Substitute thought

18

Fuyou, the little poetry picker, left the imperial capital without looking back, carrying the bookcase on his back.

He picked some fruits on the road, broke off new willow branches and tied them in his hair, and met a few "uninvited guests"——

Robbers who rob.

It's just that Qin Gou seemed to have missed it. He had met these few of his subordinates.

Fuyou felt helpless.

He should know, how could a self-willed person like Qin Gou easily let him go just because he jumped into the lake once.

It turns out there are still arrangements here.

Fuyou took off the bookcase on his back, hugged it in his arms, and said to the timid "robbers", "I don't blame you, you go back and report to me, just say that I escaped from the nearby bushes Yes. Tell Qin Gou something, just say..."

Fuyou thought for a while, and finally found the right place to slash the knife, with a calm expression: "I will always hate him."

After saying this, he ran away from the bushes. A group of "robbers" were not easy to do anything, and they were also taken aback by these words.

They had no choice but to go back and report.

Fuyou ran away with the bookcase in his arms, he seemed calm, but in fact only he knew that he was very scared, his heart beating like a drum.

He knew Qin Gou's methods, and he also knew that Qin Gou's orders were always foolproof.He probably wanted to scare himself back. If he didn't go back, he might be tied back.

Fuyou was frightened into a cold sweat by his guess, and ran away.

He never wanted to go back.

In the evening, Fuyou settled in a hunter's house in the wild.

It was still a little cold, and there was a fire in the house, and cabbage soup was boiled on the fire.

Fuyou and his family were sitting by the fire. He took out two pieces of candy from the bookcase and stuffed them into the mouths of the two children of the family. He also took out a piece of bacon wrapped in a handkerchief and cut it into pieces with a wooden knife. Take one piece and put it in the soup.

Two children surrounded him and called "Brother", Fuyou couldn't hold back, and stuffed them with two more candies.

The rough dinner is naturally not as good as the one in the palace, but Fuyou still ate a bowl full.

After dinner, he took out the bamboo slips and taught the two children how to read.

In the middle of the night, the family brought Fuyou quilts, and Fuyou himself took out a blanket from the bookcase, and he slept next to the burning fire, so warm.

The roof of the house is a little leaky, the moonlight comes in, and the wind blows fine dust.Fu You huddled under the quilt and watched, and couldn't help but let out a breath towards the sky.

He couldn't sleep and didn't want to.

He was afraid that when he woke up, all this would become a dream, and he would return to that golden cage again.

he doesn't want to go back...

He will never go back.

Thinking of this, Fuyou gradually fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it has passed, and from nowhere came the sound of horseshoes coming from far and near, and it was heard in Fuyou's dream, which made him have a splitting headache.

The next moment, a gust of cold wind blows in from outside the door, making Fuyou shiver.

He was still stuck in a dream.

Two hands caressed his cheeks, across his eyes and lips, and grabbed his neck.

Fuyou woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar yet fearful face, thinking he was in a dream.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scream, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

If it's a nightmare.

This is a nightmare.

Fuyou clenched his fist, raised his hand, and violently pushed Qin Gou away.

It was also when the courage to resist broke out that he yelled out his voice.

"Go away!"

Qin Gou was kneeling in front of him on one knee, but Fuyou was pushing too hard, or he didn't squat firmly, so he was pushed down by Fuyou.

Like a paper tiger.

"His Majesty……"

Seeing that he had fallen, several guards hurried up to help him, but Qin Gou waved at them.

He yelled: "Little squirrel..."

Fu You ignored him, stood up on his own, looked up and saw five or six guards crowded in this small house, blocking the door of the inner room, in the room, the Orion family was wearing clothes, looking outside.

There are more guards waiting outside.

Only then did Fuyou realize vaguely that it was not a dream.

He wanted to talk to Orion's family. He didn't mean it. He didn't know that Qin Gou would come to him at night. He didn't lure Qin Gou here on purpose.

