Originally, I wanted to put it in the small plate in front of her, but I didn't expect that the little thing was very anxious and went straight to eat. The little paw held his fingers, soft and weak, and did not make any claws, and then tilted his head to chew. Emperor Panlong only felt that his fingers itched slightly, and the little thing's tongue was licking hard, which really made it feel indescribable.

He smiled faintly, and when Qinghuan finished eating, he pinched a little for her until she could no longer eat it.

This time... I was really holding on. Qinghuan lay on the table. Emperor Panlong held her into his hand, touched her round belly, and sighed, "A greedy cat."

Qinghuan meowed.

Emperor Panlong also ate some quickly and prepared to change his clothes and take a bath.

He put Qinghuan in the cat's nest, but Qinghuan followed her with a slight pace. If you were an ordinary cat, it would be convenient. You just need to eat, sleep, and eat occasionally, and act cute every day, but can you hold the thick thigh of Emperor Panlong?

The answer is obviously no. Although she is now a cat body, she is not a cat heart. An emperor like Panlong Emperor will definitely not be as good as an ordinary man. Time is the most important thing. Qinghuan doesn't want to waste a minute or a second, and she is still in a hurry to go back to Naihe Bridge to clean up Mo Ze.

Two palace maids were changing clothes for Emperor Panlong, and several palace maids were preparing pancreas, cloth towels and other objects. When they saw Emperor Panlong's strong, tall and burly body, they couldn't help but blush their pretty faces. Unfortunately, His Majesty had strong self-control and rarely visited the palace maids, so they could only dream of being visited.

He really has a good figure, Qinghuan thought.

The dragon robe she took off was neatly folded and placed aside. Qinghuan lay down without hesitation, and the pleasant smell of ambergris surrounded her instantly. She stared at the Emperor Panlong in the bathhouse without blinking. The palace maid was rubbing his back. The skin was covered with light bronze, and every muscle was full of strength and beauty. She looked just right in her body, and the giant thing between her legs was also very impressive.

It must be very happy to be his concubine. Qinghuan thought endlessly, then yawned again and purred.

When Emperor Panlong's ears couldn't hear this, he looked back and saw Maoer sleeping on his dragon robe. He suddenly felt like he was playing with his fingers and bounced over it. Seeing Maoer looking around in a daze, he burst into laughter.

The cute little guy has been together for less than a day, and he has made him happier than the concubine in the harem for half a year.

This is bath water... Qinghuan sighed in his heart, let him go.

When he was taking a shower, a palace maid accidentally hurt Emperor Panlong's black hair. He glanced at her faintly, and someone came in and dragged her out immediately. Other palace maids served even more intimidatingly. In fact, you should be more careful when doing things in His Majesty's bedroom, because you don't know when you can't do it well and you will lose your life.

Emperor Panlong was not an emperor who took human life, otherwise he would not have unified the world at only twenty-five years old and governed the country in an orderly manner. He was just a disgraceful person by nature, and he would immediately remove anything bad to him. He was also a perfect figure in the court. The censors of the Panlong Kingdom were basically just a decoration, because as long as it was decided by him, no one was allowed to object or argue.

It is not very similar to saying that he is a wise monarch because he cannot listen to anyone's advice or opinions. But it is not necessarily true that he is a tyrant monarch - have you ever seen such a young and promising monarch? Strictly speaking, Qinghuan thinks he is a wise tyrant.

A cold, powerful, yet rational violent person.

Such a person is very suitable to be an emperor because he is the only one who does things, and he will move forward bravely after making a decision, and has a very high intelligence, and is ruthless and ruthless. There is nothing he can't do if he wants to do.

God's darling.

As a cat, Qinghuan is not qualified to go to the dragon bed, and the palace maids and eunuchs watching the night watch. So it is basically impossible for her to wait for Emperor Panlong to fall asleep and go to the bed secretly. The most important thing is that with Emperor Panlong's martial arts and alertness, she was pinned to death by him before she could climb up?

Not to mention that the height of the dragon bed is several times that of her who has no magic power at all, and she can't even jump up.

Emperor Panlong was used to reading before going to bed. After watching for a while, he heard a tender meow. He looked down and saw that the kitten that was supposed to be lying in the cat's nest was actually at his feet, tilting his round little head to him. The screams were very tender and sweet.

"Why, don't want to sleep anymore?"

Qinghuan continued to meow.

"... Want to sleep with me?" Emperor Panlong felt that he might be crazy and actually talked to a cat.

Qinghuan stretched out her claws and scratched the dragon bed. The meaning was very clear, she was going to bed.

After all, although that cat nest is very comfortable and luxurious, it can't sleep with Emperor Panlong on the first night. How can she please him in the future? The dragon bed looks so soft and sleeping well, and it's also very big.

Emperor Panlong couldn't remember when he slept with others last time. He never liked to be close to others. He had been alone since childhood. After ascending to the throne, even when he was lucky, the palace concubines were in the side hall. After finishing the work, they had to sleep alone.

The kitten is nothing. It just so happens that he is very interested in this cat now. As long as he is not too naughty, he thinks he will spoil it for a long time.

He does not trust anyone in this world, nor does he like small animals, and this cat is the first one. Could it be that Persian holy objects are different from other animals in the world?

He bent down and caught the cat, but no matter how he looked, he felt that her soft and pink claws were not clean. Although the meat pads were pink and the hall was clean, Emperor Panlong still couldn't stand it.

So he ordered people to bring clean water and cloth towels, put the cat in his arms, flipped through her four little claws, wiped them one by one, and even wiped the gaps of the claws cleanly. The kitten was well-behaved. He hugged it on the dragon bed and stopped screaming. He was also very obedient to wipe his claws, and he was unyielding and did not scream randomly, especially human nature.

After wiping, Emperor Panlong put Qing Huan on the pillow, thought for a while, then lifted the quilt and asked, "Want to come in?"

Qing Huan crawled in neatly, put his head on the pillow, put his claws forward, licked Emperor Panlong's chin, lay on his claws and closed his eyes. The movement was done in one go, which made Emperor Panlong amazed.
Chapter completed!