Substitute thought

15

On New Year's Eve, there is a palace banquet with endless dancing and music.

The handsome young man held the wine bottle in front of the emperor, and called out charmingly, "Your Majesty."

Qin Gou tilted his head to look, Fuyou and Yan Zhi were very close, Yan Zhi's hand was still on Fuyou's back, his movements were gentle.

"Okay, it's okay, it's your birthday tonight, don't cry, there are so many people here."

Fuyou lowered his head, rubbed his eyes, and when he raised his head again, although he couldn't see tears, his eyes were still red.

Then he couldn't help hiccupping.

Oops, I didn't pay attention just now and stuffed too much food into my mouth.

Yan Zhi poured him a glass of water and put it in his hand.

Qin Gou looked away, took the wine bottle from the young man named Huaiyu, and took a sip.

Huaiyu smiled, picked up some side dishes and put them on the plate in front of Qin Gou.

Qin Gou leaned back, leaned against the soft pillow, held the chopsticks in his hands, but raised his chin, motioning for the young man to continue picking up vegetables.

Huaiyu was overjoyed, and was about to put the food in his mouth again, but Qin Gou's suddenly cold gaze made him shiver with fright, and almost dropped the chopsticks in his hand.

Qin Gou said coldly: "You are only asked to pick up vegetables, and you are not asked to do anything else. Don't be smart."

Huaiyu immediately lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

All kinds of dishes were piled up on the plate to form a hill, Qin Gou didn't move at all, he just leaned on the soft pillow, his eyes wandered around the hall, occasionally casting a glance at Fuyou.

Yan Zhi is also picking up vegetables for Fuyou.

Fuyou ate slowly, like a little hamster.

Heartless little thing.Qin Gou stroked it with his fingers hidden in his sleeve, but he was still not subdued or jealous.

Perhaps Fuyou was also deliberately angry with him.

Fu You took the half-bowl of well-picked fish meat that Yan Zhi handed over, and poured some balsamic vinegar into it.

jealous.

For a long time, late at night.

Hundreds of officials stood outside the Hall of Yihe, and Qin Gou stood on the middle step with his hands folded.

Fuyou and Yanzhi stood beside him, Yanzhi deliberately blocked Fuyou, separated him from Qin Gou, then pulled Huaiyu to this side and pushed him up.

In this way, Fuyou and Qin Gou will be farther apart.

Fu You turned to look at Yan Zhi, and called out, "Brother."

Yan Zhi shook his head at him, telling him not to worry, it was Huaiyu who wanted to squeeze forward anyway.

Fuyou thought about it, and finally pulled Huaiyu back, and explained to him with a smile: "It's not good for you to stand there, it's too eye-catching, and you'll be scolded by the officials tomorrow..."

As for why he knew, it was naturally because he had been scolded before.

Yan Zhi sighed helplessly, at this moment, with a bang, the fireworks lifted into the sky, startling Fuyou and interrupting his words.

Fuyou turned his head to look, and in an instant, the brilliant fire light was reflected on his face, making him a little distracted.

The next moment, someone stood behind him and covered his ears.

"Little squirrel, are you scared?"

Fuyou didn't need to turn his head to know who it was, he didn't stand in the wide space in the middle, but wanted to run behind him, putting on a show.

In fact, Qin Gou had endured it all night. He had been waiting for Fuyou to come and subdue him all night, but Fuyou just didn't move.

Fuyou doesn't move, and neither does he.

Until it's time to set off the fireworks.

When he came, Qin Gou said he would take him to watch the fireworks, but Fuyou still didn't give in until now, Qin Gou thought about it, and finally gave in.

Tonight is Fuyou's birthday.

When Qin Gou turned to look at him, he also looked stupid.Qin Gou didn't want to argue with him anymore, so he walked over and covered his ears.

The unpleasant smell of alcohol came from behind, Fuyou ignored him and looked up at the sky.

Yan Zhi and Huai Yu stood beside him, in the silence, who did not know who hooked his fingers quietly, like plucking a string.

The fireworks ended, all the officials left, and the night returned to silence.

In the back hall, Cui Zhi held a fox fur and a hat, Qin Gou turned his head and waved to Fuyou: "Little Yellow Bird."

