A kitten dressed as an empress

Spring is the best time to take a nap when the flowers are blooming. In the afternoon, Wen Ruyan sleeps soundly on a low couch, while Xia Xiang is extracting poems and books from the sidelines, sometimes peeking at the burning incense in front of her.

There was a crisp bird cry from the branches outside the window, Wen Ruyan's eyes were blocked by a kerchief, and his brows were slightly frowned, but he didn't wake up.

"Miss Wen should wake up." Xia Xiang called cautiously.

"Hmm..." Wen Ruyan replied lazily, but her hands and feet didn't show any signs of moving. Because Zhao Yao was too careless at night, her whole body was sore now, and she just wanted to have a good rest.

Xia Xiang glanced at the extinguished incense again, and could only say again: "Miss Wen, it's time for a stick of incense."

Wen Ruyan raised his hand to remove the kerchief covering his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, stretched his arms upwards, and then sat up.

Because Xia Xiang was sitting on a cushion lower than the low couch, she saw the red mark on her chin, and asked innocently, "Did Miss Wen's neck get bitten by a bug?"

"No." Wen Ruyan picked up the copper mirror with a small handle on the side to take a picture, put away the bronze mirror with some embarrassment, and said serious nonsense to the studious Xia Xiang, "It's just an allergy, it's nothing to worry about."

"That's it." Xia Xiang really didn't ask any more questions, but instead poured tea and handed it over.

Wen Ruyan took the tea and took a sip, still feeling a little conscientious, thinking to himself that it was Zhao Yao who insisted on nibbling on such an obvious place.

When I had nothing to do, I recited Xia Xiang's poems by heart, and also briefly explained the main idea of ​​the poems.

At sunset and dusk, Wen Ruyan felt that he had been sitting for too long, so he went out of the main hall and took a walk in the garden of the courtyard.

The Qiong tree was in full bloom again, clusters of small buds were hidden among the green leaves, and Wen Ruyan was swinging back and forth on a swing.

Xia Xiang gently pushed the swing aside, and when the evening wind came slowly, the leaves were rustled by the wind.

"It sounds like the sound of ocean waves." Wen Ruyan closed his eyes and said.

"The sound of the waves?" Xia Xiang didn't make a sound after listening to it. There was only one small stream in the village when she was a child, but the sound was a gurgling sound, which was different from this one.

Wen Ruyan opened his eyes and saw that Xia Xiang was a little confused, so he asked, "Have you never seen the sea?"

Xia Xiang nodded in response: "Well, Xia Xiang has only seen small streams."

"It's okay, it's pretty much the same." Wen Ruyan thought for a while before explaining, "The sea is formed by hundreds of small streams converging, and sometimes the wind blows and the waves make a crashing sound."

"The sea must be very big."

Xia Xiang felt that the small stream was already very big.

"I can't see the end at a glance." Wen Ruyan said, a little craving for grilled fish.

Xia Xiang thought for a while and said, "Is that bigger than the palace?"

Wen Ruyan looked at Xia Xiang, and suddenly realized that this little palace man had stayed in the palace for too long, so he subconsciously compared it with the palace.

"The imperial palace is nothing compared to the sea, at most it is a small pond."

"But the small pond is very small, and the palace is huge."

"No matter how big the world is, it's not as big as the sky. You'll know after you look at the sky." Wen Ruyan raised his hand and rubbed Xia Xiang's small ears.

Xia Xiang looked up at the fiery red sky, but she didn't really understand this.

Zhao Yao hadn't returned to Yuqing Palace at night, so Wen Ruyan could only carry the food box to the side hall to look for someone.

Since the incident of Zhuang Ling Yu Garden throwing money, Zhao Yao sent several people to serve her.

Wen Ruyan was not used to looking at the people following him.

The ministers of the Government Affairs Cabinet in the side hall retreated with the memorials that had not yet been reviewed, Zhao Yao still did not stop writing, Mudan wanted to speak but was afraid of being disturbed and had to keep silent.

When the door opened, Wen Ruyan looked at the unresponsive person, and then his eyes fell on Mudan.

"Miss Wen is here." Mudan suppressed her displeasure in her eyes.

Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan who was carrying a food box while holding a pen, she frowned and said, "Peony, step back."

"Yes."

After the palace door was closed, Wen Ruyan glanced at the memorials on the big table and said, "I thought you wouldn't be going back to Yuqing Palace today."

"I forgot the time for a while, why are you here?" Zhao Yao put down her pen and asked.

