Chapter XXXIV

"You are loyal to this concubine."

Imperial Concubine Song, holding the little pet brought by the eunuch, gently stroked it under her hand, again and again, she has been upset in the past two days, this slave has eyes, and she found this little pet.

The kitten's fur is oily and smooth, and the whole body is snow-white, but it is really satisfying.

"Let's get a reward."

With a wave of his hand, the kneeling minions stepped back. It would be nice if her sister-in-law had something small to satisfy her.

"Thank you, mother!"

If he really made the right bet, if he sees the little pet in the future, he will definitely send it to this Song Niangniang.

Hurriedly retreated.

"You little thing doesn't love the old master."

He Song Nian wants to miss the old master, has this group of bandits given him a chance? Zhou Ying really likes this little kitten, but unfortunately, she was knocked unconscious in the kitchen when she was pulling, and now she doesn't know what to do......

The silly boy has a constant smell of medicine jars, but it is not like this lady who is covered in rouge and gouache, and she comes to her nose. Looking at her, she was ignorant, but for a kitten, the smell was too heavy.

"Sneeze, sneeze!"

"Ah, Niangniang, this cat cub is afraid that he is sick, don't pass it on to Niangniang, the old slave will take it to the hospital and let them check it carefully."

The main person next to Concubine Song, seeing this little kitten sneezing, thought that this cat cub should not bring headaches and brain fever to the master.

At that time, it was their minions who were unlucky.

"Go, I'll rest for a while, if the concubine's mother comes to intercede, stop me."

Being able to choose her sister-in-law is a blessing for that woman, a lowly person, and now she can wait for this good opportunity, and she still pretends to mess around with her like this, a concubine marries far away and enjoys the dignity of the princess, what's wrong?

I don't know what to do, and I'm short-sighted.

"Yes."

The emperor has no sisters to marry far away, and if she chooses her Song family, she Song Concubine can use this to step on others and reach the emperor's side, and this method alone can make her father rise to two levels in a row, how is it not good?

The Song family has raised her mother and daughter for more than ten years, and it is time for her to repay one or two.

When such a good show is about to be staged, she must open her eyes wide, take a good look, and now cultivate her spirit.

"You cat cub, don't think you're too expensive, in front of you, there are countless dead and injured pets, you have to put away those paws, don't scratch your mother's sideburns and clothes."

Concubine Song was holding the little kitten, which was pleasing, and in her arms, she stared at Yingying's big eyes, feeling as if she understood her words.

"Alas, I hope your life is better than that second lady of the Song family......"

There is no one around, and they are not afraid that the wall has ears, the servants in this palace have always been silent, but now they have some sympathy for a cat cub.

Song Nian was really sent to this hospital, and then he was left behind by that group, which means that he wanted to check this cat cub well.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this cat cub, but the rouge gouache on the mother's body is too rich, this cat cub is still young, how to make it?

I'm afraid that they are now boldly sent back, and if they are close to Concubine Song, they will smell of rouge and gouache, if they sneeze again, their group of imperial doctors will become the likes of quacks, and even worse, the head of the master will not be guaranteed.

Alas! They have now escaped the catastrophe of Concubine Song, but there is still a greater catastrophe waiting for them, the emperor's head disease has committed again, and now he is angry in the dormitory.

I don't know how long their lives will be tied to the waist of their trousers......

Song Nian was surrounded by this group of herbs, and the smell was much heavier than that of Zhou Ying, so in order to avoid sneezing all the time and attracting the attention of this group of people, he found a secluded place to stay.

He can't go back to the cold palace now.

If he was looked at by the person who had a heart on the way, Zhou Ying would not be as simple as losing a cat. This kid can't be exposed.

"This land is drying herbs, you have an eye!"

Song Niangang wanted to find a place to lie down and think about the countermeasure. No, I met someone who likes to talk to a little pet.

Looking at his outfit, I am afraid that he is the apprentice of anyone in this imperial hospital, just because the group of imperial doctors is now in a group, anxiously thinking about the prescription for healing the emperor, this person is leisurely, rummaging herbs in this place.

Seeing that the cat cub ignored him, he sorted out the herbs, sorted them out again, and said something in his mouth:

"Ephedra soup is made with cinnamon sticks, almonds and licorice. Fever, chills, head pain, typhoid fever, sweat. ”

Song Nian felt that this was a beginner's apprentice, and now he was here to recite this soup song. Listening to his chatter, Song Nian thought that since no one took care of him like this, the palace was now surrounded by the emperor to ask for warmth, and this was the right time to go back and take a look at Zhou Ying.

Seeing the seriousness of the apprentice's back, Song Nian quietly slipped out, although it was getting late, his coat was as white as snow, and he still needed to dress up in disguise. After rolling in the "slag" a few times, Fang realized that these were the residues left over after boiling the medicine, but he couldn't take care of it.

With the smell of medicine all over his body, although Song Nian could not be said to be familiar with the way, he finally found out where the cold palace was.

It's very dark and cold in this room.

Song Nian's heart is unknown, could it be that something happened to Zhou Ying? He's really weak!

In a hurry, he wanted to call out, and seeing Zhou Yingzai, Song Nian blurted out.

"Meow, meow."

