A kitten dressed as an empress

The winter snow outside the window kept falling, and the snowflakes drifted all over the sky with the cold wind. Wen Ruyan looked away from the window with the hot tea in his hand.

Zhao Yao usually has a dull temper, even if she is on vacation, reading and practicing calligraphy are like homework, and she never stops.

The charcoal fire was burning on the side, and it creaked softly from time to time, Wen Ruyan sipped the hot tea and said, "I think it's better to take some medicinal soup to help sleep."

Sleeping pills and the like, although there may be some drug dependence, but at least it can make Zhao Yao less wandering around at night, so that her face will not always look extraordinarily pale.

"Okay." Zhao Yao paused writing and replied, looking lightly at the person by the window.

After taking a few doses of medicinal soup, Zhao Yao went to bed early at night for the next few days.

In the morning, Wen Ruyan picked up the red plums that the palace servants had cut from the plum garden, trying to figure out how to arrange them to look good.

The red plums just picked from the branches are cold in winter, and because of the warmth of the hall, the snow on the top has melted into snow water, glowing with crystal clear light.

"Why did you suddenly get the idea to fiddle with it?" Zhao Yao leaned over, her expression seemed very lazy.

"In the snow this winter, there's nothing else to play, so I can only have fun by myself." Wen Ruyan sensed the slight strength on his side, turned his head to look at the people who had gathered most of them and asked, "Is this just used?" Why are you so lethargic after breakfast?"

Zhao Yao embraced Wen Ruyan with her arms behind her, lowered her head slightly as a pillow on her shoulder, and lightly held the small branch of red plums with one hand, saying, "Your plum blossoms are a bit messy, if you want to attract people's attention, you should put the best Put the one plum blossom in the most conspicuous position, and the rest of the plum blossoms can only be used as a foil no matter how beautiful they are."

"I saw that these plum blossoms are all pretty good, but it's really hard to choose just one." Wen Ruyan leaned against Zhao Yao behind him.

"Is it difficult?" Zhao Yao put a plum blossom in her hand into a white porcelain vase, "I think this budding plum is just right."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yao held the small scissors in one hand, took the other blooming plum blossoms, minus some branches and green leaves, and placed them in the bottle in a patchwork manner.

Wen Ruyan looked at the reduced plum blossoms with distress and said: "These flowers are blooming very well, why did you cut them all?"

Zhao Yao picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped her hands soaked in snow water: "Flowers still need green leaves to support them. Even the best plums, if they are overwhelming, then they should be pruned well. Otherwise, how can we praise red plums without fear?" Gao Jie who blooms alone in severe cold?"

Although the flowers arranged by Zhao Yao are indeed much prettier than before, but compared with the remaining flowers on the table, they are even more cruel. Wen Ruyan tidied up the remaining petals, sat up straight in Zhao Yao's arms, and responded: "I think natural beauty is good, otherwise If you cut it off like you do, I'm afraid the plum blossoms in the garden won't suit you."

Wen Ruyan put the plum blossoms in this white porcelain vase by the window, and then simply put the remaining branches of plum blossoms aside in another white porcelain vase with a slender neck.

Comparing the two places, they are more conspicuous. Zhao Yao felt that the flowers she placed should be excellent, but she seemed dissatisfied, so she didn't mention it again.

The hall was very quiet, and she didn't even think of the sound of footsteps. Zhao Yao hugged the person reading the script beside her as if in a state of distress.

Not long after, she was a little drowsy, Wen Ruyan raised her hand to flip through the script, but she was hugged tightly, only then did she realize that something was wrong.

In the past years, I have never seen Zhao Yao so sleepy, Wen Ruyan was puzzled and turned her head to look at Zhao Yao who was hugging her.

Because she didn't go to court, Zhao Yao only made a simple bun, with her long hair hanging down to her side. This vermilion robe made her look extra tender, with fine dragon patterns outlined by fine golden threads, the picture was very lifelike, It was still shining golden under the bright light.

Although he was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed, even people who don't know their identities would secretly slow down their steps if they saw such an exquisite picture, lest they would be disturbed.

The two had slept together for many years, Wen Ruyan couldn't remember when she got up, Zhao Yao had to embrace her to get used to falling asleep, and this is the embarrassing situation right now.

It's easy to disturb her, but if you don't move, you have already read the first part, and you can't get up and get the second part that is placed elsewhere.

Wen Ruyan had no choice but to let go of the thought of getting up, and raised her hand to press down the quilts of the two of them carefully. With her fingertips, she gently held a strand of hair next to Zhao Yao's cheek, and braided it into a small braid.

