Substitute thought

11

It's better to say it's a bed than to say it's a marriage.

In the evening, Fu You was dragged back by a group of attendants, pressed into the bathtub to wash and scrub, until the skin was white and rosy, and the aroma was tangy.

You can't blame them for being direct, after all, that's what Qin Gou meant.

But when Fuyou saw the gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings, he still couldn't help asking: "Is this also what Qin Gou asked for?"

The attendants smiled and said: "This is the rule of the palace servants, and the ointment can make the young master suffer less."

Fuyou paused: "I don't like these very much."

"Your Majesty asked us to follow the rules, so please bear with me, Mr. Fu."

"Qin Gou doesn't like these too much."

"This……"

Fuyou took advantage of the situation and said: "I know what he likes, you guys go down, I can do it myself."

The attendants looked at each other and hesitated for a moment: "Master Fu..."

"Don't worry, I've been by his side for three years. Of course I know what he likes. If you come here, I'm afraid you'll make a mistake. Go on. If something happens, it's my business. I won't teach him to blame you."

The attendants finally responded with a smile, put down their things, and then exited.

After they left, Fuyou climbed out of the bathtub, threw aside the non-shielding gauze, and found a normal piece of clothing to put on—a thick rabbit down jacket, warm.

Fortunately, he took a shower in his own room, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to wear a decent dress.

Fuyou sat down in front of the case, curiously opened the balm box left by the attendants, took a look, and took a little out with his fingers.

He didn't know what it was for, but when he smelled it, it was so fragrant that it would kill him.

Fuyou thought for a while, took the gauze to wipe his fingers, then picked up the comb and combed his hair.

At this time, the attendant outside the door announced softly: "Young Master Fu, Your Majesty sent someone to bring things over."

Fuyou put down the comb, walked to the door, Cui Zhi held the wooden tray with both hands, and handed him a neatly folded red cloth.

"Master Fu."

Fuyou held the corner of the cloth and lifted it up.

It's a red hijab embroidered with egrets.

Qin Gou gave him jewelry from the Liu family before, but now it doesn't seem strange to give him a girl's red hijab.

Qin Gou is always like this, he can do whatever he likes.

Fu You put the red hijab back: "Can I trouble you to help me carry the boxes that His Majesty rewarded you today?"

Cui Zhi returned to the main hall of Yangju Hall to return to his command.

"Your Majesty, the things have been delivered, Mr. Fu is combing his hair, it will be ready soon."

Qin Gou was still sitting on the seat, holding the memorial in his hand, and replied lightly: "En."

He was holding the bamboo slips, probably didn't look at them much, and didn't turn them around for a long time, his fingers unconsciously tapped on the bamboo slips, making a rattling sound.

It's not a big deal.Qin Gou thought to himself, it was just to make Fuyou happy.

Fuyou has been depressed for a long time because of the fact that he wants to establish a queen.

Play with the little oriole and play house.

Not long after, Cui Zhi said again: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fu is expected to recover soon, do you want to change your clothes as well?"

"Don't be so troublesome." Qin Gou answered without thinking, but tapped the bamboo slips lightly with his fingertips.

He paused, but finally stood up and walked to the inside.

Cui Zhi followed quickly: "Your Majesty is also wearing red today? Be festive."

"Old man, what are you happy about when I get married?" Qin Gou cursed with a smile, "I just wear black."

Cui Zhi responded with a smile, and then withdrew: "This old slave is busy, I'm going to ask Mr. Fu to come here."

Qin Gou smiled and changed into black clothes.

Not long after, Cui Zhi's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fu has arrived."

Qin Gou straightened his belt and walked out of the room.

Fuyou didn't wear red clothes either, he just wore jade white clothes newly made this winter, and put on his head the red hijab that Qin Gou rewarded him with.

A group of attendants surrounded Fuyou, Cui Zhi held Fuyou's hand and led him forward.

