Dressed as a palace cat butler

The main hall of Daming Palace, above the main hall.

Fang Tishuang, who was huddled in the arms of Eunuch Qi in charge, raised her head unconsciously, but unfortunately met those eyes that he dared not look at.

The man's gaze was always cold, like the frost on the branch in the morning, cold and thin.

Fang Tishuang shuddered when he saw him, let alone stared at him. He hurriedly looked away, and then shrank his head into Eunuch Qi's arms.

Qi Chunye didn't dare to delay, he quickly brought Fang Tishuang to the front of the imperial court, and then he respectfully put Fang Tishuang on the ground: "Saint, the imperial cat has arrived."

Pei Ye's gaze fell on the kitten unobstructed.

Fang Tishuang, who was being stared at by him, put his eyes sideways, for fear of accidentally meeting his eyes again.

Everyone in the world said that "the emperor's heart is like a needle under the sea", and Fang Tishuang felt the same at this time - he really didn't understand what Pei Ye wanted him to come here for.

His understanding of his original position of "Cat Manager" is to stay in the palace honestly and be an honest mascot who can eat and drink.

But now that he has been promoted to this... the imperial cat who holds the brush, the emperor doesn't really expect a mascot who can't even grasp the brush to hold the brush and ink for him, does he?

Just when he was thinking wildly, unexpectedly, that Eunuch Qi suddenly stepped forward and carried him onto the emperor's desk.

Fang Tishuang twisted her cat's face, and the whole cat was in a strange posture.

"Meow..." He let out a weak cry, which sounded like a cry in the ear of the person.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Chunye handed him an ink ingot. Fang Tishuang could feel that Pei Ye was staring at him, and his mind went blank, so he used his two front paws to hold the ingot in a daze. Ink Ingot held it.

Then Fang Tishuang was stunned again.

No way, he's just a kitten now, he doesn't even have fingers, how does he grind ink?

The point is that Pei Ye still has to stare at him like this, as if waiting for him to move.

His indifferent gaze made Fang Tishuang doubt himself, and he couldn't help but think in a panic: No other cat can grind ink...he can't, can he?

But he has never heard others say, if the raccoon slaves have this ability, what kind of bookboys do those rich people need to hire?Wouldn't it be nice to dry some small fish and take a kitten back?

But after all, Fang Tishuang was young and had little knowledge. After being stared at for so long, she couldn't help but hesitated.

Finally, Fang Tishuang stretched out her two paws tentatively, and then placed the ink ingot in the middle of the inkstone with difficulty.

Immediately, he quietly glanced at the expressions of Pei Ye and Eunuch Qi, and seeing that there was no abnormality on their faces, he continued to grind the ink carefully.

But the action of rubbing the ink was really clumsy, and he accidentally dropped the ink ingot on the ground if he didn't pay attention.

Fang Tishuang shrank back in fear, for fear that Pei Ye would be punished.

But no one spoke here, and the air was terribly cold. When Qi Chunye saw this, he suddenly calmed down the atmosphere and said, "The sage knows the pearl with his eyes, and the master of the two sons is indeed a cat with a spirit. This is really amazing!"

Fang Tishuang was taken aback by his sudden voice, what is a "spirited cat"?He doesn't work...Pei Ye won't find out that Shuang'er is no longer the original cat under his skin, right?

It's over, it's over... Fang Tishuang was afraid, and for some reason stepped her paw into the dark inkstone, one of her front paws was immediately stained black, and the thick ink also splashed onto the brocade-covered inkstone. on the table.

When Eunuch Qi saw him, he was afraid that he would offend the emperor, so he panicked and stretched out his hand to catch him.

Fang Tishuang jumped up, and ran away quickly, without noticing, he pasted a row of black palm prints on the original white floor tiles in front of the imperial court.

He looked back at the woes of the place, and suddenly became even more frightened, so he couldn't help crying out: "Meow meow——"

Wan'er, save me!

It's a pity that Wan'er in the cattery couldn't hear Fang Tishuang's sincere call at all.

The palace people in the hall surrounded him, and finally a strong eunuch lifted him up by holding his two front paws.

Fang Tishuang waved her hind legs in a panic, gritted her fangs fiercely, and started howling non-stop while resisting the eunuch's restraint.

