A kitten dressed as an empress

"Are you drunk?" Wen Ruyan smelled strongly of alcohol.

Zhao Yao looked at the change in the girl's expression, and she pursed her thin lips when she wanted to ask, because it was the Song Mansion who needed to pay more attention.

"Your Majesty?" Su Qing was anxiously looking for someone, but he appeared at an inopportune time.

Before Zhao Yao responded, the girl withdrew her hand, as if she really didn't want others to see their intimacy.

Zhao Yao with a very bad complexion turned around and looked at Su Qing coldly, "Go back to the palace."

"Yes." Only then did Su Qing see Miss Wen next to the Empress, and suddenly felt that her life was in danger.

Wen Ruyan was concerned about Zhao Yao's status as an empress, so she couldn't be too intimate, so as not to drag her down.

The two got into the carriage, Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao who had a tense face, and was still a little confused.

In the winter night, the street was much quieter, only the sound of the wind whistling by, and the wheels of the carriage were turning. Wen Ruyan was shaken slightly dizzy.

The glazed lamp hanging on the side was not very bright, Wen Ruyan looked sideways at Zhao Yao who had a gloomy expression and asked hesitantly, "Who upset you?"

Zhao Yao put her hands together in front of her body, straightened her back like a sculpture, and looked at the girl intently, feeling a little uncertain.

During this period of time, the girl treated herself very indifferently, but she turned around and joked with others, obviously she was unwilling to be happy with herself.

The two were intimate for the first time on their own initiative, and the girl obeyed half-pushed, but most of the girls were not happy in the following times.

After that, she was left in the cold. Zhao Yao always thought that the palace was too boring, so she thought of ways to make the girl happy.

But the girl shook off her own hand, Zhao Yao stared blankly, then looked down at the glazed lamp and replied: "It's nothing."

Thinking about it carefully, the girl said that she likes it, but in her eyes, liking and love are different, and she never even said it to herself.

Wen Ruyan didn't understand Zhao Yao's thoughts, she just thought she was thinking about the government affairs of the court, so she didn't make a sound.

A few days later it will be New Year's Eve, the palace banquet is not lively, because frugality is advocated, so everything is kept simple.

After the officials paid their respects, they left the palace. Zhao Yao usually wouldn't get drunk, but tonight she was really drunk, her cheeks were slightly drunk and nothing could be seen, but her footsteps were a little unsteady.

I didn't ride a chariot, but walked alone in the snow. On a cold and snowy night, the palace road was covered with snow, and although there were palace lanterns on both sides, they couldn't add much light.

The accompanying palace servants obeyed the order and retreated in the distance, not daring to make a sound, Zhao Yao only felt that she was alone like a snowflake falling in the wind.

If he had known the situation today, it would be better to let his mother kill him back then.

Heart throbbing for some reason, Zhao Yao took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a long mist, but she could no longer shed tears.

Only the incompetent in the palace will cry, this is what my mother said.

At that time, Zhao Yao knew that tears were useless.

There was a faint light in the dark night, the girl was wrapped in a thick lantern, and she walked towards the wind with a crooked umbrella in one hand, and approached clumsily with the lantern in the other hand.

"I thought you were still at the palace banquet." Wen Ruyan looked at the silent Zhao Yao, and raised the umbrella higher to cover the two of them.

Looking at the girl's flushed face, Zhao Yao said, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Wen Ruyan reached out to sweep the snow off Zhao Yao's robe and said, "The fireworks outside are too noisy."

"Why don't you let the palace man hold an umbrella for you?" the girl asked when her fingertips touched the snowflakes in her long hair.

"Forget." Zhao Yao reached out to take the girl's umbrella.

The girl looked at it incredulously, and allowed Zhao Yao to hold her hand in response: "Are you drunk?"

Zhao Yao shook her head and replied, "I'm not drunk."

Wen Ruyan smelled the pungent smell of wine when he got close, looked at Zhao Yao with a wrinkled nose and said, "Did I prepare some biscuits for you before?"

"Ah."

Because she knew that Zhao Yao didn't like to eat, but drinking on an empty stomach was uncomfortable, so Wen Ruyan specifically told Zhao Yao to eat some desserts to fill her stomach.

Wen Ruyan held Zhao Yao's hand, felt a little puzzled and asked, "Where's your hand warmer?"

