A kitten dressed as an empress

When Wen Ruyan bumped on the carriage for several days without seeing the shadow of the town, the whole cat was about to fall apart.

As the night fell and the bonfire was lit, the sky was full of stars, and Zhao Yao looked at the fluffy little milk cat with the meat porridge in her hand and said, "Do you really want to eat some?"

The little milk cat who was looking at the starry sky with his round head did not tilt his head to respond.

Along the way, the boats and cars were exhausted, and the carriages kept going around, which was really unappetizing.

"Meow." The little milk cat lay lazily on the soft bed, its two pink front paws resting on its head, and its fluffy hair shook slightly due to the night wind.

Zhao Yao held the wooden spoon in her hand and looked at the lazy little guy, so she had to let the porridge be heated to save her from complaining about being hungry at night.

The interior of the carriage is extremely spacious, and it could have been used for resting. Zhao Yao approached slightly, stroked her soft head with her palm and said, "What are you looking at?"

The little milk cat is very well-behaved without moving, only the string of tails is wagging non-stop.

Zhao Yao combed her hair between her fingers, and saw that the amber eyes were shining with stars, and her chubby cheeks were even more lovely, so she couldn't help poking her fingertips.

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao speechlessly, and raised her paw to hold down the protruding hand with a heartbroken heart.

The pink and tender front paws fell softly on the back of Zhao Yao's hands, without any deterrent force at all, and the palms were reversed to hold the front paws.

The little milk cat didn't escape, but turned its head towards the endless starry sky outside. Zhao Yao pressed the pink front paw with her fingertips and said, "Do you like it very much?"

"Meow." The little milk cat stretched lazily, lying on its side next to its hand, and blinked its big amber eyes.

Perhaps the open buttocks were too soft, Zhao Yao accidentally raised her palm and rubbed it lightly.

The little milk cat dexterously got up to avoid it, and huddled in a corner in a fluffy ball.

Zhao Yao couldn't help sighing, pursed her thin lips and said, "What are you hiding from?"

"Meow." If you don't hide, you will take advantage of me.

"come over."

Zhao Yao stretched out her arms to embrace the little milk cat.

The little milk cat kept whining, its two front paws slapping the side of its face, Zhao Yao held the soft front paws: "You are so courageous."

"Meow!"

Zhang Youmou in the outside room listened to the meowing again and again, thinking that the meowing was too miserable.

The little milk cat that only stopped in the middle of the night was sleeping soundly with its head resting on its neck.

In summer, it is as warm as a stove, Zhao Yao pinches that fleshy cheek with her fingertips, the little cat's eyes are narrowed into slits, its front paws wrap around its neck, its pink nose sticks to its forehead and makes a low purring sound .

No one is allowed to get close during the day, but this meeting is so clingy, Zhao Yao can't help complaining that she is too dull.

If it is difficult to travel by land, then turn to the waterway, which is considered brisk.

When the army returned from victory, it had already won the applause of the people to watch, and the eyes of the little milk cat lying on the boat window were fixed on the water.

Zhao Yao crushed the fish food between her fingers and threw it lightly onto the water surface, attracting a large number of fish to follow and snatch the food, the scene is quite spectacular.

The little milk cat lowered its head motionless, only its tail dangling, and its eyes were staring straight at the fish in the water.

In the early morning, she never slowed down, Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips tightly, and stopped feeding.

Without bait, the fish slowly scattered and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Meow?" Wen Ruyan's heart was tense, his eyes disappeared after staring at the scurrying fish, and he called out in wonder.

Zhao Yao was unmoved, and replied with her usual expression: "It's gone."

The little milk cat poked its overly round head, stepped closer, and tried to break open the lacquered wooden box containing fish food with its front paws.

"Meow." Are you sure it's gone?

Wen Ruyan obviously felt that the weight was not light, Zhao Yao actually opened his eyes and spoke nonsense.

"If you want to eat fish, I'll let someone prepare lunch." Zhao Yao raised her hand and rubbed her fluffy head, pinching her small ears with her fingertips.

The little milk cat was unwilling to lift up its pink and tender paws, so Zhao Yao hugged the whole one by the window that was leading away from danger, and sat aside to comfort her: "Don't make trouble."

Wen Ruyan was almost turned into a puffer fish, it was Zhao Yao who made the trouble first.

When Zhang Youmou came in, he saw that the empress was teasing the little milk cat, holding grain weeds in her hand, and the little milk cat was jumping up and down and playing happily.