Wen Ruyan opened the food box and said, "Of course I'm bringing you food."

"Then have you eaten?" Zhao Yao asked a little closer.

"It's so late, I ate early." Wen Ruyan brought the hot soup in front of Zhao Yao, "Hurry up, or the soup will be cold."

Zhao Yao took the soup bowl and sipped the soup, looked at the expressions of the people beside her and said, "You look much more energetic now."

Wen Ruyan couldn't bear Zhao Yao's straight gaze and responded awkwardly: "If you don't make a fuss, I might lose my dark circles."

Noisy, these two words are vague and straightforward, Zhao Yao's face is hot and she can only drink soup in peace.

After finishing the meal, Zhao Yao drank tea and said: "These memorials may not be finished for a while, why don't you go back to Yuqing Palace and rest?"

"It's okay, you are busy with your work, and I am not sleepy now."

"it is good."

Wen Ruyan got up and walked to the open window at the side, the starry sky was shining outside, and a bright moon hung between the eaves.

Zhao Yao didn't return to Yuqing Palace until midnight. Wen Ruyan yawned and leaned against her shoulder, her eyes filled with tears.

The chariot walked very slowly, Wen Ruyan looked at the long palace road, just passed Chaotian Palace and said: "Yuqing Palace is far away from the main hall, why don't you move to Chaotian Palace?"

I remember that all the emperors of the Southern Kingdom would move to the Chaotian Temple, and now that there is no coercion from the Supreme Emperor, there should be no resistance.

"The Chaotian Palace is still under construction, and it may take some time." Zhao Yao hugged the sleepy man and answered softly.

At that time, 360 soldiers in Chaotian Temple were bloodbathed due to a sudden change in the palace, and the aunt had lived there for many years, and the pungent incense had soaked into the beams of the house, so it was necessary to rebuild it.

In early summer, when the sky was getting dark, Wen Ruyan stood outside the main hall, still a little awake.

The officials waited outside the hall one after another, and Wen Ruyan noticed that General Zhao Rong, who was beside Zhang Youmou, did not come to court today.

"Then General Zhao Rong asked for leave?" One of the responsibilities of the female officer guarding the gate is to count the number of officials attending the court and check their appearance, a bit like a disciplinary committee member.

Holding the roster in his hand, Su Qing replied, "General Zhao Rong married his wife yesterday, and he will be pardoned for three days of vacation."

"That's quite human." After all, Zhao Yao is almost a workaholic now, and she can still give her ministers a holiday.

"Officials of the court take turns to rest every ten days. If there is a wedding or funeral, they can also handle it at their discretion."

"This fake doesn't include the emperor?"

Su Qing closed the roster and replied: "Your Majesty is the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, so naturally you can't be careless. It's a common thing to take care of all kinds of opportunities every day."

No wonder the ancient emperors all died early, they were all boiled to death.

Wen Ruyan sighed, looked at the head of the roster, suddenly stopped at the empty line and said, "Where is Song Taishi?"

"Last night, a sudden illness broke out, and someone posted a post to explain the reason." Su Qing frowned slightly, and looked at Xie Min and his party who had a close relationship with Zhang Youmou.

"Grandmaster Song is 74 this year, isn't this a serious illness?" Wen Ruyan turned his gaze to check the people next to him.

Su Qing regained his composure and responded: "If it's true, I'm afraid there will be another turmoil in the court."

"Grand Master Song is the elder of the three dynasties, because he maintained the top position in the Song family. If he falls now, it should be a good thing." Wen Ruyan looked at Su Qing puzzled.

"It's a good thing for Miss Wen to stand on His Majesty's side and conceive." Su Qing's eyes fell on the ring on Wen Ruyan's finger, and he vaguely saw the same ring in His Majesty's hand.

Although I don't know what the empress is thinking, but looking at it now, at least she cares about Miss Wen. The ministers of the court have proposed several times to the empress, but they have been shirked once.

If Grand Master Song died of illness, no one in the government would dare to challenge His Majesty openly. The position of Grand Tutor should have been held by his son Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

The empress holds the power of the government affairs cabinet in her hands, and has set up a punishment department to deter the officials. This is monopoly.

After the monopoly, what does the Empress want to do?

Su Qing didn't dare to think about it, I was afraid it would be another bloody storm.

Zhang Youmou was stared at by Xie Min like a thorn in his back and had to say: "Master Xie, what's the matter?"

