The little milk cat slept sweetly, and after a while, it purred slightly.

The folds between Di Ze's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, suppressing the killing intent that was pouring out of his heart little by little.

With his slender fingers tapping his swollen temples, he stepped forward with his long legs and approached the bed, his drooping eyes dark and beautiful, and he paused slightly when his eyes touched the golden quilt.

In the end, he put the snow-white ball in his arms on the ground next to the bed.

Lifting off his robe, he raised his legs and lay on the bed, as if there was still the warmth of a milk cat in his palms.

After a pause, he looked sideways at the cat lying on the blanket.

Her body was curled up, her little face buried between her little paws, and her exposed ears twitched slightly from time to time.

Di Ze pulled his thin red lips, his eyes flowed, and he slowly closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes completely covered the pupils.

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The next day, Shixia was awakened from hunger, and when he opened his round eyes, the temple was empty.

The maids and eunuchs stood guard at the door.

Dizzy from hunger, she wondered how to find something to eat.

Following the reminder of the 101 system, she took a step and sneaked out of the room.

The snow-white little ball staggered when he walked, and when he crossed the threshold, he fell on all fours, and it took a lot of effort to turn over.

The guards and maids on the side watched the cats out of the palace in silence.

Yesterday, the kitten suddenly appeared in the emperor's palace, and the news that it was picked up by the emperor himself has spread in the palace.

Today's emperor is tyrannical and ruthless, since he was a child, he led troops to go to battle, killed more people than they had eaten, and left a word when he encountered something unpleasant.

"Kill."

It's not just about killing, people who provoke the emperor have to experience inhuman abuse before being killed.

And the emperor doesn't need a reason to kill people at all, if he doesn't like your clothes, then you are not far from death.

The entire palace was full of pressure, and everyone didn't dare to raise their eyes when they walked, for fear that they would look at the emperor and their lives would be buried in an instant.

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Basilica.

The courtiers in official uniforms lined up on both sides, and they didn't dare to come out with their heads down.

On the steps, there is a huge golden dragon chair, on which the long dragon hovers, looking at all beings.

The Son of Heaven hung twelve crowns in front of his forehead, and they collided gently, and the crisp sound was extremely clear in the hall.

He supported one hand on his forehead, the pupils under his long eyelashes were dark and beautiful, and the thin red lips under the high bridge of his nose were slightly hooked, containing a bit of cruelty, and the delicate jaw line could be vaguely seen, extending to the snow-white neck.

A courtier swallowed his saliva and stood up as if he were dead: "Your Majesty, it's time for the draft to be put on the agenda!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall was unusually quiet.

This idea was clearly put forward by the Queen Mother.

The minister is only conveying the will.

It's just that the dancing girls sent by the neighboring countries have been killed by the emperor at least ten, and they are all top beauties!

All the ministers hurriedly held their breath, for fear of catching fire.

The son of heaven on the dragon chair lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at the minister who stood up, his slender knuckles tapped on the dragon chair, his posture was a little scattered, and his thin red lips spit out a word.

"Kill."

With only one faint word, the ministers broke out in a cold sweat.

Two guards rushed out from the side, grabbed the minister, and prepared to leave the palace.

The rest of the ministers couldn't help but glance away.

This is already the third minister to be killed because of the draft this month, and the emperor seems to be extremely unhappy with the draft, as long as someone mentions it, it is a dead end.

It's just that the guards pulled the minister to stop at the entrance of the palace.

A snow-white little milk cat stood quietly at the door, the tips of her ears moved slightly, she glanced into the hall, and met the eyes of the Son of Heaven on the dragon chair.