Fuyou took a look at Yan Zhi, then stepped forward, without any other movement, Qin Gou sighed, put on a fox fur for him, and put a fox fur hat on him, and pressed it tightly.

Fuyou's small face was covered by the pitch-black fox fur, Qin Gou gave him a push, "Go to the carriage."

Fuyou responded, then followed Cui Zhi and left.

Qin Gou turned his head, glanced at Yan Zhitong Huaiyu, and said, "Master Yan, you are in charge of the harem, and you arrange this person."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, Yan Zhi saluted and said "yes", Huaiyu was still a little confused.

He asked softly: "Emperor, Empress... Is Your Majesty going to call for your son tonight? Then I..."

Yan Zhi turned his head: "Don't ask if you shouldn't."

A charcoal pot was burning in the carriage, which was very warm.

Fuyou just sat down in the carriage, when the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Qin Gou also came in.

Qin Gou sat down on his seat, then hugged Fuyou into his arms, and smelled of alcohol when he spoke, "Oh, my little oriole."

He took off the hat on Fuyou's head, and pressed his cold cheek against his face: "Didn't eat at my table tonight, and ate with your little fair-faced brother, are you happy?"

He seems a little drunk.

Fuyou lowered his eyes, covered his nose again, and didn't speak.

So smelly.

Qin Gou wanted to hug him tightly, so he leaned closer and talked to him, "Why don't you talk? Are you jealous? You are allowed to eat with Xiaobailian, and I am not allowed to eat with Xiaowan?"

Fuyou looked up at him: "I didn't."

"Yes." Qin Gou was like a big dog, rubbing against the side of his neck, rubbing back and forth, "little squirrel, today is your birthday, so I let you go. If it was normal, I would have gone up and lifted the table It’s up to you to eat there.”

"You want to show the aristocratic family a play, you won't..."

Qin Gou smiled: "Aristocratic family? I have five hundred ways, but I have none for you..."

His words suddenly stopped, Fuyou looked at him suspiciously, fearing that he was about to vomit from drinking too much, so he quickly took out a veil to cover his mouth.

Not long after, Qin Gou rubbed his eyebrows and opened his eyes. He looked at Fuyou and touched his forehead: "Little Huangque, you are afraid that I will spit on you."

Fuyou didn't dare to admit it, so he silently turned his face away.

Soon he arrived at Yangju Hall, Fu You got out of the carriage, and was about to go back to his side hall to sleep, but before he could take a step, he was pulled by Qin Gou and dragged back to the main hall.

The red silks in the main hall have been hanging for some time, but Qin Gou has never been taken down.

The eunuchs serving in the bedroom had already prepared everything, Qin Gou didn't let them follow in, closed the door behind his back, went to wash his face, took two mouthfuls of hangover soup, and then went to catch the little oriole.

He fished Fuyou who was washing up from behind the screen: "Little oriole?" He pinched Fuyou's belly: "Are you full from eating with the little white face just now? Is your stomach still empty?"

Looking at hangover soup is of no use at all.

Fuyou was hugged by him and kicked his feet: "Qin Gou, you..."

Fuyou was carried into the inner room by him.

There were no candles lit in the room, perhaps blown out by Qin Gou, but it was pitch black anyway.

Before Fuyou could see clearly, he was dragged forward by Qin Gou.

In the darkness, Qin Gou pulled him like he was walking on the ground, without hesitation for a moment.

"sit down."

He pushed Fuyou on the couch, then blew on the torch and lit a candle on the desk.

It's not an ordinary red candle, Fuyou has only seen this kind of colored small candle twice.

Every New Year's Eve happens to be Fuyou's birthday.For the past three years, every year at this time, when Qin Gou came back from the palace banquet, he would light a candle like this for him and say it was his birthday.

In the first year, the candle was stuck on a white steamed bun. Fuyou was puzzled, but he still blew out the candle, because he was not full at the palace banquet, so he quickly ate the steamed bun.

In the second year, Qin Gou got a beautiful and delicious little pastry from nowhere, and Fuyou blew out the candles again, dug the pastry with a spoon, and ate it cherishingly and slowly.

