A kitten dressed as an empress

The afternoon sunlight in midsummer is particularly vicious, especially for Wen Ruyan, who is afraid of heat, it is really hot enough to faint.

However, Zhao Yao canceled going to the summer palace due to the busy court affairs, buried in memorials every day, and discussed government affairs with the ministers of the government affairs cabinet after the morning court, and never rested late at night.

Wen Ruyan was worrying about making Zhao Yao more peaceful at night, but unexpectedly, because of the busy government affairs during the day, she would not be able to fall asleep until a few hours before dawn, so the frequency of sleepwalking was actually less.

Because the general of the Chi Kingdom led three hundred soldiers into the capital for a competition, the situation in the court was rather strange.

"Your Majesty, I think that I should pick [-] elite soldiers from the imperial guards. This time, I must not be underestimated." Zhao Rong, Minister of the Ministry of War, stepped forward and said.

Because of Zhang Youmou's suggestion, Zhao Rong is considered competent for the position of Minister of War.

It's just that Song Qing can't see Zhao Rong's prestige. At this time, the general of Chi State entered the capital to test his strength, but in fact he also had the intention of secretly planning with Song Qing.

There are many gold, silver and iron mines in the southern country, and the terrain is more rugged and dangerous, while the country of Chi is a plain land, which is suitable for farming, so there is no need to fight for land with neighboring countries, so Song and Qing did not want to collude with the country of Chi. It's just coming and going with the northwest country.

Who would have thought that the Northwest Kingdom would be subdued by the empress, Song Qing was disheartened for a while, but in recent years, he heard the movement on the border of the Chi Kingdom, and then he had evil thoughts again.

Now that the post of Grand Tutor has been vacated by the Government Affairs Cabinet, Song Qing can't stand this aggrieved.

"Your Majesty, I think that since the country of Chi is competing to promote friendly exchanges between the two countries, it should do its best to be a landlord. How can it treat guests like a reckless man?" Song Qing still took the opportunity to sneer.

How could Zhao Rong, who is outspoken, bear this suffocation, and was about to speak out, but seeing Zhang Youmou shaking his head as a signal, he had to remain silent.

Zhao Yao twirled the jade ring lightly with her fingertips, looked at the officials with her eyes and said, "Song Aiqing is right, so how about asking Xie Min to choose a female soldier from the Punishment Division?"

As soon as the words came out, the officials were all surprised. Song Qing thought that Xie Min's subordinates were all people from the world, and it would be even more difficult to deal with, so he stepped forward again and said: "Your Majesty, I think that since it is a competition, it is natural It's a matter between men, how can this delicate woman get on the stage?"

Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, frowned at this time, and Gu Feng, Minister of the Ministry of Households, who still couldn't see the situation clearly, also echoed: "Your Majesty, I think that Song Taifu's words are reasonable. The three hundred soldiers sent by Chi Kingdom this time Thinking about it, they should all be capable people, but if they send women, they will be looked down upon by the generals of the Chi Kingdom, which is really inappropriate."

Wen Ruyan looked at these two villains and really felt that there was a problem. Others used the competition to lead soldiers to provoke them, but they still picked and disliked their own people. It was obvious that Zhao Rong's proposal earlier was very good.

It's not that there is a pit of courage, that is, there is a ghost in his heart.

It was a simple matter, after talking back and forth for half an hour, Wen Ruyan finally understood why Zhao Yao had no thoughts about men.

The officials in the court are too ingrained in men's superiority over women, and Zhao Yao's character is so high, how could he like this group of people who think highly of themselves.

No wonder the Supreme Emperor killed all the blood of Zhao's royal family back then, otherwise he might be forced to abdicate by these officials if he was not careful.

The original breakfast turned into lunch directly, Wen Ruyan handed the broth to Zhao Yao and said, "Are you really planning to let the female soldiers of the Punishment Department compete with the generals of Chi State?"

Zhao Yao took the small bowl and responded, "Yes."

"But girls are far from boys in terms of physical strength. If they lose, the spittle of the people in the southern country can drown them."

When Wen Ruyan was outside the palace, she heard that the Southern Kingdom was harsh on women. Even a beggar on the side of the road could look down on Zhao Yao, who is the empress of the Southern Kingdom. This kind of gender discrimination can kill people invisible.

"Why do you think you'll lose before the competition?" Zhao Yao took a wooden spoon and sipped the broth lightly.