Xie Min played with two stone balls between his fingers, and asked Zhang Youmou, who looked like a frail scholar with sharp eyes, "Why is Mr. Zhang still wearing such a thick robe in this season?"

"Ms. Zhang was injured in Yuncheng back then, so he was left with a cold illness. Even in the scorching summer, he would feel very cold."

"Why don't you call the Imperial Physician in the palace to have a look?" When Xie Minshen's subordinates thoroughly investigated the officials of the Manchu Dynasty, there were two people with very strange family backgrounds. One was Song Taishi's son-in-law Li Yi, and the other was the Minister of War Zhang Youmou.

People from Xicheng do not have a Xicheng accent, and there is no family member or even a genealogy record. However, the records of household registration in the Xicheng yamen have been burned, and now they are all reprinted and added fragments.

All these signs indicate that Zhang Youmou was probably not born in Xicheng, and concealed his true identity.

"I've been around the rivers and lakes for many years, and I know how to see, hear, and ask about things. Why don't you let me check Master Zhang's pulse?" Xie Min said, and wanted to reach out.

Zhang Youmou evaded back and responded, "Your Majesty is coming."

Xie Min had no choice but to withdraw his hand, looking suspiciously at this, which was clearly an evasive move. Not far away, Gu Feng looked at the two of them and muttered: "If Zhang Youmou climbs up to Xie Min, his career will be smooth sailing."

"Fart!" Song Qing, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, spat in a low voice.

Gu Feng took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his cheeks, and said embarrassingly, "Brother Song, don't underestimate Zhang Youmou's power. Back then, my little sister's haughty and arrogant personality made her break up with the Gu family and marry him." He can't."

Song Qing, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, was already annoyed at being reprimanded and belittled by his father. In addition, the Empress of the Political Affairs Pavilion only chose her father and elder brother to pull her down alone, which made herself lose face in the family.

Before this You Mou appeared, he was as easy as wind and rain as he wanted, and now everyone sees his jokes.

A Taifu is a sure thing!

In the main hall, Zhao Yao discussed with the ministers about allocating funds to rebuild the dam, but there was no obstacle at all.

Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, took advantage of the situation and mentioned that his father would not be able to take the post of Taifu due to his old age.

Zhao Yao put her hands together in front of her body, turned the ring lightly with her fingertips and said, "Do you have a suitable candidate for the position of Taifu?"

The officials looked around but remained silent. Seeing that the morning court was about to end, Song Qing, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, suddenly said, "I am willing to share your majesty's worries."

"Song Qing, are you really capable of holding the position of Taifu and participating in the affairs of the Political Affairs Cabinet?" Zhao Yao's eyes flashed with calculations, and her fingertips stopped turning the ring.

Song Qing bowed down and saluted: "This humble minister must be so heartbroken that he will never disappoint His Majesty's expectations."

Zhao Yao slightly looked back at all the officials, seeing that Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, frowned and responded happily: "Okay, then Song Qing will be appointed as the new Grand Tutor, and he will be in charge of the Grand Tutor's seal."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

At the end of the early court, all the officials came out of the hall to congratulate in advance, and Song Qing proudly invited all the officials to a banquet.

Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, approached and said angrily: "You act so rashly, I'm afraid that my father will be mad at you!"

"Brother, are you jealous of my position as Taifu?"

"You're afraid that disaster is imminent and you don't even know it!"

The two brothers broke up unhappy, and Zhang Youmou walked into the corridor of the side hall with Su Hao, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.

"Master Zhang, why are you frowning?" Su Hao, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, asked with the memorial in his hand.

Zhang Youmou responded in a deep voice: "Master Su, why does His Majesty agree to Song Qing's appointment as Taifu?"

Su Hao changed his hand to hold the memorial and replied: "Your Majesty has his own plans for this matter, we as courtiers can only do things in peace."

"But Song Qing can't afford the position of Grand Tutor, so His Majesty's selection of him is really superfluous."

"In Master Zhang's opinion, who is the most suitable for the post of Taifu?"

Zhang Youmou thought about it and said, "Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, can bear the responsibility."

Su Hao originally thought that Zhang Youmou was jealous of His Majesty's partiality to the Song family. Who would have thought that this person just felt that Song Qing was not suitable, and had no other thoughts of fighting for power and profit.

"Today, Mr. Su has a nice word of advice. I wonder if Mr. Zhang is willing to listen to him?"

"Zhang is naturally all ears."

