Dressed as a palace cat butler

When Fang Tishuang was sent back to the cattery by Qianniuwei, Wan'er, who came out to greet her after hearing the news, still had tears in her eyes. She wiped the corners of her eyes calmly, and then walked forward and said: " Excuse me, General, it's cold outside, do you want to go inside and have some hot tea?"

"That's all right, thank you lady, I have to go back quickly and report to your Majesty," the Qianniuwei bowed to her, "Decide your Majesty's order, please tell everyone in the cattery to take good care of this cat master in the future, don't call It's running around again."

Wan'er hastily saluted: "I would like to obey the will of the saint."

After the Qianniuwei resigned, Wan'er hugged Fang Tishuang back to the house in a panic.

It was too cold outside, she had just entered the house, she couldn't help but moved to the edge of the charcoal basin, rubbed her hands in front of the charcoal basin, she didn't know whether she was afraid or cold, she was still shaking .

Fang Tishuang was also about to freeze, so she lay down beside the stove to bake her paws.

Wan'er rolled his eyes at him, feeling puzzled: "Why have you been so naughty lately? The previous one just went to the Daming Palace to play around, but this one, who is also called the saint's guard, was sent back by himself. It’s going to make your liver crack with fright.”

"Meow meow..." Fang Tishuang really couldn't argue, if he had a choice, he didn't want to have anything to do with this terrible emperor.

"Do you know who the gentleman who brought you back just now is? That is General Qianniuwei Zhonglang, who is often accompanied by saints on weekdays..." Wan'er really wants to know the reason why Fang Tishuang sent this general back tonight , It's a pity that her cat owner is smart but smart, but he can't speak human words after all.

"The sage wants us to take good care of you. It must be that you have caused some trouble. If you want to go out in the future, you have to be accompanied by someone else. Otherwise, something went wrong for no reason. The superiors will punish you. We can There is no good fruit to eat."

Fang Tishuang was very dissatisfied, he grew up so big, it was rare for him to act bravely twice, but unfortunately the person involved was very ungrateful, it was fine if he didn't give him a salary increase, why did he call him a stupid cat.

He secretly made a plan in his heart, if Pei Ye was in danger again next time, he would just sit on the sidelines and do nothing!

Fang Tishuang lazily went back to the nest, lay down and thought about it carefully.

Just now he thought that the little emperor was going to die, so he didn't care about fear, and rushed forward as soon as his brain got hot.

Now that I think about it carefully, it is very likely that he was doing too much.

Looking at those Qianniuwei who have already ambushed, maybe... this is just a game set up by Pei Ye, and he rushed forward to be a hero...

The more Fang Tishuang thought about it, the more he felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he is just a cat now, and if he loses Shuang'er's cat face, it has nothing to do with Fang Tishuang himself.

But in fact, he was still hesitant at that time, but seeing the sharp dagger in the assassin's hand and the bulging veins on the back of his hand, the sharp blade was actually cut into Pei Ye's meat... Fang Tishuang really couldn't do nothing .

Even if this person is not very friendly to himself.

But if Pei Ye deliberately set up a trap, then he would be too vicious to himself, as long as the sharp blade penetrated into his flesh one more point, he would die...

Is he... not even afraid of death?

But that person was clearly only around the age of the chief executive, and not much older than himself, Fang Tishuang suddenly felt a chill down his spine and his hair stand on end.

Since that night, Fang Tishuang has been followed wherever he goes, sometimes he goes to the grass and gravel piles for convenience, and the little eunuch will follow him, which makes him completely lose his power as a cat.

Fang Tishuang thinks their behavior is very unreasonable, but it is a pity that no matter how much he meows to reason with the palace people, it will be in vain.

Uh...it's all because of that nasty Pei Ye!

The days in the palace passed quickly, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

It only snowed yesterday, but the sky tonight is exceptionally clear. You can see twinkling stars just by looking up.

Fang Tishuang ate a very sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner, a table of fresh fish and carp. The fish slices were sliced ​​as thin as cicada’s wings and melted in the mouth. It was really a wonderful taste, but Fang Tishuang I still feel that the steamed fish tastes better.

After the meal, Fang Tishuang ran to the small courtyard, sat on the small swing set up by the eunuch for him, and looked at the stars.

Because he has been detained recently, and he is not allowed to go out very often, Wan'er was afraid that he would be bored, so she asked Ze Huan to build him a swing and a raised shelf. Fang Tishuang was quite satisfied, so she has become more friendly towards Ze Huan recently.

When he is happy, he is also willing to touch his ears, which makes Ze Huan, who has always been unwelcome by cats, very happy, and runs behind his ass all day long.

When it was late at night, the palace people in the cattery set up a big fire in the courtyard, and then threw the cut bamboo into the fire, and when the bamboo was hot, it exploded one after another, crackling one after another. It crackled again.

Fang Tishuang was very excited. He especially liked the Chinese New Year, especially the show of setting off firecrackers. Every time he hid behind his brothers and sisters, and threw bamboos into the fire with fear and fun.

He looked at the blazing fire in front of him, the burned bamboos shattered in the orange-gold fire, and sang lively and lively chaotic music.

