Dressed as a palace cat butler

But Fang Tishuang couldn't struggle at this time, and didn't dare to struggle.

The person staring at him in the hall was neither the county magistrate of Mingfu, nor the minister of Dali Temple, nor Shang Shulang of the Ministry of Punishment. He was the master of all the people in the world who was above the power of these high officials!

The two Qianniu guards searched very carefully. Although the little eunuch in front of him was innocent and harmless, if there were any sharp blades hidden on his body... Once the crimes were committed by the superiors, not only the black gauze hats on the two of them Bao, he still has to suffer the three thousand miles of exile.

Fang Tishuang was so frightened that she trembled slightly, secretly praying in her heart that the inner guard who searched would not find the strange things behind her buttocks and on top of her head.

It's a pity that the sky didn't go as planned, when the Zhonglang General searched the robe on his lower body, he paused for a while, he clearly felt that his head was bulging, and he didn't know what was in it.

"Offended." The inner guard whispered, and then suddenly lifted the hem of Fang Tishuang's clothes——

Fang Tishuang's heart tightened, her breathing was stagnant, and she almost cried out: "!"

But when the two looked down, there was nothing under his robe except a pair of thin white underpants.

The general Zhonglang, who lifted his lower garment, had a strange look on his face, subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the emperor in the hall, and saw that Pei Ye had been staring at them with great interest.

That Zhong Lang suddenly felt as if his ears and cheeks were burning. He was only a weak crown this year, and his family was very strict. It was only this year that he was booked for a marriage. Since he grew up, apart from his mother, everyone Not even a girl's fingers have ever been touched.

Although this little eunuch is not considered a woman, he is not considered a man after all, and because he is so handsome, he may not be able to match many girls, and this underwear is a private thing...

His suspicion was really a misjudgment, but he always suspected that the emperor would think him frivolous, as if he wanted to eat other people's tofu.

"Saint, humble..."

Under his nervousness, he even forgot to search for the skillful scholar crown on Fang Tishuang's head.

Pei Ye knew his nature, so he joked with a light smile: "What? Is the general fascinated by beauty?"

The Zhonglang immediately plopped down and knelt down: "I don't have such a heart in this humble position, it's just that I just missed it for a while and thought there was something foreign under his robe."

"The general acts impartially, and Gu is very clear," Pei Ye showed no anger on his face, and the playful smile just now faded away, "Please hurry up, what you said just now is just for fun, the general don't need to take it to heart."

The two of them, the monarch and his ministers, came and went, and the only one who is still kneeling on the ground and suffering is poor Fang Tishuang.

When Fang Tishuang was in a hurry, he took a breath and retracted the long tail, which surprised even himself.

It turns out that this thing...can be taken back?

Taking advantage of the fact that these people's attention was not on him, he tried his best to put all his strength on his head, but unfortunately, his face turned red, and he failed to retract the pair of ears—he still I can feel the presence of those cat ears.

It was only then that General Zhonglang on the other side realized a little dullly that not only did he get a few more words from the emperor today, but he even got a joke from him, which already meant a lot of intimacy.

He immediately felt passionate, and he was almost at a loss for his unreasonable loyalty.

"My sage, the search for this person has been completed, and the humble officer will leave first." He lowered his head and bowed his words, with a joyful expression on his face.

When the two inner guards retreated, Pei Ye immediately turned his head slightly: "Chun Ye, you should retreat too."

Qi Chunye never asked the reason, only bowed in response, and then quietly retreated outside the hall to wait.

Soon there were only Pei Ye and Fang Tishuang left in the main hall.

Fang Tishuang intuitively felt that the atmosphere was more difficult than before, he knelt down in the hall flustered, even his eyelids were burning.

"What's your name?" He heard Pei Ye in the seat ask quietly, "If you pretend to be deaf and dumb again this time, it will be boring."

Although Fang Tishuang was young, he also knew that it was the people in this place who rescued him tonight, but he couldn't figure out why he would pull him this way.

A Niang taught him to repay his kindness, so no matter what, he couldn't let this "benefactor" answer.

So Fang Tishuang raised her head slightly, but still looking away, she replied timidly: "My name is Tishuang...Fang Tishuang."

"'The moon sets and the crows cry and the sky is full of frost'," the emperor said softly, "Is there an elder in the family who is a scholar?"

"Both Grandpa and Grandma have read some books," Fang Tishuang replied honestly, "My...slave was named by Grandpa."

