Immortal Loves Cat Also

Even if he went out in the middle of the night, Qingwu woke up early the next day.

When she opened her eyes, Wen Yue was still asleep and stayed for a while. Qingwu saw a thin layer of ill Qi lingering in Wen Yue's eyebrows. She paused, approached Wen Yue again, and transferred her spiritual power to his body bit by bit.

After the sickness between her eyebrows dissipated again, she stopped Du Lingli, yawned lazily and arched into the quilt.

Qingwu narrowed again for a while, and Wen Yue woke up. When one man and one cat cleaned up and walked out of the side hall, he just saw the palace man walking into Xianyang palace with breakfast.

"Brother Huang!" When king saw Wen Yue, he ran over with excitement on his face.

Wen Yue slightly twisted his eyebrows, looked at him, opened his mouth and seemed to want to scold, but he didn't know what he thought and didn't say, but gently nodded, looked down at Qingwu in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Wen Xiaomiao is hungry."

"Meow?" what? When did she say she was hungry? Qingwu looked up at him with a confused face.

Wen Yue put his hand over her eyes and blocked her sight. He looked up at the king and didn't speak.

"I asked the imperial dining room to make fish soup. Wen Xiaomiao, go and have a taste." Jingdi's eyes were bright. He said to Qingwu, but his eyes looked at Wen Yue.

"Yes." Wen Yue nodded for Qingwu and walked into the palace with Qingwu in his arms. Emperor Jing walked beside him. He sat down and put Qingwu on the table. Emperor Jing waved his hand. The palace attendant immediately came forward, filled a bowl of fish soup in a small bowl and put it in front of Qingwu.

"I asked someone to do it in advance. Now the temperature is just right. It won't burn your cat's tongue." Jingdi looked at Qingwu with some expectation.

He knows that a cat's tongue is very sensitive to temperature and can't eat anything hot.

"Meow ~" thank you. Qingwu thanked and licked the fish soup in front of him. As soon as the fish soup was imported, the tip of his tongue was filled with the delicious smell of fish meat. As soon as Qingwu cat's pupil lit up, he had already known the answer when he had been looking at her king, but he still wanted Qingwu to confirm it himself.

"Wen Xiaomiao, what do you think?" Probably influenced by Wen Yue, Emperor Jing's attitude towards Qingwu is not like a cat, but like a person.

"Meow!" it's delicious. Qingwu narrowed the cat's pupil with satisfaction and said to the king, so she bowed her head and ate seriously.

The more Wen noticed her happiness, he raised his lips, glanced at the king and said, "she said it was delicious, thank you."

"Just like it." The king also smiled, and there was no haze between his eyebrows and eyes.

After that, they didn't speak again and ate breakfast on their own.

Seeing that a bowl of fish soup was about to see the bottom, Qingwu suddenly gave a meal, looked at the direction of the door, and the hair on his tail exploded.

"Meow!" Here she is! Qingwu screamed, and the fish soup was ignored. A deep snore came out of her throat. The cat pupil stared at the direction of the door. She slowly retreated to Wenyue's side.

Wen Yue looked at her when she stopped. Seeing her frightened appearance, he also put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the towel and handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and reached out to pick her up.

The king emperor found something wrong with one person and one cat. He immediately twisted his eyebrows and asked, "what's the matter?"

While asking, he already waved his hand, and the maid in waiting immediately bent back and went out to check.