This person has always been afraid of the cold but not the heat, and he never leaves the hand warmer in winter.

"forget."

amount……

She must be drunk, right?

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao's face, but he didn't see anything wrong, so he didn't ask any more questions, but just tightened his hand and said, "Fortunately, there are few roads and we are almost there."

The palace is too big, it's really troublesome.

"Yes." Zhao Yao looked at the girl's side face, hesitated and said, "I wish you a happy new year."

Wen Ruyan turned his head to look at the serious Zhao Yao, and inexplicably became nervous and responded, "Well, you too. Happy Chinese New Year."

Recently, Zhao Yao has suddenly become very polite, which is really hard to get used to.

Zhao Yao blinked slightly, then followed the girl's gaze to look at the falling snowflakes, pursed her lips, smiled and said nothing.

If I went with my mother at that time, I would never see her again.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Yao felt that it was better to be alive, at least the girl was still her own, and no one else could take it away no matter what.

In March of Yangchun, when the snow melted, the examinees who had gathered in the capital for scientific examinations were busy visiting officials.

Naturally, the Song family is the most admired family among them. Song Qing, who is currently the Minister of Rites, is the chief examiner in charge of scientific examination affairs.

"I'm afraid that each of these posts will be scheduled until next year." The second young lady of the Song family poured tea for Song Qing, who was sitting in the main chair, and said with a low eyebrow, "Now that the money is coming like water, why are you unhappy?"

"Your Majesty has arranged Zhang Youmou among the invigilators today. I'm afraid this will be done carefully." Song Qing opened the post and saw the bank note in it.

"Master Zhang has no family background, is it possible that he still dares to fight against our family?"

Song Qing closed the post and responded arrogantly: "He dares!"

"Master calm down, there is no need to make trouble with juniors."

"If it wasn't for my father who only listened to my elder brother, and told me not to touch Zhang Youmou, otherwise I would have done it long ago." Song Qing picked up the teacup, thinking of being bullied by Zhao Rong's illiterate reckless man at that time, he felt hatred in his heart.

The second young lady of the Song family raised her hand and patted her back to comfort her: "Nowadays, not only the elder brother is in charge of the house, but even the servants only think about the eldest young lady. I also took care of the birthday banquet last time, but later received I heard that most of the gift money from the guests was given to them."

"That banquet was organized by me, and my father is really partial." Song Qing knew that he would not be underestimated whether it was in court affairs or family affairs.

And everything is just because the seniority is orderly, which is really ridiculous.

Now that the Jin family and the Wang family have fallen, the Zhou family has also fallen, and only the Song and Qi families are left alone. As for the Zhang Youmou faction, they are not afraid.

The birth father and elder brother were very stubborn and insisted on rejecting the blood of the other princes of the Zhao family.

One day Song Qing invited Qi An to the mansion for a drink, intending to probe into their thoughts.

"I just discussed the subject of the subject a while ago, and now it's rare to relax, so I invite you out to get some air." Song Qing said while pouring wine, "Your Majesty has recently recruited a group of soldiers, and I don't know what the intention is. It's not easy."

"You mean His Majesty is going to attack us?" Qi An's hand holding the wine glass trembled.

Song Qing pressed Qi An's hand and said: "Don't be afraid, our family has hundreds of years of foundation, if the court moves, it will hold him, the empress doesn't have such courage."

"It's true, it's true." Qi An lowered his head and drank his wine to suppress his shock.

"However, if it wasn't for the Supreme Emperor to fight for the throne, now the Crown Prince should be the successor. Which round is the Empress?"

Qi An didn't expect Song Qing to talk about the empress so blatantly, and thought to himself, is this here to spy on the rumors?

"What you said is true, but we are ministers now, and Song Qing can only take a drink from the wine cup and say in a low voice: "I think the Zhao family in the southern country is exhausted, otherwise it will not fall into women. joke. "

Qi Anxin thumped, looked left and right and asked: "Although this is a mansion, it is inevitable that the walls have ears, you should be careful."

"What are you afraid of?" Song Qing looked at Qi An, who was the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments, so timidly, and sneered disdainfully, "Your Qi family has been tossed to the present by the empress, is it possible that you have swallowed this breath?"

"She is of the Zhao family's blood, and there is nothing we can do about it."

