A kitten dressed as an empress

When the dawn was about to break, a ray of morning glow spread across the sky, and the thick green branches and leaves were slowly dripping rainwater. The servants of Zhang's mansion had already cleaned the courtyard.

Zhang Youmou blushed slightly and said, "Lan'er, I should go to court early."

A slender arm refused to let go, Gu Lan moved closer and kissed Zhang Youmou, and replied softly, "Okay."

But the two were still lying together, and Zhang Youmou said helplessly again: "It's really too late to go to the morning court."

Gu Lan had no choice but to let go of her hands and sit up from the quilt. She didn't care about the large area exposed. She picked up the clothes with one hand, tied up the belt hastily, and looked sideways at the thin-skinned person who was still wrapped in the quilt, her eyes full of tenderness. Said: "How many times have we both been better, why are you still blushing?"

"I..." Zhang Youmou stared obsessively at the whiteness exposed by the slightly opened collar, where some traces could still be seen vaguely, and looked away in shame, "My body covered in scars is no match for Madam."

"Don't talk nonsense." Gu Lan sat on the side of the bed and leaned closer, lightly touching Zhang Youmou's slightly frowned brow with her fingertips, "A man is proud of being injured for his country, and you are no worse than a man, how can you belittle yourself?"

Zhang Youmou looked at the tears in Gu Lan's eyes, and hurriedly said in distress: "Madam is right, I said something wrong."

Gu Lan put her hand on the thin quilt and gently lifted it away, looking at the shocking scar on her shoulder, and said with reddish eyes: "I don't know how many tears you have shed for half a year in Yuncheng, I only hope that you can live When I came back, I even thought that if you died, I would find your bones anyway, so that we can be buried together in the future."

"It's all my fault for worrying my wife." Zhang Youmou raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his heart ached.

Almost all the people in the Southern Kingdom believed that they would lose in that battle, but Zhang Youmou still took a risky gamble in order to gain fame and reaffirm justice for the Zhang family.

But he only missed Gu Lan, and Zhang Youmou felt sorry for this woman who followed him wholeheartedly.

Gu Lan held Zhang Youmou's hand and said softly: "I can't blame you, who made me insist on marrying you at the beginning, but now you can only live well, and this life is enough if you have me in your heart."

"Don't worry, I will never let you down in my life." Zhang Youmou blushed thin-skinned, but he was still very serious.

"Okay, if you keep talking to me, I'm afraid it's time to make a mistake." Gu Lan couldn't stand the love words from such a dull person like her, so she stretched her arms and picked up the clothes on the side with her blushing cheeks, "Hurry up and put on the clothes." Put on your shirt."

Zhang Youmou wanted to get up, but his body was so sore that he sighed.

Gu Lan carefully supported her and pursed her lips with a slight smile, "Let me take care of you."

"Yeah." When Zhang Youmou thought of last night, he blushed even more and lowered his head in silence.

On the other hand, when Gu Lan caught a glimpse of the stains, her cheeks turned red and she whispered softly, "I just ignored your physical illness. You were a little fussy last night, so don't dare to mess around next time."

Zhang Youmou blushed when he heard the soft voice next to his ear, and replied, "It's not your fault."

Gu Lan looked at the ruddy earlobe with her mouth up while she was wearing her clothes and said: "Next time we will find a time to rest, so as to save you from having to go to the morning court. I am worried that you will be too tired."

"Well, Mrs. Doy."

Zhang Youmou couldn't hear the low voice of his wife's words.

"It's getting late, I'll ask the servant to prepare some food for you to take on the road to fill your stomach." Gu Lan knew that this person often forgot to sleep and eat when he was busy with official duties, so he specially prepared more food.

When Zhang Youmou and other officials entered the palace gate, he found that the main hall was not opened today.

People from the main hall of Yuqing Palace surrounded the outside, but they dared not enter, so Su Qing could only postpone the morning court due to embarrassment.

The sunlight illuminated the main hall extremely intensely, and the red gauze tent sometimes overflowed with soft chants that seemed to be endured and pained.

"Easy... Take it easy." Wen Ruyan lay on the bed, feeling as if she had been in a car accident.

Zhao Yao's palm lightly landed on the girl's too fragile body and said, "Are you still sore?"

Because the girl is afraid of the heat, she only uses a thin blanket to cover her figure lightly. When the clothes are taken off, a smear of white is revealed. The slightly flushed face is particularly eye-catching, and the thin hair is scattered on the side of the face, just like the one in the picture of a lady. Pen and ink generally outline the outline.

