A kitten dressed as an empress

Zhao Yao approached a little closer, raised her hand to lightly embrace the person beside her, leaned her cheek against the side of her face very affectionately and responded: "How can Peony compare to you?"

"Don't try to coax me with nice words." Wen Ruyan still turned her back to her.

"Then you really won't press it for me?" Zhao Yao looked at the person who closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, and felt a little helpless as she pressed her soft earlobe lightly with her fingertips, and said in a low voice: "These days are busy with government affairs, if you are left out in the cold, I will compensate you, okay?"

"I won't be able to afford the compensation if I press it badly." Having said that, Wen Ruyan still opened his eyes.

Zhao Yao looked at her with a smile in her eyes, and with her fingertips, she pulled her thin hair from the side of her face behind her ears and said with a smile: "You don't need to pay."

Wen Ruyan couldn't bear the scorching gaze, so she had to look away and ask, "What are you laughing at?"

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Yao leaned over and pecked her soft lips lightly, and pulled a little distance away and said, "Are you jealous?"

"I, no!" Wen Ruyan didn't want to be laughed at by Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao was lying on one side, clasped her soft hand between her fingers and played with it: "You really don't care?"

"What do I care about?"

"Okay." Zhao Yao looked at the person whose back was silent and couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

In late autumn, the autumn wind was very cool, Wen Ruyan held tea to warm his hands, while Zhao Yao practiced archery on horseback.

Xie Min's skill is so good that he can almost shoot every shot, and the women accompanying him are also some masters.

The high seat has a wide field of vision and can see the situation clearly. Perhaps it is not difficult for them to shoot fixedly, so they replaced the infantry or cavalry with the target on their backs and quickly evaded.

The arrows are not sharp and the arrows are just stained with paint, but the human head is still extremely fragile, even if the soldiers wear helmets, it is inevitable that they will make mistakes.

Therefore, Wen Ruyan was rather startled. Fortunately, most of the personnel of the Punishment Division were highly skilled and did not hurt the soldiers, but the score was still behind Zhao Yao and Xie Min.

The score between the two was very close. Seeing that the stick of incense was about to burn out, Wen Ruyan reckoned that Zhao Yao was about to lose.

Xie Min pointed an arrow at a soldier, and glanced at the incense that was about to burn out. Before he could shoot it, he saw the soldier was hit by the arrow and fell down as if he had been knocked into the distance.

This distance is not comparable to the strength of ordinary people. I saw the empress in the distance turned to look for the next target with a serious expression.

The fallen soldier vomited blood and couldn't move at all, obviously seriously injured.

In the Southern Kingdom, it was only said that the Empress was weak and had been seriously ill for half a year since she first ascended the throne, but they did not know that the Empress might be born with strength far superior to ordinary people, and that she wore a gold veil all the year round, and was rumored by courtiers to have damaged face or eye diseases.

Xie Min grasped the reins tightly, turned around, and quickly chased down the soldiers, thinking that the empress is really a master at fooling the courtiers.

When the gongs and drums sounded, Zhao Yao had already won by one point.

When she was about to dismount, Mudan hurriedly stepped forward to hand the handkerchief, Zhao Yao took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her cheeks and said appreciatively, "Your archery skills are very good."

"Your Majesty, I'm honored." Xie Min watched as two soldiers took over the longbow from the Empress's hand, "I only know your Majesty's bravery in today's contest, which is beyond the reach of my humble minister."

Zhao Yao handed the handkerchief to Mudan, stepped forward and said, "You are a master of the rivers and lakes, so you must be merciful. I know myself."

Xie Min respectfully stood on one side and responded: "Your Majesty is too self-effacing, I have tried my best today."

People who are neither humble nor overbearing and can stay awake are rare, especially women are even rarer. Zhao Yao rewarded gold and made people quit.

Wen Ruyan on the high seat saw Zhao Yao knocking down the soldiers with one arrow, he couldn't help being surprised.

Zhao Yao's strength was different from ordinary people, the soldier fell to the ground and didn't get up again, and was carried away in the end, one can imagine how serious the injury was.

The two dined in the high seat, the bamboo curtain swayed slightly by the autumn wind, and Peony was pouring tea and water.

"You enjoyed watching." Zhao Yao didn't want to lose face in front of her, so she was naturally more focused than usual.

