A kitten dressed as an empress

"Your Majesty, why don't you let the servants peel these peanuts?" Mudan hesitated as she added the tea.

"No, you step back."

"Yes."

The empress didn't even take a second look, Mudan's heart sank slightly and she looked at the woman lying on the bamboo couch, although she was unwilling, she still exited the waterside pavilion.

Zhao Yao put the peanuts in a small plate, gently scratched Wen Ruyan's nose with her fingertips and said, "Pretending to be sleeping?"

"En." Wen Ruyan opened his eyes, raised his hand to hold the hand resting on his cheek, "Stop peeling the peanuts, sleep more while you're young."

"What kind of strange statement is this?" Although Zhao Yao said so, she still lay down obediently on her side, pinching the soft flesh of the girl's palm with her fingertips.

Wen Ruyan squinted her eyes and responded: "I heard that when you get older, you will only have insomnia, and you won't be able to fall asleep when you want to sleep."

Zhao Yao recalled that she had always been a light sleeper at night, and thought she was joking with her, so she wrapped her arms around her slender figure, put it next to her ear, bit her earlobe lightly, and said, "How dare you think I'm old?"

This sudden suddenness caused Wen Ruyan to murmur unpreparedly.

The two of them froze at the same time, Zhao Yao looked at the girl's flushed face, and realized just how charming the girl was whispering just now.

Wen Ruyan pinched Zhao Yao's cheek in anger and said, "Stay away from me."

Seeing her reaction like this, Zhao Yao was about to say something with a smile in her eyes, but her sight was covered by a thin blanket, and this person was pulled into her arms.

"Bite someone, I will punish you well."

Although Zhao Yao was able to see some shadows through the thin blanket, she lay down without resistance and asked obediently, "What do you want to do?"

Before the words were finished, Wen Ruyan slowly approached with a light figure, and then Wen Ruyan got into the thin blanket, her eyes approached with a smirk, and she held a thin ribbon between her fingertips and lightly tied it in front of Zhao Yao's eyes.

When the eyes dimmed, Zhao Yao clearly smelled the familiar fragrance, touched the girl's clothes with her fingertips and held her tightly tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the warmth touched by the earlobe reminded Zhao Yao that she was going to bite back with an eye for an eye.

The clothes in the summer clothes were flimsy, and the two of them were already a little hot when they hugged each other, Wen Ruyan stopped being flirty, and couldn't stand the stuffy heat of the thin blanket, so he had to pull off the thin blanket to breathe.

I thought it would make Zhao Yao scream, but I didn't expect that Zhao Yao just didn't respond at all, just like a wooden man.

Wen Ruyan pecked her tight thin lips discouragedly and said, "You are too calm."

"Can you untie the ribbon?" Zhao Yao raised her lips.

"I won't explain it to you." Wen Ruyan lay on his side, lightly touching his tender cheeks with his fingertips, his eyes fell on Zhao Yao's slightly undulating body, and approached mischievously, "I don't believe you can hold back .”

Zhao Yao thought she would come to take a few more bites, but when the hand was extremely unruly, she pressed her hand with reddened cheeks and said, "What are you doing?"

Wen Ruyan looked at the red earlobe, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I'm giving you a massage. I heard that it not only promotes blood circulation, but also promotes secondary development."

How could Zhao Yao believe such remarks that she had never heard before, and when she was hesitating, a warm breath came into her ears, and then a crisp laugh sounded: "Could it be that you are shy?"

"Why am I shy?" Zhao Yao could only slowly let go of her hand, her thin lips were slightly pressed together and she didn't make a sound.

I thought Zhao Yao would admit defeat, but I didn't expect that she would not surrender because she wanted to lose face.

This is too bad, should the salty pig's hand be taken away, or should it be taken away.

But if he shrinks back, maybe Zhao Yao will look down on him.

Wen Ruyan blushed slightly, and her eyes fell on Zhao Yao's open collar. The vermilion clothes set off her ice-like skin, which was shining brightly, perhaps because her thin lips were pressed too hard, and because she looked a little pitiful.

This is very different from the usual Zhao Yao, who is carelessly rubbing while distracted.

"It should be almost there." Wen Ruyan withdrew her hand, fastened Zhao Yao's belt indiscriminately, and lay down with her back facing her, her face blushing enough to bleed.

During the day, you can't proclaim yin, Wen Ruyan, you can't be seduced by beauty.

Zhao Yao let out a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to untie the ribbon, unexpectedly, the person beside him was already lying down with his back facing him.