Obviously it was time to go to the morning court, but when Zhao Yao saw such a figure in the morning, it was like a fire was ignited, and he couldn't help but kissed him.

That's why there is such a thing now, Zhao Yao leaned closer and kissed that pink lips lightly, longing for the girl's fragrance.

But the girl raised her hand angrily to cover her protruding lips, her eyes were full of mist and she said with embarrassment and anger: "Can you make people sleep well in the morning?"

Normally, the girl's voice is always very bright and clear, but maybe it was too much at night, but now it is a little dry and hoarse, but it is even more delicate.

Therefore, the anger in these words has weakened a lot, Zhao Yao held the girl's hand and said reluctantly: "You sleep, as long as I don't disturb you."

"Then you did that to me just now?" Wen Ruyan really didn't think that she was tired at night and didn't have a peaceful sleep in the morning.

In the end, the culprit actually looked as if he should, that's enough.

Zhao Yao lightly embraced the girl with her palm and said, "I don't know either."

Obviously just wanted to kiss.

Wen Ruyan felt that his throat was like a flash of fire, and his limbs couldn't use any strength at all, so he couldn't push away the sticky monster beside him and said, "Aren't you going to the morning court at this time?"

"I'll accompany you, isn't it good?" Seeing that the girl seemed to have lost her temper, Zhao Yao responded.

The girl poked Zhao Yao's cheek with her fingertips and said with disgust, "Not good."

Such disgusting words are really a blow, Zhao Yao opened her mouth and bit the girl's food lightly, and said, "You obviously liked it last night, why did you dislike it?"

Zhao Yao was particularly satisfied with the girl's obedience last night, so she just passed the fire this morning, but she didn't expect to be rejected so decisively by the girl.

Zhao Yao looked at the serious girl with sad eyes, and her gaze lightly glanced at the bite mark on the side of the ear.

Wen Ruyan had an ominous premonition about the eyes that were tearing too eagerly, and hurriedly wrapped the thin blanket tightly and said, "It's really not possible, I can't even lift my arms now."

This wrapping naturally caused the thin blanket on Zhao Yao's side to be torn away, and the white jade skin was so brightly exposed in front of her eyes.

Usually, I always feel that Zhao Yao's brows and eyes are too cold, so her whole face looks cold and distant, but now her brows and eyes are full of tenderness, and those ink-like eyes reveal a bit of tenderness.

So much so that originally this scene was not so imaginative, but now Wen Ruyan felt that just looking at it one more time would make her heartbeat explode.

"Does it look good?" Zhao Yao leaned over and touched the girl's cheek with her fingertips, without pulling the thin blanket and smiling slightly, "Your face is really red."

The girl dodged her eyes and stretched out her hand to wrap the thin blanket around Zhao Yao who was beside her and said, "Why didn't I see that you were so open before?"

Zhao Yao took advantage of the situation and hugged the girl, lowered her head and rubbed the girl's side face, took a deep breath and said, "I don't know either."

What he obviously disliked the most, turned out to be done with the girl.

Wen Ruyan didn't dare to move at all at this moment, for fear of accidentally igniting the flames of war.

"Are you really not going to the morning court?"

Zhao Yao slightly raised her head and opened the distance to look down at the girl, pinched her earlobe with her fingertips and said, "Kiss me once, and I'll go."

The girl pouted very quickly and approached, but Zhao Yao dodged and asked puzzledly, "Don't kiss?"

"Be serious."

Wen Ruyan blinked and replied, "Okay, I'm serious about getting ready."

The girl held Zhao Yao's hand pinching her earlobe, raised her head and kissed the thin lips playfully, looked at her with bright eyes and said, "I kissed very seriously."

Zhao Yao pinched the girl's earlobe with her fingertips and said helplessly, "Is that why you don't want me to accompany you for a while?"

"But you have to use your hands and feet as long as you accompany me. I really can't do it."

Zhao Yao couldn't hold back the heroic sacrifice on the girl's face, the corners of her lips were raised and her eyes were full of smiles.

Outside the Yuqing Palace, Su Qing looked up at the big sun above her head, and felt that morning morning might have to be postponed.

But without the order of the empress, the female officer can't make decisions without authorization, so Su Qing can only bite the bullet and plan to enter the main hall.

Unexpectedly, the door of the palace opened suddenly, and Zhao Yao said, "Go to the main hall to pay homage."

"Yes."

It was almost noon and the court hadn't started yet, most of the officials rushed out of the mansion early in the morning and most of them only drank a bowl of porridge, and their stomachs were already growling.