The laughter and blessing words of the palace people are in the ears, and the sparks flying out of the fire are in front of the eyes.

Fang Tishuang suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, he wanted to go home so much, he dreamed of it, even though there are many friends who are very good to him in this palace, but he still couldn't help but think of that broken and small home .

This is the palace, the emperor, Pei Ye's home, not his.

"Sister Wan'er, I wish you 'a happy new year and a longer life'." Ze Huan walked up to Wan'er and bowed to her with a smile.

Wan'er also saluted him back.

After the palace people congratulated each other, they came to Fang Tishuang together to wish the cat owner of their cattery a new year.

"Master Shuang'er, the slaves and servants wish you 'blessed new day, happy birthday without bounds'【Note】!"

The kitten in front of me seemed to be able to understand what they were saying, so it stood up on its hind legs, and with its two front paws pressed together, it made an auspicious New Year gesture to everyone.

"It's amazing," the palace people said in surprise, "Our cat master, why is he getting smarter every year, is he going to become a fairy?"

"Master Shuang'er, who is going to become a fairy, has paid homage to us people. What does this mean? We are all going to be promoted this year, right?"

The palace people all laughed.

Wan'er interrupted them in time: "Everyone, after having fun, don't forget that we still have work to do."

Only then did the palace people remember that they had to go to the palaces to help for a while. Today's New Year's Eve banquet in the palace, the palaces were short of manpower, so the father-in-law mobilized people from their cattery.

Although they were called to do some work, they were also happy. After all, when your lords are happy, they will distribute money to reward these slaves. Gonggan is also uncertain.

After all, although life in this cattery is leisurely, there is not much money to be made.

Fang Tishuang watched the New Year with Wan'er at night, and when it was almost midnight, Fang Tishuang deliberately avoided her and ran into the house.

But he soon discovered that his transformation back into a human body that night seemed to be really just a joke played by some god. Since that day, he has never turned into a human body again.

The matter of explaining to Cao Silang has been delayed again and again... Fang Tishuang even suspects that becoming a human that day is just a dream of his own.

In the morning of the second day, Wan'er changed Fang Tishuang into the big red jacket, and then put on the tiger hat for him.

"Turn around and let the maid take a look," Wan'er said with a smile after reading, "However, it fits right."

The palace people in the courtyard also said when they saw it: "Master Shuang'er is so festive."

"What a beautiful kitten."

"It makes people's hearts melt..."

When they said this, Fang Tishuang suddenly felt that she was extraordinarily arrogant today, and when she was proud, even her walking posture began to look a little fake.

He felt that he should never turn into a cat, and a big tiger would suit him better.

At daybreak, Fang Tishuang found out that the palace people were carrying him behind their backs, drinking something around the courtyard.

Fang Tishuang jumped around them a little angrily, and then shouted loudly: "Meow! Meow! Meow!" How can you eat alone behind my back!

Everyone looked at him, and he yelled again: "Meow!" It was too much!

The palace people laughed one after another, and one glib stood up and said, "What are you still doing, don't you hurry up and fill a glass of Tusu wine for Lord Tiger?"

Wan'er also smiled, then leaned over and hugged Fang Tishuang: "Stop making trouble, what kind of wine does the kitty eat, can you afford it if something goes wrong?"

"I'm just talking about playing, to make everyone happy, for the New Year's Eve, it would be nice to have more fun."

As they talked, they chatted again. Fang Tishuang found that no one was paying attention to her, and hurriedly waved her paw at them in protest: "Meow!"

"What's the matter?" Wan'er lowered her head, as if she had sensed his intentions, so she explained patiently, "It's wine, it's not tasty, and it's not something kittens can eat. Let's not be greedy for it." Speak up and be obedient."

But Fang Tishuang clearly saw that they all ate with gusto, it didn't look like it was delicious.

Ze Huan saw him like this, so she turned her head and said, "Wan'er, why don't you give Master Shuang'er a lick?"

"No," Wan'er's face suddenly became serious, "I heard from Imperial Physician Qin that cats can't drink wine, and the master can't drink a single drop."

Ze Huan: "Okay, okay, then we have to wrong our cat master."

Fang Tishuang bared her teeth, expressing that she disagreed with Qin Taiyi's words.

The palace people had to work for a while, no one dared to be greedy, so after drinking a small glass of wine, they scattered around, even taking away the empty wine glass, Fang Tishuang didn't even have to lick it.

Fang Tishuang, who stayed in the same place and circling, became more and more greedy as he thought about it.

When he was at home, his uncle and aunt would not allow him to drink, but the more they forbade him, the more curious he became.

So Fang Tishuang sneaked out through the crack of the door while everyone was busy with their own affairs.

Then he followed his memory and found the Yuniang Pavilion where the wine was stored in the palace. Taking advantage of no one's attention, Fang Tishuang borrowed some strength from the tree by the wall, jumped into it with a cat's body In the Jade Brewing Pavilion.

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[Note] From Tan Chanxue's "Knowledge of Literature and History", Issue 1991, 0610: Stein's No. [-] Dunhuang posthumous note unearthed from the Sutra Cave of Mogao Grottoes.