I am sorry.

Fuyou wiped his eyes, squatted down, put away his own blanket, and tidied up other people's bedding.

He also left a little money in the bedding as an apology.

When he was doing these things, Qin Gou stood aside and watched.

After he finished packing, Qin Gou said, "Go back."

Fuyou picked up the bookcase and walked out without saying a word.

The guards outside led the horses to meet him, but Fu You ignored them and went straight ahead.

Although it is still midnight, we can start our journey.

But before he took two steps, Qin Gou took his hand and said, "Get on the horse."

Fuyou shook off his hand, and Qin Gou held it again: "Good boy, be good, I thought a lot on the way here..."

Fuyou turned around and pushed him away suddenly: "Get out of here!"

Qin Gou was pushed back a step by him, and Fuyou looked up at Orion behind him, regained his senses, and felt that they should not disturb them, so he turned around and walked forward for a while.

Qin Gou followed him closely and asked the guards to stay where they were and wait.

Fuyou walked forward step by step, and every time he took a step, many thoughts passed through his mind.

At first, he thought that with Yan Fuyun, he could leave.

But no.

Later, he thought that as long as Qin Gou got tired of it, he could leave.

Or not.

In the end, he got the freedom to come out to collect poems by jumping into the lake, but this freedom was only for one day.

Only one day.

From Fuyou's point of view, Qin Gou's nature is evil, he is like an old cat that has caught its prey and must play with it to death before giving up.

Fuyou stopped outside the woods under the hillside, and Qin Gou held his hand again: "Fuyou."

Fuyou withdrew his hand and pushed him away: "I told you to go away, don't you understand?"

If he dared to talk to Qin Gou like this in normal times, Qin Gou would definitely be angry. It would be strange if he didn't today.

Fuyou was emotional, but he didn't notice.

He just thought that if Qin Gou would not give up until he died, then before he died, he would treat all this as a nightmare.

In nightmares, you can be unscrupulous.

Before, he was always afraid of death, which was wrong.If he angered Qin Gou and Qin Gou executed him, that would be his relief.

It's a pity that Fuyou doesn't know how to quarrel at all, and when he gets angry, he also speaks a little incoherently.

"I already knew I was wrong! I have not messed with you anymore! You wrote the poetry collector's letter to me yourself. Why do you want me to go back? I won't go back, I won't go back!"

Fuyou's eyes were red, tears flowed down unconsciously, the moonlight shone like a layer of frost.

He looks like he has teeth and claws, but he is extraordinarily fragile.

Qin Gou pressed his shoulders: "Okay, I thought a lot on the way here, I was wrong, I was a little impulsive these days, and purposely picked up a young lady to anger you, don't do that, go back with me. "

He always talked to himself like this.

"Don't touch me." Fuyou pushed him away, closed his eyes, "I said, I won't go back, I'm a poetry collector, I have a letter to collect poems, why should I go back?"

"Because you like me."

"because I like you?"

On the contrary, Fuyou laughed angrily at him. Seeing his expression, Qin Gou became suspicious of this matter for the first time.

There was some urgency in his tone, and he quickly added: "You said it yourself..."

Fuyou interrupted him: "But I'm not a puppy!"

Qin Gou was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why he liked him, so it became...

Fu You saw his doubts, and smiled a little: "What kind of person are you, don't you know yourself? Wouldn't you like a vile person like you, isn't he just a puppy?"

With the determination to die, he didn't need to worry about any threats from Qin Gou, and he seemed to have slowly found the knack of arguing with Qin Gou.

"Yes, I fell in love with you three years ago. I was so stupid at that time. I didn't meet many good people. I thought you were the best person in the world, so I followed you blindly."

"But you said it yourself. You don't like anyone. You scold me, bully me, and humiliate me in front of everyone. I'm a human being, and I'm not a puppy. I'm not what you call and go. Puppy, why should I always like you? Why do you ask me to always like you? "

Qin Gou was stunned for a moment. The nights in early spring were always extremely cold. When Qin Gou breathed, he brought in the cold air, and felt that his heart was clenched tightly for no reason.