Wen Ruyan held a small bowl of hot soup and replied, "I think it's better to hold this kind of competition less often, because it's easy to accidentally injure soldiers."

Not being recognized, Zhao Yao was a little disappointed, and stretched out her hand to signal Peony to back down before saying: "You were quite interested when you came, why are you suddenly unhappy?"

"Are you really just trying to compete with Xie Min?"

I have seen Zhao Yao's archery practice on weekdays, but she has never practiced it as hard as today. This is obviously because she is afraid of losing face to her courtiers in front of her.

Zhao Yao saw that her thoughts were seen by others, and asked a little awkwardly: "I won against Xie Min, are you not happy?"

Seeing that Zhao Yao didn't take what he said seriously, Wen Ruyan responded sullenly, "She's a courtier, how could she dare to win against you?"

"You don't believe that I can win?" Zhao Yao felt sullen in her heart when she heard the meaningless words.

"I didn't say that you can't win, but I just think that the game is to learn skills, don't you think it's a little bit of putting the cart before the horse?"

Zhao Yao replied in a deep voice: "The winner and the loser are the laws of the world."

After saying this, Wen Ruyan obviously felt that Zhao Yao's mood was not right, so she knew she was upset, so she didn't say anything.

The lunch was hastily dealt with, the two of them were probably out of anger, and there was a bit of a cold war.

In the night of early winter, a heavy snowfall came quietly, and at the end of the year, the court affairs were particularly busy, so the two had little time to talk.

Peony often waits by His Majesty's side, so she can naturally perceive something unusual, especially seeing that the Empress has been a little cold towards Miss Wen recently, and she is secretly happy in her heart.

His Majesty took great pains to win Minister Xie that day, but Miss Wen's words were like cold water extinguishing His Majesty's interest, obviously she was short-sighted.

The palace people in Yuqing Palace are quite peaceful because of the repair of peony.

A small palace man was holding a broom to sweep the snow in the courtyard. Wen Ruyan was free to sort out the script books that he piled up in his daily life. Unexpectedly, there were hundreds of them. He was looking for someone to help.

"Miss Wen, what do you want to tell your servant?" The little palace man looked at no more than 12 years old, his cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his eyes were full of timidity and stood aside.

"There are too many books in the main hall, please help me move some to the side hall."

"Yes." The little palace man saluted very timidly, and walked over slowly, when he stretched out his hands and was about to move the book, he was grabbed.

Wen Ruyan saw the red frostbite on the little palace man's hand, some of which were still cracked and exposed flesh, so he hurriedly stopped her from speaking: "Your hand is almost rotten."

Xiao Gongren thought it was being bothered, so he responded normally: "It's too cold today."

"Don't move, I'll apply the medicine for you." Wen Ruyan took out the medicine from the medicine box, touched the medicine with his fingertips, and gently applied it on his red and swollen hands. Most of the ointment was used on one hand, while the other The palace man with small hands hid them in the wide sleeves and refused to stretch them out.

Xiao Gongren watched motionlessly, blushing hesitatingly replied: "When winter is over, spring will recover on its own."

Wen Ruyan couldn't let the child let him go, so he stretched out his hand to hold the right arm and said, "Let me see it?"

Perhaps because of fear, the little palace man hesitated for a while before stretching out his hand. The other hand was also red and swollen, the only difference was that it was missing a small finger, which made Wen Ruyan gasp.

Probably at some point, a thick scar has formed, but the shape of the wound is a little too regular, making Wen Ruyan a little confused: "How did you get hurt?"

The little palace man seemed to be accustomed to responding: "The old lady in the laundry room used to punish me."

"What did you do wrong?" Wen Ruyan couldn't help trembling with the ointment on his hands.

"It's too cold in winter, and I didn't wash a piece of clothing, so I was punished."

Wen Ruyan looked in disbelief at the little palace man with a particularly calm expression and asked, "Do all the palace people punish you so severely in private?"

The little palace maid blinked brightly, curled her hands slightly, and explained very seriously, "The palace staff is divided into fourth-class palace servants, and the old lady is a first-class palace servant who can punish the rest of the third-class palace servants at will. Everyone punishes low-level palace officials like this, as long as they don't die, the in-law's father-in-law won't care about it."

In the past, I only saw a sentence in the book that the feudal society was strictly hierarchical, and it was not a ten thousandth cruelty as what I saw with my own eyes.

The class division of the emperor and ministers in the court is very clear, and even the people in the harem are also divided into levels.