When the light in the hall dimmed slightly, Zhao Yao woke up slowly. The person in her arms was still asleep. When she raised her arms and slowly stood up, she realized that she had a strand of fine hair entwined with her in a braid.

Zhao Yao looked at it in a daze, raised her hand to hold the braid and stopped the thought of getting up, only carefully hugged the person in front of her, and lowered her head to lightly peck the soft lips that were pouting slightly.

"Don't, I was kissed." Wen Ruyan was sleeping beautifully, but he was a little breathless in the end, so he naturally knew who the perpetrator was.

Wen Ruyan raised his hand to cover Zhao Yao's lips and said, "Kiss again, I'll bite you."

"You made this up?" Zhao Yao asked, stroking the braid with her fingertips.

"Yes." Wen Ruyan turned his head to look at the person nestled on one side, his head still a little confused.

"You are not allowed to play tricks as a married couple." Zhao Yao lightly tapped Wen Ruyan's nose with her fingertips, and wrapped her arms slightly tightly around the defenseless person.

In fact, it was just to pass the boring time, Wen Ruyan wanted to say this, but seeing the love flowing in Zhao Yao's eyes, he could only acquiesce with a cheeky face.

If you don't let it, it's probably a bit sad.

"Which of us is the husband and which is the wife?" Wen Ruyan asked after thinking about this.

Zhao Yao suppressed a smile and responded, "Do you still want to be a husband?"

Hearing these words made people angry, Wen Ruyan turned over and looked down at Zhao Yao who was lying on her back and asked, "Why can't I be a husband?"

"It's about our height." Zhao Yao suppressed a smile, raised her hand to lightly wrap her arms around the back of the person in front of her, and replied affectionately.

When Wen Ruyan heard it, she was full of rebuttals, but she didn't want to be knocked down by this fact, and almost couldn't get up.

"That Zhang Youmou is taller than her wife, but isn't she the one being bullied?" Wen Ruyan recalled seeing the imprint on Zhang Youmou's collar, and thought she must be the one below.

Zhao Yao probed and pecked the unconvinced little mouth, "How do you know about Zhang Youmou's bed?"

Because the distance was too close, Wen Ruyan couldn't dodge in time, so she was forced to accept Zhao Yao's intimacy, and replied with a serious face: "This is my intuition as a "husband", you don't understand."

"Intuition?" Zhao Yao suppressed a smile, pinching the soft flesh of Wen Ruyan's cheek with her fingertips, "I think you're just making it up."

"You don't believe it?" Wen Ruyan raised his head and angrily refused to be kissed, raised his hand to hold Zhao Yao's hand resting on his cheek, and lightly bit his mouth, "Anyway, I must be right."

Zhao Yao looked at the tooth marks on her index finger, and her eyes lightly circled Wen Ruyan's palm with deep meaning: "If Zhang Youmou is not what you said, then what should you do?"

Wen Ruyan snorted softly and said, "I'll do as you please at night!"

This game is really a gamble of wealth and life.

"Okay, you have to keep your word."

Zhang Youmou, who was originally on vacation, received an edict from the palace lady early in the morning, and the empress invited him to a banquet.

Gu Lan held the meat porridge and handed it to Zhang Youmou: "Why can't I understand the deep meaning of this agreement?"

Zhang Youmou frowned and thought about it, "Lan'er, it's inconvenient to accompany you because you said you were sick, so I'll go to the appointment alone."

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Lan raised her hand and stroked Zhang Youmou's brow, "Now that the court is short of people, even if the rabbit is dead, the empress will not do it now."

"I also know, but I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

The queen's situation is a bit unpredictable, which makes Zhang Youmou even more uneasy.

Gu Lan was holding the meat porridge, holding a wooden spoon in one hand and holding the porridge to Zhang Youmou's mouth, and said, "What are you afraid of? If you come, you will be safe. I will follow you into the capital and make preparations. Besides, even if you are in trouble, I will take care of you." Nor will I live alone."

The two of them went to the palace for a banquet at night, but Zhang Youmou still had lingering fears. Things in the courtroom were changing rapidly, especially when Gu Lan was involved, a person who was calm and calm on weekdays was also out of control.

Zhao Yao held the wine cup between her fingers and looked at Zhang Youmou's wife.

This woman's name is Gu Lan, and she is the younger sister of Gu Feng, the Minister of the Household Department. She has the outstanding appearance of a weak woman.

Wen Ruyan on the side borrowed a drink and leaned closer and said softly, "What are you doing staring at Mrs. Zhang for so long?"

