A kitten dressed as an empress

Zhao Yao held a banquet in the imperial garden in the afternoon with crisp autumn air, and asked the palace servants to invite Zhuang Ling to the banquet.

Zhuang Ling didn't get any news for quite some time, she thought that the plan to break up would fail, but she didn't expect the empress to take the initiative to invite her, so there might still be some hope.

The palace servants were waiting on the side, and the maid beside Zhuang Ling looked at the female official cleverly, thinking that this is not the person who takes money and does nothing.

Due to the maid's eager gaze, Wen Ruyan got a little closer and took out the heavy bag of gold from his sleeve pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the waiter who almost wrote the words "pay back" on his face and whispered: "It's your master's business." If I fail, the gold will be returned to you."

The maid weighed the weight, then put away the gold bag, and just moved away her sharp eyes.

I thought Zhao Yao was going to talk to Zhuang Ling, but I didn't expect that the two of them were just playing chess.

"Your master's chess skills are not very superb."

The servant responded in a low voice: "My master specially invited Mr. Ducheng to learn it when he entered the palace."

"But I haven't seen her win yet."

"I think you just don't understand, who can win His Majesty?"

The waiter retorted unfairly.

Wen Ruyan stared at the chess game, although he was not very good at playing chess, but looking at this game of chess, it was clear that the general situation was over, and the defeat was too fast.

At dusk and sunset, Zhuang Ling didn't expect the empress to be so skilled at chess, and she hadn't won a game yet.

At first, I thought that the Empress wanted to talk heart-to-heart, but now I can see the change in expression, and I feel that I don't want to mention it at all.

It seems that the woman still has some tricks, and she didn't make a fuss on purpose, but because the empress stayed overnight, she calmed down and rejoiced.

"Your Majesty, you seem to be in a good mood." Zhuang Ling looked at the empress, and she could vaguely see stains on her collar. She did not expect that the empress, who was strong outside, was still a weak woman in bed.

Zhao Yao took a sip of tea and responded, "Well, it's not bad."

This is really embarrassing for Zhuang Ling.

"Then His Majesty can't think it's done just because of this."

"How do you say that?" Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan, who was sitting lazily on the swing not far away.

Zhuang Ling said very solemnly: "If you want someone to follow you willingly, you must spend a lot of thought. Otherwise, if that person gets excited for a while, I'm afraid it will cool down again in a short time. It's the so-called strike while the iron is hot. The concubine thinks Your Majesty should stay in the cold for a few more days, so that she can also appreciate His Majesty's good intentions."

Zhao Yao played with the chess pieces between her fingers, her eyes seemed to be thinking a little and she responded happily: "You are right."

Although Wen Ruyan always stays by her side on weekdays, sometimes she is a little too cold, whether it is intimacy or pleasure, she is always too proactive, and she hardly ever takes the initiative.

This really frustrates Zhao Yao, and sometimes she even wonders which day she doesn't take the initiative to have sex with her, maybe she doesn't care.

Zhao Yao thought more and more deeply, until she returned to the palace in a walking chariot, she was still in a complicated mood.

Wen Ruyan was exhausted from standing for most of the day, so she took a bath and rested early after eating at night.

It was quite cold at night in late autumn, because Zhao Yao was afraid of the cold, so she put on a thick quilt early in the morning, and Wen Ruyan warmed up after lying down for a while.

When Zhao Yao washed up and lay down, Wen Ruyan was already a little sleepy, and couldn't even open her eyelids.

In the past few days like this, Zhao Yao realized that she really didn't intend to take the initiative to be intimate, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Therefore, on weekdays, he intentionally kept her cold, hoping that she would notice a little difference. If she could take the initiative with herself, it would at least mean that she was thinking of herself in her heart.

It was rare for Wen Ruyan to stay up all night without backache, and Wen Ruyan felt very comfortable in the morning.

Su Qing held the roster and tilted his head to look at Wen Ruyan, who was in a good mood recently, a little confused about the harem.

"Recently, His Majesty often punishes officials. Could it be that he is in a bad mood?"

"No." Wen Ruyan thought about it seriously, Zhao Yao has been busy with government affairs recently, even the number of intimacy at night is less.

When a gust of wind blew in late autumn, it was still very cold, Su Qing looked at Wen Ruyan who was kicking her sleeves with both hands, and wondered if she had guessed wrong?

However, there has been no major incident in the court recently, and the domestic struggle in the northwest has not only continued, but has intensified. It seems that the empress is not here to help, but is very likely to take the opportunity to split the tribes in the northwest country.