Layer upon layer of oppression, layer upon layer of revenge, in the end only the low-level palace people were tortured. It is precisely because of this that everyone in the palace wants to climb up, and those who have been hurt before will hurt others even more. Form a sick biological chain.

The whole bottle of ointment was used up, and Xiao Gongren's hands barely finished applying it. Wen Ruyan wrapped gauze around her and asked her to stretch her fingers obediently and put them on the charcoal basin to warm up.

"Miss Wen, this servant still has a lot of work to do." The little palace man looked at Wen Ruyan anxiously, his eyes still full of fear.

Wen Ruyan packed the medicine box and asked, "Do you want to stay by my side and do things?"

The little palace man looked at him in disbelief, nodded slowly and asked, "Can I be a slave?"

"Of course." Wen Ruyan sorted out the books to ease her mood, "You are still young, I can still teach you how to read and write."

"En." Xiao Gongren looked at the warm charcoal basin, thinking that it is really warm inside.

At noon, Peony invited the palace servants to prepare lunch, only to see that there was a young palace servant missing, and she frowned slightly: "Where did Xia Xiang go?"

The palace people looked at each other, and only one palace person said: "I went to clear the snow in the courtyard this morning, but I can't see anyone now, maybe I'm lazy in some corner."

Mudan held the roster in her hand, her face was already ugly, so she asked the palace servants to arrest people in Yuqing Palace.

After searching all over the Yuqing Palace and finding no one there, Mudan became even more furious: "If you catch the little girl and send her directly to the West Alley to do the most lowly work."

"Sister Peony, did Xia Xiang enter the main hall?"

Yuqing Palace didn't have Mudan's order, and the second-class palace people dared not enter without authorization, so the fourth-class junior palace people must have suffered some crimes.

Wen Ruyan put hundreds of storybooks neatly into the box, and seeing the little palace man standing aside restrainedly, he said, "If you really can't take it easy, take a feather duster and sweep the dust well."

"Ah."

The little palace staff stood on tiptoe and diligently cleaned in the main hall. Wen Ruyan finally finished tidying up, took a sip of tea and asked, "I don't know your name yet?"

"The servant calls Xia Xiang."

"Going to the countryside?" Wen Ruyan almost choked on the tea and hurriedly swallowed it.

When Peony entered, she saw the little palace maid who was cleaning the main hall, her eyes were burning with anger, she stretched out her hand but grabbed the little palace maid by the collar and scolded: "What are you, who dared to enter the main hall without authorization?" ?”

When Wen Ruyan came out of the inner hall with a clear bang, he saw a clear fingerprint on the side of Xiao Gongren's cheek, and the whole person was held by Peony and fell to the side.

Wen Ruyan watched the little palace man fall to the ground in pain, raised his hand to hold Mudan's raised arm again and said, "Isn't the courage I gave her enough?"

Mudan broke free from the grasped hand, looked at the provocative person with a cold face and said: "Miss Wen, Your Majesty personally appointed Mudan as the head of Yuqing Palace. Don't interfere."

"You are in charge of Yuqing Palace, but who gave you the courage to provoke me?" Wen Ruyan never understood why Peony was so jealous of herself.

"Miss Wen, you provoke things first, but Mudan is not provocative."

"Then why did you prepare inferior tea for me alone?"

Peony looked at it with twinkling eyes, but didn't make a sound but looked viciously at the little palace man behind her, "This little thing is outspoken, he is clearly lying and complaining, is it possible that Miss Wen would rather trust a fourth-class palace man? "

Wen Ruyan didn't intend to argue with this cunning Peony, but only spoke out: "From today on, Xia Xiang will be my personal palace servant. Anyone in Yuqing Palace who dares to underestimate her will underestimate me."

"You..." Peony held her palm slightly, and looked at her with sly eyes, "Miss Wen, have you reported this matter to His Majesty?"

"This is my business. You, a palace man, are not qualified to take care of it."

Mudan's face changed suddenly when she heard that, being poked and looked down upon like this, she looked at it with hatred in her heart, and replied forbearance: "Okay."

The palace people watching the bustle outside covered their faces and snickered, and Mudan slapped the palace people beside her angrily, "Who dares to laugh again, I'm afraid I don't want my legs."

The palace people kept silent, Mudan arranged the palace people to prepare lunch with a cold face, and went to the hall alone.