"The minister who came from the capital will pick him up at the pier in three days."

"Well, I got it." Zhao Yao moved the grain weed between his fingers, and the little milk cat stood up firmly with only its hind paws, and its two pink front paws stretched towards the grain weed, the movement was very natural.

On the other hand, Zhang Youmou looked stunned. This is probably a little milk dog!

Xu Shi noticed Zhang Youmou's gaze, and Zhao Yao frowned slightly: "Is there anything else?"

"Wei Chen retire."

After the sound of footsteps faded away, Zhao Yao came back to her senses and realized that the little milk cat had already bitten the grain weed, her amber eyes didn't even blink, as if she couldn't hold her hand and vowed not to let go.

The smile in Zhao Yao's eyes became even shallower and she said, "Is it fun?"

The little milk cat seemed to look back at the smirking person, let go of his mouth, and turned around to ignore him.

The fluffy ball walked up and down, twisting and twisting.

On the day of returning to the capital, all the people gathered in the city, Zhao Yao took the little milk cat and hid it in her sleeve and entered the palace on a walking chariot.

After placing the little milk cat in Yuqing Palace, Zhao Yao planned to go to Chaotian Palace.

Just as she was changing her clothes, the little milk cat, who had been exhausted from traveling before, suddenly regained her spirits, circling around the dress and howling non-stop.

After returning to the capital, Zhao Yao couldn't wait to see the old pervert, how could Wen Ruyan be in a hurry.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Yao asked in confusion.

"Meow!" Don't go, you bad woman who loves the new and dislikes the old.

The female officer outside was a little puzzled why there was a meowing sound coming from inside, Zhao Yao came out of the inner hall after a long time.

Wen Ruyan didn't expect Zhao Yao to leave just like that, so she could only climb out of the window.

In the courtyard of the Chaotian Palace pavilion, the lake on one side is particularly vast, and the breeze comes slowly, causing layers of waves, and the green curtain shakes because of this.

But the smoke in the pavilion didn't dissipate, Zhao Yao looked at the person on the low couch and didn't make a sound.

"Yao'er, come here." The Supreme Emperor looked at the people lingering in the smog with blurred eyes, as if seeing Zhuang Lingqiong who was also young and vigorous in a daze.

Zhao Yao approached slowly and leaned over to look at the pale-faced Supreme Emperor and said, "Auntie, you should tell the imperial physician to have a look."

The Supreme Emperor sat up slightly, stretched out his hand to caress the side of the woman in front of him, and said, "You are still so beautiful, but I am already old and fading."

"Auntie?" Zhao Yao doubted that she was not looking at her right now.

"If you hadn't plotted against me back then, how could I stand idly by Jin Ruoyi's murder of you?" The Supreme Emperor frowned, and looked at Zhao Yao with hatred in his eyes, "But the person who killed you is still alive and well." .”

Before the words finished, the hand resting on the cheek suddenly strangled Zhao Yao's neck.

"Auntie..." Zhao Yao reached out to hold Tan's hand, trying to distinguish whether she was acting or murderous from this not sober state.

Wen Ruyan, who was peeking outside the pavilion at this moment, only caught a glimpse of the Supreme Emperor touching Zhao Yao's face!

Alas, Zhao Yao's love brain still hasn't escaped, isn't this a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

"Meow!" A heart-piercing meow brought back the thoughts of the two people in the pavilion.

The Supreme Emperor let go, looked hesitantly at the red mark on his neck, and said with a normal expression, "Just now..."

Zhao Yao looked a little pale and looked at the Supreme Emperor who seemed to have regained some sanity and said in a deep voice: "What did Auntie remember just now?"

"It's nothing." The Supreme Emperor was slightly annoyed and picked up the slender gold pipe on the side, with the medicinal herb in his fingers trembling slightly, lit it sideways and inhaled the smoke obsessively.

The expression seemed to be in pain, like relief, and then he sighed, his eyes regained a little clarity and said: "I just remembered that you stabbed with a dagger in the past, you are really stupid."

Zhao Yao looked suspiciously at the Supreme Emperor's expression, and just now she clearly heard the mention of her mother.

"At the time of the Ghost Festival, Yao'er, let's go pay homage to your mother." The Supreme Emperor clenched the slender gold pipe between his fingers, and poked his eyes cunningly at the upright Zhao Yao.

"Yes."