Fang Tishuang didn't quite understand why Pei Ye had to talk to him in such a tone, he thought that Pei Ye would at least interrogate him head and face.

"Get up," Pei Ye's attitude was as if he was treating a close palace man around him, "come to Gu."

Fang Tishuang carefully climbed up from the brick floor, his legs and feet were a little numb from kneeling, so his walking was a little twisted, so he had to walk slowly to the edge of the emperor's desk.

He didn't dare to get too close to Pei Ye, so he just stood at the corner of the table, lowering his head cowardly.

Pei Ye on the seat was writing again, and then he slowly turned his head and looked at the inkstone not far away, the ink inside was almost dry, he didn't say a word, just looked at it lightly.

Fang Tishuang was standing on the edge of the inkstone, and naturally saw it. His mind moved slightly, and he couldn't figure out what Pei Ye meant.

Apart from him, there are no other palace servants to use here. Pei Ye will never grind it by himself, so... is this the meaning of ordering him?

Fang Tishuang's mind is shallow, so he naturally thinks slowly when thinking about things, and now he has no time to think too much, he always feels that if he delays for a while, the people in this place will be unhappy.

So he reached out and picked up an ink stick on the side of the inkstone - it didn't look like the one he used in the daytime, and then he seriously added some water into the inkstone, but unfortunately the movement was not very skillful , With a flick of the wrist, the water poured too much.

Fang Tishuang secretly glanced at Pei Ye, and seeing that he had no intention of getting angry, she bit the bullet and pretended nothing happened, and continued to grind ink.

Only then did Pei Ye, who was sitting next to him, look away.

Fang Tishuang was afraid of him in her heart, and secretly thought a little bit unhappy, these nobles who are used to being served are really all hypocritical, pointing at others to observe what they want and think, it's like saying too much It would seem that his life would be broken if he said it.

And it's fine for him to grind ink in front of the imperial court when he is on duty during the day, but he still didn't let him go even in the middle of the night...

Although he asked for it himself.

Fang Tishuang finished the ink with great difficulty, bowed slightly like the palace people and said, "Please use it, saint."

That voice was a bit milky, a very immature child's voice, listening to him say such well-behaved words in such an innocent tone always made people feel a little out of place.

Pei Ye took a pen and dipped it in the inkstone, and then wrote a stroke on the paper unhurriedly, and after that one stroke, he stopped writing again.

Fang Tishuang was not the meticulous Qi Chunye, who knew why he stopped writing, so she was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to make amends, not knowing what Pei Ye wanted him to do again.

Pei Ye probably thought he was stupid, so he paused for a while before condescendingly said: "The ink has faded."

Fang Tishuang was a little puzzled, he saw that the ink on the rice paper was thick enough, and he saw A Niang writing a letter home to Grandpa on the marching road before, and the ink was just that color.

However, although he felt troublesome in his heart, but because of his status and his gratitude for saving his words, Fang Tishuang still gave him a hard time again respectfully.

During the second ink test, Fang Tishuang saw the little emperor frowning slightly, thinking he was not satisfied.

He hurriedly made preparations for another study, but Pei Ye didn't stop writing. He didn't want to waste any more time. Although the ink was thicker, he could barely use it by pinching his nose.

But in Fang Tishuang's eyes, he understood that he had done a good job this time, but this little emperor just loves to despise people, and he has to frown to make things difficult for him before it's over.

Afterwards, Pei Ye didn't speak again, so he could only stand by the side and began to think silently, but he couldn't figure it out even though he was thinking about it. Pei Ye saved him for no reason, but left him alone without interrogating anything , what exactly does this mean?

Although there is not much age difference between them, Fang Tishuang felt that his mind was really more elusive than those adults.

"Gu Yuan suspected that you were an internal official serving in the cattery," Pei Ye said slowly, "they are the only ones who have moved into Daming Palace in the past few days...but you are not well-behaved and your behavior is clumsy, you really don't look like a palace official. Teach the eunuchs brought out by the father-in-law."

The implication is that he is so clumsy that he is not even qualified to serve in a cattery.

Although Fang Tishuang was full of strange thoughts, but when Pei Ye spoke, he was still too cowardly, too scared to move, especially when he mentioned the cattery and wanted to reveal his identity.

Seeing him like this, the little emperor had a playful look on his face: "What? Are you dumb again?

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Fang Tishuang: A poor little fish with two jobs, neither cat rights nor human rights.