Wen Ruyan saw that Zhao Yao was so calm, but he was a little confused about the situation and said: "Chi country must have picked first-class experts. There is a huge gap between female soldiers and male soldiers in physical strength. If the two are in the form of strength The game, it's not fair."

If you answer questions in the exam or something, the IQ of men and women are about the same.But if you compare purely based on physical strength, if you compare girls to boys, then you must be beaten for the sake of being beaten.

"Fair?" Zhao Yao held the chopsticks and divided the soft and glutinous stewed meat in the porcelain plate into small pieces, then picked up a small plate and put small portions in front of her, "Do you really think there is fairness in this world?"

Wen Ruyan ate a small piece of meat and said, "Of course there are."

Zhao Yao smiled and asked: "Then why is there such a smell of rich wine and meat, and the road is frozen to death?"

"It's because the rich and the rich would rather waste food than give it to the poor."

"Since the food belongs to rich people, how to dispose of it is naturally arranged by the rich people. What can you do with them?"

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yaoying: "Although I can't do anything, but you are the emperor, can't you order those rich and noble families to donate the food that they can't eat to the people?"

"I can do this, but that would violate the fairness you said earlier."

"What?" Wen Ruyan felt that he was being surrounded by Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao took a sip of her tea and responded, "Why do you think rich people obey my orders?"

"Of course it's because you are the Empress of the Southern Kingdom."

"You are right, I am the emperor, and the rich and the rich are the subjects. They can only obey, but there is no fairness between the two." Wen Ruyan was at a loss, "Do you still believe that there is fairness in the world?"

Wen Ruyan was a little speechless for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I believe, but what you said makes sense, and fairness requires everyone to be equal."

In feudal society, people were divided into countless classes, and there were even slaves who were not even considered human beings. Naturally, it was unfair.

After Zhao Yao ate a small piece of stewed meat, she felt a little greasy, so she picked up the teacup and took a sip before responding: "I let the female soldiers compete with the generals of the Chi Kingdom, so why don't I give them equal opportunities? "

"But this unequal physical fitness test is too cruel."

"Cruel?" Zhao Yao didn't follow the words, but turned to ask, "Then do you think it's not cruel for a woman to live for her father, live for her husband, and die for her son?"

Wen Ruyan didn't answer, because Zhao Yao's words were not wrong, many women were bound by invisible iron chains all their lives, and they never got rid of it until they died.

"You're right. For them, this might be the best choice." Wen Ruyan reached out to pick up some vegetables, and then stuffed them into his mouth with the rice.

It was rare to see her so obedient, Zhao Yao was still a little uncomfortable, looked at her several times and said: "If you want to give them fairness, you must let them face cruelty bloody, so that they can be one step closer to fairness."

Wen Ruyan responded awkwardly: "I know, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm afraid you'll get angry. After all, this is an outsider's business. There's no need to cause trouble between you and me." Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan tenderly and said.

"You look down on me too much, do I have such a bad temper?" Wen Ruyan angrily picked up a large piece of meat and put it on Zhao Yao's bowl and read.

Obviously Zhao Yao is the most irritating person on weekdays.

Holding the chopsticks, Zhao Yao divided the stewed meat into small pieces and said softly, "You are not bad, but you are not very good. Sometimes you are more noisy than a kitten, but as long as it is you, I like it very much."

Wen Ruyan blushed when she was told that Zhao Yao had become more and more clingy recently.

"Eat well when you eat, and don't look at me so strangely."

"Strange?" Zhao Yao looked at the man with red earlobe, smiled with slightly raised lips and said nothing.

In the summer evening, the residual heat didn't dissipate but made it even more sweltering. When Zhang Youmou returned to Zhang's mansion in a sedan chair, he passed a restaurant and saw many soldiers of the Chi State entering to drink, and his brows frowned.

Seeing Zhang Youmou's sedan chair entering the front yard, Gu Lan sat up from the recliner and stepped forward to meet him.

The two went to the main hall together. Gu Lan raised her hand and wiped Zhang Youmou's side face with a handkerchief and said, "It's getting worse day by day. I have someone prepare a medicinal soup. You go and wash it first."

"Okay." Zhang Youmou was thinking about something, and followed him into the room in a very dull manner.

Gu Lan asked the maid to back down, closed the door again, turned around and saw someone standing beside the tub in a daze, thinking that she was really a bookworm.

