Substitute thought

17

The lake water in spring is still a bit cool.

Fuyou sank into the water with his eyes closed, thinking that there were so many people on the shore anyway, so he wouldn't be taught to drown.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for someone to hold his hand and drag him back.

A group of attendants on the shore shouted "Your Majesty", and another group of attendants also went into the water.

With a splash, Qin Gou came out of the water holding Fuyou in his arms.

The attendants on the shore took Fuyou over first, and then went to help Qin Gou, who went ashore with his hands supported.

He pushed away the attendant, rushed forward to hug Fuyou, pinched the person who pinched him, without looking back: "Beat that young servant to death."

Water droplets dripped from the hair on the clothes, and a large water stain appeared on the ground.

Qin Gou hugged Fuyou in his arms, with a look of nervousness and panic that no one had ever seen before.

"Fuyou? Fuyou?"

But there was no trace of blood on Fuyou's face. When Qin Gou hugged him, he felt as if he was hugging a bone. He was too thin, much thinner than the previous Yangjudian.

For a while, Qin Gou insisted on ignoring him, but let Cui Zhi go to Fengyi Palace to deliver things to Huaiyu, occasionally pretending not to care, and listening to Cui Zhi say something about Fuyou.

He thought it would be just like the last few quarrels, and it would be fine after a while.

The attendants ran around, called the imperial doctor, and ran back to Yangju Hall to prepare.

Qin Gou laid Fuyou flat on the ground, folded his palms, and pressed on his chest.

After a while, Fuyou coughed and spit out two mouthfuls of water. Qin Gou's tone became more anxious: "Fuyou?"

Fuyou slowly opened his eyes, saw Qin Gou's expression, his eyes passed over him, and fell on Huaiyu's face, who was escorted by two guards, knelt on the ground, and nodded to him.

Fuyou rolled his eyes, and his dazed eyes fell on Qin Gou's face again.

Qin Gou hugged him, trying to wipe off the water on his face with his palm, but the more he wiped, the wetter it became.

Fuyou stared at him steadfastly, with a hoarse voice: "I want to go out to the palace to collect poems, and also, let Huaiyu go."

He made a good claim and added a sentence.

Qin Gou only listened to the last sentence, and he didn't want to care about it at this time, anyway, there will be time to settle accounts in the future.So he waved his hand and asked the guard to let him go.

As for "going out of the palace to collect poems", Fuyou had said this countless times, Qin Gou paused, apparently unwilling to agree.

Fuyou's gaze was firm: "I can't leave, my soul can, there is always a way to die..."

Qin Gou hugged him, and pressed his cheek as cold as a poisonous snake against him: "Get out of the palace, okay, get out of the palace."

He wanted to hug Fuyou: "Go back first, how could you..."

But Fuyou pushed his hand away: "You can lie, you swear."

Qin Gou opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and finally said: "Okay, okay, I swear."

He raised his right hand: "I swear, after three days, I will let you out of the palace to collect poems, otherwise I will die a terrible death."

His eyes turned red unconsciously, but his face was still covered with water, and he couldn't see anything else.

Fuyou was carried back to the Yangju Hall by Qin Gou, changed into clean clothes, and the imperial physician came to see him.

Qin Gou sat next to him, all wet, motionless, and no one dared to call him.

The imperial physician prescribed some soothing medicine and tonic for Fuyou, and then withdrew.

Qin Gou waved his hand away to dismiss the attendants, picked up the towel that Fuyou had wiped his face just now, and wiped his face.

He has returned to his former surly appearance.

"That young man pushed you? Why are you hanging out with him?"

"It's none of his business." Fuyou also had a serious face, "You just swore an oath."

"I remember." Qin Gou threw away the towel and wanted to sit beside him, but found that he was still wet. He wanted to clasp his wrist, but his outstretched hand shook it in the air.

He calmed down: "He was sent to the palace by the King of Southwest, he is a spy of the King of Southwest, don't listen to his instigation."

Fuyou's expression was indifferent: "But the King of Southwest will not make things difficult for me, a little poetry picker."