After coming out of the pavilion, Zhao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and was very displeased with the pungent tobacco smell.

How much did the Supreme Emperor know about what happened back then?

Zhao Yao had no way of knowing, but the meowing just now was very familiar.

Returning to Yuqing Palace from Chaotian Palace, Zhao Yao opened the beaded curtain of the inner hall, and saw the little milk cat lying on the low table panting, obviously coming back from a long-distance run.

"Where did you go just now?" Zhao Yao sat on one side and raised her hand to rub the fluffy head.

The little milk cat spread its paws and lay on its back, its amber eyes looked at Zhao Yao and called: "Meow."

Zhao Yao pinched the chubby cheeks with her fingertips and said: "There are traps everywhere in the imperial palace, I advise you, don't go to Chaotian Temple indiscriminately if it is not necessary."

If it weren't for me, you might have been eaten.

Wen Ruyan avoided Zhao Yao's outstretched hands, and got up on his own.

"Meow."

You're hungry, and you haven't eaten yet.

At lunch time, Zhao Yao looked at the little milk cat who was busy eating, took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, and poured out a newly developed red fragrance pill.

Due to an accident earlier, Zhao Yao did not continue to develop it, and now it is only this small porcelain bottle.

"Eat this later."

The little milk cat poked its head and looked at Zhao Yao, and looked away arrogantly, thinking that ghosts don't know what you're thinking.

Seeing that the little milk cat seemed unhappy, Zhao Yao had to suppress her thoughts first.

After finishing the meal, the little milk cat buried her head in drinking the tea, glanced at the pills on the side, and Zhao Yao looked very serious on the side.

Zhao Yao reviewed the memorial all afternoon, and the little milk cat kept a safe distance, napping in a corner far away.

At dusk, the new in charge of the palace came in to light up the lamps, and they didn't dare to make a sound, they only felt that the Empress's mind was very unpredictable, and they were afraid of offending her.

At night, after Zhao Yao took a bath, she was half lying on the bed in unlined clothes, and the little milk cat was chasing the rewarded red orb on the wooden board to play.

"How long will you play until you stop playing?" Zhao Yao closed the book and looked at the stiff little milk cat holding the red orb.

It's nothing more than wanting to be intimate with her, why is she so reluctant.

Zhao Yao didn't make a sound anymore and lay down by herself, and there was no sound for a while, and she was afraid that she would run out in anger.

Zhao Yao was relieved when there was movement on her side, and soon there was a snoring sound.

The little milk cat was lying on the side of the pillow, with its head tilted to the side of the ear, and its four paws were facing the sky without any defense.

At dawn, Zhao Yao tried to melt the pill into the porridge and rice for the little milk cat who was still sleeping soundly in the bedding.

But when he tried to get the small porcelain bottle, he found that the medicine was missing.

The guards inside and outside the Yuqing Palace are strictly guarded, it is absolutely impossible to steal it, not to mention that there are so many treasures in the palace, how could it be possible to go to great lengths to steal only one bottle of medicine.

In the morning, when the little milk cat was lying on the porcelain plate drinking porridge, he felt a little guilty for some reason when he noticed the frequent gazes.

Could it be that Zhao Yao has discovered that the medicine is missing?

Don't panic, anyway, Zhao Yao has no evidence, in short, absolutely can't admit it.

"Why are you so quiet today?" Zhao Yao tapped the table with her white and smooth fingertips like pearls, trying to guess from the reaction of the little kitty if it was her.

Who would have thought that the little milk cat would just bury its head in eating porridge, and its two white and soft ears would not respond at all.

Zhao Yao took a sip of her tea, feeling somewhat confident in her heart.

One day, two days, for several days, Zhao Yao didn't mention the medicine again, Wen Ruyan relaxed his vigilance.

On the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, it was cloudy and rainy, and the etiquette of offering sacrifices was particularly complicated, even Zhao Yao was also troubled.

Seeing Zhao Yao's restless state, the Supreme Emperor looked suspiciously at her and said, "Yao'er, could it be that he has someone on his mind?"

"Auntie is thinking too much." Zhao Yao withdrew her thoughts and looked at the number of Zhao's ancestral tablets.

The two then walked to the side hall, where the queens and concubines of all dynasties stood.

The concubine Jin was among them, and the queen mother was also among them, Zhao Yao kowtowed and offered incense and got up slowly.

"Have you ever held grudges against aunt?" Taishang Huang asked.

Zhao Yao replied slightly hesitantly: "Hate or hate."