Wen Ruyan looked at Xiao Gongren's rapidly swollen cheeks and said, "If someone hits you, if you can't beat it, you have to hide, you know?"

The little palace man nodded blankly, and replied hesitantly: "If you hide, you will be beaten even worse."

"If you don't hide, everyone will think you are easy to bully. Will they let you go then?"

"I don't know." The little palace man lowered his head and didn't make another sound, because everyone in the palace said that if he endured it, he would be fine, but Miss Wen didn't seem to like to hear it.

Wen Ruyan was afraid of scaring the little palace man, so he just searched for medicine from the medicine box and reapplied the little palace man.

When Zhao Yao came out of the hall, it was snowing outside, and Mudan waited respectfully aside with an umbrella in her hand.

Because of the snow, the chariot was not easy to drive, so they had to walk.

Zhao Yao held the hand warmer in her hand, remembering that she hadn't been able to laugh with Wen Ruyan in recent days, her heart sank a little and she asked, "What is she doing in the palace today?"

"Return to Your Majesty, Miss Wen mostly rests in the main hall today, and didn't go anywhere else." Mudan said again hesitantly, "But Miss Wen saw a clever little palace lady today, and said she wanted to keep it as a personal palace people."

"The palace servants in Yuqing Palace are at her command, what more personal palace servants do you need?" Zhao Yao was extremely sensitive to the word "fancy" and frowned slightly.

Peony looked at her with a low eyebrow and responded: "It's probably because the little palace man is obedient and obedient."

Zhao Yao frowned tightly and didn't make a sound, just quickened her walking pace.

After returning to Yuqing Palace, Zhao Yao entered the main hall, and heard laughter before seeing anyone, only heard that Wen Ruyan was talking to the small palace people, with a smile on his face.

"Your Majesty." The little palace man came to his senses first, and quickly knelt down to salute.

Wen Ruyan closed the joke book in his hand, and was about to speak out, but unexpectedly, Mudan led the palace servants to prepare the dishes, so he didn't open his mouth.

When the tablecloth was covered with dishes, Zhao Yao looked at the palace servants on one side very seriously, then turned her eyes to Wen Ruyan and said, "What are you planning to do by recruiting the new palace servants?"

Peony's hand, which was holding the soup, hesitated slightly. Seeing this little movement, Wen Ruyan guessed that she must have filed a complaint.

"Your Majesty is really well informed. I'm looking for a small palace man just to make it easier to order." Wen Ruyan was concerned about the presence of outsiders, and gave Zhao Yao a lot of face.

However, Zhao Yao's Majesty sounded very harsh in Zhao Yao's ears, as if Wen Ruyan lowered his posture and called himself His Majesty in order to get a court man.

"You step back." Zhao Yao said in a serious voice.

Peony replied in a low voice: "Yes."

The little palace man followed suit and quietly retreated.

There were only two people left in the inner hall, Zhao Yao tried her best to calm down and said, "The palace servants of Yuqing Palace are at your command, so you don't need this little palace servant."

"Why?" Even though the two had been together for many years, Wen Ruyan still knew that Zhao Yao regarded herself as a master in her bones. This was the confidence she should have as an emperor, and Wen Ruyan would not try to find fun with her on weekdays.

It's just that when seeing her words and deeds when she disregarded human life, Wen Ruyan seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to swallow but also unable to ignore it.

Zhao Yao stretched out her hand to straighten her robe and said, "The bedroom doesn't need too many servants, if you want someone, Peony can also be ordered by you."

This is not an explanation, but an instruction, which leaves no room for anyone.

Wen Ruyan took a sip of tea and said, "Peony is your confidant, and you asked her to come to spy on me."

Zhao Yao raised her brows lightly, looked at the person who refused to give in, and responded, "Do you not believe me?"

"I just met this little palace man this morning, but you will know the details as soon as you come back, isn't it Peony's informant?"

"As the head of Yuqing Palace, Peony has the duty to report the affairs of the palace. What's wrong?"

Wen Ruyan was really furious with this look that should be taken for granted.

Seeing her answering, Zhao Yao thought she knew she was wrong, so she said calmly: "The little palace man is too young to take care of things at all. If you really want the palace man to order me around, I will ask Mudan to pick a few who are worthy." The capable palace servants are at your disposal."