Not to mention that he, a poetry picker, was humiliated in public, and was publicly admitted by Qin Gou to use him as a shield for three years.

With such casual treatment, no one would think that he is an important character.

No one will care about him.

Qin Gou obviously thought of this as well, and his face changed.

This is the "protection" created by him.

Fu You thought for a while, then said: "You swore an oath."

"I know." Qin Gou couldn't help but raised his voice again, "You want to leave the palace, fine. You have to think about it yourself, if you get out of the palace and are killed by someone sent by the Southwest King, I will never save you."

Fuyou nodded and didn't speak any more.

Qin Gou was annoyed, but seeing his appearance, he had nothing to say. He stood up and stared at him for a long time.

Perhaps it is to hope that he will regret it soon.

But Fuyou's expression didn't change, he was firm like never before.

Qin Gou withdrew his gaze: "Come here, I'll write a letter for you."

He was drenched, sitting in front of the desk, the water dripped on the silk, and the ink was blurred.

Two or three sheets of silk were wasted, and finally a manuscript was written and stamped with a seal.

Fuyou looked at it carefully, and Qin Gou said again: "Don't call me if you are eaten by wild animals, I don't care."

Fuyou put away the handbook, nodded, "Yeah."

He saluted, turned and left, and went to the side hall to get his old bookcase.

After he left, Qin Gou summoned the dark guards again.

"Three days later, outside the city, a man pretending to be the king of the Southwest scared Fuyou back. He was timid, so he was easily scared back." Qin Gou's tone revealed helplessness that he didn't even notice, "Don't hurt him."

Qin Gou saw that for a while, the aristocratic family who had been friends with Yan Zhi and the few surviving people from the Empress Dowager Liu's side were asking him to let him go out of the palace.

He didn't know when Fuyou had a good relationship with so many people, and he also looked down on these people.

In the end, he was the one who let Fuyou go, and Fuyou could only accept his affection.

As for Fuyou running back by himself not long after he left, that's none of his business.

The little squirrel didn't have the guts, and would fly back within half a day after flying out.

At this moment, Fuyou ran out of Yangju Hall holding his old bookcase.

Fuyou returned to Fengyi Palace, and showed Yan Zhi the oracle.

Yan Zhi smiled and stroked his hair: "Happy now? Don't say stupid things in the future."

Fuyou had a smile on his face: "I'm happy."

Before dinner this evening, Fu You quietly went to the side hall of Fengyi Palace again.

Huaiyu lives here.

Fuyou stepped forward: "Thank you, your method is quite useful."

Huaiyu supported her head: "Well, you're welcome. The Empress and Empress Dowager Liu only know about government affairs, and they thought that it was a political matter for you to become a poetry collector. In fact, it was a matter of feelings."

"Do you want to come with me? In the palace..."

Huaiyu nodded his cheeks with his fingers propping his head, and said lightly: "I can't leave now, the King of Southwest wants me to deliver news to him, and His Majesty wants me to deliver false news to King Southwest, I can't leave. Little idiot, you Just go, you are the only good person in the palace, you shouldn't stay here."

He pushed his hand, and pouted at him: "Let's go, thank you for helping me on New Year's Eve, even though I was dying of pain, you still helped me."

Just like that, Fuyou was pushed out of the door by him. At this moment, Yan Zhi sent someone to call him to eat, so he went over.

Finally able to go out to collect poems, Fuyou has been smiling for the past few days, and looks much lighter.

While packing up his things, he also gave his own things to acquaintances in the palace.

He left Yan Zhi a roll of his newly cut bamboo slips. He was a little worried about Yan Zhi, but Yan Zhi said that the family would not fall so quickly, and the queen was the last to fall, so he didn't have to worry.

He also went to the West Palace to return a hairpin from the Liu family that survived under Qin Gou's hands a few days ago to Empress Dowager Liu.

An old book is placed in front of Huaiyu gate.

Qin Gou looked at it with envious eyes, and waited wholeheartedly for Fuyou to bring him something.