"This answer is too cunning."

Back then when Yuncheng was trapped, the court never dispatched a single soldier, it was clearly her order.

If it's a family member, how can you be so helpless?

But without her, she would be killed by her mother sooner or later. There are too many things involved. Zhao Yao found that she no longer had the naive hatred like a child when she was a child, but instead weighed a lot of power and interests.

Perhaps I am becoming a little bit like my mother, which is really a bad thing.

Such a cold-blooded and heartless person is not worthy of being his own mother.

Probably because of the continuous rain, the fluffy hair also looked wet, and the little milk cat was combing the hair with a wooden comb in its mouth.

When Zhao Yao entered the room, she saw the little milk cat sitting slumped on the low couch, its hair was combed extremely softly, and its big amber eyes looked over and softly called: "Meow."

"Have you eaten?" Zhao Yao sat on one side, rubbing the fluffy head with her palm.

The little milk cat lay on its side and was rubbed by Zhao Yao, its two front paws wrapped around Zhao Yao's cool arms and said, "Meow."

Holding a small ball in the palm of Zhao Yao's palm, she pinched the soft front paw with her fingertips. Looking at the extremely clean fleshy paw, she knew that she didn't go out to wander around today.

"It's a bit deserted in the palace today." Zhao Yao murmured in a low voice.

In the same drizzle, I used to look at the rainwater outside the window like this, as if after autumn, the rainwater would never stop.

The rain all over the sky seemed to have drowned her like this, and the feeling of suffocation forced Zhao Yao to recover.

It was a rare afternoon nap in the couch, Zhao Yao breathed slowly, the little milk cat poked her head and looked around, probably sensing that she was in a bad mood, her two front paws lightly stepped on her right shoulder as if comforting, without even pulling her arm down.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yao turned her head to look at the little milk cat, only to realize that the hall has become quite dark, and the sound of rain can be heard softly.

The main hall, which was rebuilt due to the fire, is now available for occupancy. Perhaps the empty main hall sometimes makes people feel lost.

The little milk cat didn't respond, but stopped moving, and continued to doze with its head on its arms.

Zhao Yao pursed her lips and smiled, "Why don't you continue?"

Wen Ruyan glanced at it, thinking that after finally giving you a massage, how dare you laugh at me.

Probably out of temper, the little milk cat let Zhao Yao play tricks without making a sound.

"Don't sleep, or you will be noisy at night."

Zhao Yao slowly got up from the bed, took the torch and lit up all the lamps in the hall, just now she felt at ease.

The little milk cat followed, chasing the little mosquitoes as if having fun, poking its head out to follow the light closely.

The little milk cat stopped after the palace servants prepared dinner.

Many years ago, the Supreme Emperor ordered that on the day of the Lantern Festival, it was taboo to make a fire in the palace, so most of them ate cold food.

"Meow." The little milk cat was very unhappy eating the cold meat porridge.

Zhao Yao poured the jerky on a porcelain plate and said, "I really don't like it, so I eat these to satisfy my craving."

The little milk cat squinted its eyes happily, its tail was wagging happily, and the jerky was being bitten.

Zhao Yao, who doesn't like to drink cold tea, ate very little this day, and slept with the little milk cat early at night.

The rain during the day suddenly turned into a thunderstorm at night, and there was a rumbling sound, and Zhao Yao sighed with a slight frown between her brows.

Turning his head to look at the little milk cat lying on his neck, he pinched the front paw lying on his arm with his fingertips and said: "You give me a beat."

"Meow." The little milk cat looked at Zhao Yao, who seemed to have no energy, and stood up slowly, with his back paws stepping on the soft bedding, and his front paws lightly stepping on his arms.

Alas, the cat has to be a coolie, which is too much for God.

The little milk cat didn't forget to say, "Meow."

"Well, it's quite comfortable." Zhao Yao praised with a smile in her eyes.

It's probably because the boasted little milk cat is happy, but she worked harder.

The two soft front paws stomped very regularly, and even the ears trembled vigorously, which made people want to laugh.

Most of the gloom in her heart dissipated, Zhao Yao stretched out her arms to embrace the little milk cat and said, "I'll tell you a story in return, okay?"

"Meow." Do you think it's fair to exchange coolies for a story?

The little milk cat nestled beside her neck, choosing not to speak, so as not to dampen Zhao Yao's enthusiasm.