Qi An, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, sighed hungry, feeling dissatisfied with this empress, she was really tossing her heart out, if something happened and she couldn't go to the early court, at least she had to let the palace people report it.

It's really too hungry to leave all the officials hanging out like this.

Suddenly, the smell of meat attracted all the officials to look around, and saw Zhang Youmou, Minister of the Ministry of War, eating big meat buns.

General Zhao Rong swallowed his saliva and said enviously: "Master Zhang's wife is really virtuous and virtuous."

Zhang Youmou naturally knew that it was time for lunch, so he handed the oiled paper bag to General Zhao Rong and said, "Your Majesty may be delayed by something today, so if you don't mind, eat something to fill your stomach."

"Is it not good to let your wife know?"

"Don't worry, she really won't mind." Zhang Youmou never easily showed a smile in the hall, but now he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, "General Zhao, don't be restrained, we are born and died in Yuncheng. "

General Zhao Rong no longer hesitated when he heard it, and took the meat bun wrapped in oiled paper.

I saw Zhang Youmou's group eating meat buns. Even if the civil servants in the court were greedy, they couldn't lose their aristocratic demeanor, so they looked away one after another.

Song Qing, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, said disdainfully: "They are all reckless idiots, dignified southern officials are like beggars on the street."

General Zhao Rong didn't like the ridicule of the noble families like Chaotang: "If it weren't for us ordinary people guarding Yuncheng, some of the noble families who are greedy for life and afraid of death may be worse than beggars."

"What did you say!" Song Qing, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, was enraged and immediately wanted to fight back.

Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, raised his hand to stop his voice: "Don't make trouble."

The current situation in the court is unclear, and even the father has repeatedly told him not to be brave for a while so as not to spoil the big event. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the empress' support for Zhang Youmou's faction.

Earlier, Prince An, Zhao Xiu was sent out to the Supreme Emperor to accept the imperial mausoleum for three years, and now the court has removed the heirs, otherwise there is no way for the empress to abdicate for the time being.

Song Qing endured it for a while, but a killing intent rose in his heart.

Naturally, Zhang Youmou also sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he put his hand on General Zhao Rong's shoulder and said, "Your Majesty is coming."

Sitting on the phoenix chariot, Zhao Yao lightly touched her slightly swollen lips, eyes, and eyes. When a girl is obedient, she is really obedient, but when she is naughty, she is really ruthless when she bites.

A group of officials entered the palace, and the court just ended in the early afternoon.

When Wen Ruyan woke up, the hall was empty, and he lazily picked up the clothes he had prepared on the side.

Because of the hot weather, I deliberately soaked in the bathtub for a while, and when my stomach growled, I reluctantly came out of the bathroom.

When Zhao Yao returned to Yuqing Palace, Mudan, the official in charge of the palace, reported, "Miss Wen is resting in the waterside pavilion."

"Yes." This palace man was originally a person next to the old mother of Chaotian Temple.

After changing into her regular clothes, Zhao Yao stepped into the water pavilion, and the breeze was blowing, adding a bit of coolness.

Girls who are particularly afraid of the heat in summer always like to nest in the water pavilion, but Zhao Yao is more afraid of the cold in winter.

The girl held a round fan in one hand, flipped through the books she found in the other, and lay on the bamboo couch with her legs dangling, revealing her white and slender feet.

When Peony asked the palace servants to enter with the food box, she saw the Empress sitting on a bamboo couch holding a round fan in her hand to fan Miss Wen.

When the food was ready, the palace servants withdrew, and the girl reached for the round fan and said, "Why don't you eat?"

Zhao Yao placed her hand lightly on the girl's side and half circled the girl, saying: "Aren't you going to accompany me?"

Wen Ruyan really felt that Zhao Yao had changed, was she so clingy before?

"I ate just now." Wen Ruyan replied helplessly.

"Aren't you going to have dinner with me?" Zhao Yao looked at the girl with disappointment in her eyes, why did she feel that after being intimate with the girl, she became more and more alienated?

Wen Ruyan couldn't see Zhao Yao showing such a lonely expression, so she sat up and said, "Okay, I'll eat."

The two sat on the low table, the girl was busy serving dishes with wooden chopsticks in her hands, Zhao Yao looked at the meat in the dishes and felt a little hard to swallow.

"In summer, don't eat too much greasy food. I'll eat some lotus seed soup."

"Don't." Wen Ruyan recalled the humiliation of last night, and thought he would take advantage of it no matter what, "You don't have to eat anything else, but you must eat a few pieces of pig's trotter and soybean soup."

