Dressed as a palace cat butler

The next morning.

Pei Ye woke up according to the time. He turned his head and glanced at Fang Tishuang who was sleeping soundly holding his arm, and couldn't bear to disturb his dream.

But after a while, he would have to lead his troops northward, and had to bid farewell to the person next to him.

Pei Ye lowered his head to peek at his sleeping face for a while, and then touched his brow lightly. Fang Tishuang remembered that he was leaving today, so he couldn't sleep deeply. With such a light kiss, Fang Tishuang Tishuang woke up.

"Are you leaving?" He hooked his neck in a daze, and asked vaguely, "Why so fast?"

"In a while," Pei Ye gently pressed the tip of his nose, "Leave after breakfast."

"I have to go wash and change, let go, good boy." After speaking, he gently broke Fang Tishuang's hand away, and then planned to turn over and get out of bed.

Fang Tishuang just let go, but when the emperor turned his back, he immediately climbed up sticky, wrapped his arms around his neck, locked his feet skillfully around his waist, and put Hanging himself on His Majesty's back.

"Why don't you carry me with you?" Fang Tishuang lay on his shoulder listlessly.

"Stop making trouble, let's go have breakfast with Gu?" Pei Ye was also disappointed, thinking that he is not much better than him, but he is the emperor, and the heavy responsibility is on his shoulders. What can he do now? These children's personal affairs should also be put aside for the first time.

Fang Tishuang drew her eyebrows down in his ear, and murmured sullenly: "Let me make trouble for a while, you should leave after a while."

Pei Ye immediately felt reluctant to chase him away, and His Majesty didn't know how Fang Tishuang's mouth grew. Normally, when it should be irritating, he would be able to piss him off to death, but at this time, he always went to his heart. poke.

As night fell yesterday, Fang Tishuang climbed onto His Majesty's bed with the bedding in her arms.

It was rare for Pei Ye not to chase him away, and let him slip into his arms. Fang Tishuang buried her head in his arms, smelled the incense on his lapel, and said in a low voice, "I can't bear you."

His Majesty's heart softened at once, and he lowered his head and kissed him on his hair: "I can't bear you either."

Fang Tishuang stared up at Pei Ye's face, searched her brains, but couldn't find an ancient poem that fit the occasion. After thinking for a long time, she didn't know where to dig out a poem, and tampered with it privately, and said inexplicably: " Your Majesty, the spring breeze turns green on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on 'you'?"

Pei Ye was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but hugged him and smiled: "You recite the poem well, do you have any more?"

He pondered for a moment, and then held back a sentence: "The grass is green every year, 'Your Majesty' will not return."

His Majesty looked at him and smiled for a long time.

Fang Tishuang suddenly became energetic. He was not good at composing poems, but Pei Ye supervised him to memorize those ancient poems. Even when he was painting normally, he had to read a few lines when he had nothing to do, and he remembered them better than anything else.

"'Pei Ye' is about to go on a boat..." Fang Tishuang paused, and then said, "Send Liulang again, full of love."

As he was reading, tears fell unconsciously from the corners of his eyes, he sobbed a few times, and then said in a crying voice: "I used to think that these poems were just easy to read, but now I know the feelings in them. It's too written. Does it make you sad?"

His Majesty hugged him distressedly and amusedly, raised his hand to wipe his tears, and then coaxed him to persuade him: "Stop crying, these literati are evil people with black hearts, why do they always write such sad poems?" ?”

Fang Tishuang nodded, sobbing and said: "That is to say, it is too bad to force people to carry it."

As soon as he stopped crying, Pei Ye made an excuse that his journey would be long and difficult, so he put Fang Tishuang in his arms and said a few miserable words.

Every time he sees Fang Tishuang crying, he always feels both distressed and happy. The former is because he loves his sadness and pities his red eyes and the tip of his nose, while the latter is because he finds that he seems to be morbidly fond of him. Second appearance.

Especially when seeing him crying for him, His Majesty felt that he was almost in a state of embarrassment.

Finally, Pei Ye got his wish and made the big kid cry again, and got him a few tears.

