Substitute thought

19

The rain has turned light, and the spring rain is pattering.

Qin Gou knelt on the muddy ground, covered in dirt, surrounded by the old tree that had collapsed and many stones.

Fuyou was like the literati in earlier times. He recorded everything in short words, carved them on stones, and threw them into the holes of plum trees.

In the past, Empress Dowager Liu blocked him, and no one else spoke to him except Qin Gou.Later when Qin Gou came to power, Qin Gou always angered the people around him for no reason, and he didn't dare to talk to others.

He can only talk to this plum tree, and the plum tree will help him keep the secret.

So he especially likes to stay under this tree.

It's been three years. Without that Dao Lei, Qin Gou would never know how his mood has changed in these three years.

With his hands covered in mud and water, Qin Gou tried to reach out to pick up the stones again.

The guards finally couldn't stand anymore and wanted to come to help him, but he roared and pushed them away.

No one can understand the roar of unknown meaning.

He knelt in front of those stones, bent over with a hunched figure, and arranged the stones reverently.

If arranged in chronological order, these stones should look like this——

In the winter three years ago, Fuyou entered the palace to present poems and met Qin Gou.Qin Gou said he liked him and asked him to stay.Fuyou was unwilling at first, but later, seeing Qin Gou's lonely situation, he finally decided to stay with him.

——I like Qin Gou.

But many people in the palace bullied him. Empress Dowager Liu called him a fool, and court officials said he was greedy for glory.

--sad.

Every time he casts a "sad" pebble, he will immediately throw a "Like Qin Gou" big pebble.

So the two stones, the number is similar.

In addition to these stones representing ordinary feelings, he will also throw some stones with special meaning into it.

For example, on Fuyou's first birthday, he wrote: "Qin Gou, your wish has come true."

This should also be the wish he made on the colored candle Qin Gou gave him on his first birthday.

On Fuyou's second birthday, he didn't write anything. At that time, he hoped to be with Qin Gou forever.

And the stone itself is firm enough.

But what he didn't expect was that in the third year after Qin Gou got his wish, he threw a pebble into the tree hole with his own hands, representing "sorrow".

From this moment on, everything in the tree hole turned into pebbles.

He wrote "Don't be a queen" twice, and "Go out to collect poems" three times, but he never wrote "I like Qin Gou" again.

Once when he was sick, accompanied by Cui Zhi, he threw the last pebble under the tree.

Qin Gou couldn't figure out where to put the stone engraved with "It hurts so much".

After all, since the beginning of winter years ago, Fuyou has been sick and injured all the time, he can put this stone into it at any moment.

Qin Gou felt that his chest was full of these stones, they were going to crush his heart, and let him taste the taste of Fuyou.

Qin Gou knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and picked up the stones one by one.

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

Fuyou packed up the bookcases, said goodbye to the villagers, and continued southward.

He was sitting on horseback, with his hair tied high, and the sunlight shone on him through the branches and leaves along the way, making his eyes shine brightly.

The horse walked forward unsteadily, and Fuyou also walked slowly.

Anyway, Qin Gou probably didn't come looking for him anymore, he had plenty of time to wander around freely.

He held small smooth stones in his hand, threw them high, and reached out to catch them.

That's it, it's a lot of fun.

It wasn't until the evening that Fuyou came back to his senses.

If he didn't hurry up, he might spend the night in the wild.

So he quickly restrained his expression, threw away the stone, grabbed the rein, and rode forward.

Before dark, he rushed to another village ahead.

Surrounded by green water at the foot of the mountain, several women chatted, picked up the washed wild vegetables, and got up to go back.

Fuyou got off his horse and was about to run forward, after thinking for a while, he quickly took off the wooden duo hanging from his waist and shook it.

This is the rule of the poetry collector.

While shaking the Muduo, he was leading the horse to run forward.

But the horse couldn't move now, and refused to listen to his words. Fuyou pulled it hard, but it would never take a step forward.