Thinking about what Song and Gu had said earlier, Zhang Youmou became a little suspicious, and couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong. Unexpectedly, it suddenly became cold in front of him, and subconsciously regained his senses.

"Lan'er, you..." Zhang Youmou leaned on the bathtub, watching his outer official robes had been taken off at some point, his inner clothes were slightly open, and the belt was being pulled between Gu Lan's fingers.

"I think you're trying to get lost, so I have no choice but to help you." Gu Lan looked at the blushing man with a smile in her eyes, and couldn't help but soft-hearted and slightly stepped forward, hugging the overly slender man, "You, what were you thinking just now?"

Zhang Youmou couldn't move forward or retreat, and responded with a blushing low voice: "No, I didn't think about anything."

The room was surrounded by mist, and Zhang Youmou looked down at the person nestled in his arms, feeling a little hot and tense. It had been a long time since she let go of her hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lan'er water should be cold."

"I knew you were an idiot." Gu Lan looked sadly at the ignorant wood, slightly tiptoed and pecked her lips before letting go.

Zhang Youmou stared blankly, but his heart beat even faster. It could be seen that Gu Lan, who was focused on arranging her clothes, had no choice but to step forward and nestle in the bathtub.

Gu Lan stretched out her hand to roll up the broken hair scattered around her ears, her cheeks were still a little flushed, whether it was from the mist or because she was too proactive and intimate just now.

After the two came out from the inner room, the servant girl prepared the dishes in the pavilion, and Zhang Youmou lowered his head to eat the dishes arranged by Gu Lan.

When the moon was in the sky, Zhang Youmou and Gu Lan were enjoying the coolness in the pavilion. The night wind was a little stuffy and not cool. Gu Lan leaned against the rail with a round fan in his hand to fan Zhang Youmou who was reviewing the memorial.

"Does Your Majesty really want the female soldiers to compete with the brave and skilled soldiers of the Chi State?" Gu Lan approached and asked.

Zhang Youmou paused his writing and replied: "Well, and it has been ordered to publish the announcement to the people of the southern country."

Gu Lan thought for a while and asked: "Then what are the competitions?"

"This time the competition is more complicated, ranging from bare-handed martial arts, to the common competition of horse riding and archery, and I heard that there will also be a competition of hundreds of weapons and sharp blades. In the end, the total score will determine the outcome of the two countries."

"Why do I feel that His Majesty's thoughts are a little unfathomable?"

Gu Lan raised her brows lightly, and she had a certain style of her own.

Zhang Youmou stopped writing slightly and turned his head to look at Gu Lan. He wanted to answer, but when he saw the bright moonlight beside her, he suddenly forgot to answer.

Different from Zhang Youmou, Gu Lansheng's face is as soft as water. When Zhang Youmou first saw her, he felt that this woman was really soft and charming to the bone.

It was probably because the moonlight was so bright and moving that Zhang Youmou couldn't bear to look away as he stared at it obsessively.

Seeing this approaching, Gu Lan held the handkerchief between her fingers and lightly threw it in front of Zhang Youmou with a smile, "Why are you so dazed?"

"Lan'er, you look better now." Zhang Youmou held the handkerchief in his hand and never wanted to say anything.

"You're just reacting now, you're too dazed." Gu Lan looked at the blushing person affectionately, stretched her arms around the idiot and licked his lips lightly.

Zhang Youmou reacted and raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, then shyly looked away and replied, "Lan'er, I still have official work to review."

Gu Lan thought of this man's thin skin, so she didn't make too much teasing, just sat quietly on one side and said, "I see your memorials, why don't you let the left and right servants help you deal with them?"

"The servants are all children of the Song family. I don't trust them very much, so I can only take care of them myself." Zhang Youmou responded with a pen and ink.

"I think that Zhang Wen is not bad, but you want to leave it to Zhao Rong. Right now, you don't have a trusted person by your side. Isn't this a pain for yourself?" Gu Lan complained that she was too stubborn and felt sorry for her for staying up late at night.

Zhang Youmou opened the memorial and responded: "This time the imperial examinations, Song Lang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, arranged to be transferred to other departments, and I have no one to use."

Gu Lan raised her hand and lightly fanned the wind, thinking: "Song Lang is a meticulous and low-key person, and he is really not easy to deal with. Compared with him, Song Qing is really a little grasshopper."

