The little cat's face was unlovable. Emperor Yuanshou became more amused as he watched it. After a long while, he fished the cat into his arms, not caring that the ink on her body would stain his dragon robe, and smiled:" Will you dare to be naughty next time?"

Qinghuan was full of cows, she knew she wouldn't step on her paws a long time ago. She was purely for fun, but she knew that Emperor Yuanshou's eyes were so small.

She meowed, thinking that Emperor Yuanshou would forget it, but she didn't expect that he would continue to hold her small claws and dipped the ink stamps, and the front row of important officials could see the corners of their mouths twitching—the emperor, dare you dare to mess around again some? What kind of style is this?

In the end, the stack of high memorials was covered with Qinghuan's little plum blossom paw prints. She was already exhausted, and the little white cat became a cat. Emperor Yuan Shou lifted her up, held her in his arms, and drove back to the palace.

It was steaming, and Qing Huan had the honor to take a bath with Emperor Panlong today.

Most cats are naturally afraid of water, and Qinghuan is no exception. Her four paws were tightly hooked to Emperor Yuanshou's clothes and refused to go down, and her nervousness was extremely funny. Emperor Yuan Shou opened her claws and saw that she was really scared, so he ordered someone to bring in a small wooden basin, and then put Qing Huan in it.

The little cat was lying in the tub, also very well-behaved.

It was the first time that the palace servants waited on Emperor Yuanshou to bathe and freshen up, and it was the first time to serve Emperor Yuanshou. Several times, he couldn't control her strength and hurt Qinghuan's hair. She groaned twice, obediently lying in the basin and didn't dare to move. Just kidding, it's not a joke if it gets knocked over. She didn't want to drink the bath water of Emperor Yuanshou at all!

The maids who were waiting around were also dumbfounded. What is the emperor doing to have such fun with a cat?

Emperor Yuanshou doesn’t care what the maids are thinking. He is now very interested in cats, so he is willing to spoil her and play with her. The cat’s fur is very smooth, and it looks like satin after encountering water. Generally floating in the water, the soft appearance makes people want to caress carefully.

The ink quickly dispersed, and Emperor Yuanshou wiped Qinghuan's pancreas again. The kitten was washed clean and smelled, wrapped in a clean cloth towel.

When he had finished washing himself, the maid presented Qinghuan which had been made into a cat roll. Emperor Yuankuri smiled at the cat wrapped in a cloth towel with a pair of heterochromatic eyes looking around. He received it in his arms and nodded her little head: "This time it’s cleaned, if you don’t cherish yourself, I will throw you in the ink."

This threat made Qing Huan's body shake all over, this person is really too bad.

She quickly meowed twice and licked Yuanshou's fingers fondly. His warm and slender hand held her and wiped her hair. When the cloth was wet, she would change another one until Qinghuan's hair was dry. Emperor Hunter thought of himself.

The cat litter is obviously useless, and Qing Huan was put on the dragon bed early in the morning. Just when she was waiting for Emperor Yuanshou to come to bed, Emperor Yuanshou came over and squeezed her pink claws: "I have something to do. I want to come back later. Go to bed obediently, understand?"

Something? what's up? Qing Huan didn't react for a while, and subconsciously grunted. Emperor Yuan Shou thought she had agreed, and nodded her nose, turned around, not forgetting to leave a court lady here to look after her.

Qing Huan lay on the pillow, tilted his head and thought for a while, taking advantage of the maid not paying attention, sneaking out of the bed, and rushing in the direction where Emperor Yuanshou had left.

After tossing and turning to the side hall, she suddenly realized that she was in Linxing Palace after hearing the soft woman pleased! Qing Huan's evil taste suddenly came up. She was young, and it was night again, and there was no sound when she stepped on the blanket, so she slipped in against the root of the wall, and the **** who watched the night didn't even notice it.

The closer to the side hall, the clearer the woman's groaning voice became clear. Those groaning and sobbing, and the emperor forgiving his concubines, were really charming to the bones. Qing Huan was a woman who couldn't help but want to be all over her body. Flicked. I don't know if Emperor Yuanshou will be entangled in such a stunner.

She stepped on the catwalk and approached. On the big bed, Dianluan Dafeng didn't need to mention it, Qing Huan took a look and then stopped turning her head-don't be polite.

Emperor Yuanshou hasn't vented yet, and there seems to be a white shadow in the corner of his eyes. He can't believe his eyes—has he seen the wrong one? Did that little fellow Yuanyuan follow here?

He is not passionate, but he is not used to being peeped by a cat when he is about to be fortunate with the imperial concubine, so he waved down the curtain with the palm of the wind, but the disturbed sexuality can't come back. It's Li Fei. How such a beautiful woman mellowed her love, Yuan Shou didn't have any interest, and after havingtily, he ordered someone to come in and wait on him. After going back to the sleeping hall and bathing, he went to bed and found that the kitten came back sometime, lying there sleeping full of heat, I don’t know. What year is this eve.

Thinking of the interrupted sexuality just now, Emperor Yuan Shou was angry and funny. The cat had only been with him for a day, so he let him taste all these emotions, which was really interesting.

Seeing Qinghuan sleeping well, Emperor Yuanshou was in an unbalanced mood, so he stretched out her fingers and squeezed her tender little paws, and ran her fingertips into her claws and rubbed them back and forth. He also slapped the slender ones from time to time. tail. Qinghuan was bothered by him and wanted to lose her temper. She was an emperor, and she had to snorting to live. She opened her watery pupils and made two chuckles. He licked the fingers of Emperor Yuanshu. Took a few back and forth.

Obviously this dogleg appearance pleased him, and Emperor Yuan Shou let Qinghuan go, but in the end he played her a brainer: "I will spare you this time, and I will dare to run around again next time. I won't break your legs!"

Qinghuan meowed and went to bed.

In this way, Qing Huan spent a month by Yuanshou's side soon. In this month, she never disturbed Emperor Yuanshou’s concubine Linxing. Every day she ate and slept enough, and slept enough to play. She vowed to make Yuanshou the number one benlong for twelve hours a day. Cat slave.

Fortunately, the harvest was quite fruitful. Although Emperor Yuan Shou was not so exaggerated to her as a cat slave, he was not far from it. Now he is completely devoid of cleanliness towards her, and he is willing to eat with her on a plate and a pair of chopsticks!

Emperor Yuanshou was born cold, treating such a person, but a pure woman could not enter his heart, but the identity of a cat brought great convenience to Qinghuan. She can enter and exit the palace at will. Emperor Yuan Shou wrote her a gold medal for gifting her with her current name Yuanyuan. There was a small golden bell on the small sign. The craftsmanship was exquisite and it was invaluable at first glance.

Really willing.

Because she is a cat, she will never betray, and she will never talk too much, so many times Emperor Yuanshou will unconsciously speak in front of Qinghuan when he has some troubles-of course, she doesn't want to listen at all.