It was clearly just a nondescript marriage, not much better than children's play, but when Qin Gou saw Fuyou walking towards him, he couldn't help but feel a little palpitated.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then Cui Zhi handed Fuyou's hand in front of him.

Qin Gou took Fuyou's hand.

Fuyou's hands are actually not thin or soft, they are typical literati's hands, with white and slender fingers, and there are small wounds on the fingertips left when cutting bamboo slips.

It's just that compared with Qin Gou's hand holding the sword, he is much better.

Qin Gou had a big frame and a big palm. Holding his hand, he could wrap his entire hand.

Fuyou lowered his head, looking at the road under his feet.

Qin Gou led him into the room and asked him to sit by the bed.

However, there is nothing else in the room except the red candles for lighting.

Inside the red hijab, Fuyou heard Qin Gou say: "Little Yellow Bird, don't make trouble anymore? What's the use of you fighting with me for the sake of setting up a queen? You stay away from the aristocratic family, and we will be the same as before."

Fuyou didn't seem to respond, neither nodded nor spoke.

Qin Gou took him as acquiescing, and raised his hand to take off his hijab: "I didn't intend to get married at first, but after thinking about it, you might think, let's get married. Have you read the dowry gift? Do you like it?"

The hijab was lifted and put on Fuyou's hair. Qin Gou saw his appearance and stopped talking.

Fuyou lowered his eyes, his fair face was as translucent as jade against the backdrop of red candles and hijab.Untied hair, strands of it hang down the cheeks.

Qin Gou looked weird, so he raised his hand and took a pearl hairpin from his bun.A strand of Fuyou's hair also fell down, hanging on his shoulders.

Qin Gou held the pearl hairpin in his hand and looked over it over and over again, until he touched the small "Liu" character on the leaf of the pearl hairpin, and then realized it belatedly.

Things from the Liu family.

After a few clicks, Qin Gou pinched the pearl hairpin so badly.

His eyes were dark: "Who made this for you?"

Fuyou raised his eyes: "Did you forget? You rewarded me this morning..." He recalled the word: "Betroth gift."

Fuyou, under the red hijab, is holding a girl's hair in a bun, on which she wears royal blue beaded hairpins indiscriminately, and originally had a phoenix crown, but Fuyou didn't know how to wear it, so she took the one she could wear. It's all on the head.

He is not very good at pulling his hair, it is loose and loose, and if he moves a little, the pearl hairpin will slip off.

It also has a weird, messy aesthetic.

He didn't apply powder, but used lip balm, which gave him a brilliant red.

Fuyou smiled at him, the faint smile on his lips faded away.He didn't mean to be sarcastic, his eyes were black and white: "I don't like the bride price very much, but I thought you liked it, so I put it on."

Qin Gou choked for a moment, then quickly lifted the hijab completely, took off all the loose pearl hairpins on his head, and threw them on the ground.

unlucky.

Qin Gou said: "Don't mess around, I don't like it, it's because the people below sent it wrong."

Fuyou sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at his toes: "Qin Gou, do you think I will be happy because of such a marriage?"

Qin Gou supported his head, and was rarely patient with him: "The servants made a mistake, and I will replace it for you tomorrow."

Fu You stroked his loose hair, carefully chose his words, and tried not to annoy Qin Gou: "But I don't want to marry you now, I want to go back."

He raised his eyes to see Qin Gou's expression, and carefully moved aside before he got angry.

He had said this sentence a long time ago, and said it twice, but Qin Gou didn't seem to hear it.

It should be heard by now.

Fuyou stood up and fled out.

Unexpectedly, Cui Zhi led a group of young eunuchs to eavesdrop outside the door. As soon as he opened the door, a group of servants fell down in front of him with a clatter.

Fuyou gave Cui Zhi a hand to make him stand still, then smiled at them and walked back by himself.

The little eunuchs were puzzled, and asked Cui Zhi in a low voice: "Eunuch, why is your majesty so fast?"