He explained without confidence: "I didn't treat you as a puppy."

"Yes, you didn't treat me like a puppy." Fuyou pushed his hand away, and said calmly, "You treated me like a little squirrel."

He thought for a while, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm down: "Just think it's the little squirrel who is about to fly away, just think it's me who provoked you these three years, and I've already paid the price for my own stupidity. I don't want to go back, I want to go out and collect poetry."

Qin Gou looked down at him and said in a low voice, "Go back, I won't be like this in the future."

"I told you, I won't go back!" Fuyou worked hard to build up his momentum, and looked back viciously, "Isn't it the little oriole? If you look for it again, you will find it, maybe you can find the little green bird and the little cardinal .”

"No, you are different from them."

"What's the difference? Aren't they all small things?"

"You..." Qin Gou paused, as if he was extremely unwilling to admit it.

He stopped talking and took a step forward instead.

Fuyou seemed to have expected it, and took a step back, fully defensive.

"If you tie me back, I have countless ways to kill myself."

In the past three years, Fuyou finally threatened Qin Gou once again.

Qin Gou's outstretched hand grabbed the air, and then slowly retracted it.

Fuyou smiled: "Qin Gou, sometimes I really don't understand why you must not let me go, is it because I challenged your authority?"

"No." Qin Gou shook his head, showing a blankness that Fuyou had never seen before.

"It's because you see me as a gadget. You only have the reason to break the gadget and throw it away. There is absolutely no reason for the gadget to leave by itself, right?"

"No." Qin Gou frowned, as if thinking about something.

"What's that for?"

He looked at Fuyou, opened his mouth, and finally remembered that sentence: "Because I like you too."

As if he heard some big joke, Fuyou let out a "puchi" and laughed out loud.

"You like me? Qin Gou, do you like me?"

Qin Gou looked at him puzzled, as if he really didn't know what he was laughing at.

Fuyou smiled with tears all over his face, and he kept laughing for too long, so he squeezed his lips tightly to hold back.

"So you have to say next, when you were in the palace, you brought all the soldiers and horses to rescue Yan Fuyun, because you liked me?"

"The rebel army attacked the city. I promised you to come at noon on the third day. Yan Fuyun's horse got stuck in the snow. You didn't come on time. Is it because you like me?"

"You dragged me up in the middle of the night, insulted me; insulted me in the carriage; asked me to dress up as a woman, please, but you still lied to me, all because you like me?"

Qin Gou looked into his red eyes, as if he knew for the first time that these things looked like this to him, and his defense seemed powerless in front of Fuyou: "I didn't think so."

Fu You said, "What does that matter? Anyway, you have already done this."

"Is that what liking is to you? Liking is belittling, teasing, and insulting to you, isn't it?"

"Am I really like a puppy that is played around? As long as you wave your hand, will I follow?"

He was too excited, Qin Gou hugged him: "You never told me, I don't know you think so, I thought..."

"I didn't tell you?" Fuyou struggled so hard that his voice became hoarse, "Aren't you always watching me struggling in a predicament alone? You are watching every time, you don't know ?”

Qin Gou hugged him tightly, restraining his struggle: "Every time you want to jump out of my palm, I am very annoyed, I don't know how to like it, I don't know."

"You don't know how to like you?" Fuyou laughed again, this statement was so ridiculous that he repeated the sentence on both sides, "You don't know how to like you? When I like you, I try my best to please you You, make you happy. It’s been three years, even a dog can understand it, barking and biting are not signs of liking people.”

Fuyou couldn't break free, so he lowered his head and bit Qin Gou's arm.

Qin Gou snorted, but did not relax his strength.

"I didn't want to admit that I liked you at first. You left, and I found out that I like you on the way here. You come back with me, and I will never bully you again. Let's start again, and you slowly teach me, from three years ago restart."