Originally thought that Zhao Yao would think of some way to test it, but she didn't think it was just a banquet.

Zhao Yao took a sip of her wine and responded, "I want to see how she looks."

Wen Ruyan was speechless for a moment, it was like seeing a doctor.

Zhang Youmou naturally sensed that the empress looked at Gu Lan's gaze frequently, and couldn't help but feel confused. Could it be that the empress fell in love with his wife?

After all, the empress has now made the daughter of the Song family a noble concubine, and the common people will not be surprised if there are rumors of having an affair with the woman.

Compared to Zhang Youmou's uneasiness, Gu Lan was very frank, drank several glasses of wine, tilted his head and smiled and said, "Why are you so nervous?"

"I..." Zhang Youmou scrupled that there were palace guards around him, so he couldn't express his confusion directly.

Wen Ruyan sized up the drunk Mrs. Zhang and couldn't help but sigh: "She can drink really well."

Zhao Yao raised her hand and gently twisted Wen Ruyan's hand. Wen Ruyan looked at it puzzled, picked up the jug, poured a glass of wine and said, "What are you doing?"

"What did you praise her for?"

amount……

Ask knowingly.

"I exaggerated that Madam is good-looking, didn't you hear?" Wen Ruyan replied teasingly.

Zhao Yao glanced at Wen Ruyan sadly, and fell on Zhang Youmou, who seemed to be overwhelmed by alcohol. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. She probably guessed the wrong person.

Zhang Youmou usually argues with the officials in the court hall, but he is distracted frequently when he sees his wife.

When the banquet was over, Zhang Youmou left the hall with Gu Lan's support.

"Are you letting them go?"

"Don't let them go, is it possible that you want me to spy on their love in bed?"

Wen Ruyan thought for a while, and felt that it was really not feasible, so he asked, "Then do you still think Zhang Youmou is your husband?"

Zhao Yao played with the wine cup between her fingers and asked, "How did you see Gu Lan?"

"I didn't see Gu Lan, but Zhang Youmou is not a good drinker, so I can see it."

"Zhang Youmou is an extremely cautious person. The Ministry of Rites is not only responsible for the scientific research in the southern country, but also for the communication with other countries. Naturally, banquets and banquets are inevitable, but she has never been drunk."

"Really?" Wen Ruyan thought of Zhang Youmou who was slightly drunk just now, and realized belatedly, "Is she pretending to be drunk?"

Zhao Yao took a sip of her wine and responded, "Yes."

Coming out of the palace gate, Zhang Youmou was supported by Gu Lan into the sedan chair, but he still didn't make a sound.

Gu Lan embraced Zhang Youmou lightly with her arms and bowed her head to kiss several times. Seeing that the person hadn't responded yet, she bit her cheek and smiled, "How long are you going to pretend?"

Zhang Youmou opened his eyes with reddened cheeks and said, "Lan'er, don't bite."

"I was surprised before. Today you only ate a few glasses of wine, why did you get drunk?" Gu Lan approached affectionately, raised her hand to cover Zhang Youmou's hand, white mist overflowed from her nose due to the cold weather, "this empress Apart from looking at me, you don't say anything, what are you worried about?"

"I'm afraid..." Zhang Youmou looked at Gu Lan hesitantly, but he didn't know how to say it. He paused for a moment before he said, "I think the empress is hosting a banquet for you today."

Seeing that Zhang Youmou's cheeks were flushed, Gu Lan couldn't help laughing, "Are you afraid that I won't be able to enter the palace as a concubine?"

Zhang Youmou remained silent, and Gu Lan lightly pecked her tight lips and replied, "I don't want to be a concubine, and even though the empress wears eye gauze, the empress's biological mother was once a beauty in the capital, so the empress should also have an outstanding appearance." Very well, there should be no need to be infatuated with a married woman like me, so don't think about it."

"Hey, that's what you said." Zhang Youmou also felt that maybe he was worrying too much.

After all, the Empress and Scholar Wen have always had a close relationship, so logically there should be no other variables.

At night, Wen Ruyan exposed his head outside the gauze tent, looked at Zhao Yao who had just come out of the bath with a smirk on his face, and said, "Do you still remember that Zhang Youmou was helped out of the hall by Gu Lan when he was drunk?"

Zhao Yao sat in front of the dressing table, holding a wooden comb in one hand to comb her hair: "What's wrong?"

"Gu Lan can support Zhang Youmou with one hand."

