Ouchi Cat Controlling, starting with the Ten Tiger Forms!

Daxing Dynasty.

Imperial City, Imperial Garden.

In early spring, everything comes to life.

The imperial garden is full of spring, the cold winter clothes are quietly removed, and a bud has already appeared.

A dozen boys and girls are playing here, they are the princes and daughters of the Daxing royal family.

Those who are still young are flapping butterflies and catching insects, laughing and joking, so lively.

Behind him were a group of panicked palace maids and eunuchs, fearing that they might stumble over these little nobles.

The older ones are already acting like adults, dancing with spears and sticks, or dancing with ink, in short, they want to compare with each other and differentiate themselves.

Their attendants were obviously much more relaxed, they only had to stand aside and wait for orders.

Nowadays, the Daxing Crown Prince has not yet been established, so at least on the surface, there is still harmony among the princes and princesses.

We always get together in the Royal Garden every month and have a lot of fun.

But among all the nobles and nobles, there is also a figure that is out of place.

In an unnoticed corner, a pale and thin girl was sitting in a wheelchair, basking in the sun with a lazy black cat in her arms.

The weather is getting warmer, and everyone else has put on light spring clothes, but she is still wearing a simple fur.

Not far behind him was a court lady with a charming face, who looked to be only two or three years older than the master.

In a pavilion, several people were secretly looking at this place.

"This thirteenth girl is too withdrawn. Every time she finds a corner to deal with her all day."

"Leave her alone. Ankang has been frail and sick since childhood, and it's not like you don't know that."

"Yes, let her rest well and don't disturb her."

"Ankang will be twelve this year, right? According to what Imperial Physician Xue said back then, he only has less than six years left."

"Well, Ankang's fate is poor. As brothers and sisters, we should take care of her more on weekdays, which is considered as fulfilling our duty."

Everyone sighed casually, said no more, and slowly moved the topic away.

…

The tips of the black cat's ears that were sleeping in the girl's arms moved slightly. The cat ears that were originally standing up and facing the direction of the pavilion slowly fell down and stuck to the round, furry head.

Li Xuan shrank his body and found a more comfortable position for himself in the softness.

His eyes were still closed, and he was sleeping soundly in his little master's arms, but he couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

"Can I only live until the age of eighteen..."

Yes, Li Xuan is a black cat.

Of course, he was once a human being.

Originally, he was an unemployed young man in his late thirties who had been unemployed at home for two and a half years.

It was an unbearably hot summer night. Li Xuan was taking a shower in the bathroom when he accidentally slipped and hit the back of his head.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had turned into a little milk cat that had just opened its eyes.

At first, Li Xuan was not too dissatisfied, and was even a little happy.

Being a cat should be easier than being a human.

Moreover, his master is a beautiful mother and daughter, living in a big house and served by a maid, so they must be rich or noble.

I thought that I could receive all the grace from my master and live my life without any worries.

Imagination is wonderful.

A few months later, the mother of her daughter fell ill and died.

He also learned at this time that this woman was called Concubine Xiao.

She was a concubine who lost her favor and was relegated to the cold palace.

No wonder the place they live in is so big yet so empty.

And his little master is as unpopular as his mother, the famous sick beauty in the palace, Princess Ankang.

Before Concubine Xiao let go and left, she called her daughter to her and told her, "You must take good care of it from now on, and it will stay with you for me."

Concubine Xiao finally touched the heads of her daughter and the little black cat, leaving the two little cubs facing the cold inner courtyard of the palace.

In winter, Concubine Xiao was buried.

It's spring now, and Li Xuan is almost one year old.

…

The sun sets over the western mountains.

After the last ray of sunlight shining on Princess Ankang faded, her brows trembled slightly and she opened her eyelids in a daze, revealing a pair of light blue moving eyes.

She subconsciously tightened her fur and glanced at the imperial garden with a slightly confused look.

At this time, the imperial garden was already deserted, with only a few eunuchs and maids cleaning up the aftermath.

Those princes and princesses had already left without knowing when.

"Your Highness, do you want to go back?"

Princess Ankang's only maid, Yu'er, asked softly.

Princess Ankang has a weak body. If she stays out for a long time at night, she will definitely catch the cold again, and she will inevitably suffer a lot.

"Well, Yu'er, let's go back."

Princess Ankang said this, stroking the black cat in her arms that had just woken up, yawned and stretched.

"Axuan, how can you sleep better than me?"

Princess Ankang lovingly picked up the black cat and placed it between her legs. She kneaded and pinched it, teasing it non-stop, and laughed like a silver bell.

Li Xuan was already used to this, and he showed a familiar look of being lazy and letting you take your pick.

Since turning into a cat, he has discovered that he has many little quirks.

I sleep a lot when I'm lazy, but I generally sleep very lightly.

It also feels good to be touched, especially on the head.

Perhaps because his cat's paws can't reach it, being petted on the head by his owner has become his greatest enjoyment nowadays.

Yu'er silently pushed the wheelchair, watching one person and one cat having a great time, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her face.

Ever since she adopted Ah Xuan, Princess Ankang has had a lot of smiles on her face.

If it hadn't been for the black cat left by Concubine Xiao, Princess Ankang might not have been able to survive the winter due to the shock of her mother's death.

And so is this little black cat named Ah Xuan by Concubine Xiao.

If he hadn't been discovered and brought back by the kind-hearted Princess Ankang on that rainy night, he would have froze to death long ago.

"Maybe this is fate."

When Yu'er looked at Princess Ankang and Ah Xuan in her arms, she always felt that they were very similar to each other.

Before night fell completely, Yu'er pushed Princess Ankang back to Jingyang Palace.

This is the residence of their master and servant.

Jingyang Palace is the most remote place among the six east and west palaces, which is also called the cold palace by the outside world.

Princess Ankang's mother, Concubine Xiao, was once a noble concubine who was deeply favored by the Holy Spirit.

Therefore, she is naturally jealous of other empresses.

Coupled with the fact that Concubine Xiao has the blood of the Hu people, the current Queen immediately began to attack Concubine Xiao after she was canonized.

In the end, Concubine Xiao was forced into the cold palace, and she never saw the Holy Emperor again until her death.

Poor Princess Ankang was unable to see her father all year round and grew up like an orphan in this cold palace.

If Yu'er hadn't been grateful that Concubine Xiao had saved her life, she wouldn't have wanted to leave Jingyang Palace.

I'm afraid that Princess Ankang herself has already passed away.

It's not that Yu'er hasn't had the chance to leave this place, but she is only fifteen years old after all, and she can't bear to leave Princess Ankang to fend for herself.

Moreover, over the years, the friendship between master and servant has become so deep that outsiders can no longer imagine it.

In Jingyang Palace, the equally helpless princess, palace maid and black cat have become a family.

The only thing they can rely on is each other.

"time to eat."

Yu'er greeted.

In the huge Jingyang Palace, three small figures gathered in front of a dilapidated wooden table.

They closed the door, lit a candle, and cast three long shadows.

The three bowls contained turbid white rice soup with sparse rice grains floating in it.

There was a plate of small pickles in the center of the table, and Princess Ankang and Yu'er picked up a small piece from time to time.

Everyone ate in silence.

They had to eat quickly or there wouldn't be enough candles for this month.

After a while, Yu'er came out with the dishes and chopsticks in her hands and washed them in the basin under the moonlight.

The candlelight in Jingyang Palace also went out.

After eating, it's time to go to bed.

This is the daily life in Jingyang Palace.

day to day.