Even if Zhao Yao doesn't have one, she has to create her own advantage to take advantage of it.

Seeing the girl's tenacious insistence, Zhao Yao had no choice but to eat a few pieces in cooperation.

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao, who didn't like meat, and suddenly felt that it might be a bit difficult to feed him.

The summer was hot and dry, especially in July, and there was no rain for a whole month.

It wasn't until the end of August that the weather turned cold. In the morning, Wen Ruyan looked at Grand Master Song who was going to court and said, "This old man seems to be in good spirits."

Su Qing looked at Miss Wen, who had no sense of crisis at all, and euphemistically reminded: "Today is the day for His Majesty to choose the king."

"The long ones are pretty good-looking." Wen Ruyan flipped through the selection list, and among them there were indeed noble women from aristocratic families who disguised themselves as men.

Su Qing, who didn't expect to get such an answer, was completely confused.

Miss Wen's way of thinking is really different from that of ordinary people.

In the afternoon Zhao Yao sat in the imperial garden pavilion, the palace servants retreated outside, Wen Ruyan stood by and watched the gentlemen who came in one after another.

Wen Ruyan, tired of watching all afternoon, yawned sleepily.

Zhao Yao only picked nine of them, and the rest went back to their homes.

Among the nine, there are seven men and two women. The Song family has a concubine, Song Zhen, who is more beautiful, and the other is the Zhuang family's daughter Zhuang Ling.

During the meal in the Yuqing Palace, Wen Ruyan picked up a fishbone and asked, "Why haven't I seen someone with the surname Zhuang being an official in the government and the public?"

Zhao Yao frowned slightly and ate the usual soybeans and pig's trotters in response: "The Zhuang family was very prosperous earlier because of my mother, but it declined later. She is just a side branch."

Wen Ruyan put the fish on Xiaodiezi and pushed it to Zhao Yao's side, saying, "Then she shouldn't be a relative?"

"It's just the surname Zhuang. In fact, it has nothing to do with it. Now in order to fill the number, I can only choose this person."

Zhao Yao didn't want too many complicated people in the harem, the dealer had no power in the court and the opposition, so he would have no position in choosing her.

"If there is no luck for three years, they will leave the palace, and then they will be quiet." Zhao Yao was afraid that the girl would think too much.

Wen Ruyan sipped the fish soup and said, "Why did you tell me that?"

"You don't care at all?" Zhao Yao fiddled with the fish with chopsticks in her hand, a little sullen.

"Don't toss the fish." Wen Ruyan held Zhao Yao's wooden chopsticks with his chopsticks, and said with a twinkle in his eyes, "If I don't care, how can I accompany you to see the election?"

Isn't it good to spend most of the day sleeping in?

Zhao Yao poked her eyes towards the girl, and she smiled dazzlingly.

Wen Ruyan couldn't bear the tender gaze, her cheeks were a little hot and she panicked, "Hurry up and eat."

At night, when Wen Ruyan came out of the bath, Zhao Yao was still reviewing the memorial.

The night breeze outside the window was extremely cool. Wen Ruyan studied ink and copied it to practice calligraphy. Of course, the template for copying was naturally Zhao Yao's calligraphy.

When it was late at night, Wen Ruyan was so sleepy, she looked at Zhao Yao and asked, "Do you have to read these memorials today?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yao stopped writing and glanced at the girl, and said apologetically, "You should go to rest earlier."

This situation became more serious in October, Zhao Yao was busy with government affairs every day, Wen Ruyan's plan to take advantage all the time could only fail.

Wen Ruyan helped Zhao Yao to sort out some trivial memorials the size of a sesame seed, and if it was a major matter, it could only be handed over to Zhao Yao.

Wen Ruyan was obviously unable to deal with government affairs such as end-of-year taxation in winter, so Zhao Yao had to review them alone.

At night, Wen Ruyan stretched out her hand to rub Zhao Yao's shoulders and said, "I don't think you can go on like this. It's better to establish a small organization with more trusted officials to focus on government affairs."

Zhao Yao took a sip of her hot tea and responded, "Song Taishi's party controls most of the government affairs, so I can only wait for next year's scientific examination to re-elect a group of officials before making any plans."

Wen Ruyan rested his head on Zhao Yao's shoulder and sighed: "If the position of Minister of the Ministry of Officials is held by someone from the Song family, it will probably be very difficult."

After all, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials has duties such as appointment, dismissal, inspection, promotion, and transfer of Manchu officials.