At the end of the morning court, the officials changed into heavy official robes, and all of them wore official hats and bowed their heads to avoid the cold wind.

The five members of the Government Affairs Pavilion stayed in the side hall to process the memorials, and several screens separated Zhao Yao's position. Occasionally, important government officials needed to ask for instructions before issuing orders.

Song Qing originally thought that becoming the Taifu would give power to the government and the public, but he did not expect that the Government Affairs Pavilion is not the Taifu's decision-maker, everything has to be discussed instead, and finally he has to ask the Empress for instructions, how aggrieved!

When Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, checked the memorial, he frowned slightly and looked at Song Qing, but did not make a sound, but only changed the order.

But any important memorial needs to be discussed by the five cabinet ministers before making a decision. Song and Qing sometimes used public power for private purposes. This time, the empress could tolerate it twice, but this is tantamount to walking on the tip of a knife, and it is life-threatening hard.

For Song Lang's tampering, Song Qing expressed dissatisfaction many times, but apart from Gu Feng in the Zhengwu Pavilion, the two foxes Zhang Youmou and Su Hao naturally would not agree.

For a while, Song Qing had to endure it, after all, Song Lang was his elder brother, and if there was a real quarrel, it would be a loss of face.

Furthermore, the elders of the Song family still regard Song Lang as the head of the house. If they don't give some meat, how can those elders help themselves to fight for the house of the Song family.

When my father was out of breath, he didn't give him much property. This eldest brother, like his father Song Lang, directly occupied most of the mansion's shops, and now he became a beggar for charity.

The more Song Qing thought about it, the more angry he was, and when everyone left the side hall, he reasoned with Song Lang: "I criticized His Majesty for counting the list of fields in the southern country earlier, which is a waste of people and money. Why do you have to cross it?"

"The reason why His Majesty proposed to count the fields, don't you know the intention?"

"Intent?" Song Qing couldn't bear his temper, and couldn't get used to Song Lang's aura of dominating others with his elder brother, "I think you know that my mother gave me most of the land deeds privately, so you feel resentful and want to take revenge on the public. "

Song Lang shook his head and sighed, "If you only care about the tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land, you really shouldn't be in the position of Taifu."

"Okay, Song Qing finally said it now." Song Qing approached angrily, "Father didn't say anything, you are just jealous of me!"

Su Hao looked at the two brothers of the Song family walking on both sides of the palace road due to disagreement from afar and said with a sneer: "Song Qing with such a heart was originally the Minister of Rites, I am afraid that he was supported by the old man of the Song family."

"Brother, I think it's better not to let Zhuang Ling get close to the empress." Su Qing always felt that if she knew that the empress' temperament was being used, she might attack her harder.

"Don't worry, Zhuang Ling is just my pawn and has nothing to do with the Su family. The empress can't find any evidence."

Seeing Su Hao's confident appearance, Su Qing couldn't help but get a headache, Su Hao thought too immaturely of the empress' methods.

The courtiers didn't understand when troops were sent to the border during the civil war in the Northwest, but who would have thought that the Northwest Kingdom would be torn apart.

This kind of risky move is not only carefully planned, but also shows that the empress is extremely decisive, even the aristocratic family can only surrender.

The autumn wind was rustling, Wen Ruyan nestled in the side hall practicing calligraphy in the afternoon, and Zhao Yao was buried in a memorial.

The charcoal pot was burning warmly, Wen Ruyan picked up a pen between his fingers and remembered Su Qing's words before, belatedly realized that something was not quite right.

Normally, Zhao Yao would talk to herself a few words in her spare time when reviewing memorials, but recently her expression is cold, and she doesn't like to be intimate when she doesn't talk much.

Menstrual period, but it also has the end of the month.

Wen Ruyan poked his eyes towards the person who wrote and reviewed the memorial and said hesitantly: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Holding the memorial, Zhao Yao looked at her puzzledly and replied: "No."

She thought that Wen Ruyan was finally going to take the initiative, but she stopped making a sound. Zhao Yao frowned slightly as she reviewed the memorial, feeling a little colder in her heart.

No, so why does it feel weird?

At night, Wen Ruyan was lying on one side, and Zhao Yao was lying on the bed reading a book, showing no intimacy at all.

Wen Ruyan moved her head closer and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm not sleepy now." Zhao Yao flipped through the book with her fingertips.

