Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

On Song Le's first day on the job, he understood a truth.

——You can't eat too slowly, even if you choke to death, you can't make the cat wait.

However, Song Le can't always be that cat, that cat's meowing.

"Well, what did the emperor call you?" Song Le asked with wide eyes.

The little milk cat glanced at her, not intending to strike up a conversation.

Song Le didn't expect it to give an answer at all.

——Well, the loneliness of keeping a cat is that it is very cold.

So he said to himself, "How about I give you a pet name?"

The little milk cat let out a disdainful purr from its throat, as if listening to the Highness haha.

Song Le: "..."

Sure enough, the cat follows the master, and it is really the same as that Highness.

"Why don't I call you stupid? It sounds cute." Song Le pretended to be happy and slapped down hard again.

"..."

"Why don't you call it Baibai, look, you are so white." The name Fei Song Le was very sincere this time.

There seemed to be a flash of speechlessness in the black eyes of the little milk cat, and then ignored her, jumped down and jumped off the table.

Song Le saw it stopped at the door, turned around to look at her, and hurried over to open the door.

Follow it to Jingxin Lake.

Song Le discovered that the moonlight is particularly good tonight, and it is still in the middle of the month, and the moon on the fifteenth day is big and round, like a jade plate.

Little milk cat, uh, no, from now on its pet name will be Baibai.

Song Le decided so readily, and I believe that in the near future, Bai Bai will also understand the connotation of the name Hao (poor) Hua (barren).

Squatting down in vain, bathed in the watery moonlight, narrowing his eyes slightly, with a look of full enjoyment.

Song Le also sat down, but the frost was heavy and the dew was cold, and the grass at night was even more humid and cold.

"It's so cold, aren't you cold in vain?" Song Le trembled.

"Meow!" The little meow, enjoying herself, collapsed in an instant. It turned its head, its furry ears pricked up, and resisted the address.

Song Le pretended not to understand, and said still tremblingly: "That's right, you have hair, but I don't."

After sitting for a while, Song Le felt that his nose was about to be frozen out, and he was about to be frozen stupid. His teeth chattered and he asked, "Baibai, are you sleepy? I think it's time to sleep..."

It glanced at her, and naturally saw that its own excrement shoveler was on the verge of freezing stupid and freezing to death. It meowed, got up and left.

In this way, Song Le finally finished his first day of work.

Survived in the warm tea and soaking in the bath, there were very few entertainment activities at night in ancient times, and Song Le was not sleepy yet, so he took out a pen and paper, sewed them together with thread, thought about it, and wrote stroke by stroke :

【Work diary

XX, XX, XX, Haishi

Baibai is very cute, very frost-resistant, today's work is done very well ^_^

But I'm a little cold.

I hope Baibai can take me to visit the Imperial Dining Room next time. 】

at the same time--

in the palace.

Just after taking a bath, His Royal Highness, who was correcting the memorial, sneezed lightly.

Who is missing him?

Luo Yi frowned slightly, and couldn't help but think of the "stupid" and "in vain" names that were forced to be given today.

Even if he couldn't help it, he smiled bluntly, thinking he didn't know?

Luo Yi has always held grudges, while correcting the memorial, he was also thinking about how to get revenge tomorrow.

The next day.

Song Le thought that his work was only at night, but he was woken up by a little eunuch before dawn.

Rushed to His Royal Highness's bedroom in a daze, almost tripped over the high threshold, Song Le barely stopped, raised his eyes, and saw Luo Yi raising his hand to let the palace servants get dressed.

The handsome young man looked at her with an innate arrogance and nobility in his eyes. Seeing her, the corners of his lips curled into an imperceptible arc.