"Little grasshopper?" Zhang Youmou couldn't help but think of what Song Qing had done in court when he heard this, and asked with a smile, "Why is he a little grasshopper?"

"Haven't you heard that the grasshopper after autumn can't jump for a few days?" Gu Lan responded with a smile.

Seeing Gu Lan smile, Zhang Youmou couldn't help but his cheeks became hot again. He looked down at the memorial, for fear of making her make fun of him again.

The two people in Fangtingyuan were full of affection, but it was a different scene in Chaotian Hall.

The little milk cat was lying on the desk, and Zhao Yao didn't hear the sound for a while, only to realize that she seemed to be asleep.

There was a lot of cicadas chirping outside the window, Zhao Yao closed the memorial, stepped closer and stretched her arms to gently support the little milk cat buried in the memorial.

Perhaps it was because it was too hot, the little milk cat was hotter than in winter, Zhao Yao raised her hand and rubbed her little head, and put her on the bed.

After a simple wash, Zhao Yao immediately lay down, the little milk cat curled up next to the pillow, holding its soft tail with two fleshy claws and refused to let go.

Zhao Yao looked sideways at the small lump, and pinched the soft paws very lightly with her fingertips, but the little milk cat didn't respond at all.

From night to daybreak, Wen Ruyan woke up slowly, only to realize that she was lying on the side of Zhao Yao's face, and she couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

Do you always sleep in such a weird sleeping position?

After carefully slipping down from Zhao Yao's cheek, the little milk cat poked its head to see the light outside the window, raised its paw hesitantly and tapped Zhao Yao's face lightly.

Zhao Yao frowned slightly and raised her hand to pinch her claws, saying, "You woke up really early today."

"Meow."

The little milk cat approached, Zhao Yao opened his eyes and saw a magnified fleshy face, raised his hand to hold the fleshy cheek with a smile in his eyes and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Meow." Wen Ruyan really didn't want to do anything, it's just that he couldn't move because his paw was caught.

Not only did the claws not come out, but the face was also mutilated, Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao heartbroken and yelled several times.

Zhao Yao gently embraced the soft mass with her arms, rubbed the soft hair on her cheeks and whispered, "Why are you so soft?"

amount……

How should I answer this?

Wen Ruyan tried to struggle, but it didn't work. He could only wait for Zhao Yao to let go of his clutches.

Fortunately, because of the morning court today, Wen Ruyan was able to escape from the clutches of the devil.

The imperial palace was still cool in the morning, but the court affairs were very troublesome.

Due to the sweltering weather, Wen Ruyan was more lazy than usual, and the thick official robes really had to cover her rash.

The more he thought about it, the more itchy he felt, Wen Ruyan rubbed the ink with one hand, and scratched the back of his neck with the other.

Zhao Yao was just listening to the ministers talking about the state affairs, but she didn't expect to catch a glimpse of Wen Ruyan's large red rash on her neck. Seeing that the more she scratched, the redder it became, she subconsciously said, "Don't scratch."

Song Qing, who was arguing with Su Hao, suddenly quieted down. Zhang Youmou thought that the empress was unhappy, but it can be seen that the empress just looked at Xueshi Wen and pretended not to see it.

It was rare that the hall was suddenly quiet, Zhao Yao immediately realized something was wrong, and said without changing her expression: "I'm a little tired, let's come here today."

"Yes." Several cabinet ministers then withdrew from the side hall.

Wen Ruyan was still a little puzzled as to why he finished copying so quickly today.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yao approached, raised her hand and lightly touched the back of her neck and said with a slight frown, "You've scratched your skin."

"Broken skin?" Wen Ruyan took out a copper mirror with a small handle from his sleeve to take a picture, only to see a large area of ​​red rash, "No wonder I always feel very itchy."

Zhao Yao held the hand that was about to be grasped again, led her into the side hall and said sideways: "I'll apply some medicine to you, so it won't itch."

Wen Ruyan saw that there were no palace people in the room, so he stretched out his hand to untie his belt, and took off the heavy official robe.

When Zhao Yao turned around with the ointment in hand, she saw her only in her unlined clothes, lazily waving a round fan and nestling on the bamboo couch.

Zhao Yao approached slowly, only to see her stretching out her hand to scratch from the hem of her clothes, muttering with a slight frown on her delicate brows: "This back won't grow all the way."