In the past, he was obviously very enthusiastic, why did he suddenly become so cold?

Could it be that you have lost your allure?

The more Wen Ruyan thought about it, the more weird she felt, so she pretended to put her arms around Zhao Yao casually, but there was no reaction.

Day after day, Wen Ruyan felt that the problem seemed a little serious.

When the first snow fell, the six major tribes in the Northwest Kingdom were still fighting for land, and each of them was vying to donate a lot of sheep and treasures to the South Kingdom in order to get soldiers and horses to help them.

The original [-] soldiers had no casualties, so they brought back a large amount of gold and jewelry.

When Wen Ruyan looked at Guan Wenshu here, his first instinct was that Zhao Yao should be in a good mood today.

But at night, Zhao Yao was still a cold person, no matter how much Wen Ruyan seduced her secretly, she didn't respond.

During the vacation at the end of the year, it was rare for Zhao Yao to get away from the busy government affairs, but Wen Ruyan was lazy and refused to take medicine.

The fluffy ball was coiled on Zhao Yao's lap, which made Zhao Yao really do not know what to do.

Zhao Yao caressed the little milk cat lying on her back with her paws spread out, probably because she was too sound asleep, so she was not at all defensive.

The soft buttocks were extremely warm, Zhao Yao's fingertips sank into the fluffy hair, and she didn't dare to use too much force.

The amber eyes are now narrowed into a ball, the pink nose is slightly loose, and occasionally stretches out the pink claws unconsciously.

This snow-white mass is not as good as the white snow flying outside the window.

When it was getting dark in the evening, the little milk cat woke up slowly with trembling ears.

"Meow..." The little milk cat looked at Zhao Yao who was still holding the book.

Zhao Yao lightly rubbed her chubby cheeks with her palms, pinched her soft and elastic paws with her fingertips and said softly, "I've been sleeping for most of the day, are you going to wake up at the time of meal?"

The little milk cat was very cooperative and lay on its side in Zhao Yao's arms, its pink and tender front paws took the initiative to rest on Zhao Yao's palm, very obedient and obedient.

On weekdays, Zhao Yao always ignored people, but she didn't expect that it would be more tempting than selling the beauty of a kitten.

Alas, Wen Ruyan expressed that she was in a complicated mood.

At night, Zhao Yao was afraid that she would be cold and held her tightly in her arms, pinched her little ears with her fingertips and said, "Are you so afraid of the cold in winter?"

Wen Ruyan was held in her arms, her round eyes stared straight at Ying: "Meow."

Are you really thinking too much?

It seems that after becoming a cat, Zhao Yao will not show a cold expression.

After a good night's sleep until dawn, Wen Ruyan woke up a little early because she slept too much, crawled out of the quilt, and squatted in front of Zhao Yao.

In fact, the bedroom is still very warm, and the little milk cat is not afraid of the cold even more. It pulls out the medicine from the dark box on one side, and sneaks into the bedding after taking the medicine.

Not long after, Wen Ruyan poked his head out from under the quilt, looked at the sleeping person with a smirk in his eyes, and pulled Zhao Yao's belt with his own fingers, thinking that he was on vacation anyway, and there was nothing to do in the morning.

Orphans and widows live in the same room, so I don't believe that Zhao Yao can still sit still!

Zhao Yao, who was sleeping soundly at first, only felt a kitten scurrying in her heart, the clingy intimacy, her cheeks flushed immediately, and when she woke up with a slight frown, she realized that it was not a dream.

I don't know when the clothes were opened, and the person in his arms seemed to be still asleep, but his hands were not very secure, and the breath overflowing from his nose seemed to burn his heart.

Because of the quilt, Zhao Yao raised her head slightly and raised her hands to lift away a corner of the quilt, and looked at the person whose face was covered by long hair with her thin lips tightly, trying to distance herself slightly, but she was hugged tightly.

Zhao Yao helplessly raised her hand into the quilt to hold the flirtatious hand, but the person who was stuffed in the quilt seemed to wake up, opened her eyes brightly, approached with a smile on her face and said, "Morning OK."

Maybe it was the posture of nestling in her arms, or she raised her hands slightly to reveal the whiteness, Zhao Yao couldn't help but look away.

This scene is comparable to the red plums blooming on the branches of winter snow. Although it is red but not gorgeous, it makes people want to kiss Fangze.

After all, there had been no intimacy for several months, and Zhao Yao lightly brushed away the drooping ink hair with her fingertips, and Zhao Yao gently wrapped her fingers around her but never let go, her breathing was a little unsteady, and she responded, "When did you take the medicine?"