His skin is thick and thick, and Fuyou can't bite. He raised his head and looked at him viciously: "Why do you want me to teach you? Why do I want to start over with you? Why do you say you want to go back to three years ago? Have to go back to three years ago?"

"Qin Gou, I've had enough of what you said, and I should obey. Let me go back to three years ago, and I will definitely push you away and give you a 'pooh'."

After Fuyou finished speaking, he jumped up and hit his chin hard.

Anyway, he didn't care about anything anymore. He had been suppressed in the palace for too long, afraid of angering Qin Gou. He said everything he dared not say to others today.

For the crime of cursing the emperor and damaging the dragon's body, if Qin Gou wanted to punish him with capital punishment, he would simply let him die.

He would rather die than go back to that cage again.

He didn't want to live at all. Under the plum blossom tree in Yangju Hall, when he was in Fengyi Palace, he thought of countless ways to commit suicide.

It was Yan Zhi who asked him to wait a little longer, and he waited until the chance to leave the palace.

But he has also been standing on the edge of the cliff, never moving a step inside.

Suddenly, there was a new sound of horseshoes not far away.

Fuyou gritted his teeth, thinking that probably Qin Gou's other men came down.

If they had brought a cage for him, he would have slammed his head against the cage.

The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer. Before he was about to die, Fuyou bit Qin Gou's arm like a wild beast.Qin Gou's clothes were not thick in the first place, but they were quickly bitten to pieces by him, dripping with blood.

Fuyou was probably insane, driven insane by the oppressive, day-to-day bullying.

Soon, the sound of hooves stopped.

Fu You looked up and saw Yan Zhi in the night, covered with moonlight, dismounted from his horse, striding towards him.

Fuyou suddenly came back to his senses, the aura of madness disappeared, and he returned to the human world from hell, and he turned back into that gentle and gentle little poetry collector.

He cried out, "Brother..."

I don't know where the strength came from, maybe Qin Gou finally loosened his restraint, and he pushed Qin Gou away.

Qin Gou still stood where he was, but his body swayed and his arms dropped.

Fu You tried to walk towards Yan Zhi, but before he could take a step, Yan Zhi held him down.

Yan Zhi pressed his shoulder, looked at his face and body: "Are you injured?"

Fuyou shook his head: "No..."

But he really didn't look very well, his face was as pale as a ghost, Qin Gou's blood was stained on his lips, only his eyes were red.I just woke up, my hair was uncombed and unkempt.The bunch of words he yelled at Qin Gou just now made his voice hoarse, his clothes were thin, tears were streaming down his face, and his whole body was trembling.

Yan Zhi took off the cloak on his body, and wrapped it around Fuyou.

He was in Fengyi Palace, and when he heard that the emperor had transferred his troops, he immediately followed.Qin Gou marched quickly, but he lost track halfway, so he wasted a little time.

Yan Zhi rubbed his arm, then wiped his face, and said softly, "Don't do anything stupid."

"It's already been done." Fuyou lowered his head, rubbed the tip of his nose, and confessed in front of his elder brother, "I quarreled with Qin Gou, and I even bit him."

Yan Zhi paused for a moment, then turned to look at Qin Gou: "Your Majesty, Fuyou was also emotional for a while, and it was not intentional. If you offend him, please don't blame him."

Qin Gou didn't say a word, just looked at Fuyou, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zhi thought that Qin Gou was brewing anger, after thinking about it, he knelt down to help You and beg for mercy.

Fuyou stopped him: "Brother." He bowed to Qin Gou: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have contradicted Your Majesty, let alone hurt the dragon's body. It was because of my fascination. Your Majesty should punish me."

It doesn't look like it's his fault that he looks like this.

Qin Gou pursed his lips, and finally just responded, "Yes."

After complaining to the emperor, Fuyou said that he would go out to collect poems and would not return to the palace.

Qin Gou still didn't speak, as if acquiescing.

