free from the shackles and ran towards this direction. The guards hurriedly surrounded him and shouted: "Guard!"

When Zhang Youmou was about to pull the cock, he saw the white-haired old man shoot several silver threads in a row, then reached out and snatched the little milk cat, and flew away from the mansion. His movements were so fast that he was a peerless master. With a gloomy face, he reprimanded: "Don't chase after me yet!"

Zhao Yao held her palm tightly, but still couldn't stop the dripping blood, and her eyes were filled with scarlet.

Wen Ruyan, who was caught in a daze, didn't come back to his senses until he was thrown into a small shabby house.

The white-haired old man hid in a cellar of the dilapidated house, full of wine tanks, it seemed that it was originally a restaurant.

He could vaguely hear footsteps passing by, and when Wen Ruyan was about to speak out, his mouth and nose were pinched.

"Hush!" The white-haired old man tightly covered his mouth and nose with his palm, almost covering the cat to death.

After finally letting go of his hand, the little milk cat almost had to breathe out instead of taking in air.

"Don't die." The white-haired old man anxiously put down the soft kitten and muttered, "At least you can't die until you reach Yunshan!"

These words scared Wen Ruyan to wake up immediately, what on earth is this old man going to do?

The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the little milk cat, who was still weak before, seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, and sat slumped on one side.

The little milk cat surrounded it, only to find that it was sealed, and the only entrance was the big iron bolt, which seemed to be of unusual weight.

"Meow?"

"The old man advises you not to waste your efforts in vain." The white-haired old man stood up and poured a big gulp of wine from the wine tank.

The little milk cat poked its head out and bumped the big iron bolt, lying on the wine tank in pain, looking at the old drunkard full of sorrow.

The white-haired old man raised his hand and rubbed the little milk cat's head and said: "Don't be afraid, when they relax their vigilance, the old man will have his own way to take you away."

Who wants to leave with you?

The power gap was too great, and the little milk cat had no strength to fight back at all, probably because it was a lot colder at night.

Wen Ruyan nestled in the corner and watched the white-haired old man drinking non-stop, and he didn't know how long it had been.

Wen Ruyan, who woke up from his drowsiness, saw the white-haired old man lying beside him soundly asleep, and thought to himself that the old man rarely drank the wine from the wine gourd.

Maybe it is really precious Qiongyeyulu.

The little milk cat approached hesitantly, and stepped on the hand that was on the side with its tender paws, but there was no reaction, and then it leaned towards the wine gourd.

Grabbing and biting, he opened the wine gourd and gently poured some out. The little milk cat took a sip, and it did taste sweet, but his eyes were a little blurred.

Relying on the remaining consciousness, Wen Ruyan staggered to the corner and waited for it to take effect.

It was only when Wen Ruyan felt a little cold in a daze that he realized why he was cold.

There was only cloth in the wine cellar, Wen Ruyan wrapped the white cloth in embarrassment, and took away the wine gourd along the way, his feet were surprisingly cold, and carefully moved the big iron bolt away.

After finally crawling out, Wen Ruyan stepped on the melted snow, trying to find someone to ask for directions.

Just happened to meet Mr. Zhang who was looking for someone, and rushed to the horse and shouted: "Help!"

In the middle of the night, Zhang Youmou yawned bitterly. Who would have thought that a general would search for a cat in the city.

Who would have thought of meeting a disheveled young girl, who was still a little out of her mind, and worried that she was a woman, and it would be extremely dangerous to be alone, so Zhang Youmou asked someone to take her back to the mansion.

"Would you believe me if I said I was that cat?" Wen Ruyan asked awkwardly wrapped in a cotton jacket.

Zhang Youmou sized up his eyes while drinking his tea: "Crazy talk, still want to see the Empress?"

Wen Ruyan looked at Master Zhang who was more rigid than Zhao Yao, wanting to cry.

The white-haired old man attacked His Majesty, and Zhang Youmou's head hurts so much, how dare he bring someone with unknown history to see him again.

After a night of stalemate like this, at dawn the next day, Wen Ruyan found that he was still human.

"He's caught." Zhang Youmou really didn't expect the girl to reveal the whereabouts of the white-haired old man.

It's a pity that the little milk cat hasn't been found yet, Zhang Youmou is really afraid of the empress's murderous look.

Wen Ruyan walked up to Lord Zhang and said, "Then why don't you take me to see the Empress?"

Zhang Youmou kept a distance back and responded, "It's inconvenient for the empress to disturb you right now."

"You said there was someone named Wen Ruyan, she would definitely agree."

If it weren't for the girl's expression being too sincere, Zhang Youmou really didn't want to take risks.

At noon, Zhang Youmou went to report the military situation to the empress, but the palace people waited outside with porridge and rice in their hands, but did not enter.

"Your Majesty has no appetite."

"Your Majesty, do you have something to report?" Zhang Youmou hesitated to let Wen Ruyan, who had changed into men's clothes, enter with him.

Seeing that the outside room was extremely quiet, Wen Ruyan quietly looked at the bead curtain leading to the back room.

When Zhao Yao came out from the room, she looked pale and said loudly, "Have you found it yet?"

Zhang Youmou bowed his head and knelt on one side in fear: "The old man with white hair was caught today, but the cat was not found."

Wen Ruyan, who hadn't been discovered yet, felt inexplicably amused in his heart, and when he was about to approach quietly, he didn't expect that the hot teacup suddenly smashed towards him.

"Ah!" Wen Ruyan never thought that Zhao Yao would make a surprise attack, and the teacup and the tea splashed on his forehead.

I have seen Zhao Yao pinch and pop walnuts with bare hands before, so naturally this strength is no joke.

Zhang Youmou didn't expect that the girl would suddenly be hit and fall to the ground.

"Can't you just talk properly and keep your hands off?" the girl said angrily.

The emperor holds the power over life and death in the world. It seems that the girl is really seriously ill. Zhang Youmou suddenly regretted it.

Zhao Yao was shaking her hands in anger, who would have wanted to hear the girl's voice, so she tentatively got up from the high seat and approached the girl who was covering her forehead.

"How could it be you?"

Zhao Yao was at a loss as she watched the girl's fingertips oozing blood, "Zhen, I didn't expect it to be you."

Wen Ruyan avoided Zhao Yao's approaching hand and said: "I am disfigured, you will be responsible for the rest of my life!"

Zhao Yao looked very anxious, but listening to the girl's words, her cheeks were slightly blushed and she replied, "Okay."

Hey?

Zhang Youmou, who was confused at the side, suddenly felt that maybe his head was not clear.

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