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Premature milk cats are very fragile, starvation and food accumulation may kill the cat, but it is very difficult to grasp the appropriate amount from a cat that cannot communicate, even Ye Wang who has spiritual vision is no good Method.

Just like many human toddlers only complain of stomach ache when they are sick, kittens don’t know how to express discomfort, so Ye Wang can only adopt the method of eating less and more meals, feeding it once every two hours, and pressing the stomach properly twice. It was only then that he and Cai Cai spent the life-threatening milk cat period together without even guessing.During that time, it was not only lactose-intolerant pickles, Ye Wang was also suffering. No matter how tired he was, he had to get up every two hours to feed the cat. Sometimes when the little guy was in a good mood, he had to endure sleepiness Play with it for a while.

Now that the pickles are full moon, Ye Wang's heart is mostly at ease, but Cai Cai, who has been spoiled, has developed the habit of eating 6 meals a day.It was good to have servants during the day, but at night, the only one who shared the room with Cai Cai was Ye Wang himself, and it was difficult for him to sleep well.

Pickle is now the time to grow your body, even if there is no strenuous activity, you will feel hungry after a while.Around two o'clock in the morning, Pickle, whose stomach was rumbling and uncomfortable, opened his eyes. It slid down from Ye Wang's buttocks lying on his side, yawned and ran to the pillow.

snort snort snort...

The little milk cat purred loudly and approached Ye Wang's face. It first sniffed the corner of [Mother's] mouth, and found that there was no smell of food, then turned its head and rubbed its head against Ye Wang's face.

Mom, Cai Cai is hungry.

Ye Wang, who was sleeping soundly, frowned. Seeing that he hadn't woken up, Pickle gave him a hard nod with his head again.The unfaded soft lanugo rubbed Ye Wang's mouth, and some even ran into his nose. Ye Wang, who was in a drowsy sleep, stretched out his hand and pushed the cat's head aside, and turned over with the quilt.Seeing that her mother moved and her snoring became louder, Xiancai stepped on Wang Ye's hair and rubbed his forehead across the pillow.

Mommy mommy……

After being tormented like this, Ye Wang finally woke up, but his eyes were very dry and could not be fully opened.He sat up with his eyes half-closed, and was dazed for a while before turning his head to look at the kitten who was pulling his sleeves, and resigned himself to get up to steam the fish.At this time, there is no kitten food, and all the food is fresh. In the midsummer, it will go bad if left for a while, so it can only be made fresh every time.

Using yin and yang techniques to cook small pieces of fish, Ye Wang and pickles yawned together. Now it's better than purely breastfeeding. Shikigami will sneak back to milk the cat when the time comes.Rubbing his temples, Ye Wang thought that he was really sleepy, and he should save another shikigami to cook cat food.

Put the boiled fish pieces into the cat's milk brought back by Shikigami to cool down, and Ye Wang put it in front of the pickles. The little guy has circled him more than a dozen times, and finally got what he wanted Wish, even the tail stood up happily.

Closing his sore eyes, Ye Wang leaned back on the bunk, and soon fell asleep again.

There is no sleepiness after eating and drinking enough pickles. Cats are nocturnal creatures, so they are full of energy and have no intention of resting at all.It sniffed around Ye Wang's face, meowed twice, but without getting a response, it turned around the room on its own.

Although he is a great onmyoji with great power, King Ye's bedroom is very simple, without any elegant decorations, only rows of books compiled in Chinese.The Yin-Yang Dao originated from the country across the sea, but after the abolition of the self-dispatch of the Tang Dynasty, it has become much more difficult to obtain the things of the Han people, not to mention such precious classics, and the other side is unwilling to leak too much.Of course, the ambitious Ye Wang is unwilling to have a half-knowledge of Yin-Yang and Five Elements like others. He has mastered maritime merchants, and even controlled and bewitched monsters and gods on both sides for his own use. He has dug a large number of precious collections from the Song Dynasty.Now these materials are sorted into new volumes, sewn with thick thread, and stacked on top of the cabinet.

Pickle has a fondness for books piled up in rows, it jumps to the top of the books, shows its small pointed claws, and begins to sharpen its claws with the compact pages that are squeezed together.Pull, pull, pull... This feeling is really great!Mom's house has such a nice scratching post!

Only when the top of the booklet became tattered did Pickle jump down from it.After all, it was a kitten. Its physical strength was exhausted quickly, and Cai Cai was so sleepy again. At this time, it finally remembered the shit-shoveling officer who was left aside by itself.

Ye Wang had fallen asleep again at this moment, and the pickles stepped on his stomach without waking him up.Finding a comfortable position in front of [Mom], pickled cabbage's buttocks were facing Ye Wang's face in a circle, her chin rested on her paws, and she closed her eyes.

Good night, mom.

...

The ancients were superstitious, and they were especially cautious in the Heian era. When men wake up, they should silently recite the affiliated stars in the Big Dipper, check the calendar to confirm good and bad luck, and worship gods and Buddhas before starting a day's life. In addition, they must pay attention to what to avoid Violation taboo.Of course, these things are extremely ridiculous to Ye Wang himself, and he never takes them seriously, but as an onmyoji, it is also his responsibility to solve and maintain them.

