Cats are used to impress college students!

The old emperor coughed, attracting Xu Yanmiao's attention: "Xu Qing..."

Xu Yanmiao: "Yes! Your Majesty!"

It can be seen with the naked eye that he is much more active than before.

The old emperor patiently asked: "Can you make cat food?"

Xu Yanmiao: "No."

The old emperor: "Then..."

The sound was just halfway out of his mouth, and Xu Yanmiao didn't react to the emperor's words. He subconsciously said: "But I have a chef at home, maybe he can."

The old emperor: "What if he can't?"

Xu Yanmiao paused, and said tangledly: "I will learn it myself..."

The old emperor smiled: "Do you know if there is a cat food store in Beijing?"

Xu Yanmiao's eyes lit up.

Old emperor: "Compared to dried fish or pig liver, it is better to feed cats raw meat. It eats half a pound of raw meat every day, which is forty-five yuan, and more than one thousand three hundred yuan a month. You--"

The emperor's eyes swept up and down, and smiled meaningfully: "Now that you are an official, you can afford to keep a cat."

Xu Yanmiao silently hugged the money-eating beast in her arms.

The old emperor suddenly sighed: "But animals are not people after all. You can order people to eat on time, but not cats. If you buy raw meat and it doesn't want to eat, you have to spend more time. Nowadays, cat owners in Beijing will prepare clay pots, put charcoal in the pots, and then put cat rice in them, so that the cat rice can be kept fresh."

Xu Yanmiao's knowledge has not been completely returned to the teacher. He remembered that doing so is to take advantage of the moisture absorption of charcoal itself.

The old emperor: "In this case, you have to add some money to buy charcoal."

Xu Yanmiao hugged the kitten and trembled.

The old emperor: "It's still small now, but it will grow up. When it grows up, the cost of castration of cats... well..."

Xu Yanmiao has already begun to calculate his salary frantically in his heart.

——Although the old emperor’s reward and the princess’ thank-you gifts are all in his house, and there are still many unused, but he can’t just sit back and enjoy all the money!

The old emperor was still adding fuel to the fire: "You are a court official. If you have to go somewhere for business, you can’t take the cat with you. You have to hire someone to feed the cat for you. This is another expense..." " Would you

like to buy a small blanket?" "Would you like

to buy mint?"

"You are not good at painting, but would you like someone to draw a picture of your cat on a daily basis so that you can enjoy it?"

With every word, Xu Yanmiao felt as if a huge stone symbolizing life was slamming down on him.

The old emperor smiled warmly: "Xu Qing, I have a job of 'editing history' here. Do you have time to take it?"

[Sure enough, I should have known! If you are too attentive to others for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief! 】

【Pick the cat to impress the college students! 】

Xu Yanmiao choked up in her heart and said, "Come!"

The white lion cat licked its paws, made a "meow meow" sound, and then nudged its new owner's hand with its head, enjoying the new owner's caress.

*

Xu Yanmiao temporarily left the clingy kitten to the eunuch's care, asked for directions several times, and came to the outside of Wenhua Hall.

“Editing history… this is the place, right?”

Inside the hall, more than 300 editors were walking back and forth, some were copying and writing, some were looking for books in the bookcases… Some of them had ink all over their sleeves but didn’t notice, they were holding papers with wet ink and smiling; some of them were frowning and looking for something in front of a wall of books, the dark circles under their eyes symbolizing that they hadn’t slept all night.

After Xu Yanmiao entered, his shadow passed over an editor who was writing something on a piece of paper with a gloomy face. When he felt him passing by, he suddenly said without raising his head: "Please help me get the "Chu Shu·Topography". It's in the T-shaped cabinet, on the third layer from the bottom, the twelfth on the left."

Xu Yanmiao: "Okay."

"?!" The editor turned his head suddenly and almost twisted his neck: "Xu Yanmiao? Why are you here suddenly?"

There was a lot of movement, but the sound was not loud.

Xu Yanmiao told him: "Your Majesty asked me to edit the history of Zhou Dynasty."

"Bang——" The other party stumbled and hit the edge of the table. His arm accidentally hit the pen holder. He fell down with a "bang" and rolled twice on the table before falling to the ground, with his brushes scattered all over the floor.

The noise was even louder, and finally attracted the attention of others: "What's up - Xu Yanmiao?!"

This exclamation was much louder than the previous editors, and at that time, it caused several voices in the hall to gasp.

A ray of light through the window slit was reflected on Xu Yanmiao's face, and confusion was visible in his face.

The editor who knocked over the pen holder at the beginning immediately said excitedly: "Everyone says that you are very beautiful. I was still thinking about how beautiful you are. I never thought that today I would finally see the real person."

Xu Yanmiao was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, his face blushed slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."

The editor, who had just found a reasonable excuse, was stunned. The experience of editing history made him realize: If I were to write a biography for Xu Lang, I must use words - exquisite and extraordinary.

As the official leading the revision of history, Chief Editor Song Qi noticed the commotion and walked out with a stern face at the end, but when he saw Xu Yanmiao, he almost broke down and laughed.

He wondered what happened, and it turned out that he ran into Xiao Bai Ze.

A person of integrity is not afraid of his own shadow, so there is no need to panic. Even if Xiao Bai Ze can't find any fault with them, it would be a good thing if he turns his attention to their family, so as to avoid a big disaster.

So under the admiring gaze of the editors, he calmly walked up to Xu Yanmiao and said, "Are you here to get the book, Xu Lang? Or are you here to look for someone?"

Xu Yanmiao said happily, "Your Majesty sent me to revise the history of Zhou."