It was also on this year's birthday, Fuyou said to him foolishly: "I want to be with Qin Gou for a long time, and stay with Qin Gou forever."

At that time, Qin Gou twitched the corners of his lips, and laughed at him for being stupid, saying that he must have said that in order to be able to eat dim sum every year, and told him not to say his wish.

If you say it, it cannot be realized.

A prophecy.

Today happened to be Fuyou's third birthday.

In the third year, there were pastries on the table that were more than double the size of last year, and they smelled delicious.

Qin Gou pushed the snacks in front of him, and said calmly, "I celebrate your birthday. Whatever wish you made last year, you will make the same wish this year, and I will give you cake after you make the wish."

Seeing that he must be drunk, Fuyou boldly shook his head: "I don't want it."

Qin Gou was just as tough when he was drunk: "Hurry up and make a wish."

Fuyou shook his head: "No."

In the past year, he had suffered too much by Qin Gou's side. He already knew that he was wrong, and he didn't want to continue.

If last year's wish ends here, let it end now.

After a long stalemate, Qin Gou said again: "Then say you like me, this is simpler than the previous one."

Fuyou blinked his eyes, in the smudged candlelight, his eyes were black and white: "I don't..."

"You..." Qin Gou pinched his chin and interrupted him, "Don't say that sentence, you are never allowed to say that sentence to me."

Fuyou's face turned pale from being pinched by him.Seeing his appearance, Qin Gou let go of his hand, held back his anger, and said, "Okay, whatever you want, whatever you want to wish, okay?"

"Your Majesty's golden words, can you help me realize it?"

Qin Gou didn't answer, but just let out a soft "hmm" from his throat.

Fu You said solemnly: "I hope that brother can leave the palace..."

Qin Gou was so angry that he had nothing to say: "Maybe yourself."

"Then I want to go out and collect poetry."

Fuyou blurted out, and after finishing speaking, he suddenly realized, oh, wishes cannot be spoken out.

He clasped his hands together, lowered his head, closed his eyes and made a wish, but did not see Qin Gou's increasingly gloomy expression.

Fuyou opened his eyes: "You just said that it can be realized."

"Fuck it." Qin Gou turned his head and blew out the candle, "You don't want to go anywhere in your life, you can only stay by my side."

The surroundings fell into darkness again. Qin Gou seemed to stand up and stood there for a while.

He seemed to be trying to get angry to help you.

"Cui Zhi, Cui Zhi, go to Fengyi Palace to pass the decree, I summon the queen today! Let the queen come over immediately!"

He wasn't drunk, nor was he confused, he just wanted to hear Fuyou say "I like it" again, is it that difficult?Is it that fucking hard? !

When you said it before, it seemed like you didn’t want money, but now if you want him to say it, it’s like killing him?

He has been begging him like never before, what else can Fuyou do?

Okay, anyway, he knows where Fuyou's lifeblood is.

As expected, Fuyou trotted out, opened the palace door, and whispered to Cui Zhi: "Eunuch, Your Majesty is drunk and talking nonsense, don't go to Fengyi Palace."

Cui Zhi was a little embarrassed, and before he could reply, Fuyou was carried back by Qin Gou.

With a "bang", Qin Gou kicked the palace door shut.

Cui Zhi touched the tip of his nose, thinking, the queen should not come.

Fuyou was hugged back by the waist, Qin Gou's arm was like iron, it hurt him so much that his internal organs were about to be displaced.

There was no moon on New Year's Eve, and it was so dark inside that I couldn't see anything clearly.

Holding him in his arms, Qin Gou strode in and threw him on the quilt with precision.

Fuyou was about to get up in a daze, but was pushed back by the person in front of him.

Qin Gou loosened his belt, threw his coat on the ground, kicked it away, then leaned forward and pressed his thumb into Fuyou's mouth: "If I don't let Zhen go to the queen, then I will have to go to you."

Fuyou couldn't speak, sobbing vaguely.

"Little squirrel, according to the rules in my place, you have already grown up."

Afterwards, Fuyou felt that Qin Gou dipped his finger into the sugar cake on the pastry and spread it on his face.

Cold and cold.

Fuyou struggled and bumped into the copper vase on the side of the couch.