Sang Yan was so frightened that she couldn't move.
Pei Muyang looked at it and said hurriedly: "Master Sang, don't be afraid, this cat is the most understanding of human nature and will not hurt anyone."
Cats really don't hurt people.
It pounced on Sang Yan and settled on her soft breasts.
Why is it a bit astringent?
Sang Yan wanted to hold it away, but it was indeed very humane. It stretched out its bright red tongue, licked her palm, and rubbed its soft head against her chin and neck.
OK.
Although Zhenxiang will be late, it will never be absent.
When the cat stretched out its two front paws and bowed to it cutely, Sang Yan really fell in love with it.
"Have you got a name?"
She looked at Pei Muyang.
"No. Your Majesty is waiting for Master Sang to name you."
Pei Muyang answered with a smile.
Sang Yan began to think: "Well... let's call it Snow Tuan."
Pei Muyang smiled and responded: "I will tell the emperor now."
"Wait--"
Sang Yan thought of the emperor's knees and asked, "Is the emperor's knees feeling better?"
When Pei Muyang heard this, his eyes rolled quickly, and the idea came to him.
He made a melancholy look and sighed: "Oh, no. I still refuse to take medicine. It's like being sincere and spiritual. This morning, it got worse and I couldn't even get out of bed."
Sang Yan: "..."
She knew that Pei Muyang was exaggerating, but she was still worried: "How can he not take medicine? Is he really a masochist?"
"No."
Pei Muyang agreed, and then hurriedly slapped himself: "Oh, my slave, I hope the master will forgive me for this mouth. Then the emperor is not the slave to arrange it. However, the emperor really did not listen to the slave's advice, and he still hopes that the master will forgive me.
Go and give me some advice."
He said good things for He Ying.
Both the master and the servant will play tricks on each other.
Sang Yan knew very well and said calmly: "I understand."
He waved his hand and let him go down.
As for whether or not to persuade?
Let her wash up first.
Pei Muyang took people back to the main hall of Qingning Hall.
In the palace
He Ying was sitting at the desk, copying Buddhist scriptures.
Buddhist scriptures are piled high.
His hand hurt when he wrote. When he saw Pei Muyang coming back from the corner of his eye, he said: "I always feel that Master Yixuan is playing tricks on me. Humph! If it doesn't work, let's see how I deal with it——"
They have already copied Buddhist scriptures, and yet they still say such things.
Pei Muyang hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty, if you are sincere, you will be wise."
He Ying: "..."
He turned off the engine instantly.
He sighed and changed the subject: "Sent the cat as a gift? Does she like it?"
Pei Muyang wanted to please him, so he naturally said something nice: "I like it. I like it. Master Sang was a little afraid of cats at first, but when he heard that it was a gift from the emperor, he hugged him and refused to let go. He even got angry at the cat.
The name is Snow Ball."
"Snow ball?"
He Ying thought of the cat with hair as thick as snow and smiled: "That's quite appropriate."
Pei Muyang added: "Master Sang also asked about your knees. I dared to say that you didn't apply any medicine. I wonder if the master will come over later?"
When He Ying heard this, he was sure that Sang Yan would come and stood up immediately: "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get the water!"
He needs to wash off the ointment!
When I applied the ointment, I discovered that my knee was almost healed.
Pei Muyang was very embarrassed: "This, this imperial doctor's ointment is really..."
The effect is either too good or not!
He Ying was unhappy: "I shouldn't have listened to you last night."
Pei Muyang immediately slapped himself: "It's my slave who talks too much."
"What now?"
"...Maybe Master Sang won't come either."
Just as he was talking, a eunuch sent a message: "Your Majesty, Master Sang is here."
He Ying quickly put down his clothes, ran to the table and sat down.
"Pass it on."
No need to pass it on, Sang Yan also came in.
She came straight to him, squatted down next to the table, and said straight to the point: "I heard that the emperor's knees haven't been treated with medicine yet?"
He Ying's mouth twitched, pretending to be angry: "Who said that? I've already applied medicine. It's better now."
He is really good, there is no need to show it to her.
Anyway, it's enough for her to express her concern.
Sang Yan thought he was lying and insisted on watching: "Let me see how great it is."
"No need to look."
He Ying felt guilty for no reason. When he saw Sang Yan staring at him, he felt confused and made random excuses: "Men and women cannot be intimate."
Sang Yan: "..."
This reason is really ridiculous.
"So the emperor still knows this?"
She curled her lips and sarcastically said: "Then the emperor is entangled with me as a widow, isn't it even more unethical?"