This Minister of Criminal Affairs Su Hao came from the grandson of Mr. Su's Marquis. He was originally a wealthy son of a family, but he was extremely low-key in the court. It was only through private contact with the government affairs cabinet that he knew that this talent was no less knowledgeable than Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

"Spring birds don't know the flowers bloom, autumn leaves are like snow mountain lotus, summer wind attracts red phoenix, winter snow looks like a young man."

Zhang Youmou was even more confused when he heard it, and Su Hao said with a smile: "It's really a ridiculous poem."

Because of these few words, Zhang Youmou never felt at ease until he was eating with a bowl at night.

Gu Lan saw that the person was only picking up white rice, so she had no choice but to ask: "What else are you thinking about while eating?"

"I was wondering what those strange poems Master Su said meant." Zhang Youmou swallowed the white rice, and then told Gu Lan what happened during the day.

"It's simple, I know what it means."

"Lan'er, can you tell me?" Zhang Youmou asked curiously.

Gu Lan put the meat in Zhang Youmou's bowl and said, "Eat the meat first, then I'll talk."

Zhang Youmou hurriedly lowered his head to eat the meat, Gu Lan looked at Ying with a restrained smile: "Which bird in spring doesn't know that flowers bloom, and snow lotus doesn't grow in autumn, and the red phoenix in summer is maple tree, and maple tree only turns red in autumn , As for the snow falling in winter, how can people describe it as a white-haired man, how could it be a young man?"

"I understand what you're saying, but what's the meaning behind it?" Zhang Youmou asked while pawing at the rice.

"How can there be any deep meaning? Master Su said it was a strange poem, and he clearly told you that Song Qing's being the Taifu everyone knew it was strange, and Her Majesty naturally knew it too, but His Majesty knew it was strange but still did it on purpose. This should be deep think."

Zhang Youmou came to his senses and said, "Then His Majesty is going to..."

Gu Lan hissed and nodded, "It's good that you understand."

When Zhao Yao came out of the bath at night, the little milk cat was lying on the story book, concentrating on it, nestling on the thin quilt with fluff, its little tail flicked.

"Tonight is not a day for intimacy, why don't you take medicine?" Zhao Yao lightly touched the overly soft ball with her palm, not daring to use too much force.

The little milk cat looked over and responded, "Meow."

Wen Ruyan forgot to eat because she read too seriously.

I thought it would be okay at night anyway, so it shouldn’t matter if I don’t eat.

Zhao Yao lay on her side, pinched her little ears with her fingertips and said, "It's rare that you have time to rest early, why don't you ignore me?"

The amber eyes of the little milk cat stared straight at the script without even blinking.

Just as Wen Ruyan was watching seriously, a cat was suddenly caught, looking helplessly at Zhao Yao and calling: "Meow."

The pink paws patted her cheeks lightly, Zhao Yao held the soft front paws with her fingertips, picked up the scripture book with one hand and said, "Is this book as good as mine?"

Wen Ruyan really underestimated Zhao Yao's face, and didn't even know how to reply.

The little milk cat poked its head out and escaped from under Zhao Yao's arms, sitting obediently in his arms, flipping through the book with awkward paws, only showing the back of its round head and giving Zhao Yao a movement that you can experience yourself.

Zhao Yao lightly poked small holes one after another in the fluffy hair with her fingertips, and pinched her chubby cheek with her hand full of mourning.

But the little milk cat who was obsessed with the storybook didn't pay any attention to it, but when Zhao Yao was holding the book, her two front paws hugged her hand and softly called: "Meow."

The back of the hand was attached to the soft buttocks, Zhao Yao rubbed it lightly, pinched the soft flesh of the lower jaw with her thumb and index finger and said, "It seems to have grown flesh again."

The little milk cat poked its head to look over, its bright eyes were full of sadness, and it opened its mouth to bite the back of Zhao Yao's hand to relieve his anger.

A smile appeared in Zhao Yao's eyes and she responded softly: "Haven't you read the script?"

The little milk cat, who jumped out of his arms while biting the scripture, lay on the pillow again and swayed around with its tail.

Being left out in the cold again, Zhao Yao had no choice but to take out a small fur ball tied with bluebell grass from one side and throw it there like fishing.

Seeing the little milk cat involuntarily poking its head and approaching, Zhao Yao smiled and moved the slender pole in her hand, only to see the fluffy ball running back and forth.

When Wen Ruyan realized that she was being teased, she turned around without looking back, thinking that you should not underestimate the cat's determination!