Song Qing put down the wine cup, put his hand on Qi An's shoulder and said, "Brother, don't be afraid to do big things. Think about the glorious days when you will be a prince in the future. Isn't it more prestigious than now?"

Unable to move, Qi An could only ask, "Is this what the Grand Master meant?"

"Do you not believe me?" Song Qing didn't want to reveal the news in advance, so he didn't take the initiative to mention it.

"Where is it, brother, I believe it."

"From that day on, the two of us will have to plan our world carefully."

Looking at Song Qing's appearance, Qi An felt overwhelmed and could only nod in cooperation.

Li Yiben was teasing his little girl in the courtyard, but he didn't want to hear the scene.

Going around from the side of the courtyard, Li Yi carried the little girl into the pool pavilion after thinking about it for a while, guessing that it might be Song Shanxiang's thoughts.

"Daddy, give it to Huahua." The little girl raised her hand and tugged at the pink flower, her eyes were bright and her voice was especially soft.

Li Yi replied: "Ya'er is really good."

The little girl was very active, she lay on the railing and looked at the fish in the pool, giggling.

The spring is slightly cold, so the little girl is wrapped into a small ball, and a noble lady in blue clothes outside enters, holding the outer robe in her hand and hesitates: "It's cold outside, my husband, please don't suffer from the wind."

"Thank you very much." Li Yi took the outer robe and tied it on, he didn't have too much contact with the woman, and the two of them didn't make any more noises separated by the little girl.

In spring, the weather is changeable, fine rain fell silently, and countless fine water patterns appeared on the surface of the lake. Li Yi thought of the time when he was hunted down, the rain at that time was so cold that it made people feel chills.

My father was carried out in such a drizzle, and later I went to Beijing to rush for the exam under a pseudonym in such a season, hungry and cold all the way, and even eating hot porridge was once a luxury.

The capital city is the most prosperous place in the Southern Kingdom. Outsiders often say that the ground is full of gold and rich and noble families are everywhere, but few people know that there are corpses under the gold bricks.

The woman raised her hand to protect the little girl and hugged her into her arms. With one hand, she handed a small piece of pastry to the little girl's mouth. Seeing Li Yi's dazed expression, she said, "Is your husband worried?"

Li Yi shook his head and answered, "No."

Zhang Xinzhi, a poor scholar who was trampled in the mud back then, has long been corrupted into one place with the mud.

"Mother, Ya'er doesn't like to eat this anymore." The little girl took a few bites of the pastry, maybe the taste was not suitable, she buried her in the woman's arms, and hugged her neck coquettishly.

The woman protected the little girl with a smile, wiped her mouth with a kerchief in her hand and said, "You were clamoring to eat it yesterday, but you sent someone to buy ready-made cakes for the Gold Cake Shop early in the morning."

The waiter at the side took the pastries that he had just eaten, and quietly exited the booth.

The little girl pouted, turned her head to look cute at Li Yi, stretched her arms and called, "Daddy, I want a hug."

The Gold Cake Shop is a time-honored brand that existed in the Southern Kingdom when it was founded, and the finger-sized cakes cost an ordinary official several months' salary.

Because it is as expensive as gold, it is called Gold Cake. This is the food and clothing of the rich and powerful families, and the royal family is no more than this.

Li Yi raised his arms to hug the little girl, wiped the crumbs of the pastry with his fingertips and said, "Don't buy it for her next time, the child is just greedy for freshness."

The woman's expression was slightly stunned, she mistakenly thought that she was making him unhappy and quickly responded: "Okay."

When the spring rain gradually stopped in the afternoon, it was rare to see the sun, and puddles of different sizes accumulated in Yuqing Palace.

Wen Ruyan clumsily imitated Zhao Yao to grind and prepare rouge, while Zhao Yao handmade a slender gold spoon to check if there were any impurities.

There are a lot more butterflies in the courtyard in spring, probably because of the strong fragrance of flowers, so there are a lot of butterflies around the pavilion.

"Is this color too red?" The girl approached, reached out to the rouge box in Zhao Yao's hand, and got some on her fingertips, "Don't move, I'll see if it suits you."

Zhao Yao was stunned for a moment, and she cooperated very well without moving, the fingertips resting on her lips moved extremely gently.

The two were so close that even Zhao Yao could still see the girl's fine eyelashes, and her eyes lightly fell on those tight lips.

"Wow, you look so good."