Wen Ruyan stepped forward before receiving any response, bowed her head and lightly pecked her thin lips and murmured: "Ayao, don't you want to?"

How can I not want to have soft fragrance in my arms?

Zhao Yao slightly let go of the thin hair she was playing with between her fingers, and the strings in her heart broke with that whisper.

The palace servants in the morning had to wait until the afternoon to enter the inner hall, Mudan couldn't help cursing in her heart, what a coquette!

Wen Ruyan was lying on the bed with the hot tea in his hand, looking at Zhao Yao who was serious about reading, and felt a little embarrassed because of the intimacy in the morning.

However, when Zhao Yao was intimate, she was still the same as before, her enthusiasm was overwhelming.

Due to the frequent gazes, Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips a little bit, a little pleased with her initiative, and wished that she could continue.

Heavy snow fell outside the window, and the Yuqing Palace became a vast expanse of white again. The thick green branches and leaves in summer will only be left with bare branches.

The hot mist of the tea dissipated quickly, Wen Ruyan took a sip of the tea, thinking that Zhao Yao seemed to be more restrained than before.

They used to say naughty words, but now they do their own things after intimacy. Could it be that they start the old couple's way of getting along?

Wen Ruyan looked over again and said, "Shall we continue tonight?"

Zhao Yao's cheeks were slightly red and she didn't dare to meet that gaze, "No, it should be done in moderation."

After all, after each intimacy, she always feels too tired, so she shouldn't be in a hurry.

It's really abnormal for Zhao Yao to say these words!

A few days later, Wen Ruyan saw that Zhao Yao hadn't changed at all from before, and began to suspect that she was getting old?

In the evening Wen Ruyan nestled in the quilt early to warm the bed, and when Zhao Yao was about to lie down, she moved inside.

"Is it warm?"

"Well, it's very warm." Zhao Yao knew that she was always like a stove in winter.

The two of them suddenly became strangely quiet, the cold wind was strong in the winter night, but there was no sound in the inner hall.

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao's silence, and wondered if today was also a night of pure quilt chatting?

Obviously sometimes Zhao Yao's gaze is still scorching, but when Wen Ruyan looked closely, she felt that she was thinking too much.

After all, when the two of them stay together, if it is a man and a woman, the child should run away.

Maybe Zhao Yao's freshness has passed.

Wen Ruyan thought over and over again, and found one reason after another for Zhao Yao, but her heart was still itchy.

Finally plucking up the courage to get closer, thinking that Zhao Yao has always dominated, maybe she just feels tired, but she hasn't tried to dominate.

Wen Ruyan, who rekindled his fighting spirit, leaned up with glowing eyes and said, "Ayao, are you asleep?"

Zhao Yao has always slept very slowly at night, so she naturally sensed her approach, and slowly opened her eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

"I want to try!" Wen Ruyan approached ambiguously, approaching with her slender arms propped up.

"What?" This endless sentence made Zhao Yao feel a little overwhelmed.

Wen Ruyan held the belt with her fingertips and said with a smile, "Don't move, leave the rest to me."

When the clothes were slightly unbuttoned, Zhao Yao came to her senses, pressed her soft hand with her palm and said, "Let's take a good rest tonight."

"You can have a good rest." Wen Ruyan replied mischievously, probing through the thin shirt with her fingertips.

Zhao Yao's thinking has always been quick, but it was only after thinking about this sentence for a long time that she understood her intention.

"I..." Zhao Yao wanted her to take the initiative to have fun, but she didn't expect her to be so horny.

Wen Ruyan raised his hand to cover Zhao Yao's mouth, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I'm a good learner."

Zhao Yao blinked her eyes and didn't respond. She was inexplicably nervous, and her whole body tensed instantly.

Zhao Yao was really worried about her learning ability, but she just couldn't bear to hit her.

The winter wind kept going all night, most of the candles in the hall had been burned out, but the red gauze curtain was not very peaceful.

Wen Ruyan didn't expect Zhao Yao to reject her, and she was trying to piece together her broken heart in the corner.

Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips slightly, approached cautiously and whispered: "I'm just not mentally prepared, can you give me some time?"

He said this as if he was forcing her to be intimate with him, Wen Ruyan turned around and looked at Zhao Yao and said, "Really?"