But it was precisely because Wen Ruyan dodged in a panic that he could not see Zhao Yao's quiet eyes full of desire.

It's a pity that the sunlight outside is very dazzling, Zhao Yao knows that she doesn't like being too clingy, so she can only restrain her thoughts, raise her hands carefully to wrap her slender figure, and don't speak anymore.

After finally calming down, Wen Ruyan turned around slowly, and Zhao Yao was sleeping very peacefully, holding a corner of her clothes by her fingertips.

The two stayed together for several years, and Wen Ruyan naturally knew that Zhao Yao's sleep quality was not good, and she was extremely defensive at night, sometimes waking up inexplicably in the middle of the night.

So in ordinary days, as long as Zhao Yao has time to rest, Wen Ruyan always wants her to eat more and sleep more.

The bright red thin lips were still tightly pressed, Wen Ruyan didn't dare to move, and gently covered Zhao Yao with the thin blanket on her body, at this moment she just wanted to let her have a good rest.

The midsummer season is mostly scorching sun, and a heavy rain is rare, which can always take away a little heat.

In the morning, Wen Ruyan was yawning and working outside the main hall, and saw that there was a woman among the many officials, so she asked curiously, "Is this the new female official?"

Su Qing replied slightly confused: "Miss Wen, don't you know that this person is Xie Min, the newly appointed Department of Punishment, and also the righteous sister recognized by His Majesty?" "What?" Wen Ruyan yawned halfway, and stopped halfway. With tears in his eyes, he couldn't believe his ears at all, "Why didn't I know?"

"The edict issued yesterday is known to all the officials of the Manchu Dynasty."

Coincidentally, because Wen Ruyan took a few days off during her menstrual period, she didn't pay much attention to the news from the previous court.

For this reason, Wen Ruyan took a few more glances at Xie Min. He looks very heroic and tall, and he seems to be a person who is not easy to mess with.

When the two had breakfast, Wen Ruyan couldn't help but asked curiously: "Where did you find that Xie Min?"

"A person in the martial arts, the Punishment Department needs to train a group of soldiers with high martial arts skills, so this person was selected."

Wen Ruyan didn't expect to be a martial arts master and said, "Then why do you consider her a righteous sister?"

Zhao Yao was holding the porridge spoon, seeing that she was so curious about Xie Min, she thought she was jealous, and explained joyfully and patiently in her heart: "It is not easy for a woman to be an official in the court, she must have the influence of a noble family, and she becomes a righteous man. Even if my sister has my backing, no one would dare to underestimate her when doing ordinary things."

"That's true." Wen Ruyan ate the meat porridge and didn't think about it.

But Zhao Yao didn't understand, did she not care?

Feeling a little empty in her heart, Zhao Yao looked at her occasionally, but she could only eat porridge with her head depressed.

At dusk, Zhang Youmou took a sedan chair back to the mansion. When he returned to Zhang's mansion, the night fell and the lights of Wanjia were bright.

"Why do you look so sad?" Gu Lan asked puzzledly while holding the chopsticks.

"Your Majesty's newly established Punishment Department is in office today by a quack girl, this person is called Xie Min."

Gu Lan filled the broth, blew on the spoon in her hand, and passed it to Zhang Youmou's mouth, saying, "Eat first, then talk about things."

Zhang Youmou blushed slightly, lowered his head, took a sip of broth and said, "Lan'er, I'll do it myself."

"Okay." Gu Lan worried that she was thin-skinned, so naturally she didn't insist, she just changed the words, "Did you just think that Your Majesty has a gap in your heart?"

Holding the broth in his hand, Zhang Youmou nodded in response: "The people in the Punishment Department are very aristocratic and have nothing to do with them. They don't even belong to my group and General Zhao Rong's. Your Majesty is probably guarding against us."

Gu Lan held the spoon in her hand and replied, "I don't think His Majesty intends to trust any faction. Even Xie Min, the Secretary of Punishment, is just a relatively handy knife."

Zhang Youmou was slightly taken aback, thinking of his brother's words, he couldn't help frowning in thought.

"Okay, why are you frowning?" Gu Lan raised her hand and stroked her brows, her eyes were full of tenderness looking at Zhang Youmou, "When the Song family falls, your revenge will be avenged, and then we will return to our hometown to live a stable life good."

"Hey, you're right." Zhang Youmou eased his expression, and reached out to hold Gu Lan's hand resting between his eyebrows, "People in this city are unpredictable, it's better to stay away."

Gu Lan said with a slight smile: "Then you should eat quickly, or the food will be cold."