The girl's eyes were full of amazement, and Zhao Yao was a little unsure about the obsessed look in her eyes, so she asked, "Really?"

Wen Ruyan reached out and picked up the small handle on the side, and smiled at Zhao Yao, "It's really beautiful!"

Zhao Yao pursed her lips and looked at the bronze mirror. The woman in the mirror had sharp eyebrows and eyes, and her thin lips were stained with red, like delicate petals in the spring rain, which made her look softer.

"Do you like me like this?" Zhao Yao looked away and looked at the girl again.

"I like it." Wen Ruyan tried to put some on himself, and the color was indeed very positive, but he was not as stunning as Zhao Yao.

Listening to the girl's answer, Zhao Yao looked at the girl with pouty lips and rouge, and said, "Then I will adjust this more."

Wen Ruyan nodded and stood aside, seeing the unconcealable joy in Zhao Yao's eyes, he was relieved.

During this period of time, I always feel that Zhao Yao's mind is very heavy, and she is not as lively as before.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Zhao Yao slightly nervously met the girl's peeping gaze.

The girl said with a smile in her eyes, "I like to see you."

Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips tightly and said nothing, but her earlobes were already a little hot, so she stretched out her hands to cover up her hair as if she were pulling her hair.

Wen Ruyan didn't expect Zhao Yao to react so calmly and felt a chill in her heart.

Sure enough, Zhao Yao has something on her mind.

"What's the name of this flower?" Wen Ruyan could only find other topics to cover up the awkward atmosphere.

Zhao Yao carefully ground the petals, and replied with some hesitation: "Chunshanghong, originally a wild flower in a remote corner of the southern country, the color is particularly beautiful, non-toxic, and can be used as scented tea."

Wen Ruyan selected the appropriate petals according to the small scale, and didn't dare to look at Zhao Yao and hesitated and said, "You know a lot."

"I read it from books before."

Because of the girl's straightforward expression before, Zhao Yao was still a little flustered.

Usually he is not a talkative person, and now he doesn't know what to say.

When the two of them had dinner, Wen Ruyan filled the bone soup and said to Zhao Yao, "drink the soup to warm up when it's cold, and eat some meat too."

Zhao Yao took the soup bowl and replied, "Okay."

It is easy to get sleepy in spring, and it is easy for girls to snooze for a while when they are full.

Zhao Yao held the book and looked at the girl nestled on one side, her fingertips lightly rested on the long hair. In fact, there is another use of the spring red, which is the flower that girls must wear when they get married.

Naturally, there are also women who let the person they like smear rouge in their boudoirs to express the deep affection between the two.

Even though the rouge on her lips had faded due to eating, Zhao Yao felt that her lips seemed to be unconscious when the girl touched it with her fingertips.

There can still be a marriage letter between a man and a woman, but between women they can only cover up.

Zhao Yao was not reconciled, but could only bear with it, took out the scissors from one side, leaned over to approach the sleepy girl, her gaze fell on the cherry red lips, and she lowered her head to kiss.

The girl seemed to avoid it uncomfortably, and murmured softly through her nose, but her eyes did not open.

Although the body, hair and skin are affected by the parents, they must not be damaged at will.

But if you want to be a married couple, you should be able to get a small amount.

One early morning, Wen Ruyan held an umbrella and looked outside at the pattering rain and sighed: "This spring is really capricious."

Su Qing looked at Wen Ruyan and said, "Miss Wen doesn't like rain?"

"It's okay." Wen Ruyan put the umbrella aside, and took out the sachet from one side, "Under what circumstances do you usually give people a sachet?"

"Mostly close people."

Wen Ruyan received this small item out of nowhere early in the morning, and Wen Ruyan still didn't understand why Zhao Yao became so virtuous.

"Then what kind of gift should I return?" Wen Ruyan looked at the small sachet worriedly.

Su Qing took another look subconsciously, this sachet could not be given by the empress, could it?

"Probably don't need to return the gift." Su Qing felt that the empress had everything, so there should be no need to return the gift.

Wen Ruyan looked suspiciously and asked: "Ms. Su, have you received it?"

Su Qing, who had suffered a sudden blow, turned paler, and tried to maintain his expression as much as possible: "Most women in the southern country give off men, and I certainly don't have any."

All the officials continued to enter the hall one after another with their umbrellas in their hands. Zhao Yao felt relieved after stroking the sachet worn by her side with her fingertips.