The palace people serving in front of the imperial court all knew that the new emperor was the most noisy. If this little cat continued to toss about like this, they would be punished along with them.

But this little raccoon slave is also the master, and none of them dare to forcefully stop him.

Fortunately, Pei Ye suddenly stopped the farce. There was no anger in his tone, but it was as cold as usual.

He said, "Shuang'er, come here."

As soon as the eunuch put Fang Tishuang down, he immediately stopped calling, and walked towards Pei Yena hesitantly.

Seeing this, Eunuch Qi, who was in charge, hurriedly ordered a few palace servants to fetch water and wipe the floor, and then sent two maidservants to bring warm water to wash Fang Tishuang's paw clean.

The palace people retreated in an orderly manner.

Fang Tishuang stood in front of Pei Ye in a somewhat distorted manner, one of his front paws was slightly raised, and he lowered his head pitifully and stared at the ground.

Soon, the maid carrying a basin of warm water bowed forward and quickly cleaned his dirty front paw.

Ever since Fang Tishuang became a cat, she didn't like to get wet at all, but now Pei Ye was looking at him in front of him, and the maid beside her was not Wan'er who could let him act coquettishly, so he had no choice but to stand still. Let anyone fiddle with it.

After he cleaned his front paws, the young man on the dragon chair finally moved. He took a sachet from his waist, bent slightly, and brought it to Fang Tishuang's nose.

Fang Tishuang subconsciously went up to smell it, and immediately smelled a cool smell. The cat's body seemed to be very keen on smelling this smell. Fang Tishuang immediately raised her spirits, feeling an inexplicable excitement in her heart .

Immediately afterwards, Pei Ye moved the sachet away slowly like teasing a dog, and Fang Tishuang couldn't help following the sachet as if she had been bewitched by something.

By the time he realized that something was wrong with him, Pei Ye had already put away the sachet.

What it is?Fang Tishuang thought a little confused.

After all the fuss just now, Pei Ye didn't even get angry. This is really unusual, something must be weird!

But Fang Tishuang couldn't figure it out, just a kitten like him, could there be anything on him worthy of Pei Ye's covet and use?

In view of the palace people's usual reaction to him, Fang Tishuang thinks that he should be regarded as a good-looking mascot now, and according to human aesthetics, he can probably be called "cute".

So Pei Ye is coveting his beauty?This reason is too far-fetched... Not only does he seem to have no interest in him, but he always looked at him with a slightly disgusted indifference before.

Before he could figure it out, Eunuch Qi carried him to the table again, next to the original inkstone... Why is this going on and on?

Does he look like a cat that can grind ink? !

Fortunately, the emperor had no intention of repeating the old tricks, but said lightly: "That's all."

Pei Ye picked up the brush on the pen shelf: "Chun Ye, you should do it."

Qi Chunye stepped forward with the order, and then, as usual, served the emperor with a pen to grind.

Fang Tishuang, who only has a false name but can't do anything in reality: ...

So what on earth is he here for?Did you specifically ask him to show his eyes?

There is too little cat power in this palace!

He squatted on the table and had nothing to do, but Pei Ye didn't speak, and he didn't dare to move, so he had to quietly change to a more comfortable position, and then pretended to be nonchalant and started peeking at Pei Ye.

To tell the truth, this current son of heaven, in terms of appearance, can be said to be first-class.

His narrow and long phoenix eyes are drooping, his red lips are black, and his neck is protruding. Below that, there are those long and bony fingers. There is a callus for holding a pen outside the fourth finger. The handwriting is correct and clear.

Beautiful eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, but they always give people the illusion of being "very thin", not the kind of fragile thinness. Fang Tishuang always feels that his eyes are like daggers, like blades, which can easily cut people's throats .

As if sensing that Fang Tishuang was watching him, Pei Ye slightly raised his eyes to look at him, Fang Tishuang immediately looked away, then quietly moved his body, so that his tail was facing Pei Ye.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Then his thoughts drifted to Eunuch Qi next to him, he felt a little strange, it seemed that Rong Dengde was always serving in front of the imperial court, how could he not be seen recently?

Thinking that he committed something, Fang Tishuang thought, no matter, anyway, it has nothing to do with him, his own little life is now living on thin ice, where is the time to think about the rise and fall of other people's honor and disgrace?