It's not Ying, it's a string of cat meows.

He had forgotten all about being that kitten again.

Fortunately, the cry of the kitten also worked, and the black mass on the bed suddenly moved.

"Meow, meow!"

Since this method is effective, Song Nian can't take care of the old face now, so he called out twice.

"Snow ...... Hide? ”

This time he moved quickly, and a cloud of black came towards him, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, but his eyes were very bright.

"Meow meow."

Song Nian was very cooperative and shouted again.

"Xue Yin, Xue Yin! Snow Hide! ”

As if to confirm it several times, Zhou Ying called the name of the little thing again and again.

"Meow."

In this dark night, Zhou Ying held the cat cub in her arms, listening to the response, which could redeem him more than the Buddha.

He didn't have the little things he could protect.

But it came back anyway.

Come back to him, just as they agreed.

The only one in the world who will answer his call.

"In the future, you will be the only one who is most important to me in this world, okay?"

Zhou Ying hugged Xue Yin into her arms, and found that Xue Yin's body smelled of medicine, and her snow-white fur was dyed thick and light, and she was distressed and moved when she looked at it. Such a big kitten, in this palace, how to get it back, can think of the hardships.

Zhou Ying hates her current self.

Weak, blindly tolerate.

He never thought about competing with others for anything, but he almost lost Xue Yin. If he couldn't get better and stronger, the soft little body in his arms would be snatched away again.

And next time, Zhou Ying asked herself, is there still a chance to meet Xue Yin?

Naturally slim.

He has always gone with the flow and not being too demanding, just because he is fortunate to have survived so far with his weak body, how can he be more demanding? Even if he is demanding, can he Zhou Ying have a life to enjoy?

In that case, why bother.

But now, he wants to be strong and become the strongest, so that what he cares about will no longer be snatched away.

Song Nian dragged the body of the cat cub and worked in this palace compound for a day, and no matter how hard he held on, he still fell asleep.

So I didn't notice Zhou Ying's abnormality.

But by the time he realized it, it was too late.

He smelled the smell of blood on Zhou Ying's body, and even after covering up and cleaning, the smell of blood still wafted.

Zhou Ying was uninjured, but fainted to the ground that day, and her forehead had already been bruised.

The smell of blood is not his.

That's someone else's.

He once felt sorry for Zhou Ying in Song Nian. A generation of emperors has the spirit of the body, but it is not a pity to spend his life in such a nest.

In those moist and simple eyes, it was a pity for him to look at it.

Now, there is no moisture in those eyes.

It is the desire that arises.

Song Nian saw desire in Zhou Ying's eyes. And it is also true that he killed others.

Song Nian saw the ghost of the underworld and the king of the underworld.

"Wake up."

Enma watched from the sidelines.

The man dragged the sickbed, and his eyes sparkled, which was the color of desire.

Naturally, coveting the position of the emperor of the world, this thing is naturally ambitious.

He was strange about Song Nian.

The regret in Song Nian's eyes, Yan Mo saw a little bit, but it was not a taste in his eyes at the moment, but it was him.

Song Nian didn't know what to do.

It was the eunuch who had insulted them who was killed.

Three days later, the body floated in the pond, where it was recovered by eunuchs and buried in a mass grave.

No one pursued the matter.

Just because Zhou Ying let out the wind, the eunuch who died died because of the unfavorable work for Concubine Song. In this way, all those who heard about it were silent.

The master is heaven, and he gave them death, and they have no choice, and they have to thank the great grace.

Money often unmakes the men who make it.

The eunuch's looting silver taels actually arrived in this cold palace, and the pile of pearls, jade, yellow and white things in the house, when he moved over, he Zhou Ying washed his emaciated hands three or five times in disgust.

So disgusted, why chase?

Song Nian was puzzled, but he also knew three points. He couldn't do anything, he was by Zhou Ying's side, and every day when he woke up, he would sit there for a moment.

Song Nian was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would be someone he didn't know. The clouds in the world, Shibei for three days, should be impressed. And Zhou Ying's growth rate has long been far exceeded.

He directed and acted in a fire.

A fire burned down the entire cold palace and burned the years he had stayed for more than ten years.

Didn't even look back.

Song Nian was protected by him in his arms, feeling the steady breathing coming from Zhou Ying's chest.

He lost that heart.

Zhou Ying faked his death, and used those belongings to change his face to the world, without any flaws.

Let Song Nian look no longer a trace of familiarity.

Even the hands that hugged him were not as warm as they were at the beginning.

"I wonder if the Lord of the Dead can wait and see enough?"

Ever since Zhou Ying killed the old slave, he has been watching this person and a cat in the sky above this cold palace.

"Tired of it?"

"It's not that you're tired of it, didn't Xiao Sheng offend the Immortal Monarch in the first place before he was punished by this?"

Why is he tired of Song Nian? This is Zhou Ying's life, the imperial spirit in his life is growing stronger and stronger, even if there is no unicorn to protect him, he is now the only emperor and general in this world.

"If the Immortal Monarch thinks that Xiao Sheng's attitude towards punishment is acceptable, then take me back."

He Song Nian didn't want to be this cat cub.

"It's late."

Now Fang is going to retreat, it's too late, Song Nian.