"Let me take a look." Zhao Yao sat down sideways, gently opened a corner of her fingertips, and saw many red rashes on the white jade skin, and then frowned, "Mmm."

Wen Ruyan didn't shy away from pulling off his clothes and lying on the bamboo couch, he said: "The weather is too hot."

Looking at the half-covered person, Zhao Yao couldn't help feeling dry and tight in her throat, and lightly applied the cool ointment on her fingertips.

But he couldn't help but look elsewhere. He was busy with government affairs these days, so he gave her a little cold shoulder.

Unknowingly, the palm shifted, Wen Ruyan pressed it and responded, "Don't think that our friendship can make you fish in troubled waters."

"Isn't our friendship okay?" Zhao Yao watched with a slight smile, although she didn't really want to be intimate with her in the daytime, she still couldn't help teasing a few words.

Wen Ruyan responded with a soft snort, "I won't give it to you for nothing."

Zhao Yao took advantage of the situation and lay down on her side, pushed back the thin hair on her cheek with her fingertips, leaned closer and lightly pecked her soft lips and said, "Is there any difference between us?"

"You, there's something on your mind that you're hiding from me." Wen Ruyan lightly bit the face that leaned forward.

The sudden words made Zhao Yao feel a little overwhelmed. She looked at Wen Ruyan with flickering eyes and asked, "Is there anything I can't hide from you?"

Wen Ruyan raised his hand and pulled at his clothes and lightly fastened his belt tightly in response: "Then tell me about your mother, okay?"

"I don't remember much about my mother anymore."

"Then you just say you remember." Wen Ruyan stretched out his arms to embrace Zhao Yao, not wanting her to just avoid the topic.

Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan hesitantly and said, "Why do you suddenly want to know about my mother?"

If it is because of Zhao Yao's sleepwalking, it is probably unlikely, Wen Ruyan can only explain in a roundabout way: "I heard that your mother was a beauty from the South, so I want to hear about her."

"Mother looks really good-looking, but I can't remember her appearance anymore, how do you ask me to describe it to you?" Zhao Yao didn't want to recall those incomplete past, as long as she grasped the person in front of her now, then Will suffice.

"Then what do you often do with your mother?"

Wen Ruyan wanted to bring the topic to something related to swings, but Zhao Yao just responded dully: "Mostly they are reading, learning to read and write, and maybe there is nothing besides horseback riding and archery."

"Don't you all relax?" Wen Ruyan raised his hand to caress Zhao Yao's slightly frowning brows, already feeling that she was suppressing her emotions.

Zhao Yao looked straight at Wen Ruyan and said, "What exactly do you want to know?"

This look was different from the usual trust, full of suspicion and defense, Wen Ruyan couldn't help but pause.

Zhao Yao, who is now in the position of emperor, what else is there to worry about?

"I want to know your heart." Wen Ruyan raised his hand to cover Zhao Yao's eyes, approached and pecked the cold thin lips, "Can you tell me, what is in your heart?"

"I only have you in my heart." Zhao Yao responded in a low voice, pursing her thin lips.

Wen Ruyan didn't expect to hear such nasty words, and looked at Zhao Yaoying with reddened cheeks: "Then tell me what you went through when you were young, okay?"

In the past, Wen Ruyan didn't think too much about it, so that Wen Ruyan ignored many details, such as why Zhao Yao was afraid of water, why she hated wearing chains around her neck, and even suffered from sleepwalking.

Zhao Yao raised her hand to hold Wen Ruyan's hand, carefully placed it on her lips, lightly pecked her palm a few times, and said with an extremely calm expression: "Sorry, I forgot about the past."

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao who was close at hand, but sounded like Zhao Yao who was far away: "You don't want to, right?"

The two have been together for so many years, Zhao Yao's memory has always been excellent, unless he deliberately ignores it, at least there will be some impressions.

"Then do you like swings?" Wen Ruyan asked hesitantly.

Zhao Yao felt as if she was shivering from the cold like a winter night, did she discover her old illness?

The thoughtful Zhao Yao held Wen Ruyan's shoulders and asked in a low voice, "What do you know?"

The force was so severe that Wen Ruyan frowned in pain, suddenly Zhao Yao lost her previous calmness and fell into a kind of frenzy.

Sure enough, Zhao Yao deliberately concealed her illness from herself.

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