"No need." Wen Ruyan put down the teacup, reached out to pick up the wooden chopsticks to pick up the sliced ​​meat, and said in a muffled voice, "Anyway, I want to order the little palace, I don't want anyone else."

"You..." Zhao Yao looked angrily at the person who was eating sullenly, but she couldn't take a bite.

Seeing Zhao Yao's cold face, as if someone else owed her money, Wen Ruyan could only give her some cloth and said, "Xia Xiang is just a small palace servant, why are you targeting her?"

Zhao Yao responded seriously: "Why am I targeting her?"

"If you're not targeting her, why aren't you allowed to keep her around?"

Zhao Yao was only a little displeased with Mudan's words, it can be seen that she was protecting the little palace so much, so she didn't want her to get close to others from the bottom of her heart.

Wen Ruyan didn't hear Zhao Yao's words, picked up the teacup left aside and handed it over, "Look, this is the tea that Peony prepared for me."

Zhao Yao took it in puzzlement and opened it to have a look. She frowned slightly and smelled a musty smell, obviously the tea leaves were damp.

Ever since the little palace man made the whistleblower, Wen Ruyan had put some thought into it, never thinking that not only the inferior tea would appear, but also the tea leaves would be used badly.

Zhao Yao called out Peony and asked, "How do you manage things?"

Mudan didn't expect to receive a cup of bad tea, and immediately kowtowed in fright: "Your Majesty, calm down, it may be that some inactive palace servant improperly kept the tea and the bad tea appeared these days. This servant will definitely punish the lazy palace servant severely."

"You go to the inner division to get [-] boards now. If there is another time, you will be punished by death."

Zhao Yao knew that Mudan was very safe in her daily affairs, and this time she just took it as an occasional mistake, so she spared her life.

"Yes."

When Mudan exited the inner palace, Zhao Yao knew that there would be no other reason for this, so she could only take a step back and calmly said: "This is my negligence, if you want to keep the little palace man, just keep it."

Wen Ruyan didn't want to embarrass Zhao Yao, so he took advantage of the situation.

In winter, when it snows heavily, there will be a heavy snowstorm. It is rare for court officials to take vacations at the end of the year, so Zhao Yao can rest for a few days.

"You write really well." Wen Ruyan boasted as he looked at the words written by Xiao Gongren.

The little palace man blushed slightly, lowered his head and wrote slowly: "Miss Wen taught you well."

Wen Ruyan's handwriting can only be mastered after some years, unlike this little palace man who is concentrating on his work, he has written very well in the past two months.

"I can't eat these pastries either. You should eat more when you're tall." After questioning, Wen Ruyan found out that the people in Xiaogong are actually fourteen, and may look very thin because of malnutrition.

The little palace man nodded obediently with the pastry in his mouth, but he didn't put down the pen in his hand.

This little palace man is usually diligent in doing things and can read quickly, but he is timid, so he dares to eat some if he asks her to eat.

Wen Ruyan asked the little palace servants to stay in the outer hall compartment, and turned to walk into the inner hall, and saw Zhao Yao sitting by the window holding a book, her skin was shining brightly against the backdrop of a vermilion dress, and her eyebrows and eyes were shining brightly. But more heroic.

When I first met Zhao Yao, she seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, at least two heads taller than Xiao Gongren.

Even if a lazy person seems to be half lying down, there is nowhere to put the long legs hidden in the skirt, Zhao Yao's whole body is shining, like a piece of transparent white jade, obviously silent, but also very easy to attract attention.

The snow was falling from the half-open window, Wen Ruyan approached the person who was sitting on the low couch, looked at the man with a cold face who refused to speak, stretched out his hands to straighten the folds of the skirt, and did not make a sound.

Zhao Yao said first, "Are you willing to talk to me?"

The word "reason" is so childish that Wen Ruyan couldn't help laughing out loud. He approached with his probe, pecked Zhao Yao's slightly cool thin lips and asked, "Which day did I ignore you?"

"I see that you are fully focused on that little palace man." Zhao Yao did not avoid, but only looked at the smiling man coldly.

"I spend half an hour a day teaching the little palace people how to read. You spend most of your weekdays dealing with court affairs. Didn't I say you neglected me?"

Zhao Yao wrapped her arms around the person in front of her, and bit her slightly hard, causing a soft sigh.

Wen Ruyan sighed in pain and said, "Are you a dog?"

