I became my ex-husband's cat after rebirth

◎It makes people feel a little disgusted. ◎

At midnight, the moonlight is deep.

The spring is cold, and the new clothes in the palace are too thin to withstand the wind.

Outside the remote cold palace, the little eunuch Fuzi was shivering from the cold, but he didn't dare to slack off at all, guarding with some trepidation.

Not long after, a person hurriedly came from outside the path and kicked him to the ground.

"Who told you to put people in!"

A low-pitched scold came from above his head, furious.

The scolding was like thunder, the little eunuch who was kicked in pain was confused for a moment, and immediately knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling:

"Master...Master, he...he said he has a passing belt bestowed by the Holy Spirit..."

"The one inside is still the holy brother!"

The old eunuch just felt dizzy and could hardly stand up.

The voice fell, but the sound of the vase being smashed suddenly came from inside.

He was shaken all over, no longer caring about his incompetent apprentice, he rushed in hastily.

The moment after rushing to the entrance of the hall to see the situation inside the hall clearly, the old eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, but also secretly frightened.

Candles were burning in the hall.

It was originally a cold palace, a place to torture people, and all the decorations were simple and crude.The candlelight was dim, the dilapidated windows leaked air, and the dark wind blew past, making the candlelight flicker here and there.

Under the shadow of the candlelight, there was a person lying down, with a ferocious face clutching the unspeakable place, obviously in severe pain.

It is Zou Hongji, the son of Zou Yi, the servant of the household department, who is the most popular person in front of the Holy One.

Sang Gui trained his disciples hard before, but now he knows how to measure.

He skillfully put on a flattering smile, stepped over in two or three steps, knelt on the ground, and held the man's arm.

The other party was about to explode, and suddenly saw his face clearly.

"...Eunuch Sang."

His complexion was changing, and finally he calmed down slowly, and fixed on a fake smile that was not a smile on the surface.

He opened his mouth, his tone was very slow,

"Which gust of wind...brought you here?"

Sang Gui lowered her eyes, and her tone became more respectful:

"Young Master Zou was joking."

"Today's banquet, the Holy Majesty drank to the fullest, and told the old slave to take good care of the young masters and ladies of the masters." He helped him up, and smiled apologetically, "No, the slaves of Mr. Zou's family can't find you, so they can't find you. I found the old slave here. The old slave was worried, so I came to have a look."

Zou Hongji frowned, looked at the door, and as expected, he saw his trembling slave.

He snorted coldly: "There are many things."

"Young Master Zou." Sang Gui bowed his head with a smile, "The dew is getting deeper, and the gate of this palace is about to fall, why don't you... go back to the mansion earlier to rest?"

The implication in these words couldn't be more obvious, Zou Hongji was startled for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant.

"Your Majesty...hasn't rested yet?"

"I'm reading the excerpts in the imperial study." Sang Gui smiled, "It's about King Liang's business."

He paused, "King Liang... on the way back to the fief, he turned around."

As soon as these words came out, Zou Hongji was startled suddenly.

"Your Majesty means..." Sang Gui said softly, his expression unchanged, "Your Majesty and King Liang are siblings, even if he committed a heinous disaster, he is also of the royal blood."

"If the disturbance is too ugly... it will damage the face of the royal family. Mr. Zou, what do you think?"

Zou Hongji was silent for a moment: "... Your Majesty is merciful, indeed."

Sang Gui smiled and said nothing, and made a "please" gesture.

Having made it clear so far, if Zou Hongji insisted on not leaving, it would be a disgrace to the Holy Majesty.

He frowned, first he gave the servant a vicious look, and was about to lift his legs to leave, but was held back by a pain somewhere.

A trace of cruelty suddenly flashed in his eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke in a diffuse voice:

"Not urgent."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the incense table not far away.

A person sat down there, panting lightly with his eyes closed.

His long hair was loose, covering his face, and he was wearing a single garment that was as thin as a eunuch's, and it was covered with dust and blood, making it dilapidated.

His breathing was so small that it was barely audible.

In fact, when Sang Gui and Zou Hongji were talking just now, he hardly moved.

It's just that when he mentioned King Liang's rebellion, his body froze imperceptibly, and then he unconsciously clenched his palms tightly, being ground bloody by the broken porcelain pieces left in his hands.

Right now, the old and new wounds on those hands and the exposed wrist were shocking.

Zou Hongji glanced slightly, but sneered.

Immediately, he grabbed his hair.

The man with disheveled hair was suddenly forced to raise his head by external force, and under the light of the candlelight, a pale and complete face was revealed.

It was a face that was so gorgeous that it was a bit shocking.

The eyebrows are smooth, and the sharp face is embellished with a small and delicate bridge of nose and bloodless lips.

The most eye-catching thing is his pair of eyes, the left eye is clear light blue, the right eye is brown, the brilliance flowing like gemstones can capture everyone's attention in an instant.

Even at this moment, there were still some scars on that face, but they couldn't cover up his original elegance at all.

At this moment, there was a mocking smile in those cat-like eyes.

It is very clear disdain.