"You understand it very well." Zhao Yao stretched out her arms to hug the girl and let her sit on her lap slowly.

The girl smiled proudly and said, "I didn't look at the gate for nothing, okay?"

Zhao Yao lightly scratched the girl's nose with her fingertips, leaned over and kissed her soft lips.

The two hadn't been intimate for quite some time, Wen Ruyan was a little overwhelmed by this enthusiasm, so he put his hand on his shoulder and gently pushed some distance away.

The girl's cheeks were flushed and she leaned unsteadily, pinching Zhao Yao's robe with her fingertips, feeling ashamed and silent.

Zhao Yao gently rubbed the girl's earlobe with her fingertips, put one hand around the girl and smiled slightly: "Do you want it?"

The affairs of the past few months have been too complicated, and the girl has no signs of taking the initiative on weekdays, so Zhao Yao dare not go too far.

After all, the intimacy last time didn't seem to make the girl feel happy, but more like complaining.

At the moment of crisis, Wen Ruyan pressed the hand that stopped in front of him to pull the belt and said, "This time it's my turn."

Zhao Yao was slightly stunned, staring at the girl and said: "The sunflower water is here today, I'm afraid it will not be as you wish."

what?

"Why didn't I know!" Wen Ruyan couldn't believe his ears.

The girl's reaction made Zhao Yao want to laugh, but in fact Zhao Yao did.

Wen Ruyan felt that one cannot fall twice in one place at the same time, so she let go of her hand and said, "Actually, I don't think so either."

Thinking of the loss he suffered last time, the more Wen Ruyan thought about it, the more he felt the loss.

At the beginning, Zhao Yao showed her liking first, but in the end, she was the first to lose.

When Zhao Yao saw the girl was very excited, she hurriedly grabbed the girl's hand, holding her tightly with one hand so as not to let her escape.

"It's rare to be free tonight, don't you really want to?" Zhao Yao poked his head and kissed the corner of the girl's lips lightly, without pulling away from her, and said intermittently close to her.

The girl put her arms on her shoulders and pushed away Zhao Yaoying who suddenly came forward: "You have to have contacts in life, and your words don't count, so I don't believe your nonsense."

Zhao Yao was a little stunned by the push, and she pursed her thin lips slightly, as if there was still some soft touch of a girl left, her eyes fell on those cherry red lips, and her heart felt as uncomfortable as being scorched by fire.

Both of them were silent for a while, Wen Ruyan couldn't get down, so he could only ask, "Are you going to let me down?"

The blush on the girl's cheeks still persisted, Zhao Yao pinched the soft flesh of the girl's palm with her fingertips, lowered her head and lightly pecked the girl's palm a few times in response: "I promise, it will never be as excessive as last time."

It must have been not good enough last time, so the girl was unhappy.

Hey?

Zhao Yao hugged the girl and walked to the bed, carefully took off her shoes, and kissed her very seriously.

Wen Ruyan, who was confused, lost his mind.

On a cold and windy winter night, it was surprisingly hot. Wen Ruyan blushed and refused to make a sound, but someone still patiently asked in her ear, "Do you like it if I do it this way?"

"Do not……"

Bastard, you have the ability to let me finish my sentence!

In the middle of the night, Wen Ruyan was completely at the mercy of others. He used to think that Zhao Yao was a stubborn old man.

At this moment, Wen Ruyan felt that she was really blind. Zhao Yao must have read so many inappropriate books.

Zhao Yao held the handkerchief and wiped it awkwardly for the girl, and looked at the girl with brighter eyes and said, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

The girl blushed and replied weakly: "What did you do, don't you know?"

"I thought you still wanted to..." Zhao Yao stopped talking, and kneaded the girl's slender arms with her fingertips, her frowns and smiles were full of tenderness, and she looked a little shy.

At this moment, Wen Ruyan wanted to vomit blood, and she was the one who suffered the blood loss, so why did she feel like she was being taken advantage of?

Zhao Yao raised her hand to brush away the thin hair from the side of the girl's face, leaned over and kissed her lower lip softly: "Good boy, it's late, next time I'll make something different for you."

Do you want to have a next time?

Wen Ruyan had seen Zhao Yao's true nature clearly, this person was unwilling to let go even though he took advantage of it.

I thought the girl couldn't use much strength, but I didn't expect the girl to take the initiative to kiss him, although the kiss was a bit stupid and biting.

But Zhao Yao was very happy in her heart, thinking that she should still like her performance tonight.

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