"Bang——"

This time it wasn't the pen holder that was knocked over, but the Chief Editor leaned over directly, and his head hit the ground with a loud bang.

Xu Yanmiao: "!!!"

What happened? !

Xu Yanmiao: "Imperial physician! Hurry up and ask the imperial physician! Don't move him!"

While waiting for the imperial physician to come, Xu Yanmiao deliberately asked other editors: "Who is this?"

Why did he faint when he heard that I was here to edit history?

The editor who was asked smiled awkwardly: "That is the chief editor of the history editing, from the Guangping Song family."

Seeing that Xu Yanmiao still had a look of confusion that he could not hide, the editor simply explained it more clearly: "The Song family of Guangping is a prominent family in Dunhuang."

*

Xu Yanmiao is going to revise history. The history he is revising is still the history of the previous dynasty.

The biggest reaction is from the prominent families of hundreds of years everywhere.

——Since the barbarians invaded the Central Plains and slaughtered all the noble families, there have been no thousand-year-old noble families since the Zhou Dynasty.

The prominent families who have officials in the court are crying and wailing, firmly opposing Xu Yanmiao's revision of history. They are just short of saying to the emperor: If you let him revise history, I will hang myself at the gate of the palace!

The Yiwu Zhu family had three prime ministers in the previous dynasty, and people continued to serve as officials in other times. The family is very prosperous and has been rich for thirteen generations. In the new dynasty, there are now seven Zhu family members serving as officials in the court, all of whom have passed the imperial examination.

Two of them were frequent visitors to the Wuying Hall.

The head of the Hanlin Academy, the academician Zhu Tingxun, was from the Yiwu Zhu family. He was now 74 years old, and the old man with gray beard cried in the Wuying Hall: "Your Majesty! I am already old, and I just want to spend my old age in peace. I don't want to know whether my ancestors had strange stories or romantic affairs, and I don't want to know how many of their unofficial histories are true!"

The old emperor said calmly: "My dear, you must know that real gold is not afraid of fire."

The academician looked at him dimly: "But real gold doesn't know that it rolls in the dung pit secretly, and it doesn't bother anyone, but suddenly it is spread all over the city." The

academician gave up: "And, Your Majesty, it is called history, but in fact... don't you really want to see the excitement?"

"Ahem." The emperor coughed, not feeling guilty at all: "My dear minister, you are overthinking."

This problem hasn't been solved yet, and another one has come.

The great scholar of Jiangyuan Chang family, the left deputy chief of the military, came over with a bunch of paintings, and he even changed into plainer clothes.

The old emperor: "...My dear minister, what are you doing?"

The left deputy chief of the military kept crying: "Your Majesty has valued me and I have painted for the walls of various government offices in the court, as well as the palaces of the former court and the harem, and also mounted my works on the screens of various palaces. Now I feel that my time is running out, so I have selected the paintings I am satisfied with and present them to Your Majesty."

The old emperor wondered: "You have always been in good health, how could..."

The left deputy chief of the military wiped his tears and cast a sad look at the old emperor. "Your Majesty, no matter how healthy I am, I am still a human being. My face cannot become a wall. I think I will be ashamed and angry soon."

The old emperor: "...Ah, this, my dear, in fact, things may not be as terrible as you think. You see, what if your ancestors have some unknown achievements?"

The left deputy governor asked back: "Your Majesty, do you think there are more hidden achievements or more strange habits?"

Just in this dynasty, every official can't stand a deep investigation!

It's not that there were fewer weird things in the past, but generally these things would not be revealed to the public inexplicably, and they were all covered up strictly by individuals!

Who knows, there will be a lot of smoke and fire!!!

The old emperor said calmly: "Your family tradition is pure and honest, so you must have made more achievements."

The Left Deputy Chief of the Imperial Guard: "..."

The third, fourth, and fifth officials from prominent families blocked the old emperor in the Wuying Hall. They didn't say anything, but just cried, cried hard, and occasionally said a few words -

"Your Majesty, it's okay to write history roughly!"

"Your Majesty! I can't agree to such a decision that is not worthy of our ancestors!"

In addition to those crying in front of the hall, more officials fainted in the government office after receiving the news.

Their colleagues moved them to the couch, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and said with a lingering fear: "It's okay."

Fortunately, we are peasants who followed Your Majesty to establish the country. Our ancestors didn't find such a person in the previous dynasty.

If it weren't for them, Your Majesty's behavior... was so immoral, no wonder the ministers made a fuss!

*

Wenhua Hall.

Xu Yanmiao was confused: "What happened to the Song family in Guangping?"

The editor knew that the truth could not be told. He glanced at his boss lying on the ground and felt very sorry: "There are many murals in Dunhuang, and the murals record history. Chief Officer Song has been influenced since he was a child and has a strong obsession with compiling history. He has always wanted to compile a history book that everyone praises. We have been compiling this history for ten years. You suddenly came. He might have misunderstood and thought that His Majesty wanted you to replace him. He couldn't stand this blow."

Xu Yanmiao immediately understood.

[Is this the most taboo parachuting in the office? ]

On the ground, the chief officer's fingers twitched twice, as if he had heard the editor's arrangement in a coma, and he wanted to jump up and hit him hard twice.

"But don't worry, Xu Lang, the rest of us are very welcoming to new colleagues. You don't know, this history is too cumbersome, the more people the better."

The editor was more enthusiastic than before - after all, his ancestors were poor farmers for three generations. Xu Yanmo came here just to compile history, it won't harm him, and he can get first-hand historical materials.

"Come on! Sit down!"

Check for omissions and fill in the gaps for us! By the way, you can also see the excitement!