Wen Ruyan didn't get a response, so Wen Ruyan stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck, sat on one side and pulled the quilt to cover it, leaning against Zhao Yao and muttering, "Shall we go out to play together during the Lantern Festival this year?"

"No." Zhao Yao answered coldly while flipping through the book.

"Aren't you going?"

Ever since this person allowed the little palace man to be his personal palace man last time, he has always kept a cold face, and Wen Ruyan tried to coax him patiently several times to no avail.

Wen Ruyan sighed, and held a small hammer in one hand to knock on the walnuts, picked out the walnut meat and put it in a small plate, handed the full plate of walnut meat to Zhao Yao and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yao refused to speak, so Wen Ruyan said, "Since you don't want to eat it, then I will let the little palace eat it."

"Do you dare?" Zhao Yao reached out to take the small plate away, and looked at Wen Ruyan with eyes full of sorrow.

Just now when Wen Ruyan said that he lost time with her because of government affairs, Zhao Yao thought of that little palace maid.

Thinking that Wen Ruyan would often be alone with the Xiaogong people, Zhao Yao was very disturbed.

Wen Ruyan took the walnut meat from the plate and handed it to Zhao Yao's mouth, coaxing: "Don't worry, these are only for you."

Zhao Yao's face softened a lot, she raised her hand to pinch her tender earlobe and said, "I don't like that little palace lady."

"I know." Wen Ruyan held Zhao Yao's slightly cool hand, and naughty approached and kissed the corner of her lips, her eyes brightened, "That's why I didn't let Xia Xiang call my sister, just because I was afraid that you would think too much of it." .”

"You still want her to be your sister?" Zhao Yao looked at her with a slight frown.

Wen Ruyan half relied on Zhao Yaoying: "You can recognize your sister-in-law, why can't I?"

"Xie Min is just an expedient measure for the court, but you don't need to recognize your sister at all."

"Why am I unnecessary?" Wen Ruyan poked Zhao Yao's cheek with his fingertips, "If you think I'm unnecessary, then I'm unnecessary, so if you think I deserve to die, don't I want to die?"

"You are messing around, how can I let you die?"

"How is that impossible?" Wen Ruyan could clearly feel Zhao Yao's indifference to everyone at times. The officials in the court played with them and applauded them, and the rich and powerful families ransacked their homes and exterminated their clans. If it wasn't because of her liking, then he would have been dead to the point of arguing with her for several times.

Zhao Yao looked at Ying in bewilderment: "If you don't betray, I will never hurt you."

Wen Ruyan lowered his head and took a bite back in retaliation. After hearing a soft sigh, he relieved and said angrily, "We are completely different in terms of way of thinking, habits and hobbies. We must have been blinded by love back then. That’s why I promised to be with you.”

"I don't understand what you're saying." Zhao Yao stretched her arms around her uneasily, "But a promise is a promise, and you are not allowed to go back on your word."

"Repent?" Wen Ruyan stared at those ink-like eyes full of anxiety, snorted softly and pinched his nose with his fingertips, "I think you are buying and selling by force."

Zhao Yao held the hand with the tip of her nose in her palm, pressed her thin lips against her palm and pecked lightly a few times before saying, "What difference does it make between you and me, whoever buys and who sells?"

"There's a huge difference."

Wen Ruyan only felt a little itchy in his palm, and clumsily withdrew his hand, but his heart hadn't recovered yet.

Even though she knew that Zhao Yao might be extremely cold in nature, the occasional tenderness made Wen Ruyan feel her heart beating faster.

Alas, suddenly there is an ominous feeling of being planted in a pit.

"I haven't heard you call me A Yao for a long time." Zhao Yao whispered in his ear.

Wen Ruyan stretched out his hands to cover his ears and replied, "Don't you like it?"

Zhao Yao poked her palm into the quilt, looked at the red-cheeked person with gentle eyes, leaned over and looked down: "I like you to call me when you are emotional."

"Hmph." Wen Ruyan stretched out his hand to hold it down, clasping that warm hand between his fingers, "Can you still talk properly?"

"I liked your reaction last night." Zhao Yao lightly pecked her soft lips, and gently pulled out the slender belt between her fingers.

The clothes were half open, revealing a touch of whiteness. Although the inner hall was extremely warm, Wen Ruyan couldn't help shivering when he touched the cold air.

Wen Ruyan pressed the gap between the quilts and said, "Stop making trouble, it's very cold."