The meaning in these words is already very straightforward, Zhao Yao pursed her thin lips and looked at Wen Ruyan who only showed her head, and couldn't help but raised the corners of her lips and smiled: "Then I can hold you with one hand , how should it be calculated?"

Wen Ruyan blushed slightly and replied, "Don't play tricks, if you want to bet, you have to admit defeat."

"Then what do you want to do with me?" Zhao Yao stepped up and approached, raised her hand to gently hold Wen Ruyan's cheek, looked into the bright eyes with a smile and said.

On weekdays, Zhao Yao is usually very calm, even if she occasionally teases and teases, she usually smiles in a low voice, but such a bright smile like the scorching sun is rare.

Wen Ruyan looked at Ying hopelessly: "It's cold outside, you come up first."

The quilt was very comfortable with Wen Ruyan's warmth. Zhao Yao lay down on her side, and saw Wen Ruyan raised her hand to take out a strand of ribbon from the box, and then came closer.

"You didn't count what you said last time, so this is a necessary means to prevent you from attacking me." Wen Ruyan solemnly untied her private belt, and then wrapped the silk belt around Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao looked at the other piece of ribbon tied to the bed rail with a restrained smile, and replied, "Then you have to hurry up."

Wen Ruyan leaned over and approached, lightly pecked Zhao Yao's thin lips, and said with eyes full of light, "I will definitely let you call me sister to listen today!"

The night was long and the cold wind was raging, but the Chaotian Palace was extremely peaceful. When dawn came, the palace people came out to clean the courtyard one after another.

The long candles in the hall had already burned to the end, and when Zhao Yao woke up with a slight frown, she just noticed the discomfort in her throat.

When he subconsciously wanted to reach out, he realized that the ribbon on his wrist had not been untied, so he had to raise his head to untie the ribbon.

Due to the slight upward movement, the quilt slid down a little bit, and even the black hair hanging down could not cover the red marks. Zhao Yao raised her hand and gently rubbed her wrist, looking sideways at the person nestled in her arms.

At the beginning of last night, she had a lot of fun, Zhao Yao only remembered that this man teased her and insisted on calling her sister, but because of her stubbornness, she never got what she wanted, and in the end she didn't know if it was too tired or because of other reasons, but she didn't know how to end it It lost its meaning.

Zhao Yao stretched out her hand to brush away the fine hair that was blocking her cheek, gently pressed her palm against her fair and tender cheek, and lifted a corner of the quilt.

It was probably the light that made her uncomfortable, her brows were furrowed, and she woke up not long after.

Wen Ruyan frowned and said, "Don't move, my bones hurt right now."

"Who told you to be intemperate at night and insist on making trouble with me?" Zhao Yao pursed her lips and said with a smile, gently supported her with one hand, moved her closer, lowered her head and lightly pecked her forehead.

"You still mentioned last night?" Wen Ruyan's heart collapsed when he remembered that Zhao Yao fell asleep in the end.

Zhao Yao replied very blankly: "I didn't fight back last night."

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but when you talk about it, you get angry. When Wen Ruyan thought of how hard she worked, Zhao Yao fell asleep.

Zhao Yao suddenly took a deep breath, looked puzzled at Wen Ruyan who was biting herself, and said, "Why are you biting me?"

Wen Ruyan's head was buried under the blanket and he replied, "Are my skills that bad?"

"What?" Zhao Yao raised her hand and gently opened her mouth, pinching her ear with her fingertips.

"You fell asleep right away last night." Wen Ruyan poked out half of his head.

Zhao Yao reacted in a daze, and couldn't help but respond with a smile on her face: "That may be because of the medicinal soup."

"Really?" Wen Ruyan approached and hugged Zhao Yao, trying to tell the truth from her eyes.

"I won't lie to you, maybe I'm just too sleepy." Zhao Yao raised her hand to press the gap in the bedding, a little greedy for the warmth of the person in her arms, and hugged her slightly tightly.

For this reason, Zhao Yao coaxed for a long time, and then the two got up from the bed.

It was rare that the snow stopped in the morning, so Wen Ruyan and Zhao Yao went out of the hall to enjoy the snow scene in the pavilion.

The Chaotian Palace is bigger than Wen Ruyan imagined, and the lake next to the water pavilion is especially vast. It freezes in winter, and at a glance, it is impossible to tell which is the shore and which is the lake.

Wen Ruyan stepped on the snow and asked, "Are you deliberately setting it up as a scene of mountains and forests?"

"En." Zhao Yao was afraid that she would be thinking about the scene outside the palace, so she asked people to expand the original Chaotian Palace several times, and redesigned the landscape of the palace.