She also took advantage of the opportunity and kissed him from the forehead to the neck, and sucked from the inconspicuous Adam's apple on his neck to the collarbone, leaving patches of charming red.

If His Majesty wants to treat him like this, it is not impossible for His Majesty to coax him a little bit, but he will inevitably get scratched.

But today it was probably hard to get the moment of parting, Fang Tishuang suddenly looked very well-behaved, no matter how he played with it, there was no sign of getting angry and scratching others.

It was only at the end that I couldn't stand it any longer, so I said in a grievous voice, "My mouth is going to be ruined by your kiss..."

Before Pei Ye could answer, he muttered again: "What if I can't eat after it breaks down? Do you want to starve me to death?"

He loves delicious food very much in his heart, but in the end he still loves Pei Ye more, so he is willing to let him kiss him so magnanimously.

But this bad emperor has always been greedy and unrestrained in this matter. While Fang Tishuang was enjoying it, he was terribly afraid in his heart. Several words that he had heard from his master flashed through his mind. The emperor who lost his country due to excess.

He can't remember the other ones clearly, but he only remembers these few people in the history books, whether it's a faint king or a demon concubine, they all ended up bad in the end.

Pei Ye didn't know that he had thought so much in his heart, and thought so far, but couldn't help but tease him: "I'll pay for it if my kiss is broken."

"How do you want to pay?" Fang Tishuang asked seriously, "You can't scrape your mouth off to pay me."

"How can we really kiss badly?" Pei Ye looked into his eyes, and asked him slowly, "It's been so swollen for a while, won't it all be fed in the end?"

Fang Tishuang thought about it carefully, and found that it was indeed the case, so she stopped talking about the swollen mouth, changed the topic again, and muttered: "Your Majesty, you are so dissolute, you will soon become amiable. It’s the same as King Zhou in the history books.”

"Who? Licentious?" Pei Ye laughed at his childish words, and said casually, "You haven't seen anything really lewd."

When Fang Tishuang heard this, she suddenly regained her spirits, and asked him with a blushing face, "How can you be licentious? Tell me quickly."

Pei Ye didn't want to tell him, so he turned his face away and said perfunctorily, "Don't ask nonsense, kid."

"How can there be a child as tall as me?" Fang Tishuang suddenly revealed her true nature again, reached out and grabbed His Majesty's lapel, and asked fiercely, "Will you tell me?"

"How tall are you? You still have a whole head alone." The emperor's ears were slightly red, and he didn't look at him very much, just said, "What do little brats know?"

So Fang Tishuang tried her best and tossed him for a long time, but Pei Ye still refused to say anything.

Fang Tishuang then reacted, thinking that His Majesty must not understand, so she dared not tell him, fearing that she would lose face if she opened her mouth.

He thought he had figured it out, so he lay down on the pillow obediently again, grabbed Pei Ye's arm forcefully, and immediately hugged him in his arms: "I want to hold your hand to sleep tonight, Is it done?"

He cut it first and played it later, he hugged Pei Ye's arms in his arms before asking, but as long as he saw his red lips kissed by him, how dare Pei Ye not agree.

"You've hugged me so much," Pei Ye also lay down, "Can Gu not give you a hug?"

Fang Tishuang clasped his hand contentedly, and even said unforgivingly: "You are wise, if you dare not agree, I will take off your arm!"

"Stop reading those miscellaneous books," Pei Ye was annoyed and amused, "What nonsense have you learned?"

The two fought again like this, Fang Tishuang didn't know when she closed her eyes, let alone why it was suddenly the second day.

The two huddled together and had a breakfast that was neither early nor late, and then Fang Tishuang sent Pei Ye all the way to the gate of the palace, watching him get on the horse with ease.

His majesty has grown into a very handsome adult in a blink of an eye. The figure sitting on horseback is narrow and slender, and even a suit of armor can't stop his figure with broad shoulders, narrow waist, wasp waist and slashed back, like ink. Her long black hair was tied up high and fluttered freely in the wind.

As the team walked along the long street, Fang Tishuang's gaze also slowly drifted along the long street. Fang Tishuang didn't wake up until the long queue disappeared.

