Immortal Loves Cat Also

If autumn CI hadn't said that the imperial concubine didn't know that she asked people to chase the cat, I'm afraid she couldn't escape punishment today.

As soon as the imperial concubine was nervous, she nodded immediately. She paused for a moment, but still didn't look at the man holding the cat over there, and hung her head and hurried away.

As soon as the imperial concubine left, Emperor Jing immediately looked at Wen Yue, leaned over beside him and said happily, "brother Huang, let me have lunch with you?"

After that, Jingdi paused, took a look at Qingwu, and continued to add: "I've made pickled fish in the kitchen. Wen Xiaomiao will like it."

"Meow!" Qingwu nodded approvingly. Pickled cabbage fish is really her favorite. She likes all fish, but... Qingwu hesitated, "meow!" If the cook's craft is not good and the cooking is not delicious, she won't like it either.

Qingwu looked at the king with a serious face.

Jingdi looked puzzled. He obviously didn't know what she was talking about.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yue suddenly bent his lips in a good mood and coughed.

Emperor Jing immediately looked at him and asked, "brother Huang, what is she talking about?"

"Wen Xiaomiao said that if the Royal chef didn't cook delicious, she wouldn't eat even her favorite fish."

"Ah?" The king looked at Wen Yue and said with a smile, "don't worry, all the Royal chefs in the palace are good and won't be bad."

"Meow ~" that's good. Qingwu said, patting the back of Wen Yue's hand with his claws, indicating that he should go to dinner.

Wen Yuehui scratched her chin, "let's go."

When he really ate sauerkraut fish, Qingwu's eyes lit up and shouted to the king, "meow!" yummy!

"She said it was delicious." Wen Yue, who sat next to her, explained. Emperor Jing's face showed joy and stretched out his hand to touch her. He could see that Wen Yue's action stopped again. He withdrew his hand, looked at Qingwu and said, "if you like to eat, let the imperial dining room change it for you every day."

"Meow ~" thank you ~ Qingwu thanked and began to eat fish seriously.

"She said thank you." Wen Yue seems to explain his addiction.

When Qingwu was full, she was rarely sleepy. Instead, she lay on her back on the table with a round belly exposed and chatted lazily with the king.

"Meow?" Is your name Duan Jing? She remembered Duan Zian, also surnamed Duan, who was in Lincheng before.

"She asked if your name was Duan Jing." Wen Yue wiped the corners of his mouth and explained in a low voice.

The king emperor also finished eating at this time. Hearing his words, he subconsciously said, "brother Huang, you don't know my name."

After that, he looked at Qingwu and said with a smile, "my name is Wen Jing, not Duan Jing."

"Meow?" Wen Jing? Isn't Huang Duan? Qingwu looked at him puzzled.

Wen Yue on one side did not hesitate to help emperor Jing explain Qingwu's meaning.

Leaning on the chair behind him, when talking about this matter, his face was somewhat proud: "I was also surnamed Duan, but everything about me, including this life, was given to me by the imperial brother. The imperial brother's surname was Wen, so I changed it to Wen."

Probably thinking of the things that had not ascended the throne before, the king's eyes showed some nostalgia, "although I followed my brother step by step at that time, now I feel that that time was the happiest."

"Meow?" Why? Qingwu looked at him curiously. Isn't this a better life now? This is the life that many people dream of.