He Ying was speechless.
Sang Yan became impatient: "Your Majesty, I'll leave after just one look."
He Ying sighed: "I'm really well. The medicine given by the imperial doctor is very effective."
Effectively, he wanted to kill someone.
There has been no progress in treating his strange disease for more than ten years, but treating his knees has yielded quick results.
Sang Yan urged: "Hurry up. Let me see how effective it is."
He Ying had no choice but to lift his clothes.
Both knees are still bruised, but the swelling and blood stasis have indeed dissipated.
Compared to the first time we met last night, it was indeed much better.
Sang Yan was relieved: "It's just fine, Your Majesty."
He Ying felt sweet in his heart, with a smile on his lips: "I think it's good to have something to do, otherwise I wouldn't be able to feel your heart."
The emperor started to fall in love again.
He even started to curse himself.
Sang Yan was angry and helpless: "Your Majesty, please be careful. You are the head of a country, and you are responsible for all people. Don't make fun of your own body."
He Ying obediently agreed: "Okay. I'll listen to you."
Seeing that he was so obedient, Sang Yan felt complicated. She turned away and saw the Buddhist scriptures on the desk, and asked in confusion: "How to copy this?"
He Ying did not want to make her happy by copying Buddhist scriptures for her, so he said: "Master Yixuan said that I am too violent and need to copy Buddhist scriptures to cultivate my moral character."
After hearing this, Sang Yan didn't think much and supported it: "The emperor should really copy more, so as not to kill people easily."
He Ying smiled fondly and did not refute: "Yeah."
Pei Muyang listened and said at the right time: "Where is this? It's clearly a Buddhist scripture that the emperor copied for Master Sang. He got up early in the morning to copy it. It's obvious that he didn't sleep for long last night. The emperor is so tired of his body, what a slave.
It’s—”
The word "heartbroken" cannot be uttered.
Because the one who should feel bad is not him, but her.
Sang Yan discovered that this Pei Muyang was very good at playing tricks.
He could always say a few words to maximize the emperor's favor.
Is this the power of the imperial eunuch?
"Your Majesty, you really took great pains for me."
She was 70% emotional and 30% sarcastic.
He Ying could tell that something was wrong in his tone, but he still said shamelessly: "It doesn't matter, it's all worth it for you."
Sang Yan nodded and stood up: "Then I will not affect the emperor's copying of Buddhist scriptures."
Seeing that she was leaving, He Ying was still a little reluctant: "It doesn't matter if you're here."
He changed the subject and asked: "How do you feel today? Is there anything else that makes you uncomfortable?"
Sang Yan shook his head: "As long as the emperor doesn't kill randomly for me, I think I feel pretty good."
He Ying disagreed, and his tone became stronger: "Those who hurt you must be severely punished. This is both deterrence and protection."
Sang Yan knew that the emperor was good for her, but she felt a little uneasy: "I don't want to be a beauty and a disaster."
"You're the only one who still has beauty and trouble? You really think too highly of yourself."
He Ying was amused, but when he saw Sang Yan's gloomy eyes, he was really scared. He didn't dare to laugh. He could only hold it in and looked at Pei Muyang: "Master Sang, tell us, what is a beauty?"
Disaster?"
Pei Muyang said matter-of-factly: "There are only a few people who are famous all over the world for their beauty and calamity... Let's not talk about the disaster of Xia Ji in the previous dynasty. It was a critical moment to escape. She said
When she was hungry, the emperor stopped fleeing, set up camp for her, washed her hands and made soup. She was the concubine of Emperor Jia during the period of He Taizu. When she was conquering the world, she lost a hairpin. That was why the three armies stopped to look for her hairpin. Oh.
, and the Concubine Xiang of Beiqi. Because the King of Puluo said, "She was born as a singer and was born low," the Emperor of Beiqi was furious. He gave an order and sent out 100,000 soldiers overnight, approaching the capital of Puluo, just to give her.
Please apologize..."
Sang Yan didn't feel any emotion in his heart after hearing this. He even felt that the incident involving Concubine Beiqi and Xiang was probably the result of Emperor Beiqi trying to mess with Puo Kingdom. Otherwise, just because of one sentence, the two countries were at war. No matter how you looked at it, you would think it was nonsense.
However, these are none of her business.
She looked at the interested emperor, frowned and asked, "The emperor finds it interesting? Do you want to imitate him?"
"Why not?"
He Ying asked back, his tone natural and domineering: "I like you, and I want the whole world to know."