Zhang Youmou slowly let go of his hand, drank the broth, and didn't dare to look tenderly at his side.

"I heard that Gu Feng holds the position of Minister of the Household Department, has he ever come to trouble you?" Gu Lan saw that this person was blushing, and thought of other important matters.

"Although I have been invited several times, but I refused them all. He should know my Taifu, and he should not mess around."

"You, don't underestimate the villain's bad intentions, Gu Feng's temper is a hundred times worse than you imagined." Gu Lan recalled that Zhang Youmou was thrown into the pool by the servant ordered by Gu Feng in the winter , and then almost died, and now he is still ill.

"Lan'er don't worry, even though he is a bastard, he is still your elder brother. Although he is an official in the same court now, I will be careful."

Gu Lan knew that this person was lonely and helpless since he was a child, and he was more or less envious of his family, so he didn't say much, and only told him not to have any contact with Gu Feng.

In the past, Gu Feng was ignorant and ignorant. Although he was smart, he was already bad to the end.

Another day in the afternoon, several small palace people in Yuqing Palace gathered together happily to chat and laugh. There were several plates of pastries in front of them. Stealing food seems to be a punishment."

"Sister Mudan, Miss Wen gave it to us, why are you so angry?" The palace maid who was a little more courageous replied.

Immediately there was a red mark on one side of the cheek, and the palace man covered his face and cried with red eyes.

"You still dare to cry?"

The palace servants timidly hid back, Peony swept the pastry to the ground, and said angrily: "As a servant, don't think about being a master. Don't think that you can turn a sparrow into a phoenix just because of His Majesty's favor."

After Mudan turned and left, several young palace servants picked up the debris and comforted the weeping palace maid.

"She is also a slave, why should she look down on us?"

"Don't talk about it, sister Peony has served His Majesty for a long time, so she will naturally have a little temper."

The little palace man blushed, and said unconvinced: "Who in the whole Yuqing Palace knows that she never lets others serve His Majesty, but His Majesty only dotes on Miss Wen. She must be jealous, so she took it out on us."

"That can't be helped, who told us to enter the palace for a short time, this palace is ranked according to seniority, just bear with it."

"I don't believe that Miss Wen won't be angry after hearing this." Xiao Gongren was wronged and wanted to take revenge back.

Inside the water pavilion, Zhao Yao was holding the soft kitten, holding the scissors in one hand and reminding: "Don't move, your paws really need to be trimmed."

The little milk cat is lying on the low table covered with cloth, its front paws are raised above its head, and its two hind paws are crawling straight. It looks like a fur ball, and it looks very cute.

Zhao Yao stretched out her hands to pinch the soft and elastic front paws, and the pink ball spread slightly, and the little milk cat shrank her head in fear but couldn't retract her poor paws.

There was a crisp sound of clicking, and the little milk cat closed its eyes tightly, only its fluffy ears were trembling slightly.

"Meow." Are you ready?

"Wait a minute." Zhao Yao caressed the fluffy ball with her palm, and she couldn't put it down because of its soft touch.

After the paws were trimmed, the haircut began. The little kitten was strangled by the back of the neck of fate, and did not dare to move at all, for fear that if she was not careful, her face would be disfigured.

When Zhao Yao let go, the little milk cat scurried away from the clutches of the devil, and looked in the mirror at the surface of the water.

Why is the head so round?

"Meow?"

Zhao Yao washed her hands, raised her hand and rubbed her hairball-like head, pinched her soft ears with a smile in her eyes and said, "It's round, very cute."

amount……

You really just want to satisfy your own bad taste, right?

The little milk cat was held reluctantly, and its pink front paws wanted to slap away the hand that took advantage of it, but it was held instead.

"Meow!"

"Don't move, there are still a lot of thin hairs to be dealt with." Zhao Yao pinched her chubby cheeks with her fingertips, and patted her soft body with one hand.

The little milk cat that was carried out of the bath was completely exhausted. Zhao Yao wrapped a small ball in a thin blanket, and let go of her grasping hands only after the hair became fluffy again.

The fluffy ball collapsed into a ball, its little tail wagging non-stop.

"If you can really live forever, what should I do?" Zhao Yao's eyes showed worry, and she pinched her little tail with her fingertips.

The little milk cat turned around in confusion, and jumped onto Zhao Yao's lap with its short legs. The amber eyes were thinking straight, but seeing the eyes were full of loneliness, it called out with some distress: "Meow .”