Cui Zhi knocked on the head of the little eunuch who asked the question: "Shut up, don't you die?"

He straightened his clothes and walked into the room.

I saw Qin Gou standing inside with his back to the door. Although he couldn't see his face, the unpleasant aura around him was already obvious enough.

He raised his foot to crush the pearl hairpin that was thrown on the ground, his face was gloomy: "Who did it?"

The attendants knelt on the ground, and no one dared to say that he did it himself.

Cui Zhi quickly went to the inner court and found two servants who were in charge of this matter.

The two servants were pressed on the bench, and the boards with the width of two palms fell down one after another.

The two servants still had the strength to complain at first.

"You are wronged, you young ones are wronged. You all followed His Majesty's orders and took the most expensive and most beautiful jewels. Please learn from Your Majesty."

After hitting twice, the little eunuch from Fuyou hurried over and whispered a few words in Cui Zhi's ear, and Cui Zhi asked people to stop.

The two servants couldn't complain about their grievances, so they only received two beatings, which was not too severe.

Fuyou asked the little eunuch to give each of them a little silver so that they could go to see the wound.

It was clearly Qin Gou's own order to ask for the most expensive and beautiful one, and they brought it. Qin Gou looked at it and asked someone to carry it to Fuyou.

If something goes wrong now, it's their fault.

Why don't you say that Qin Gou didn't pay attention?

Of course, Qin Gou would not admit that he was wrong.

After disposing of the two servants, Cui Zhi returned to Yangju Hall to report to his orders.

Qin Gou finished listening with a cold face, then threw away the booklet, got up and went to the side hall.

When he passed by, the little eunuch guarding the door stopped him: "Your Majesty, the young master has fallen asleep."

Qin Gou's face darkened, he glanced at the door, and asked, "Where did he go after he came back?"

"The young master didn't go anywhere after he came back. After eating, he stayed under the plum tree in the back hall for a while, and then came back."

Qin Gou forced the little eunuch back with sharp eyes, then opened the door and went in.

Fuyou had indeed fallen asleep, even the candles were blown out.

Qin Gou walked to the bed in the dark, sat down beside him, leaned against the soft pillow, and pulled Fuyou's hair that was scattered on the pillow.

"Angry? I have dealt with the two eunuchs who neglected you, and I have asked other people to find you new jewelry. I really didn't notice that it belonged to Empress Dowager Liu. I only saw it when you put it on."

Fuyou ignored him, wondering if he was asleep, Qin Gou thought for a while, then rubbed his head again: "Little Huangque, you look pretty with the little girl's hair, but the jewelry is not so good. When the jewelry is brought, let them find you two dresses to wear."

Fu You sat up abruptly, turned to look at him, and said seriously: "I don't want to wear it."

Qin Gou smiled and hugged him: "Then what do you want? Get married in a few days?"

"No need, if the aristocratic family finds out, won't the situation you've worked so hard to manage be ruined?" Fuyou didn't seem to be angry, but seemed to be seriously thinking about Qin Gou, "I don't want to marry you for the time being, Qin Gou, Do you want to marry me?"

Qin Gou's smile froze for a moment, he...

Maybe he didn't want to, or maybe he didn't dare to admit it.

So he asked Fuyou back: "Are you still angry with me about setting up a queen?"

"I'm not angry anymore, you've always been like this anyway." Fuyou smiled at him, stretched out his hand, and touched his heart, "Qin Gou, if you regret it, if I really kneel down and give you Kowtow, please, let the eldest son of the Yan family go, can you..."

Qin Gou held his face and looked into his eyes: "Little Huangque, don't talk nonsense, I will never regret it."

He paused: "What's so good about that little boy? Didn't he still get trampled under my feet? Leave him alone. You always talk about him. I really can't help but kill him with a knife."

Qin Gou smiled, leaned forward, wiped away the tears from Fuyou's face, and said casually, "Don't cry, you're wearing a skirt and jewelry and begging me, I'll think about it."