The Regent is my cat

On March 22, the spring sun was warm and soft.

The sunlight jumped in from the wide-open window sill, fell on the light gray blanket, and intimately circled the kitten squatting on the blanket. The cat's body was fluffy in the sun, and its fur was covered with With a light golden light, it looks like a small dumpling.

This little dumpling has been squatting all morning, its ears drooping, and it is pushing and shoving a small dried fish toy under its paws.

When Yangxi handed the newly baked dim sum to Jian Linqing, she couldn't help but glanced at it, "Why is it still squatting there?"

Jian Linqing turned a page of the book, thought for a while, "Probably thinking."

Jian Linqing felt that any living being had its own emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, so after checking that there was nothing wrong with the little hairball's body, he let it do its own thing, but this guy has maintained that position for a long time, and he doesn't know how A cute hairy head thinking about something.

Jian Linqing emptied a plate of snacks, and finished another story. Looking up, her kitten was lying on the ground with its tail flickering. Then Jian Linqing patted the table and made some noises, "Meow meow .”

Mao's ears moved, and after a while, Yan Chen came back and looked at the person lazily nestling in the beauty's couch. His hair was loose, his smoky purple robe was open at the neckline, his eyes were extremely lazy, and he met his green eyes. With dark eyes, I saw him stretch out his hand and beckon, "Come here."

Yan was silent, but still rubbed over, and was gently picked up, hugged into a familiar embrace, and the smell was also familiar, reminding him of the hand that patted him last night to lull him to sleep.

With an unbelievable tranquility, it was difficult for Yan Chen to accept that the person who was as fragile and clingy as a cub last night was himself.

The top of his head was lightly rubbed, and then a hand pressed gently on his abdomen, "Eat some snacks."

A small piece of thin dried fish was brought to his mouth, it was delicious and tangy, Yan Chen ate it, it was a kitten snack made by Master Wang, Jian Linqing liked his cat body very much, Master Wang is also a pet A cat expert, the two hit it off immediately, and in the past few days, he has eaten at least ten kinds of snacks.

All are delicious.

Yan Chen withdrew this somewhat useless idea, moved his eyes to the book Jian Linqing was reading, and met a ferocious grimace, his heart trembled, but he was not frightened, he quickly glanced at the weird and bloody words, and then A sleepy yawn was heard behind him.

Why do I still feel sleepy after reading the tales of ghosts?

After getting along with each other for the past few days, Yan Chen knew that Jian Linqing was especially keen on the fairy tales.

A princess who likes to read fairy tales and is bound deep in the palace.

Yan Chen remembered the news he found last night.

Jian Linqing's biological mother was from Fengguo, who was born in the south of the Yangtze River. She traveled all year round with her family's caravan, met sand bandits in Xijue country, and met the king of Xijue who was still a prince at that time. The king of Xijue kept concealing his identity until Jian's mother After finding out that she was pregnant, she was invited into the palace, and saw Yingying and Yanyan in the palace.

This is the story of a woman who was deceived by a passionate libertine. Jian's mother must have struggled after entering the palace, and then she probably resigned to her fate and gave birth to Jian Linqing. Jian Linqing was born with congenital deficiencies, and was raised by various decoctions until she was three years old before her physical condition stabilized. Later, she grew up in Jian's mother's palace until she was 15 years old. During this period, there were only various news about her oppressing the palace people. After she was 15 years old, Jian Linqing appeared in front of everyone, and her reputation and reputation spread far and wide.

But going back to the beginning, Jian Linqing's birth was not expected.

What was her 15-year life in the palace like?Why did Jane's mother not allow any servant to take care of her personally?Why is she so violent and domineering in the palace and still favored by the King of the West Finals?

The more Yan Chen peeled back the cocoons from these messages, the more he realized that the secret behind the marriage was beyond his imagination.

Why is Jian Linqing the one who is married?A much-loved Ninth Princess is destined to be guarded by him. If it is replaced by someone who is not very favored, there will be more opportunities to take advantage of.

What is the reason that made Xi Jue Wang so sure that he would be plotted against by Jian Linqing?

Yangxi's voice stopped him from contemplating, "Your Highness, the Thirteenth Princess has written you a letter."

Jian Linqing stood up, stretched out his hand to take it, and opened it. The letter paper was apricot paper, which was different from the softness of the letter paper. The wording on the letter was very lively. After reading it, Jian Linqing became interested, "She invited me to ride a horse in the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow afternoon. .”

Mu Jin showed disapproval when she heard the words, "Your Highness, your body is important."

Hearing this, Yan Chen's heart moved. Jian Linqing's body did not look very good. It was early spring. He was wearing warm jade. The vigorous Tang Pozi, Tang Pozi does not leave her body during the day, and looks very chilly.

Of course, Jian Linqing didn't know what his cat was thinking about. He threw the book away and lay down bored, "I have never ridden a horse since I came to Fengguo. Take a horse for an outing."

After what he said, Mu Jin had no objection after all, and went to prepare Jian Linqing's clothes for riding a horse tomorrow. Jian Linqing called her back, "I want to take our kitty with me."

Mu Jin agreed, and if she agreed, it meant that there would be a proper way to secure the person and the cat on the horse. Jian Linqing was satisfied, and said, "You haven't ridden a horse for a long time, and you will change into riding clothes tomorrow." Fun."

Yangxi immediately laughed, and agreed loudly and sweetly, "Hey! Thank you, Your Highness, I'll go prepare some food!"