Fuyou Xie En resigned, and together with Yan Zhi, retreated to the side.

It was still early at this time, and when Yan Zhi heard that he had fallen asleep and pulled him up, his heart ached and he asked him if he wanted to sleep a little longer.

Fuyou said no, so he pulled Fuyou to a stone under a tree, spread clothes on the stone, let him sit down, combed his hair, and gave him dry food.

The two deliberately kept away, almost on the other side of the hillside.

Yan Zhi said to him: "You are really...why are you so reckless today? What if you are killed by the emperor?"

Fuyou lowered his head, pouted his lips, and made a nonchalant look: "If you kill me, you will kill me. I would rather he kill me earlier than torture me hard."

Just as Yan Zhi was about to speak, Fu You turned his head, his eyes determined: "Brother, I really can't hold it anymore."

Yan Zhi stopped talking, just hugged him: "Okay, okay, it's okay, brother is here."

Fuyou lowered his eyes, turned around, and Yan Zhi continued to comb his hair.

Fu You said softly: "Brother, I just realized now that you can speak so cruelly to someone you hate, like a knife."

"I always thought that I had a good temper, a stupid mouth, and would not quarrel with others. I just realized now that I just haven't met anyone I really hate."

"When I was arguing with him, I didn't care about anything else. I just wanted to stab him with words. The more unhappy he was, the more proud I was." Fu You thought for a while, "I'm a bad person."

"You're not, don't think about it." Yan Zhi held his hair with one hand and reached out to him, "Hairband."

Fuyou handed back his left hand, Yan Zhi removed the hair band from his wrist, and tied his hair.

tied high.

"Fuyou, you haven't even put on your hat yet, and you still have a bright future ahead, don't trap yourself like this for these three years."

"I didn't trap myself, but he never let me go."

"Okay, okay, just now you said that you want to go out to collect poems, but the emperor didn't say anything, it should be acquiesced, you just go to collect poems. For other things, brother will come up with a solution, okay?"

Fuyou stopped talking, and ate his snacks aggrievedly.

Yan Zhi took his bookcase and added some food to it: "The horse I rode over will also be given to you, you can go on the horse."

Fuyou replied sullenly: "Yes."

After he finished his snacks, Yan Zhi picked up the bookcase and carried it on his back, and helped him tidy up his clothes. He really looked like a brother who sent his children out.

After recovering, Fuyou was once again a respectable little poetry collector.

Yan Zhi patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, you wait here, brother will help you bring the horse over."

"What about brother?"

"I'm never going to bring just one horse."

Yan Zhi walked to the other side of the hillside and led his horse over.

He took a careful look, but saw that Qin Gou was still standing in his original position, motionless.

He just didn't do anything else.

Yan Zhi felt that Fuyou was about to be forced to collapse by him several times, but he himself felt good and thought that Fuyou was just throwing a temper tantrum.

Yan Zhi withdrew his gaze, led the horse over, and handed it to Fu You: "Go quickly."

"Yeah." Fuyou took the reins, "Be careful, brother, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, you go, brother can handle it." Yan Zhi touched his head and sighed, "You really have grown taller, go."

Fuyou responded, carried the bookcase on his back, and got on his horse.

At this time, the morning light was dim, Fuyou held the reins, and softly called out "drive".

Yan Zhi stood there with his arms folded, watching him leave.

When Fuyou's back completely disappeared, Yan Zhi turned his head, only to see that Qin Gou had already stood on the hill, and was also staring at the direction Fuyou was leaving.

Qin Gou was unkempt, he didn't eat or drink all day, his face was livid, his lips were chapped, and there were marks of Fuyou's bite on his shoulders and arms.

It looked like a wounded beast.

Does Yan know why he is so talkative now, maybe...

Perhaps it was because Fuyou finally spoke his mind to him and woke him up by scolding him.

He has never known that between himself and Fuyou, there are monarchs and ministers. Does Fuyou have to accept everything he gives or forces?

