Fuyao looked at this somewhat childish Emperor of the Patriotic Monarchy, and said in his heart: You really treat me as an ordinary cat, so I don't look down on these things.

Wei Yan felt that the cat in front of him glanced at him contemptuously, but after thinking about it, how could a cat have the same emotions as a human.

So he said to the palace people that he was going to sleep, and he didn't turn over the sign of the concubine in the palace, and dismissed all the palace people around him who served him - except for Qin Huan.

It wasn't until all the palace people retreated that Qin Huan carefully moved a bunch of things that I didn't know if they were folds or books, and folded them half-stacked; Then he used a silver needle to pick out the wick that had burned a lot on the desk, and in an instant, the light around the desk was a lot.

Fuyao or Pan Cheng nestled in a circle on the bed, looking at this young emperor who was secretly working hard to avoid everyone's eyes and ears.

His desire not to be manipulated by the courtiers was so strong, strong that he could call her over.

That night, Wei Yan, who watched Song Shu fall asleep on the table, had a dream, and there was a cat in the dream that was similar to the cat he was holding today, but behind the cat, there were many more tails, and he counted them in a daze, about five or six.

He was thinking about how this cat could have so many tails, when he saw the cat open its mouth, and then it said the same language as him: "I am a six-tailed cat, tell me your wish, and your wish will come true." ”

Fuyao in the dream looked at Wei Yan's face and became a little surprised, everyone before would also have such an expression, after all, in the human mind, animals can speak, which is a strange thing.

"Six-tailed cats? How do you speak human language? Wei Yan unabashedly said everything in his heart.

It's a very troublesome thing to explain every time, which can't help but make Fuyao roll his eyes again: "I am an immortal, as long as I say your wishes, I can make it happen." ”

Wei Yan was a little skeptical, but he still slowly said his wish - after all, this is a dream, isn't it, even if he says it, it won't come true, and if he says it, it will give him an outlet for a long time.

"I don't think the courtiers should interfere with my decision, especially Wang Qian."

......

The next day's Wei banquet still woke up at the same hour to go to the morning court as always, but when he went up to the main hall, he saw that there were a few fewer courtiers standing below for no reason, especially Wang Qian, who wanted to criticize him everywhere.

So it also rose, so he casually asked: "Where is Wang Shangshu?" ”

The courtiers below, you look at me, I look at you, and finally one of them stood up: "Your Majesty, Wang Shangshu suddenly had a stroke last night, I'm afraid it's ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to go to court for a few months......"

Just hearing the news of Wang Qian's stroke, Wei Yan was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the cat that had granted his wish in his dream yesterday.

"In addition to Wang Shangshu, Qi Yongming, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and Hong Fangjie, the waiter of the Ministry of War, also took leave today." Another courtier said.

This makes Wei Yan even more strange, Qi Yongming, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and Hong Fangjie, the waiter of the Ministry of War, are Wang Qian's right-hand men on weekdays, and the three of them have accidents at the same time...... Could it really be that his wish has come true?

Wei Yan, who had no intention of the early dynasty, rushed straight to the dormitory after surviving the early dynasty, and the white cat was still lying on his bed, lazily licking his paws and cleaning his hair.

"Hahahaha", looking at this kind of Fuyao, Wei Yan laughed, but he was not someone else, but himself, "It's just a coincidence, how can it be...... Where is there such a character as a god ......"