Looking at this face, Zou Hongji felt an itch flash in his heart, which was quickly replaced by greater anger.

He raised his hand and slapped the person.

This slap was crisp and loud. Seeing Zheng Lai, just from the sound, it could be heard that he didn't hold back his hand at all.

Almost instantly, a thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of the person's mouth.

Fuzi, who was listening at the door, trembled in fright, and immediately knelt down on the ground, squinting at his master.

Sang Gui didn't move.

With this slap, Zou Hongji finally let out a lot of breath that was suffocating in his chest just now.

He looked at the man who had been beaten to the ground, squatted down, and pinched the man's chin.

"Don't give up your face, and don't look at what you are now." He said softly, "If I were the Holy One, I would send you to Goulan to be rounded by others first, and your face will not be wasted."

He paused: "I'll ask you again, do you want to. Let me remind you, everyone is up and down. At this moment, I'm the only one who is willing to take this effort to protect you. You think it through."

He said this slowly, but there was a hint of impatience hidden in his voice.

Behind him, Fuzi's eyes flashed with astonishment, but there was no surprise on Sang Gui's face.

But soon, even Sang Gui was taken aback.

Because the person who fell to the ground was silent for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up, signaling Zou Hongji to get closer.

He was already good-looking, but without the sharp sarcasm in his eyes, he almost gave birth to a little lazy charm.

This time, Zou Hongji's soul was almost taken away.

He bent down almost instantly, approached the person, and then...

Heard a breathy voice.

"It was indeed my fault that I didn't cut up your useless thing and feed it to the dog."

Zou Hongji: "..."

"Master Zou can't do it!"

Sang Gui watched him pick up the slightly lit candlestick next to him with red eyes, and felt horrified and wanted to stop him.

but……

It's too late.

The bottom of the sharp candlestick hit the person like this, and in an instant, there was a muffled groan.

The person who was sitting down was clutching his abdomen and curled up into a ball.

Zou Hongji wanted to hit him a second time, but this time, he was finally stopped by Sang Gui.

He seemed to have just recovered, looked at Sang Gui's face that had sunk, sneered, and threw the candlestick aside.

Then, he bent down and said softly "Bitch, you wait for me", then flicked his sleeves and strode out of the room.

There was a dead silence in the air.

When the swaggering footsteps gradually faded away, Sang Gui came back to his senses and let out a sigh of relief.

He winked at the person next to him.

Fuzi understood, stabilized his trembling hand, and stepped forward to help the person on the ground.

"Your Highness Seven."

he trembled.

He Liansheng went out of the palace to build a mansion, and the first emperor bestowed the title "Yu", which means Zhongling Yuxiu.

For so many years, most of the maids and eunuchs in the palace respectfully addressed him as "His Royal Highness Yuwang".

just now...

He was imprisoned here, and although his title had not been revoked, no one dared to call it again.

This "Seventh Highness" sounded like a world away.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and when he was lifted up by Fuzi, his forehead was already sweating because of the loose tendons and injuries all over his body.

When he sat down on the chair again, Sang Gui stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

He Liansheng looked at him, hooked his lips, and said softly:

"Eunuch Sang came just in time."

There was some vibrato in the voice.

It hurts.

"It's the meaning of the Holy One." Sang Gui bowed his head respectfully.

"It's the emperor..." He Liansheng chuckled, "It seems that the emperor really understands my affairs."

He looked at Sang Gui, a pair of cat-like pupils flashed, and suddenly smiled with difficulty, "Does Eunuch Sang know why Zou Hongji came here?"

"...This old slave doesn't know." Sang Gui said.

"Because..." He Liansheng leaned down, looked into his eyes, and tilted his head with a sly look on his face, "Four years ago, he flirted with me by the Qinshui River, and I kicked him into it." into the river, and became the laughing stock of the whole capital."

Sang Gui was silent for a moment, thinking that this was something that the flamboyant and romantic young master of the Zou family could do.

"Eunuch Sang."

He Liansheng sighed and called him suddenly.

Sang Gui looked up and saw the clear and clean eyes of this young highness, who looked very good even in the royal family.

"He told me to wait," he said softly, "but I don't have to wait, do I?"

Sang Gui looked at him in silence, and after a while, took out something from his cuff and put it gently on the table.

"The Holy Majesty said." He said softly, "You don't like wine or bitterness, so you chose the simpler method. I hope you will understand."

He Liansheng paused, propped his forehead, and looked at the white pill.

He Liansheng was not very surprised that He Lianjin wanted to kill him.

He just wants to laugh.

His good emperor brother imprisoned him here with a reputation of benevolence, righteousness and elegance. He has endured until today, and it is the utmost benevolence.

But when things come to an end, it's true that you still have to put on a brotherly and respectful appearance...

It makes people feel a little disgusted.

He felt nauseous, so he leaned on the table and retched.

The stomach was full of rivers and seas, but it was too empty to spit out, except for a little blood foam in the mouth.

He casually wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and saw Sang Gui's drooping, dark blue back.

He had a conversation with He Lianjin a few days ago, and they broke up unhappy, and also reached some conditions.

