Dressed as the Regent's fox pet

Fang Ying was placed on the low table by Nie Wu, and the silver needle penetrated his body. There was only a little undetectable pain, and a soft force spread around the needle, gradually washing away the two entangled breaths in Fang Ying's body.

After Fang Ying noticed a thin layer of sweat on his back, Nie Wu withdrew the needle and said to Nie Mingchi, "It may take two days for this little fox to recover, why don't I take it back to take care of it first?" ?”

Nie Mingchi reached out and took the fox off the short case, put it in his arms and said, "You are afraid that it will be too late to take care of your poison, so let me take care of it."

Fang Ying also nodded when he heard the words.

Nie Mingchi pressed the fox's head down, as if thinking of something again, and said to Nie Wu, "I said before that I would teach this fox to draw, but right now it's difficult for me to move, and you still have to come over these two days, why don't you teach me by the way?" How about the fox?"

Nie Wu looked at the fox with surprise in his eyes, "Teach the fox to draw?"

"That's right, so that it can communicate with me." Nie Mingchi said.

Fang Ying instantly recalled the pastry stone dispute when they first met, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't bear to look back.

Nie Wu glanced at the fox strangely, but at the moment he saw the fox curled up comfortably in his master's arms, but he didn't see anything else. He felt that he had accidentally been taken advantage of.

But thinking that this was Nie Mingchi's order, Nie Wu said, "Since that's the case, my subordinates must obey."

Nie Mingchi nodded and asked Nie Wu to go down first, and then come to help teach the fox after he is fully recovered.

After Nie Wu left, Nie Mingchi brought someone in again, took the fox to clean up first, and asked someone to take out a change of clothes.

Fang Yingzheng was a little surprised, and then found that there were many small mud-colored paw marks on the owner's snow-white clothes, and only then realized that they were made by his own paws.

Thinking of the owner's cleanliness, Fang Ying murmured to himself, he didn't know whether it was a real cleanliness or a fake cleanliness, but he didn't throw him out immediately.

After the servant washed the fox, he wiped its fur with a soft brocade handkerchief, so that he could see the movement of the owner on the other side through the screen.

Nie Mingchi had already changed his clothes and came out from behind the screen.

Fang Ying took a look at the style of his robe, and suspected that the owner had a syndrome of difficulty in choosing.

As far as he has seen so far, each of the owner's robes has a similar style, all of which are plain or snow white, unadorned in style, without any embroidery, wide sleeves, and only the color of the girdle. Go a little deeper.

Nie Mingchi walked up to the fox and watched the servants brushing its wet hair.After a closer look, the fox that fell into the water seemed to be very happy, and couldn't help laughing.

Fang Ying didn't know what the owner was laughing at, but he also intuited that it must have something to do with his current appearance.

Fang Ying thought of the Chinese pastoral dog he had raised, whose fur was all over the body, and it was indescribably embarrassed and funny every time it saw water.

Right now, he is also a furry fox, and his fur will naturally look very embarrassed when exposed to water. After falling into the water, he will definitely not look very good, and he is still a bit ugly when he thinks about it.

Fang Ying turned his head away, he simply didn't want to pay attention to the owner who likes to watch the show.

The servant quickly finished wiping the fox, and retreated with a brocade handkerchief and a wooden basin.Nie Mingchi came over and picked up the fox, put it on the short case, and looked at him at the same level.

"What happened to the previous nest?" Nie Mingchi asked suddenly.

Fang Ying realized that the owner wanted to ask him what happened during the time he disappeared.I feel a little regretful for being so humane at the beginning.

Fang Ying decided to pretend to be stupid, so he shook his head.

Nie Mingchi asked again, "There are traces of someone entering through the window in this room that day. Who was that person, but he took you away?"

Fang Ying struggled with this question for a while. He looked at the owner with some embarrassment, and then remembered that even if he wanted to hide his human form, he only said that the people from the Demon Sect took him away, and he escaped again. , it is also difficult to express clearly.

Fang Ying thought for a while, dipped the tip of his claws in water, and drew a pattern on the short case.

Nie Mingchi recognized that it was the symbol of Mozong.

Perhaps Nie Mingchi finally remembered that the fox in front of him could not speak, so he stopped questioning him, but came to pick up the fox and walked to the bed.

Fang Ying glanced at the sky outside, only to realize that the night was dark.

But what about his den?Why not let him go back?

Nie Mingchi pressed the struggling fox in his arms, as if he had guessed what it was thinking, and said, "You haven't had time to redo your nest yet, so you just sleep on the bed for the next two days, and wait until it's over." When I return to Zhongzhou for a while, I will give you another nest."

Fang Ying realized what the owner meant, but right now he didn't have a nest of his own, so he had to compromise for the time being.

Seeing that the fox had calmed down, Nie Mingchi took it to the side of the bed, put it in a corner, and then turned off the light.

In the darkness, Fang Ying turned over and saw the outline of the owner's facial features.

This small sound did not escape Nie Mingchi's ears, he asked, "Can't you sleep?"

Fang Ying then heard him say, "How about I tell you a story I heard recently?"

A bad premonition arose in Fang Ying's heart, and before he could stop the owner, he heard the owner talking leisurely about the Journey to the West that Fang Ying had talked about two days ago.