Zhao Yao watched with a smile on the corner of her lips as her eyes lit up and murmured in a low voice, "It will heat up soon."

shameless!

Wen Ruyan didn't even have time to refute the person who suddenly stuck into the quilt, so he had to cover his mouth with his hand.

The charcoal basin next to the low couch creaked from time to time, as if cooperating to cover up the small whispers.

"Ayao, don't..."

The outside of the window changed from white to dark, and when the inner hall was completely dark, a soft hum that seemed to relieve the pain sounded, and everything returned to silence.

Zhao Yao poked out from under the quilt and saw that the hair on her cheek was soaked with sweat, she gently wiped it with her fingertips.

But the man was so tired that he didn't resist at all, and only said in a hoarse voice: "I'm really going to die."

Such a obedient and obedient appearance made Zhao Yao feel relieved.

Every time she argues with her, Zhao Yao can always see the obvious resistance in her eyes, which always makes Zhao Yao a little jealous, if money, fame and fortune can't be kept, then what can I do to let her stay?

Moreover, after each dispute, it was difficult for a long time to restore such an intimate relationship with her, which made Zhao Yao feel uneasy even more.

I'm afraid she hates herself and is no longer with herself.

"Hey, you're still alive and well." Zhao Yao replied softly, pecking her forehead.

Wen Ruyan really admired Zhao Yao's physical strength, and during this short annual leave, she had to pester her almost every day.

Even if this is a young man, he can't help tossing, the dark circles under his eyes have come out within a few days.

So Wen Ruyan, who refused to take medicine, chose to be a cat to save his life.

As New Year's Eve approached, the palace dressed up very festively. Because of being punished, Mudan rested for half a month before leaving the room with a cane.

The palace people knew that Peony was in a bad mood after being punished, so they all stayed away.

The little milk cat curled up and fell asleep, its little tail was still hugged in its arms and refused to let go.

Holding the soft ball in her arms, Zhao Yao walked to the low couch by the window, and lightly squeezed her small ears with her fingertips.

Xu Shi was disturbed in his deep sleep, the little milk cat shook its ears in dissatisfaction, spread its pink and tender front paws to explore, with extremely little force.

When Mudan came in to prepare tea, she was a little surprised to find that she hadn't seen Miss Wen for several days.

When the warm winter sun shone into the house, the slumped little milk cat slowly opened its eyes and saw itself being placed on its lap.

Zhao Yao cupped her head in her palm and said, "If you don't wake up again, I'll think you're going to hibernate."

The little milk cat lay on its back, revealing its fluffy buttocks, stretched its four pink paws, and responded softly, "Meow..."

"You always seem to be sleepy lately?" Zhao Yao caressed her soft buttocks with her palm, she was still very satisfied with this small heater.

It's just that the little milk cat hugged Zhao Yao's hand very defensively, poked its head close and nibbled Zhao Yao's hand lightly, as if it was tickling.

In order not to hide, Zhao Yao just carefully hugged the little milk cat and placed it on the low table, saying: "This porridge and rice have been reheated three times, if you don't eat it, it will be cold again later."

Probably heard that it was eaten, the little milk cat no longer gnawed with its arms folded, but buried its head in eating the porridge.

When the little palace people came in to change the charcoal fire, they saw the little milk cat was eating porridge and rice, but Miss Wen was not there.

Zhao Yao glanced at the little palace maid who was looking around, and when she was about to speak out, she was clapped by soft little paws.

Seeing the little milk cat eating porridge and turning into a little cat, Zhao Yao carefully wiped the porridge and rice around her mouth with a handkerchief.

When the little palace man took the porridge bowl away, Zhao Yao pinched her chubby cheek with her fingertips and said, "What do you really want?"

The little milk cat was wrapped in the quilt, and only its furry head was exposed in Zhao Yao's palm, as if it didn't understand human words, it held the fur ball and played by itself.

Zhao Yao combed her hair with her fingertips and said, "Once a day, aren't you happy?"

"Meow." The little milk cat held the fur ball in its two front paws and looked at Zhao Yao suspiciously.

Wen Ruyan originally thought that Zhao Yao should control it, but who knows what she said once a day, the time limit is not limited, and what's even more treacherous is that the second half is divided.

In a word, I really believed her evil.

"Once every two days?" Zhao Yao tentatively asked while pressing her soft front paws with her fingertips.