If it weren't for the outermost vermilion palace wall, this place would be a paradise.

The two had lunch in the lakeside hut, Wen Ruyan looked at the furnishings inside, holding a hand warmer in his hand, how could he not know that Zhao Yao just wanted to stay in the palace with peace of mind.

If there is no feeling, it is naturally impossible, Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao and said, "You don't need to spend so much time on me, I feel a little sorry."

Most modern people's love starts quickly, but ends even faster. Wen Ruyan never thought that Zhao Yao would silently do this for herself.

What's more, Zhao Yao is the empress, if she really wants to be accompanied, she doesn't need to ask the big family to send her to the palace.

"Don't you like it?" Zhao Yao seldom saw Wen Ruyan's serious appearance, so she couldn't help feeling a little worried. Could it be that she didn't do well enough?

Wen Ruyan could clearly see the worry in Zhao Yao's eyes, and couldn't help but think of Zhao Yao's expression when he mentioned the swing.

Although the current Zhao Yao is a strategic empress, she is also the girl who lacks trust.

Ever since she expressed her liking, she has always wanted to hold on to herself tightly, thinking that she must not let go of herself even if it was coercion or temptation.

For this reason, the two had quarreled and had cold wars, and they always reconciled because of her or their own compromise.

So much so that Wen Ruyan realized that she was sleepwalking when she discovered that Zhao Yao was still an extremely untrustworthy girl.

So Zhao Yao would feel panic about her restless thoughts, and she tried every means to kill her own thoughts.

Sometimes his words and deeds are too aggressive, and can even be said to be tense, but sometimes they are particularly distressing.

Because Zhao Yao never revealed her panic to herself.

"I don't dislike anything, everything is fine here." Wen Ruyan stretched out his hand and poured hot tea to Zhao Yao, "I just don't think you need to spend so much effort, after all, you have to save some money, otherwise if some year Nanguo In a famine year, there may be troubles again."

Zhao Yao took the hot tea and frowned slightly, and responded: "Don't worry, these won't cost much money. As long as you like it, it is enough to build another palace treasury."

Wen Ruyan was almost choked on the tea by the words that were too rich, and met Zhao Yao's tender eyes with reddish cheeks and said, "I didn't mean that, please don't."

"Okay." Zhao Yao responded after seeing this.

After the palace servants prepared the stove, they retreated outside the house. Wen Ruyan was holding slices of meat inside, but because of Zhao Yao's scorching gaze, he had no choice but to ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Holding hot tea in her hand, Zhao Yao responded, "You look good."

Oops, the old man blushed, and Wen Ruyan couldn't say anything else.

When the soup boiled, Wen Ruyan took out the meat slices and put them on a plate and handed them to Zhao Yao, "It's cold today, you should eat some while it's hot."

Zhao Yao picked up the meat slices with chopsticks, dipped them in some sauce, and then ate the meat slices. Wen Ruyan was afraid that she would get tired of eating them, so she added a Qingtan seasoning with vinegar.

"This is a greasy solution, you try it?"

"Okay." Zhao Yao cooperated with dipping some sauce, and nodded slightly, "This tastes better than the previous one."

Sure enough, he is a jealous person, and he likes to be jealous.

Wen Ruyan suppressed a smile and didn't say anything, and added vegetables such as vegetables, tofu, and shiitake mushrooms.

After all, if you should lose weight, you still have to lose weight, otherwise you will cry again next spring.

In this way, when the palace servants removed the dishes in the afternoon, Zhao Yao only ate sliced ​​meat and vegetables in total, while Wen Ruyan took all the remaining meat, vegetables, tofu and the like.

Wen Ruyan was standing by the inner window of the hut watching Feixue, while Zhao Yao looked a little sleepy and half-lyed on the low couch, holding the hand warmer with both hands.

"Are you sleepy?" Wen Ruyan approached and sat on one side, raised her hand to brush away the thin hair on the side of Zhao Yao's face.

Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan with blinking eyes and said, "Why don't you lie down with me?"

"You'll grow fat if you lie down right after eating." Although Wen Ruyan said so, but because of Zhao Yao's eager gaze, he still cooperated with lying on one side.

Seeing Zhao Yao obediently leaning closer and leaning into her arms, the movements were very skillful, Wen Ruyan raised his hand to embrace her back and couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan with reddened cheeks and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Ruyan frowned and responded mischievously, "I won't tell you."

I always feel that Zhao Yao is like a big baby sometimes, if you don't follow her, she has to keep looking at you until you agree with her.

Could this be Zhao Yao's new tactic?

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