However, until Cui Zhi and the two little eunuchs who served Fuyou in peacetime all received gifts from Fuyou, he, Qin Gou, just didn't.

Nothing.

Fuyou didn't even come over and say a word to him.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

It's spring, and the poetry collectors in the imperial capital have set off one after another in the past few days.

Fuyou put his bookcase on his back, adjusted the tarpaulin on the roof to shade the sun and rain, and he also set off.

On the day he left, Yan Zhi took someone to see him off, Cui Zhi was there, and gave him some money.

Fu You smiled and said: "It's been three years, and I'm back to the original point again."

Just pretend that nothing happened in the past three years, he just dreamed for three years, and when he woke up, he was still a free little poetry collector.

He said to Yan Zhi: "Brother, see you in winter."

At this time, Qin Gou was sitting in the Yangju hall, holding his hands, pointing with his fingers, counting the time.

Coming back, coming back.

His fingers paused.

Sure enough, the next moment, footsteps came from outside the palace gate, and Cui Zhi came back.

Cui Zhi pushed open the closed palace door: "Your Majesty, help the young master to leave."

Qin Gou let out a faint "hmm" from his throat.

"Is Your Majesty really not going to send it off?"

"Need not."

I'll be back in a while anyway.

As Qin Gou spoke, he stood up and walked out the door.

Cui Zhi hurriedly followed, thinking that he was going to send Fuyou off, but he didn't want him to stop moving forward when he reached the gate of the palace, but turned around and walked up the palace wall and tower.

His fingers began to tap lightly again, counting down.

The little squirrel is about to fly back.

Sunrise, clouds clear.

Not long after, Qin Gou's fingers paused.

Sure enough, there were footsteps coming from under the city tower.

The hidden guard hurried up the tower: "Your Majesty..."

"En." Qin Gou let go of his hands, propped himself on the tower, and looked down.

Fuyou will be back soon, run into his arms, what will he do?

He will hold him and cry.

The dark guard said softly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fu..."

Qin Gou stared at the bottom of the tower, and replied again: "Well, if you have something to say, just say it."

"I was ordered to go to the small road outside the city to intercept Mr. Fu and scare Mr. Fu back...but...but..."

"But what?"

"But Mr. Fu rolled into the bushes with the bookcase in his arms...and ran away. I waited for a long time to search, but there was no trace of Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu..." The dark guard paused, swallowed, "run gone."

Qin Gou turned his head: "Run away?"

The dark guard hastily knelt down: "This subordinate is negligent, but Mr. Fu is really alert... I wait... I was negligent."

Qin Gou's brows twitched, he rubbed his brows, then turned his head to look down the tower.

It's all right now, the little squirrel is about to get hurt again.

But he won't run, the little squirrel won't run.

When he was injured, he would cry, and he would run back when he cried, and he would run back when he cried.

Qin Gou waited on the palace wall, staring at the bottom. Before he could wait, he ran to the tower of the outer city to wait.

People come and go downstairs in the city tower, but there is never a little poetry collector with a bookcase on his back.

He caught almost everyone who was carrying a bookcase to read.

Underneath changed three rounds of gatekeeper soldiers.

Twilight is fading.

Cui Zhi persuaded: "Your Majesty, you have not eaten or drank all day, and you helped the young master to leave. It was you who personally approved the order."

Qin Gou turned his head suddenly: "Prepare the horse!" His eyes were bloodshot and his hands trembled: "Prepare the horse!"

He didn't think about it, he didn't think about letting Fuyou go, he just wanted to scare him.

There was never any change in the things he arranged, and there would be no mistakes, but Fuyou still left.

Qin Gou grabbed Cui Zhi's collar with one hand, and the dark guard's collar with the other: "Get off and prepare your horse."

The dark guard raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, in fact, Mr. Fu recognized us on the road, and he said..."

Qin Gou felt a dull pain belatedly in his heart.

The dark guard lowered his voice even more: "Master Fu said that he hates you."

However, there was another voice saying to Qin Gou, "You love him."

"But you lost him forever."