Not necessarily, of course he knew that Fuyou was forced, he just didn't care.

He just wanted the little squirrel to stay by his side, and he didn't care about the process or what the little squirrel wanted.

Now that the little squirrel finally flew away, he belatedly began to feel uncomfortable.

How ridiculous.

Yan Zhi looked back for the last time, then walked across the hill to the side of the entourage he had brought.

Qin Gou still stood where he was, motionless.

If he didn't leave, Yan Zhi didn't dare to leave, he was afraid that Qin Gou would turn around and arrest him again, so he had to help You watch here.

I don't know how long it took, until the sky was bright, and there was a crisp bird cry in the woods.

Only then did Qin Gou come back to his senses. He turned his head and shouted, "Prepare the horse...prepare the horse!"

Yan Zhi stood up vigilantly, and asked his entourage to lead the horse.

But when Qin Gou's attendants brought the horse over, Qin Gou got on the horse and was about to chase after him, but pulled the rein and stopped.

He looked blank and thought for a long time, but finally turned his horse's head.

"Back to the palace..."

Yan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered the purge team to prepare for the return trip.

On the way back, Qin Gou was riding on the horse, and Fuyou's accusations and cries hit his heart one by one.

He felt his heart beating extremely fast, as if it was about to break through the confinement and jump directly out of his chest.

Suddenly, he felt his eyes go dark, and he fell off the horse.

The horse following behind did not have time to stop, and the horse's hoof stepped on his chest.

He didn't feel the pain, but felt that it wasn't enough. It would be great if he could cut his chest open and let him see his heart clearly.

Unfortunately, this is not feasible.

And this is only the first day that Fuyou went out to collect poems.

The day after Fuyou left.

Fuyou had already left the imperial capital and entered the border of another state and county.

The little poetry picker was carrying a bookcase on his back, shaking the wooden duo, and was warmly received by the people of the whole village.

Qin Gou had already returned to the palace, to the Yangju Hall, and sat in front of the case to review the memorial.

Cui Zhi, as usual, lighted the tranquilizing incense, set up the pen, ink and tea, and then left.

this evening.

Fuyou stayed overnight at the home of a respected elder in the village, and chatted with the elder for half the night before going to sleep in a daze.

When hiding under the quilt, Fuyou couldn't hold back his tears.

In the Yangju Palace, Qin Gou reviewed the memorials before the case until midnight.

In the middle of the night, he put down his pen and rubbed the space between his brows.He subconsciously walked to the side hall, opened the door and went in.

There are no candles in the side hall, it is dark.

He walked to the bed, raised his hand, and wanted to lift the curtain, but found that the curtain had been hung up.

He didn't take this matter to heart, he just lay down outside the bed, and when he was used to reaching out to touch it, he felt a piece of ice cold.

Nothing.

Only then did Qin Gou realize that Fuyou left.

He withdrew his hand and covered his forehead.

After a while, Qin Gou sat up and called out, "Cui Zhi."

It was an old problem, and he had insomnia at night.

Cui Zhi hurried in from the outside: "Your Majesty."

"Light up the Anshen Xiang, and bring the Ningshen Pill."

"Yes."

Cui Zhi lit the candle, walked to the door, and waved to the outside, and two young eunuchs came in carrying a copper incense burner.

Fuyou's place has never been incensed, and Fuyou doesn't like it.

Although Qin Gou couldn't fall asleep without smelling the Anshenxiang, he always slept soundly at Fuyou's place.

Today is different.

Cui Zhi sighed in his heart, watching the little eunuchs add spices to the incense burner, he poured out two Ningshen pills from the porcelain bottle, put them on the jade plate, poured some warm water into the jade bowl, and held them together In front of Qin Gou.

Qin Gou picked up two pills, threw them into his mouth, picked up the jade bowl, and drank.

He raised his head and swallowed the pill with water.

At this time, the Anshen incense was lit, Cui Zhi led the eunuchs to leave, and Qin Gou lay back on the bed again.