Fang Ying: ...

Nie Mingchi's voice is actually nice, and he speaks eloquently, concisely, and the level of storytelling alone is much higher than that of Fang.

It's just that when the same story came to him, it became a collection of various conspiracy theories.

It made Fang Ying almost doubt whether the [-] version of Journey to the West that he had told him was true.

Fang Ying kept complaining in his heart when Nie Mingchi was speaking, but it was amazing that Fang Ying fell into a deep sleep in Nie Mingchi's voice.

When Fang Ying opened his eyes again, someone touched his ear, and was about to reach out to pat it before realizing that he was now in the body of a fox, and that person knew it was the owner without even thinking about it.

Thinking of the spoiled Journey to the West story before going to bed, Fang Ying couldn't help but patted the owner's knee.

Nie Mingchi was having breakfast, when he saw Fang Ying woke up, he smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

Fang Ying didn't want to talk to him.

Nie Mingchi also thought that maybe the story of last night scared the fox too much, so he didn't bother with it. He just lifted the fox's body and put it in front of the porcelain plate prepared earlier in the morning, and filled it with porridge and vegetables.

Fang Ying's belly was drumming, but he couldn't resist the temptation of food, so he temporarily decided to make a truce with the owner and start eating breakfast by himself.

After becoming a human, he served the injured owner for a few days. Now that the feng shui is changing, he somehow feels that the fox body is better, but thinking of the inconveniences of this body, he can only feel that everything has advantages and disadvantages.

After sighing, you should concentrate on eating.

Nie Mingchi, on the other hand, served himself a bowl of porridge, as if he didn't have a very good appetite, and sipped it neither salty nor light as usual.

In contrast, Fang Ying's appetite was obviously much better than Nie Mingchi's. After a while, most of the breakfast on the table went into his belly.

Fang Ying looked at her round belly and fell into deep thought, then went to look at Nie Mingchi, and found that the contrast between the two sides was tragic.

Only then did I remember that the people in front of Nie Mingchi were all the usual amount, but the ones near him were much more.

Thinking that he has really become a fox that his owner said eats more than him, Fang Ying fell into inexplicable sorrow.

Nie Mingchi looked at the fox looking up at the roof at a 45-degree angle, and saw nothing unusual on the roof. He came over and wiped the corners of the fox's mouth with a square handkerchief, then put it in his arms and walked to the study.

After arriving at the study, Fang Ying poked his head out from the clothes room, and saw Nie Wu who was writing quickly after seeing the short desk. There was a thick stack of bamboo slips in front of him.

There are also a few men with the same appearance as scholars who are writing vigorously, and there is also a thick stack of bamboo slips on the table in front of them.

Seeing Nie Mingchi coming in, several people quickly got up and saluted Nie Mingchi, only then noticed the little purple fox in his clothes.

"My lord is really curious about this fox, I never forget to take it with me wherever I go!" Nie Wu joked.

Several other scholar-like subordinates laughed lightly when they heard this.

They all came all the way from Zhongzhou, and when they arrived, they were stuffed with official documents by Nie Wu, and they also heard that the Lord had a fox pet in front of him early in the morning.

Nie Mingchi seemed to be used to their jokes, and pretended to be dignified, "You don't think there are enough official documents? I still have a thick desk in my bedroom."

A few people and Nie Wu looked at each other, and they all saw the wry smile in each other's eyes, and then they all sat down again, facing the hill-like official document in front of them bitterly and bitterly.

It really wasn't that easy to be the Prince Regent, they felt like they were going to be bald just looking at these official documents, let alone the lord let me review them by the way.

Nie Mingchi seemed to enjoy the fact that these few subordinates who were usually not of the right type came to be tortured by official documents. He walked to the main seat leisurely, then took a bamboo slip and put it on the bracket, and put the fox on it. On the side of the table, concentrate on looking at the bamboo slips.

Fang Ying looked around, only to realize that he seemed to be the only person in the study with nothing to do. After a moment of reflection, he decided to continue to be an ordinary fox waiting to die.

After all, worrying about the country and the people is still more work for those who are able, and he can't help much with a fox.

There was the sound of the window sill being knocked lightly. Fang Ying followed the sound and found that it was a wooden flying crane with exquisite shape.

Feihe flew to Nie Mingchi and landed in front of Nie Mingchi, and then a small piece of silk script popped out from Fang Ying's surprised eyes and landed on Nie Mingchi's case.

The others followed Nie Mingchi and stopped their brushes. Nie Mingchi picked up the silk book to check it out. After reading it, he said to the others, "The matter of the refugees has some clues."

There was a look of joy in the eyes of the others.

Fang Ying quietly moved to Feihe's side when everyone was not paying attention, and gently dug Feihe's shell with the tip of his claws, and found that it was indeed a wood carving.

But he didn't expect Feihe to turn around and look at Fang Ying. Fang Ying was so shocked that he almost fell off the desk.

Fang Ying patted his frightened heart and kept away from Feihe in awe.

Nie Mingchi noticed the frightened little fox from the corner of his eye, reached out and pressed it into his arms, and told him, "Don't move around things you don't recognize. Curiosity kills the fox!"

Fang Ying: ...There is actually some truth to it.

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