"I promise I won't lie to you." Zhao Yao gently brushed away the thin hair on the side of her face with her fingertips, lowered her head and kissed her forehead lightly, she really didn't expect that she had tossed and tossed for a long time last night, and she had no other reaction except nervousness.

Wen Ruyan didn't think about other things at first, but her confidence in some aspects of her studies was greatly hit.

After all, most of the time it is Zhao Yao who takes the initiative, but last night was a rare opportunity, and in the end she messed up.

It is really too shocking.

After a few days of awkwardness between the two, this matter was considered a turning point, but Wen Ruyan deliberately turned out the original album, and decided to do some research.

But as soon as New Year's Eve passed, the court affairs became busy again, and Zhao Yao had other activities such as offering sacrifices in spring, so she was free in early summer.

Wen Ruyan waited and waited, only to find that Zhao Yao's words were not quite counting, and she didn't mention anything about herself at all.

The two even started to fight invisible, and Wen Ruyan always lost.

However, compared to the contest between Wen Ruyan and Zhao Yao, Zhuang Ling's situation is even more embarrassing. This is already the third year, and if nothing happens, he may have to leave.

The servant spends a lot of money to learn from Mudan that the empress' favorite is actually the female official who collects money.

Zhuang Ling was even more irritated when she heard it. The female officer in the Royal Garden was still watching secretly, it was really despicable!

But Zhuang Ling didn't dare to do anything to the female officer, and only reported the news to Su Hao.

When Su Hao heard the news, his eyeballs almost fell out. Isn't this the female official guarding the gate of the palace with the younger sister?

So Su Qing originally wanted to hide from his elder brother, but his elder brother would not give up.

"Little sister, did you already know about the female official favored by the empress?" Su Hao didn't expect the little girl to ask without telling him.

Su Qing looked at Su Hao with a slight frown, and couldn't remember what it was like to be the elder brother who said he was going to kill harm for the people.

Nowadays, those who fall into the struggle for power and profit of the aristocratic families do not have a good end.

"How can I inquire about the empress's private affairs, as I'm just a quiet female official?"

"Okay." Su Hao thought about it, and said in a deep voice, "I saw that female official in the side hall several times, and I saw that she was about the same age as the empress. It will be useful for you to deepen your friendship with her in the future."

Su Qing frowned slightly, and only responded perfunctorily, and was relieved when Su Hao walked away.

I thought that entering the palace would escape the control of the Su family, but who would have thought that there would still be no place to live.

In the early summer, Wen Ruyan was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the bedroom. It is true that Zhao Yao used it so fragrant back then, it should be more than half of it.

Wen Ruyan, who was going farther and farther in the evil way, obviously understood that he had to rely on himself to do things.

But the bedroom was too big, Wen Ruyan collapsed on the low couch tired, but couldn't find it.

When Zhao Yao entered the palace from the outside, Wen Ruyan, who had just come out of the shower, was only wearing a thin plain dress, with her long hair pulled back, revealing her white nape.

Perhaps it was because of laziness, the plain skirt was somewhat see-through due to water stains, Zhao Yao glanced past her, her thin lips were pursed a bit because of this.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the inner hall, so Zhao Yao picked up the folding fan beside her and fanned her: "Why are you taking a bath in the daytime all of a sudden?"

Wen Ruyan couldn't say that he rummaged through boxes and cabinets, he could only explain: "It's too hot."

It's only early summer now, Zhao Yao feels that it's just warmed up, but she's only wearing a thin plain dress and lying barefoot on a low couch, holding sour plum soup in one hand and a white jade porcelain spoon in the other handing over the sour plum soup.

Zhao Yao opened her mouth and took a sip, frowned slightly because of the sourness and coldness and said, "It's too cold."

"The ice cubes have all melted, so it's still cold?" Wen Ruyan took a sip by himself, almost at room temperature.

This is not to blame for Zhao Yao, all year round, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, people are people who drink hot tea, and they probably don't drink much room temperature water.

Wen Ruyan was thinking about what he hadn't done last time, so he decided to tell Zhao Yao openly.

"Do you still count on the things you told me to take the initiative last time?"

Zhao Yao had just drank hot tea, but she didn't expect to hear such straightforward words, she swallowed the tea slowly, and said with evasive eyes, "Of course it's counted."

"Then when are you free, let's try again?" Wen Ruyan asked cheekily.

If this was said in the past, only Zhao Yao could say it, who would have thought of such a reversal.

It really complied with the saying that feng shui turns in turns, who will the heavens spare!

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