He closed his eyes, and after a while, he sat up irritably again.

He walked to the front of the case, poured himself a cup of tea, and took two white pills with this cup of tea.

After taking the medicine, Qin Gou lay back on the bed for the last time.

This time he fell asleep, but only for a quarter of an hour.

Qin Gou woke up when he turned over and couldn't hold Fuyou.

He sat up abruptly, clutching his neck, panting heavily.

A voice said to him: "You are finished, you have lost him forever."

Qin Gou walked to the outside with heavy steps, and poured himself half a pot of cold tea before he managed to calm himself down and drive away the demonic voice.

Cui Zhi was keeping watch outside the side hall, when suddenly, the door of the hall was opened from the inside.

Qin Gou stood inside the door without saying a word.

After a long time, he walked out of the door, returned to the main hall, sat back in front of the case again, and continued to review the memorial.

It was the third day that Fuyou went out to collect poems.

Fuyou planned to stay in the village for a few more days to collect two poems.

He sat on the edge of the field, under a big tree with new green leaves, and shared lunch with the farmers. He held cakes in his left hand and a pen in his right. He wrote and drew on the bamboo slips on the ground.

In the Yangju Palace, Qin Gou finished approving all the memorials for the past few days.

The eunuchs carried down several large baskets of memorials. Qin Gou looked at them for a while, then stood up and went inside.

The inside has not been tidied up, and it was still decorated with red silk for the wedding of the emperor and empress a year ago, which is very festive.

Qin Gou went in, lay down on the couch with his clothes on, and closed his eyes.

Also not long after, he opened his eyes again and sat up.

"Cui Zhi."

Cui Zhi hurried in: "Your Majesty."

"Send someone to Fengyi Palace to drive that young lady away."

Cui Zhi paused, but still answered: "Yes."

But not long after, Cui Zhi came back: "Your Majesty, Mr. Huaiyu asked the old slave to bring a message to His Majesty."

Qin Gou was lying on the bed at that time, where Fuyou used to sleep, on the pillow that Fuyou used to sleep on.

Hearing Cui Zhi speak, he moved outside calmly: "What?"

"Mr. Huaiyu said that Mr. Fu knew his identity a long time ago, and he left a gift for him, so he recognized him as a friend. If he is returned to the Southwest King now, he will definitely die. It doesn't matter if he dies." , if Mr. Fu finds out, I'm afraid he will blame His Majesty..."

Qin Gou suddenly turned over and sat up: "He is taking..."

He can't seem to say the name.

"Is he threatening me?"

Cui Zhi lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Qin Gou sternly said, "Drive him away."

"Yes."

Cui Zhi turned to leave, but Qin Gou stopped him suddenly: "Stop."

Qin Gou got off the couch, took off a long knife from the wall, drew the knife out of its sheath, and walked straight out of the Yangju hall.

Cui Zhi followed behind, made a decisive decision, and called a little eunuch over: "Take a shortcut to Fengyi Palace, and tell him that His Majesty has passed with a knife, and let Young Master Yan make preparations quickly."

Holding a long knife, Qin Gou walked slowly on the palace road with big strides.

He didn't rest much for two or three days in a row. His complexion was not good-looking, his hair was disheveled, his beard was protruding, his eyes were red, he looked like a wild beast.

He didn't want to face Fuyou's problem, at least not now.

Because he couldn't figure it out, couldn't give the correct answer, let alone face up to his mistakes.

He can only use all available means to escape.

He approved the memorials, and finished approving all the memorials. Now that he has nothing to do and he can't sleep, he will target Fengyi Palace.

He couldn't calm down, and as soon as he calmed down, he would see Fuyou's eyes, and Fuyou complained about his eyes.

Qin Gou had to find something for himself to do.

At this time, it is already spring and there is no snow.

Qin Gou let go of his hand, and the tip of the knife made a "clank", and hit the bluestone brick palace road.