Wen Ruyan really didn't think about what would happen so long later, biting her clothes, she signaled Zhao Yao to take out the pills.

Zhao Yao knowingly carried the little milk cat inside, took out the medicine bottle from her sleeve pocket, poured the medicine into the palm of her hand and handed it to the little milk cat.

After the little milk cat took the pill, he quickly got into the thin blanket, but in the blink of an eye, a white and tender face was revealed.

Wrapped in a thin quilt, Wen Ruyan leaned closer to answer: "Don't think about it, we are only twenty now, maybe we are just not old yet."

"Then what if I'm old?"

"I'll be old too."

Wen Ruyan stretched out his arm awkwardly from under the quilt to half hug Zhao Yao, and kissed those thin lips to comfort him, "Besides, I'm not a philanderer, you have some confidence in me."

Zhao Yao wrapped her arms around the girl who was wrapped in a thin quilt, looked at her with greedy eyes and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Probably because Zhao Yao was particularly concerned about getting old, and her work and rest time was very regular for the next few days, and she didn't even stay up late.

In early autumn, the weather is getting cooler and cooler, which is the season for people to be lazy and sleepy.

It's just that it's the time of the autumn harvest, and the government affairs of the court are indeed very complicated. Zhao Yao often has time to discuss court affairs with the ministers of the Cabinet of Ministers, and it is often at dusk to be free.

Wen Ruyan didn't want to participate in military secrets, and he didn't want to distract Zhao Yao, so he went back to Yuqing Palace.

The green curtains in the water pavilion were tied up, and the warm sunlight shone into the bamboo couch, making it feel warm.

Just as he was looking at the highlights of the picture book, suddenly a small palace man came in with tea and fruits, his eyes were red and he began to cry.

"You, what's the matter?" Wen Ruyan hurriedly hid the picture album, and looked at the little palace man in a disguised manner.

The little palace man cried with tears in his eyes and said: "Miss Wen, you are the master of your servant."

Wen Ruyan thought that Mudan was mainly in charge of the Yuqing Palace, and she didn't care about affairs on weekdays.He could only say: "If you have been wronged, let Peony do justice to you."

"But it was Sister Mudan who bullied people this time." The little palace man was crying pale, and pulled Wen Ruyan's clothes with red eyes. And cursed Miss Wen many times."

"What did she curse me for?" Miss Wen thought about it several times, but she never remembered that she had any disputes with Mudan.

On weekdays, Peony only served Zhao Yao, she looked a little cold, but she didn't deliberately find fault.

The little palace man lowered his head, hid his face and wiped away his tears: "It's wishful thinking to say that Miss Wen has turned from a sparrow into a phoenix, and that you want to be the master of Yuqing Palace."

These words made Wen Ruyan a little bit unbelievable, after all, Mudan seemed to have a very strict mouth, so she shouldn't say such things openly.

Unable to see the expected reaction, the little palace man had no choice but to say again: "And every time you are alone in Yuqing Palace, Sister Peony will only let the palace man give you inferior tea."

In fact, Wen Ruyan hadn't really tasted tea before, he just thought it was boiled water to quench his thirst.

"Okay, I know these things, I'll think about the details."

The little palace man was stunned with red eyes, and only told Miss Wen to be careful of Peony before leaving the waterside pavilion.

In the evening, when Zhao Yao returned to Yuqing Palace, Wen Ruyan asked the palace staff to prepare dinner.

I saw that Peony followed closely beside her, serving Zhao Yao's clothes very attentively, and even smoothing out the wrinkles of her clothes carefully.

This kind of meticulousness is really unmatched by ordinary palace people, Wen Ruyan thought about it seriously, and found an incredible thing.

It seems that Peony only serves Zhao Yao, and has never talked with herself alone.

Zhao Yao changed out of her dragon robe and wore a bright yellow uniform, took off the gold eye gauze with her fingers, leaned towards Wen Ruyan who was looking at her hairband, and said with a smile in her eyes: "What's wrong with you today? "

Peony took the gold veil and put it in front of the dressing table, then exited the inner hall with dark eyes.

Wen Ruyan sat in front of the table full of dishes and waved: "Come on, the soup should be cold."

"I thought you were missing me, but I didn't think you were only thinking about Tang." Zhao Yao sat on one side, hooked Wen Ruyan's little finger with her fingertips, her eyes were full of sorrow.

"It's only been half a day, how can you think about it so quickly?"

Wen Ruyan said awkwardly, and handed the small soup bowl to Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao held the soup spoon in her hand and took a sip, her eyes fixed on Ying: "I miss you very much."