When Pei Ye left, Fang Tishuang's eyes suddenly lost their luster, and she returned to Daming Palace in a daze. She sat on His Majesty's dragon chair and thought about it. family letter.

He rested his chin in thought for more than an hour, drank several cups of milk tea and ate two plates of tea snacks during the period, and finally choked out a sentence, then carefully folded it and put it in the envelope.

Then he stood under the eaves and shouted: "General Su!"

Su Jing rushed over in a hurry: "What's your order, little master?"

"I want to send a letter to Your Majesty," Fang Tishuang said, "Your Majesty said that I can find you."

Su Jing respectfully took the thin envelope, and then said: "The sage may have just left the city not long ago, and the humble official ordered someone to hurry up, and maybe he can catch up tonight."

When Fang Tishuang heard that she wanted to hurry up, it must be a very tiring job, and it might not be worthwhile to send only a thin letter from home, so she hurried back to look through a small painting that she had just finished, and then went to Su Jing stuffed his hand: "Send this booklet as well."

Su Jing nodded slightly, then left with his things.

at night.

The army led by the emperor set up camp thirty miles outside the city.

Pei Ye hastily fed, and then he and the lieutenant general of the army inspected the chariot and horse tents one by one.

When they returned, they suddenly heard the sound of iron hooves, and a scout dismounted with a "wow", and then handed over his badge outside.

The accompanying attendants carefully checked his waist badge, asked a few words about his identity and name, and then led him in for a face-to-face meeting.

When he arrived in front of the emperor, the scout knelt on one knee, and then presented the thing sealed with yellow silk: "To the saint, this is from the palace."

Pei Ye didn't move, and only responded coldly: "I know."

Qi Chunye who was following Pei Ye took the yellow silk bag, and the scout quickly nodded and retreated.

Pei Ye didn't open the bag of things immediately to take a look. After returning to the tent, Qi Chunye lit a candle, and the emperor sat down slowly. A little impatience was not obvious.

He held the unnamed, unsigned envelope in his hands, and opened it carefully.

On such a large piece of letter paper, there is only one sentence on it, three words: I miss you.

Those three characters were crooked and big, so ugly that it was hard to see. Pei Ye knew who wrote them without thinking.

His Majesty couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and then put the page of letter paper back into the envelope with great care.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the booklet again. He had seen Fang Tishuang scribbling on it a few days ago, but every time he leaned over, Fang Tishuang seemed to be stepped on by someone's tail. Regardless of whether the paint on it is dry or not, the booklet must be closed quickly.

Fang Tishuang didn't like people to see his half-finished paintings, and Pei Ye also respected his temper in his heart, so when he went to find him later, if he saw him painting on the booklet, he would cough and remind him.

Unexpectedly, Fang Tishuang actually delivered this booklet to him right now.

Pei Ye turned a page lightly, and saw seven cats drawn on the first page, all of them had names and surnames, except for Xiao Mi's family, there was a little white cat snuggling up with a little white cat under the tree , a kitten with a pitch-black body, holding up a pair of sharp golden pupils, looking coldly at the person outside the painting.

The word "Pei Ye" was marked on the side of the little black cat, still crooked, like two ants crushed to death.

Qi Chunye also glanced at it, and complimented softly: "This black cat is drawn very vividly, very much like Your Majesty."

Pei Ye then flipped back, and the small brush strokes in the album were vivid. It seemed to tell a short story about the acquaintance of a white cat and a black cat. Xiao Mi's family was just an addition, and occasionally passed by outside the picture unexpectedly.

Later in the story, the two cats came together logically, tickled and licked each other every day, and lay side by side to bask in the sun.

Turning to the last page, the black cat somehow gave birth to a litter of cubs, and then the white cat brazenly pointed at a kitten that was as white as herself, and named it "Prince Cat".

Pei Ye was so angry and funny, he really wanted to fly back right now, and rub the brat who was thinking wildly all day in his arms.

Although he was a little angry in his heart, Pei Ye carefully flipped through the booklet again, and then he tilted his head and gave Qi Chunye a look, and Qi Chunye walked to the desk to grind ink for him.

His Majesty unfolded the paper lightly, intending to pick up a pen and write a reply letter to Fang Tishuang.