Today happened to be the day when Wen Ruyan received his salary, because he suddenly received a sachet, so he kept thinking about what to send back.

But thinking that Zhao Yao has everything, Wen Ruyan's head hurts.

When Zhao Yao came out of the shower, she saw the little milk cat with its head buried under the pillow, showing its small tail and turning wildly.

It was a bit cold in the spring night, Zhao Yao sat on the bed wearing outer clothes, caressed the fluffy ball with her palm and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The little milk cat poked its head out, stepped on the quilt with its pink paws, and jumped onto Zhao Yao's lap step by step.

Zhao Yao caressed her fluttering little ears with her palm and said, "Do you want to read?"

"Meow."

Wen Ruyan was thinking about whether to order a ring or something for Zhao Yao.

When she turned into a cat in the past, she often asked herself to flip a book for her. Zhao Yao randomly took out a book from the bed next to her and stretched out her hand to open it. Unexpectedly, it was a picture book.

The little milk cat raised its front paws and quickly pressed the picture album, pressing a soft mass on the back of Zhao Yao's hand.

Is this the book I chose?

Zhao Yao held back a smile and lightly poked her chubby cheek with her fingertips, saying, "Don't you want to watch it?"

Wen Ruyan's head fell on the book, and he replied in a hopeless voice: "Meow."

I was wronged.

"I read the content of this book, and it seems to be quite good." Zhao Yao wrapped the little milk cat with one hand, and gently opened the album with the other.

In the picture album, two women hug each other with half-undressed clothes, but one woman's hand is not very secure. The scene is really intense.

Zhao Yao held the pink and tender front paws of the little milk cat with her fingertips, and teased, "We have tried this kind."

The little milk cat watched silently, with a serious expression, only the little tail was shaking in a panic.

On the second page, one of the women was tied up, while the other picked up a whip.

Wen Ruyan felt that something bad might happen if he continued to watch.

"Why don't you read it?" Zhao Yao looked at the little milk cat, biting the album and huddled in the corner without making a sound.

The little milk cat sat on the album and refused to answer, Zhao Yao raised her hand and rubbed the fluffy head and said, "Don't worry, I don't like this."

Wen Ruyan lay on the side feeling helpless, and decided to buy a rope.

It's really embarrassing.

Zhao Yao took advantage of the situation to hug the little milk cat, and pinched the soft ears with her fingertips to comfort her: "If you don't want to, I won't force you."

The little milk cat didn't even dare to blink, it opened its big amber eyes in a daze and responded softly: "Meow."

It's over, is Zhao Yao stimulated?

In the middle of the night, the little milk cat was already sound asleep, and its small body was in front of Zhao Yao. Although it was not heavy, it still had some weight.

Zhao Yao lifted up the quilt and carefully hugged the soft ball, but the smile in her eyes did not diminish.

After sleeping until dawn, Wen Ruyan didn't even have the face to look at Zhao Yao when she changed into her clothes and had dinner.

The girl's cheeks were so rosy that Zhao Yao even wanted to pinch her cheeks, but she had no choice but to restrain herself because she was concerned about the girl's thin skin.

In fact, Zhao Yao used to read this kind of books by her mother's side at most when she was young and didn't understand, but when she saw her mother being so intimate with the palace people, she realized what it was.

At that time, the mother even thought about training herself to serve her aunt, but after Zhao Yao assassinated her aunt, everything changed.

At that time, Zhao Yao always hated these kinds of books, but she never thought that girls would secretly buy them.

Holding the porridge spoon in her hand, Zhao Yao said hesitantly, "If you like it, I can find some better ones for you."

Before the words fell, the girl was choked by the porridge and her ears were red, and her fair little face was so red that it could bleed.

"No need!" Wen Ruyan wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, thinking that Zhao Yao's ability to accept such things is really extraordinary.

Although they are a couple, but their small hobbies are discovered, it is really embarrassing.

Zhao Yao didn't expect the girl to react like this, she thought it was her words that made her feel too greedy, and she replied in a sullen voice, "Yes."

"I'm just curious, and I don't like it." Wen Ruyan explained weakly.

But Zhao Yao seemed to be in a bad mood and said coldly: "Yes."

Wen Ruyan felt that her fame would never be reversed because of that album, and the more she explained, the more Zhao Yao felt that she just liked those strange hobbies.

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