This affectionate look in Wen Ruyan's eyes really made Wen Ruyan completely helpless, so he could only look away strategically, and pretended to ask calmly: "The palace man just now is about the same age as us. It's Mammy, why did you choose her to be in charge?"

"Peony was working in Chaotian Palace earlier, and her ability is very good, so she was transferred to Yuqing Palace."

The people around the Supreme Emperor, Zhao Yao, were almost useless, even people with Su Qing's ability were excluded, why did this palace official agree?

There can be no tricks in it, it seems that Zhao Yao is hiding something.

Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan with gentle eyes, raised her hand to brush away the thin hair on the side of her face and said, "Why are you suddenly curious about Peony?"

"This afternoon, a little palace official cried to me that Peony bullied her, so I asked."

"Peony has always been considerate in handling affairs, and that little palace man might have ulterior motives." Zhao Yao frowned slightly, and even a small palace man approached Wen Ruyan and filed a complaint in private. It seems that Yuqing Palace should be rectified.

It was rare for Wen Ruyan to see Zhao Yao being so partial to a person, and this person was not herself, so her limbs became inexplicably stiff for a while.

You must have thought about it yourself.

Zhao Yao has never been able to trust her temperament easily, not to mention that the situation in the palace is extremely complicated, and people's hearts are even more sinister.

Wen Ruyan, who was rarely entangled, suddenly felt that thinking about it might be complicated.

After the two finished their meal, Wen Ruyan came out of the shower, Zhao Yao was still reviewing the memorial at the desk, and Mudan was refilling tea on the side.

It was rare to see Peony still in the inner hall so late, Wen Ruyan wanted to lie on the bed at first, but awkwardly picked up the book and sat on the low couch beside her.

There are always so many memorials at the end of the year, it is difficult for Zhao Yao not to stay up all night, Wen Ruyan flipped through the scriptures in his hand and peeked at Peony who was studying ink.

This peony really seemed to pretend that she didn't see herself.

"You order people to send these to the states and counties in a hurry overnight." Zhao Yao closed the memorial for review and explained to Mudan.

"Yes." Peony came out of the inner hall holding a large number of memorials.

Going back and forth like this, Peony did not show any displeasure, but was extremely obedient.

It was probably because Wen Ruyan's gaze was too obvious, Mudan tilted her head for a glance, and then moved away again.

This glance made Wen Ruyan a little puzzled.

What is she proud of?

The more Wen Ruyan thought about it, the more bored she became, so she got up and went back to the bed.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that Peony's look seems to be provoking me.

He fell asleep in a daze, and when it dawned one night, it was already a little bright outside the window, Wen Ruyan stretched out his hand to his side, and suddenly regained consciousness.

Zhao Yao is not here?

Wen Ruyan got down from the bed, leaped over the screen and saw Mudan was fixing Zhao Yao's hair and changing clothes, her movements were extremely smooth and skilful, no wonder Zhao Yao felt that she was capable of handling things.

The two left Yuqing Palace on a phoenix chariot, Wen Ruyan looked through the curtain at Mudan who was waiting respectfully outside, and became more and more suspicious of the conjecture in his heart.

After a period of time like this, it is rare for Zhao Yao to have free time to rest in the afternoon.

Wen Ruyan read several medical books, and wanted to pinch Zhao Yao's acupuncture points to soothe her tiredness. She tried a little harder, but Zhao Yao suddenly cried out in pain.

Wen Ruyan, who hadn't had time to react, was stopped by Mudan.

"Your Majesty, with a body of ten thousand gold, how can you be so rude, what if the force is too serious and hurts?"

Mudan said worriedly, "The servant will also touch the acupoints, if you don't dislike it, why don't your majesty let the servant try?"

"No need." Zhao Yao covered her shoulders and said, "She's just playing around."

"Yes." Seeing this, Peony stopped making a sound and silently exited the inner hall.

"Why are you silent?" Zhao Yao reached for the hand beside her, but was dodged.

Wen Ruyan carefully checked Zhao Yao's stamina, but fortunately, it was only a little red, not bruised.

Zhao Yao looked at the lazily lying person on the low couch, and approached him puzzledly and asked, "Don't you press it?"

"Ah."

"But didn't you just say that you have to follow the full set to be effective?"

"I'm not good at pressing, let Peony do it for you."

Such words are not like her usual tone, Zhao Yao is really a little confused.

Could it be that she is jealous?

But she always thought simple, Zhao Yao guessed wrong every time, so this time she doubted her guess.

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