Chapter 957 Tongquechun Deep Lock Orange Cat

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The row of dilapidated wing rooms in front of me is surrounded by messy weeds, and the paint on the broken plaque is mottled, and the original handwriting can no longer be seen clearly.

Perhaps a hundred or two hundred years ago, a noble concubine who was cast into the cold palace lived here for a long time, and the ancient Qingdeng Buddha died here.

Or, an old eunuch who was very popular but suddenly fell out of favor once hanged himself here with a white silk.

It is even more likely that more than one palace lady could not bear the difficulties and humiliation of concubines or eunuchs and died here...

The rumors that the Forbidden City is haunted have been talked about for a long time, because there are so many secrets in the palace that are not known to the public.

Witnessing the process of Wen Li yelling to the empty room, Zhang Zian felt a chill down his back when he thought about it again—he wasn't scared, but rather weird. The ghosts can't bother, but think that Wen Li, as a dignified employee of the Forbidden City, shouldn't engage in such feudal superstition activities, right?

After Wen Li finished yelling, she lifted the useless door panel and put it aside, and entered the room by herself. After a while, she realized that Zhang Zian hadn't followed in, so she walked out again.

"Please come in." She gestured with her usual expression.

"Well... I have something to say. Who were you talking to just now?" Zhang Zian still asked the question.

Wen Li was startled, but immediately came to her senses, and said with a smile, "Oh, I'm talking to Da Zhuang!"

It turns out that every night, the staff of the Forbidden City will lock the doors of each palace when they get off work, and when they come to work the next morning, they will get the keys to open the palace doors.

Before opening the door, most employees will follow a customary rule, that is, cough loudly, or yell "I'm in"-this is not a yell to the lonely ghosts wandering in the Forbidden City, but to the people living in the Forbidden City. The small animals in the room yelled to remind them that someone was coming in, so as not to scare them.

The Forbidden City is mainly made of wooden buildings, with many trees and grass, and a large area. The environment in the unopened area is quiet, and the entire Forbidden City is almost deserted at night. In addition to stray cats, there are also other small animals living here, such as weasels, snakes, hedgehogs, etc. No one knows when they came here.

The person shouted outside the door to remind these small animals to be prepared, to hide and run, so as not to jump out of the door in a panic and hurt people or scare people.

This tradition did not start now, but can be traced back to the Qing Dynasty, because it is impossible for all the more than 8,000 houses in the Forbidden City to be inhabited by people, and the vacant houses may be occupied by small animals. Shout before entering the door, so that small animals will retreat consciously, so that they will not interfere with humans.

After she explained in detail, Zhang Zian suddenly realized. Sure enough, the interlacing is like a mountain, don't tell me, I don't know, all walks of life have their own old rules, the cultural relics workers in the Forbidden City are like this, and the pet industry is also the same, just like the "Xiangmao Jing" said not to buy babies under four months old. Cats are actually a rule of thumb, but few people follow it now.

Zhang Zian put his heart back into his stomach, and followed her into the dark wing.

"Be careful, it's dark in the room, don't sprain your feet." Wen Li kindly reminded, then waved to the corner, "Da Zhuang, we're here to see you."

Another feature of the Forbidden City is that there is very little lighting equipment in the palace. This is for fire prevention, but this also makes every palace very dark. Just entering the house from the sunny outside, the eyes will not be able to adapt for a while.

Zhang Zian stood there for a while, and when his eyes got used to the light, he followed Wen Li's line of sight and looked towards the corner.

A straw mat was spread there, and an orange cat squatted on the straw mat, with an aluminum alloy water basin and food bowl next to it.

In terms of the average size of stray cats in the Forbidden City and the average size of orange cats, this orange cat is really not fat, and it can even be said to be quite slender.

It drooped its head listlessly as if it hadn't woken up. When it heard Wen Li's call, it raised its head and glanced at her. It could be seen from its eyes that it knew her.

But soon hung his head again.

The room is dark, and the distance is a little far away, so the specific situation can't be seen clearly, but Zhang Zian can see a trace of saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth.

Wen Li said: "This is Da Zhuang. It was here before I started working here. It is a very old cat. I don't know how old it is. In the past two days, it has suddenly become very listless. It was still drooling all the time, and we thought it might be because it was too old."

After Zhang Zian entered the house, he stood at the door all the time, blocking the way in with his body.

Fina's natural curiosity made it want to go into the house, but he blocked the way and couldn't get in, and it didn't want to condescend to jump out of the window, and kept pulling at the bottom of his trousers behind him to let him get out of the way.

Zhang Zian put one hand behind his back, and kept waving his hands in secret, signaling for the elves not to follow and play in the yard.

He is not a practicing veterinarian, but he has a good understanding of the common diseases of cats and dogs. He can tell at a glance that the cat's condition is not right, and he may have some kind of infectious disease.

If the elves follow, there may be a danger of being infected.

Wen Li wanted to go over and hug Da Zhuang outside to bask in the sun, but was stopped by Zhang Zian.

"Wait, it might have an infectious disease," he said, reaching into his trouser pocket for disposable plastic gloves and putting them on.

He doesn't know how to predict, so how could he prepare disposable gloves in advance?

These gloves are given as a gift when buying breakfast outside the Forbidden City, so that customers will not get their hands full of oil when eating. Because he wanted to feed the elves, he bought a lot of breakfast. The stall owner thought he was buying for multiple people, so he gave him a few more pairs of disposable gloves. After he used one pair, he was reluctant to throw away the other pairs and stuffed them into his trouser pockets. He didn't expect to really use them...

Speaking of which, the capital is very particular. Even the breakfast stalls are thoughtfully provided with disposable gloves, so that white-collar beauties and CBD elites can avoid the trouble of washing their hands after breakfast. Of course, the price is also very particular. The wool comes from the sheep.

Wen Li didn't know the inside story, but seeing that he always carried disposable gloves with him, she felt a little more admiration in her heart, saying that he was indeed a professional, but it was different.

The three-color cat, Xiaoxue, followed behind, and Zhang Zian asked Wen Li to stop it from coming in.

He slowly approached Da Zhuang.

Da Zhuang didn't welcome his arrival very much, shaking his head in boredom, sticking out his tongue and slobbering around, but because of his physical exhaustion, he couldn't make further resistance or escape-this also showed that there was something wrong with his nose. It wasn't until he had Fina's smell on him.

Zhang Zian stretched his hand to the back of its neck, caught it unexpectedly from behind, then picked it up, pinched its mouth half-forced, and saw large ulcers in its mouth and tongue.