I saw that the erect little ears did not move, and the little milk cat withdrew its paws from under Zhao Yao's fingertips, only wanting to play with the fur ball.

Zhao Yao had no choice but to resolutely say: "Three days, really cannot be less."

The little milk cat froze and poked his head straight to see how plausible this statement was.

Because the height difference between one person and one cat was too large, the little milk cat stood up tremblingly with only its hind legs after eating porridge.

"Meow!" A deal.

Zhao Yao wanted to reach out and hug the standing kitty, for fear that she would fall backwards if she became unsteady.

Unexpectedly, the little milk cat slipped out from under his arms before he could hold her.

Seeing that she cared so much, Zhao Yao couldn't help but pursed her thin lips, stared blankly at the little milk cat huddled in the corner, and said helplessly, "Do you have to be so guarded against me?"

"Meow." This is a sugar-coated bomb, Wen Ruyan said that she has been fooled too many times in the past, and she must not fall into it easily.

The weather on New Year's Eve was also rare. Although it was cold, there was still a ray of sunshine.

Wen Ruyan, who had never made dumplings before, gave Zhao Yao the first result to taste.

Zhao Yao tasted it very much to save face, put down the wooden chopsticks with a stiff face, and quickly picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"How about it?"

"good to eat."

amount……

Can this acting be more exaggerated?

Wen Ruyan was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear to watch it, so she tasted it herself, and it was the first time she knew what bitter and salty was.

It's really bitter and salty, and it's unpalatable.

At the New Year's Eve dinner, Wen Ruyan was afraid that Zhao Yao would get drunk again like last year, so she accompanied her to attend.

The officials brought their families to the banquet. Because of the excellent harvest this year and the arrest of several batches of officials by the Punishment Department, the corruption is not as blatant as before, and the treasury is still sufficient for the time being.

The banquet kept singing and dancing, and it didn't end until late at night when the fireworks were everywhere.

Wen Ruyan originally wanted to try fruit wine, but Zhao Yao refused, so he had to eat something else.

When the two returned to Yuqing Palace, it was already late at night, Zhao Yao drank a little too much, and let Wen Ruyan change clothes and scrub.

"Wen Ruyan..."

"Huh?" Wen Ruyan answered while twisting the kerchief to wipe her cheeks.

Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan with a slightly drunken look, perhaps her palms were burning because of drinking, she tightly held the hand next to her forehead and called: "Do you like me?"

"like."

"Really?"

Wen Ruyan really answered this question more than once, from changing clothes to scrubbing to finally lying down, Zhao Yao was still asking again and again.

Wen Ruyan responded over and over again according to the gaps in the bedding: "Really."

"You lied." Zhao Yao held Wen Ruyan's hand, pulled the distance between them closer, and murmured while looking straight at her, "Then why do you always quarrel with me?"

"Arguing is a necessary way to encounter major differences in thinking. As long as it is logical, it is not a big deal. Besides, liking has nothing to do with quarrels. Don't think about it." Because of the huge difference in strength, Wen Ruyan simply pushed back. Don't open this clingy drunkard.

Zhao Yao lightly pecked her cheek and replied, "You will always like me, right?"

"Yeah." Wen Ruyan gave up struggling and could only say: "But if you use your hand a little harder, I will be strangled to death, and then no one will like you."

As soon as Zhao Yao said this, she immediately relaxed, and Wen Ruyan rubbed her neck in response: "Are you really drunk?"

"I'm not drunk." Zhao Yao looked at her with bright eyes, wrapped her arms around her side and responded very obediently.

Wen Ruyan thinks she should still be drunk, otherwise is Zhao Yao so obedient on weekdays?

"Then will you still quarrel with me in the future?" Zhao Yao asked delicately close to her ear.

"Probably there will be more." Wen Ruyan turned his head to hide, put his palm against Zhao Yao's forehead, and kept a safe distance to answer.

Zhao Yao's eyes darkened a little and said, "But I don't want to quarrel with you."

Wen Ruyan couldn't see that Zhao Yao, who was usually full of confidence, suddenly showed such a fragile expression, and gently rubbed her temples with his fingertips to comfort her: "In our place, if we quarrel and don't break up, it's just showing affection, it's no big deal .”

"Enlove?" Zhao Yao smiled joyfully, "Then we are in love?"

"Forget it."

"you're lying."

Hey……

Wen Ruyan touched