At six o'clock in the palace, the palace will be cleaned, that is, the palace will be cleaned and prepared to go to court.Ye Wang, as a Tibetan onmyoji, usually got up at four o'clock to enter the palace, divination good or bad luck for the emperor, and sometimes helped ministers caress things to remove filth.However, besides Ye Wang, there is another Tibetan onmyoji in the palace. It is his turn to be on duty recently. Ye Wang can also relax for a few days, at least he can lie in bed and see the sun the next day.

When Pickle got up again, it was already 06:30 the next day, and the summer sun also woke up early, and now it was hanging lazily in the east like a soft-boiled egg.The nocturnal cat, Yougu Zong, took Shikigami over the wall and returned to the house. After a night of patrol work, it came back and saw the sleeping girl (no). With a warm heart, it stretched out its claws and pulled the imperial curtain open , let the sun shine on the bunk.

The warm sunlight fell on her body, like covering a bed with a soft quilt, so comfortable that Pickle didn't want to open her eyes.Although it woke up a long time ago, it still curled up in the sun, only the tip of its tail dangling happily.It's just so bitter that Ye Wang, who slept on the same pillow as pickles, brushed the tip of his fluffy tail across his face, and woke him up no matter how deeply he slept.

After the drowsiness dissipated, Wang Ye stretched out his finger to press the tip of the tail that was shaking. Pickle didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and the root of the tail was still shaking.Seeing this, Wang Ye pursed the corners of his mouth, held the tail in his hand, and counted the outlines on it.

Many solid-color pastoral cats have slight raccoon patterns when they are young, especially on the tail, and they will turn into solid colors after the lanugo has completely faded.Although Cai Cai is not completely a pure-color cat, under the sunlight, the tail that usually looks pure black also shows circles of inconspicuous patterns.Wang Ye somehow felt that this was very cute, so he pinched the tip of his tail and stared at it for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Pickle finally found that his tail could no longer move. He stood up, turned around and lay down facing King Ye, stretched out his front paws and continued to doze off.Ye Wang propped up one arm to support his head, and pressed his finger on the cat's claw protruding from the pickle with great interest. The little fluffy claw is very cute, but it is not honest at all. Just after pressing it for a while, The cat's claw pulled out from under Ye Wang's index finger, and pressed him under the pad of flesh with his backhand.

Raising his eyebrows, Ye Wang took his index finger out from under the cat's pad, and then pressed the cat's paw.

Cai Cai moved her ears, then drew out her cat's claws, and pressed Ye Wang again.

pressure.

Backpressure!

pressure.

Backpressure!

Pickle was annoyed by tossing back and forth, her two ears were turned back, and her two cat claws stretched out together, directly clasping Ye Wang's palm.

The cat's paw must be on top!

Ye Wang laughed, sat up and hugged the milk cat in his arms, rubbed it and said, "Okay, okay, you win." It's just that pickled vegetables don't like being held when they grow up. Seeing it struggling, Ye Wang put it back on the bed, and said to Gu Zong: "It seems that I have gained something, Gu Zong."

Unlike pickles, which are just mortal cats without spiritual intelligence, Gu Zong is a cat born with spiritual power, and after death, he directly becomes the spirit holder of King Ye.For Ye Wang, it is not only his cat, but also his friend, his only trusted partner.And the stock sect is now busy as King Ye's right-hand man, using the cat's advantage to secretly monitor the undercurrent surging in Kyoto.

Standing up in the sun, the stock sect's expression was not good, it said: "Yinyangliao's subordinates lied to you, the facial sores outside the city have not been controlled, and now 30 people have been possessed in Heyuan. "

"Wrong, stock sect." Ye Wang said with a smile: "The 30 possessed people are all civilians, and the facial sores have indeed been controlled."

"This is wrong, Mr. Ye Wang, every day someone is..."

"There are no nobles, right?" Ye Wang asked back.

"..."

"The life of a commoner is not fate." Ye Wang's smile remained unchanged, and his pair of red pupils were also very calm, but Gu Zong shuddered, only feeling that Ye Wang's witch power became colder and colder.His eyes fell on the outside of the imperial curtain, and he didn't know what he was staring at. He just said, "The fritillary that can drive away human facial sores is much more valuable than the lives of ordinary people." And this precious medicinal material will be cleaned up in large numbers every season. , even if the properties of the medicine are still there, the nobles cannot be allowed to use the old medicine that has been stored for too long.Except for extremely rare ones, of course.

The stockholders just feel powerless. The common people in this country bear heavy taxes, but they don't even get basic guarantees.It was as if it was the power of the whole country to support a few blood-sucking worms.Such a thought flashed by, and the stock sect quickly shook his head and dismissed it, no, it was too extreme.

Wang Ye saw his reaction in his eyes, and pursed the corners of his mouth silently.

The sore on the face was stagnated because the nobles stood by and watched. Instead of embarrassing King Ye, the stock sect ran out to find a solution.Ye Wang, who had a rare vacation, did not go out today, but sat in the courtyard, watching Cai Cai wrestle with his own tail.

At noon, a cloud passed by Kyoto, and a few drops of rain fell.

Ye Wang reached out to catch the raindrops, brought the pickles back to the eaves, and said in a low voice, "The stock master hasn't returned yet." After speaking, he withdrew his hand, wiped the water droplets from his palm, and said to the passing servants: "Yinyangliao warehouse In the grid on the far right, the medicinal materials inside are damp, let someone throw it away."

Soon, a large bag of Fritillaria was thrown outside the city, and was picked up by passing civilians.