Zhao Yao rubbed the fluffy ball in her palm and said, "A long time ago, there was a little girl who had hardly seen her father and lived with her mother all the time."

"Although the mother didn't treat the little girl well at all, the little girl was still very obedient and believed in her mother, until one day the little girl heard that a villain was bullying her mother, so she took her bishou to kill him."

"But the little girl was too weak, so she was arrested by the bad guys. At that time, she didn't know that her mother knew her plan a long time ago, and even condemned the little girl together with the bad guys."

The little milk cat moved its head closer, seeming interested.

"The little girl was thrown into the pond by her mother and almost died, but the bad guys saved the little girl. But the mother refused and let the little girl kneel in the heavy rain for two days and two nights."

"In such a big thunderstorm night, the little girl got seriously ill in the rain, but her mother still stayed with the bad guys. At that time, the little girl was afraid that her mother would not want her anymore, so she cried and wanted to see her..."

"Meow." The little milk cat, who was still very energetic before, had teary eyes at some point, looking pitifully tight.

Zhao Yao raised her hand to wipe her tears and comforted her, "Why are you crying?"

Such a sad story, are you sure it's not used to deceive people's tears?

The little milk cat buried her head in Zhao Yao's clothes and wiped away her tears, urging her to continue talking.

"But the mother grabbed the little girl by the neck and said fiercely that it would have been nice if it had been a boy."

With a calm expression, Zhao Yao raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the little milk cat Tick, the warm tears were still a little hot, "After that night, the mother abandoned the little girl in a corner, so everyone forgot about the little girl. "

"Year after year, the little girl worked hard to read and write, exercised herself, trying to let her mother take a look at her, but the mother just pushed the little girl away in disgust and warned not to show up again, otherwise she would kill her."

Only now did Zhao Yao understand that her mother was not only disgusted at that time because she was a girl, but because she only wanted a boy, and only a boy could inherit the throne, and what she wanted most was a queen mother who was above ten thousand people.

"The little girl was really obedient and no longer appeared in front of her mother. One year, her mother suddenly fell ill, with red spots all over her face, festering and pus. Others no longer approached her mother, and even the bad guy left her mother."

"The little girl who cared about her mother thought she would finally be able to stop being bullied by bad people." Zhao Yao couldn't help sighing for her stupid self at that time, pinching the chubby cheek of the little milk cat with her fingertips, "but mother But he intensified all his hatred on the little girl, and day after day, the little girl began to fear her crazy mother, so she could only guard her at the door."

The little milk cat is so obedient that Zhao Yao kneads it. Its watery eyes can still shed tears with a slight blink. Zhao Yao wiped the tears that fell on the fur and said: "Don't cry, the little girl was never bullied by her mother again." gone."

"That year, my mother died of illness in winter, and the little girl's tears had long since shed. She looked at the cold corpse numbly, thinking that everything was finally over."

After Zhao Yao finished speaking, she also sighed, as if she was really relieved with her mother's departure.

But does this really free you?

Now Zhao Yao listened to the thunder outside, and could vaguely see the figure hanging from the beam of the house. She was not afraid in her heart, but she didn't understand why she could still see her mother.

Obviously it has been so many years.

The little milk cat rested softly on its shoulder blades, its breath was very light, and it was not affected by the thunderstorm outside.

At dawn the next day, Zhao Yao looked at the glare of sunlight outside the window, hesitatingly stretched out her palms to lightly touch the sunlight shining into the hall.

It's warm, but it doesn't belong to me.

The little milk cat was resting on his lap, still a little depressed, and his ears, which were always actively erected on weekdays, were limp and lifeless.

If you ask Wen Ruyan what he is thinking at this moment, of course he is obsessed with the story Zhao Yao told yesterday.

If Zhao Yao is the little girl in the story, then I still deceive her in the name of liking her.

Isn't he just as scumbag as the Supreme Emperor?

Seeing the little guy who hadn't had much energy before, Zhao Yao suddenly sneaked into the low couch and bit out a small box from inside.

The little box rattled, and it seemed that there were many treasures of hers hidden in it.

The little milk cat squatted aside, and obediently pushed it with its head, obviously signaling Zhao Yao to open it.

"Are you giving me a gift?" Zhao Yao looked at the dusty little milk cat with a smile, raised her hand and patted the dust on her head before opening the small box.

Wen Ruyan made up his mind to have a good talk with Zhao Yao.

After all, if he hurt Zhao Yao in the name of protection, then he deserved death.

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