famous eldest daughter

Chapter 308 White Cat
Over the quiet courtyard of Yongninghou Mansion, the stars were sparse and shining brightly.

That night, Xiaohui, who had always been ambitious, tossed and turned excitedly and couldn't sleep all night. Her mind kept thinking about the things her mother had taught her before going to bed, especially the unheard-of secrets of the boudoir. The cat was in her heart, disturbing her thoughts.

At dawn, there was a faint light coming through the window. Under the morning light, a row of phoenix bamboos cast their shadows on the white paper window, swaying. She looked at it, her thoughts were dizzy and chaotic. , and then closed his eyes in a daze.

Not knowing what she was dreaming about, grandma rolled over and got up. When she passed by her door, she heard a faint sound of "uh huh huh" coming from inside.

When choosing a concubine for Dong Ce, we must put Xiaohui in without leaving any trace, and we must not choose among the selected maids who are better than Xiaohui in every way and overshadow Xiaohui. We must also be able to win the favor of Mrs. Bai, mama. Grandma also suffered from insomnia for half the night last night, and she sifted through the maids in the house one by one like passing through a sieve.

Yawning and with two dark circles under his eyes, he hurriedly washed up and rushed to Bai's house to serve.

At the same time, the third prince Xiao Yizheng was dressed in loose clothes, holding a sharp sword, waving it up and down in the small courtyard of the study. He practiced the full set of swordsmanship for about three or five times before stopping.

Since he started practicing martial arts at the age of five, he has never stopped dancing in the morning. Regardless of spring, autumn, winter or summer, thunderstorms, blizzards, roosters crowing and dancing have long been an unchangeable part of his life.

Seeing Xiao Yi exhale and withdraw his strength, the boy standing beside him hurriedly handed him a wrung towel. Xiao Yi threw the sword to him with one hand, took the towel with the other, and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead and neck. Walk towards the bathroom on the side of the study.

In the scorching summer and severe winter, his bath water is always mixed with ice. Only in this way can he be reminded at the very beginning of the day that the world is cold and unpredictable, and every step he takes must be done carefully. consideration.

Only the water mixed with ice can keep his mind awake at all times.

After washing and changing into clean clothes, a boy brought breakfast and placed it on the stone table in the study courtyard according to Xiao Yi's instructions.

A bowl of white porridge, two plates of steamed buns, and some vegetarian dishes are extremely bland.

After sitting down, without even raising chopsticks, Xiao Yi glanced at the food in front of him, turned his head and stretched out his hand, taking over a white cat that was held in the arms of the boy next to him.

This white cat, completely white without a single streak of color, was exactly the same as the one in Xiao Jingyu's arms.

The clear eyes shone with enchanting, charming and bewitching light, like a dark and deep swamp, when one glanced at it, one's heart could not help but feel cold.

Xiao Yi didn't take care of the cat as carefully as Xiao Jingyu did. He lifted its neck roughly and put it on his lap.

The cat seemed to sense some kind of crisis. It struggled desperately and screamed at the top of its voice. The sharp voice pierced the quiet morning, bringing with it a bit of creepy sadness.

No matter how hard it struggled, it could never break free from Xiao Yi's grasping hands.

With just a little effort, he turned the cat belly up. At the same time, Xiao Yi picked up a small spoon and took a spoonful of the porridge. Regardless of whether the white porridge was still burning his mouth, he poured it into the cat and pulled it. A mouth that screamed at the top of its lungs.

The white porridge went into its throat, and it seemed to really burn it. The white cat immediately trembled all over and let out a horrifying cry.

Xiao Yi just pressed it firmly, watching it struggle desperately, as if he felt a touch of pleasure, with a smile in the corners of his eyes and brows, as if he was watching another play.

After a while, the cat's meowing finally stopped.

Seeing that there were no other abnormalities after eating the white porridge, Xiao Yi raised his chopsticks and used the same method to feed the cat all the other food on the table.

Every time he ate something, he would stop for a few cups of tea. With a pleasing expression on his face, he watched the cat go from struggling in pain to becoming silent and motionless.

After a lot of trouble, nearly half an hour had passed when the cat had tasted all the food on the table. Seeing that the kitten was still jumping around, Xiao Yi turned his hand and stuffed it into the boy's hand, and ate by himself.

As soon as he left Xiao Yi, the kitten immediately stopped trembling, huddled up into a ball as if it was wronged, nestled in the palm of the young man's arms, felt his heartbeat, and slowly closed his eyes.

Luo Zhisong came over at this time. He was still wearing an azure robe and gray cloth shoes. He walked through the door of the study room. The slightly orange sunlight in the morning shone on his somewhat pale face, giving this man who had always been taciturn a young people, coated with a fresh layer of life.

If Luo Zhisong was indeed resourceful, Xiao Yi would benefit a lot every time he made a move. Xiao Yi could not tell that he was any different from ordinary people from his appearance. At a rough look, he was just a white-faced scholar with a bookish air about him. , is too thick.

Seeing Luo Zhisong approaching, Xiao Yi, who has always been extremely skilled in the power of winning over people's hearts, immediately put down the ivory chopsticks in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, stood up with a smile, saluted before Luo Zhisong, and said with a smile: "Why are you so early? You’re here, but something happened?”

As he spoke, he walked around the stone table and headed towards the study.

Luo Zhisong followed Xiao Yi, his lowered eyelashes cast shadows around his eyes, covering his eyes full of emotions. His voice had no fluctuations, but he said calmly and calmly: "Because I had something on my mind, I stayed up all night, for fear of delaying Your Highness. We have a big plan, so we rushed here early in the morning."

When Xiao Yi heard this, his face was immediately moved. He raised his finger to the chair Luo Zhisong used to sit on, and said with a smile: "For my affairs, I really make you anxious and hard-working. Seeing your expression, I am really heartbroken."

Then he ordered the boy, "Go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of my blood swallow tea to sir."

The young man heard this and turned around, but Luo Zhisong accepted the favor without moving his brows, his face still pure and solemn, as if no matter how great the favor was, he couldn't make him smile.

Xiao Yi suddenly felt a little lost, but then he thought of Luo Zhisong's usual life, and the loss disappeared automatically.

Sitting down on the chair behind the desk, Xiao Yi asked, "What's bothering you sir so much that you've been up all night?"

Luo Zhisong raised his eyes abruptly, and a flash of shock flashed in his clear and clear eyes, and he looked at Xiao Yi with a face full of surprise, "Could it be that His Highness can rest in peace?"

Asked in such a tone, even if he didn't understand why, Xiao Yi was still unconsciously embarrassed, and a little flush came to his cheeks.

Fortunately, Luo Zhisong did not ask further about this doubt, but kept speaking. Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and was surprised to realize that a layer of fine beads of sweat was oozing out from his forehead that had just been looked at by him.

"His Majesty has imprisoned the prince of South Vietnam for two days in the sky prison. During this period, everything he ate and drank was leftover rice and stinky water. What do you think of this?" Surprise flashed through his eyes, and the clear light gradually faded away, and he returned to his usual self, as if he were at the seaside. It's as confusing as a fog, making it unclear.

Xiao Yi's heart suddenly moved.

(End of this chapter)