The past few days have been calm, and he actually has a premonition that he will arrive soon.

He took the pill and sniffed it lightly on his fingertips.

The candlelight reflected his somewhat pale face, which looked a little more calm and terrifying.

Sang Gui waited for his next question, but he didn't speak again.

In a blink of an eye, it was Yin time.

Sang Gui gritted her teeth and was about to speak, but suddenly heard the barely audible voice of the person in front of her, as if talking to herself:

"Today, He Lianjin hosted a banquet for all the ministers, and even Zou Hongji was able to attend. He..."

"Are you here yet?"

When he said the word "he", his fingers curled up slightly.

Sang Gui was startled.

Then he looked up and saw a secret, uneasy expectation on his face.

This anticipation made his originally ashen face suddenly lively and vivid.

It's just that after being imprisoned for such a long time, even looking forward to it, it's like a weak kitten in a cage, only daring to stretch out its paw tremblingly.

He didn't say who it was, but Sang Gui had stayed in the palace for many years, so he knew who he was asking almost immediately.

He was silent for a moment, feeling somewhat complicated.After a long while, he bowed his head lightly: "A few days ago, Mr. Gu and other adults were sent to deal with the floods of the Nanqiang River, and they just returned to the capital yesterday."

"Today's night banquet...of course, it's also here."

With a "bang", the pill fell gently on the table.

Sang Gui quickly reached out to pick it up, but saw that a fair and delicate hand with dried blood had already picked up the pill that was about to roll to the ground before him.

"understood."

An indifferent and calm voice sounded.

These were the last words Sang Gui heard.

In the first year of Zhaode, King Yu's rebellion was revealed, and he committed suicide in the palace in fear of crime. He was only twenty and two when he died. Emperor Zhaode was grateful for his brotherhood, and ordered his body to be buried in the city mausoleum.

On the day of the funeral, it snowed for a long time in the capital.

This turbulent spring snow fell all day and night, and everyone in the capital recalled four years ago.

That year, the world has not changed.

When the new year arrives, Vientiane is renewed.

Beijing...

There was also such a snow.

The author says:

Demining:

1. Ancient times, dog blood, abuse, let go of the writing

2. Chasing his wife hzc, but attacking and receiving are not perfect characters

3. The emotional drama is more important than the conspiracy part, and the latter is basically equivalent to making up, but it is not without, the dynasty is overhead (with reference)

In summary, I have made an outline of the full text, so basically I will not change the text because of the comment area, and I can quit on my own if I feel uncomfortable/Jianzhi, and stop the loss in time, okay?

===Put an advance receipt~ If there is no accident, it should be a document file===

Advance collection of "After Transmigrating into a Substitute O, I Steal the Slag Gong Bai Yueguang" for collection~

Wen Shengran, the young master of the Wen family, spoiled and indulged in wealth, once transmigrated into a book, but transmigrated into the protagonist Shou in a scumbag novel.

The protagonist Shou is humble and cowardly, he is the true young master of a wealthy family who lives outside, but he is not treated well, and he is treated as a stand-in by the slag Gong to abuse his body and mind.

Wen Shengran: .

What a goofy essay with complete elements.

He had never been wronged like this in his life, and immediately wanted to run away, but found that because of the defective glands, he needed to pay for medical expenses. Now he is poor and has no money to run away.

Wen Shengran thought about it.

In addition to going through the plot, he should eat, eat and sleep. From time to time, he will stage a heart-wrenching drama with slag Gong, just waiting for him to be recognized back to his family, and then, from the second son of the famous Li family in City A——

That is, Bai Yueguang Li Yu of Zha Gong got the special medicine in his hand.

When the medicine was in hand, he ran away.

however……

The moment he saw Li Yu, Wen Shengran thought for a moment and crossed out the last sentence.

Everyone in City A knows that Wen Shengran is the little double raised by Yi Cheng, the eldest son of the Yi family. He is beautiful and gentle, but he is not very lucky.With Li Yuzhuyu, the flower of Gaoling, in front, it can only be reduced to a foil.

But they soon discovered that this was not the case.

The Wen family, who previously disliked Wen Shengran's poverty, begged him to go back;

The young master of the Wen family, with his eyes above his head, said that Wen Shengran was his only younger brother;

Yi Cheng, the youngest of the Yi family, was even more red-eyed, remorseful in every possible way, and only asked Wen Shengran to look back at him.

But Wen Shengran himself was stopped by another person.

Li Yu, the second son of the Li family, is cold and aloof, with a brilliant temperament, and is the white moonlight in the eyes of many people.

Including Yi Dashao who couldn't love him, and even found a substitute.

Everyone thought it was a moon hanging high in the sky, and it would never fall to the mortal world.

But one day, when Li Yu suddenly became susceptible, he rejected the inhibitor and all the men and women, except for one person.

"Have you played enough?"

With a hoarse voice, his eyes full of forbearance and restraint, he asked softly.

In front of him, the originally cowardly and obedient little stand-in smiled, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

"Enough is enough." He said softly, "So, do you want to take me home?"