Zhao Yao thought she didn't want to play anymore, so she relaxed her vigilance, but unexpectedly, she was bitten by the fur ball.

Subconsciously pulled it hard, unexpectedly caught a caterpillar, the straight one looked quite slim.

The little milk cat bites tightly and refuses to let go, its two hind paws are completely in the air, and its amber eyes that are wide open because of seriousness are bound to look at Zhao Yao, and it seems that it has been irritated.

Zhao Yao had no choice but to let go, stretched out her hand to embrace the small ball, pinched the fleshy cheek with her fingertips and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the little chubby cat to be quite agile."

You actually said that I am fat, there is no love between us.

The little milk cat loosened its teeth, and continued to lie on the storybook without looking back. Zhao Yao stroked the fluffy hair with her fingertips, and it took a while before she said: "Are you angry?"

"Meow!"

Zhao Yao came closer and said with a smile: "Good boy, the fat one is also very cute."

Wen Ruyan shattered to pieces on the spot.

From night to dawn, Zhao Yao woke up from the heat, and when she opened her eyes, there was a patch of white hair.

The whole kitten lay on its face, with its soft buttocks sticking to half of its face, its fluffy head lost its balance and lay next to its ear, the whole cat remained sound asleep in a reclining posture.

Zhao Yao held her little head in her palm, looked helplessly at the sleeping little milk cat who was purring, sat up slowly, took out the medicine from one side and carefully stuffed it into her mouth.

I saw the pink and tender mouth licking and licking, and it didn't take long to recover and nestle in Zhao Yao's arms.

Wen Ruyan woke up due to lack of oxygen, and when she opened her eyes, she was dumbfounded.

Peony came in to wait for her to change her clothes, she caught a glimpse of the broken skin on the corner of the Empress's mouth, as if she was bleeding, the bite was too hard.

"Your Majesty, would you like some ointment?"

"No need." Zhao Yao replied with slightly warm cheeks.

When the two were eating, Zhao Yao looked at the serious Wen Ruyan with some embarrassment, it was rare that she didn't know what to say.

When the two of them sat in the carriage, Wen Ruyan stayed far away, as if he was always on guard against him.

Zhao Yao was a little helpless, she touched her slightly swollen lips with her fingertips, the pain was still there, but her heart was burning hot, her gaze quietly looked at the awkward person, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

Outside the main hall, Su Qing looked at the prints that Wen Ruyan's collar couldn't cover, and couldn't help feeling that the empress had gone too far.

No matter how intimate a woman is, there must be a sense of proportion.

"Miss Wen, do you want to go back and rest?" Su Qing asked hesitantly.

"No need." Wen Ruyan opened the roster, still a little angry.

Gu Feng rushed to establish a relationship with Song Qing early in the morning. After all, His Majesty agreed to let Song Qing be the Taifu without hesitation yesterday. It is conceivable that the Song family will still be able to support the sky in the ruling and opposition parties in the future.

Dali Temple Minister Li Yi saw this sycophant official approaching Song Qing, and suddenly regretted covering up the evidence for Song Qing, no one can stop this man from dying.

Xie Min and his group ignored all the officials and walked forward. Su Hao, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, said, "Lord Li, do you ever regret marrying the Song family?"

"Master Su, there is no regret in this world."

"If my little sister had married you back then, it might have been a different scene."

Zhang Youmou had no intention of listening to the conversation between the two, who would have thought that he would run into them.

Dali Temple Minister Li took a look at Zhang Youmou, and then said: "It's all about the past, Mr. Su should not mention it."

The two parted ways, and Zhang Youmou followed up with Dali Temple Minister Li Xiaosheng to remind: "Be careful of the Punishment Department these days."

Since Xie Min can test himself frequently, it is very likely that Li Yi will be suspected.

"Even if I doubt it, I can't help it, but you'd better not trust anyone in the court, Su Hao is not an easy person." Dali Temple Minister Li Yi reminded him.

"I know." After explaining the poem yesterday, Zhang Youmou knew that Su Hao probably only wanted to take advantage of the court's struggle for power to restore the prestige of the Su family, so he didn't mind the court's delay in government affairs due to the power struggle.

After the long palace Taoist finished walking, Wen Ruyan originally went to the toilet and didn't want to hear gossip about Su Qing.

Back then, Su Qing and Li Yi almost got married, but in the end Li Yi married Song Taishi's daughter again.

It's no wonder that when I was joking with Su Qing, Su Qing couldn't be serious, it was obvious that something happened.

Relationships here are really exciting!

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