Jian Linqing happily hummed a ditty. He really likes riding horses. He belongs to the kind of people who are weak and addicted. He is very clumsy. His innate talent for riding horses has not shown half of it here.

His body is also poor, and he can't practice all the time. So far, all he can do is ride a horse back and forth. Horse galloping is more than enough, and he can only satisfy his greed in his dreams.

But he was very happy to be able to ride a horse. He briskly picked up the cat in his arms, and kissed the furry forehead hard, "I will take you to ride a horse tomorrow!"

He didn't notice that the kitten, which he put back on the couch, rubbed its forehead with its paws. Although the movement was uncomfortable, it was numb and proficient after being forced for a long time.

There is something to look forward to in my heart, time seems to pass slowly, and it seems to pass quickly, it seems that the next day is here in a flash of God.

Yan Chen was woken up by a rustling sound, and when he woke up, he realized that there was no one on the bed, and the plump, jade-white Mrs. Tang was lying on the raised bed—Jian Linqing had already woken up before him. It was the first time.

Yan Chen got up from the shell nest, got out of the curtain, looked to the left and saw Jian Linqing.

He turned his back to him, moving his hands around his waist, and his curly and loose black hair swayed slightly with his movements. Yan Shen could see clearly how he moved, only to see that the inner garment was unraveled and slipped off his shoulders , like a blooming flower.

All this happened so fast, when Yan Chen turned his head hastily, his coat had already fallen to the ground, he stepped back frantically, his claws caught the curtain again, struggling more and more chaotically, his footsteps slipped, He spun and fell to the ground covered with thick blankets.

After being shocked for a while, the flashing light from just now was still in my mind.

Most of the back is covered by black hair, smooth and straight shoulders, and a beautiful waistline that undulates like a mountain...

What a shame to be a gentleman!He spurned himself in his heart, slapped himself on the head with his paws, and took out the offensive picture in his mind, and then he heard Jian Linqing's voice with a smile, "I fell asleep so early in the morning, why did you fall out of bed again?" down?"

After he finished speaking, Yan Chen hugged his warm fingers behind his back, Yan Chen hurriedly dodged, and stood up by himself. It happened that there was a small flower ball lying beside the bed, so he quickly grabbed it and pretended to be right. The look of the ball's interest is self-evident.

"Want to pick up the ball and drop it? You play slowly, and I'll change my clothes."

Yan Chen moved the ball socket to the corner of the wall, but even if he moved as far away as possible, in the quiet environment, he could still catch subtle sounds unavoidably.

The sound of shaking clothes off, the sound of tying the belt, and the light sound of clasping wrists, all the sounds were incomparably vivid. Yan Chen leaned his head against the wall, feeling that his ears were about to burn.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door opening that he heaved a sigh of relief and turned around with his hot ears shaking.

Looking at Jian Linqing who was leaning against the door, Jian Linqing simply sat cross-legged on the carpet, slightly opened his arms, "Come here, be good."

Yan Chen watched Jian Linqing's high ponytail fall to his shoulders because of the tilt of his head. Strangely, it reminded him of a long knife he was wielding.

Probably because the person in front of her has the sharp aura like a knife, and the crow-blue cavalry completely suppresses the beauty of the person in front of her. She used to be so beautiful that it was almost sharp, like a long knife about to be unsheathed, but now her The long knife has been unsheathed, and his face is unstoppable.

Especially when he laughed, Yan Chen walked towards Jian Linqing step by step, with a bright smile on that beautiful face, Yan Chen felt a little absent-minded looking at it.

He was killed by this appearance, but he was embraced by the owner of this appearance full of love, indulged in preference.

It was already mid-morning when we set off, and Jian Linqing was wearing a soft fox fur of the same color to ride along the street wall. On the inside of the left waist of his fox fur, a large pocket was sewn with hibiscus. It was fluffy and warm, and it was the most suitable The cat in the pocket moved, and then Jian Linqing saw a furry cat's head poking out of the fox fur. Jian Linqing chuckled lightly and freed a hand to protect it, "Don't Jump around."

Yan Chen rubbed Jian Linqing's hand unconsciously, looked around, and instinctively observed if there was anyone acting suspicious among them.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't see anything unusual, but his ears moved sensitively. The cat's keen sense of hearing allowed him to catch the sound of horseshoes approaching. The visitor was eager, hasty, and arrogant.

Not long after, he heard the exclamation of the crowd one after another. A man riding a strong black horse rushed out of a street. Walking on her own, the horse's hooves sounded violently behind her, like the approaching footsteps of death.

She finally turned her head amidst the exclamation of the crowd, and her face turned pale.

Yan Chen heard the click of his tongue impatiently from the person behind him, and pressed his head back with one hand, and he could feel the horse under him begin to accelerate.

He knew what Jian Linqing was going to do.

Jian Linqing held the rein tightly, he held his breath, the horse under him was getting closer and closer to the woman in the pink shirt, he leaned over and stretched out his hand, wrapped her waist with one arm and threw her onto the horse.

The galloping horse passed them dangerously.

The hood that Jian Linqing had put on slipped off, and the whole street was silent for a moment.

Yan Chen poked his head out of the fox fur and looked straight at Jian Linqing.

At this moment, he was like a long knife out of its sheath, lost his pretentious smile, and stared coldly at the departing figure of the instigator.

Yan Chen did not miss the killing intent in his eyes.

The author has something to say: here is an update!

I grow up!