As he walked forward, the tip of the knife slashed across the ground, and the sound was piercing.

He seemed to be seeking revenge, but he didn't know that Fuyou's biggest enemy was himself.

Soon arrived at Fengyi Palace, Yan Zhi received the news from Cui Zhi, and had already closed the palace gate.

But how could Qin Gou let it go?He lifted the knife, and slashed fiercely at the thick black wooden door.

With a "bang", a deep knife mark was left on the palace gate.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, Qin Hook pulled out the long knife, swung his arm, and gave it another hard blow.

Within two or three blows, the palace gate was smashed to pieces by him.

Qin Gou kicked away the pile of broken wood and stepped over the threshold.

Inside the palace gate, several followers that Yan Zhi brought in from outside the palace stood in two rows.

The door of the main hall directly opposite was wide open, and Yan Zhi still had the demeanor of a nobleman of such a family, sitting upright on his knees, with a long sword in his hand.

"What is His Majesty's business?" he asked.

Qin Gou raised his chin: "I'm looking for that young lady."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huaiyu came out from the corridor with an old book in his arms.

"Your Majesty is looking for me."

Qin Gou said: "Come here, take him down."

Huaiyu took a step back, holding up the old book Fuyou left him in his arms——

His exoneration gold medal.

Sure enough, when Qin Gou saw the scroll of bamboo slips, he immediately raised his hand to tell the guards to stop.

Huaiyu said indifferently: "Under His Majesty's supervision, I have not privately sent any information to the Southwest King. I just want to live, and Fuyou also wants me to live. I don't know what I did to annoy Your Majesty?"

Qin Gou couldn't answer.

Of course he couldn't answer.

Huai Yu said again: "Your Majesty doesn't think that Fu You left the palace because of me?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Yan Zhi hurried down the steps and tugged Huaiyu's sleeve to tell him to stop talking.

Huai Yu continued: "Or, Your Majesty, don't you think that Fu You left the palace because of the Queen?"

Yan Zhi didn't want to bother him at first, but Fuyou gave him a gift before leaving, Yan Zhi thought that Fuyou liked him quite a bit, and wanted to remind him not to annoy Qin Gou.

Huaiyu finally shut up.

However, Qin Gou seemed to be irritated by these two words. He dragged his long knife and walked forward slowly, full of killing intent.

Yan Zhi looked back at Huaiyu, with anger in his eyes.He clenched the long sword in his hand, stood where he was, and remained motionless.

Qin Gou's eyes were fierce, approaching like a god of death.

Huaiyu was also a little frightened, and stepped back.

When he was in front of him, Qin Gou didn't raise the knife, but stretched out his hand towards him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me the book."

Huaiyu held the bamboo slips and refused to let go, Yan Zhi looked back at him: "Give it to him."

Qin Gou emphasized his tone and ordered, "Give me his book."

Huaiyu put the book in his hand.

It was the third night when Fuyou went out to collect poems.

Young people in the village caught a wild boar going down the mountain for food, so the village took advantage of the situation and held a bonfire party.

The flames were so high that the grilled wild boar was put on the fire, and it was roasted until it was sizzling.

With good wine, music and dancing, Fuyou sat by the bonfire, holding a pen and bamboo slips by the firelight, and recorded all the songs sung by the villagers.

Only halfway through memorizing, a young man came over and took away his bamboo slips. Fu You hurriedly stood up and chased after him, and was dragged into the dancing team by a group of young people.

"Little Poet Picker, don't write, only old people will sit here all the time."

Fuyou was dragged around in circles by them, dazed: "Don't spin, don't spin..."

Bonfire sparks fly into the sky, lighting up the night.

The Yangju Hall in the imperial capital had turned off the lights early, and it was dark and extremely quiet.

In the darkness, Qin Gou reeked of alcohol, lying in the side hall, sleeping on Fuyou's bed.

He didn't fall asleep, but just hugged the book and leaned against the