During the stalemate, someone walked up to Fuyou, first stroked his head, and then stroked the horse's mane.

"Hey, you little idiot poetry picker, let me do it."

Fuyou looked up, and saw a tall old gentleman with a goatee standing in front of him, with a helpless expression on his face.

This is Fuyou's old acquaintance.

Fuyou collected poems for the first time three years ago, passed by here, and met him, and he can be regarded as an old friend.

and……

At that time, they made an appointment to meet again the next year.

Of course Fuyou didn't come to the appointment in the end.

Fuyou was a little embarrassed, and called out in a low voice, "Old Master Qiu."

"En." The old master responded, and took the rein from him as if nothing had happened, with a bit of complaint in his tone, "Why did you come here so late?"

"I..." Fuyou paused, but still replied in a low voice, "I wasted time just playing around."

Old Master Qiu sighed, and then took him back.

He opened a private school in the village, specializing in teaching others to read, and many students came here admiringly.

Fu You followed the old master into the courtyard, and many students saluted him and called "Teacher".

They took Fuyou's horse down, and just as they were about to have dinner, they added a table for Fuyou.

Fuyou couldn't hold back his sneeze, they brought another blanket and wrapped him up.

They even had to feed him.

Fuyou hastily refused.

After dinner, they sat around the fire and gave lectures. Fuyou sat on the side wrapped in a blanket, drowsy.

After an unknown amount of time, Old Master Qiu touched him, and Fuyou raised his head in a daze. Old Master Qiu sighed, "Go back to sleep."

"Oh." Fuyou stood up wrapped in a blanket, and followed him back to the room.

Old Master Qiu slept on a big bed, and Fuyou huddled on the small couch next to him.

After blowing out the candles, Old Master Qiu asked him, "Why haven't you come here for three whole years?"

"I..." was finally asked.

Fu You thought for a while, but finally hid under the quilt and said sullenly, "I'm sick."

He didn't want to be like a resentful woman who told the things of the past three years over and over again, just telling Qin Gou once would make him feel uncomfortable enough.

It would be even worse if you had to tell others.

Old Master Qiu asked again: "What disease? What's wrong with you?"

"Well... I fell asleep unknowingly and had a dream. When I woke up, it was three years later."

After saying this, he refused to answer any more questions.

Fuyou turned over and faced the wall.There is a window on the wall, and some small things are placed on the window sill. The moonlight shines on the window sill and also on the veranda.

He stretched out his hand from under the blanket, pointed with his fingers, and wandered from one side of the window sill to the other, bypassing the decorations one by one.

He only thinks about those things when he is free.

It was like a dream, he had been indulging in it for three years, and now he finally got out, looking back, it was just a dream.

Old Master Qiu said: "Stay a little longer? After all, there is still more time."

"Yeah." Fuyou nodded, "It's just a dream anyway."

At this time, Qin Gou fell seriously ill and fell into a dream.

He was lying on the bed in the side hall, like the old tree in the apse collapsed suddenly, his body was hot and cold, but his mind was very clear.

He held the stone tightly in his hands.

Cui Zhi asked him to take medicine, but he never put it down for a moment, holding the stone in one hand and the medicine bowl in the other.

Before drinking, he asked Cui Zhi: "Did I treat him badly?"

Cui Zhi said: "Your Majesty will not make mistakes."

It was no use persuading him so many times, and he didn't want to say those unflattering words anymore, anyway, Fuyou had already left.

Qin Gou didn't speak any more, just raised his head and drank the soup and medicine in the bowl.

Then the attendants withdrew, leaving Qin Gou to rest alone in the side hall.

Qin Gou hugged the brocade quilt and lay on the spot where Fuyou had slept before.

In a daze, it was as if someone touched his forehead and said to him, "Qin Gou, are you pretending to be sick again? Are you going to summon your subordinates again? Do you want me to help cover?"

This was something Qin Gou often did when Empress Dowager Liu and General Liu were still in power. He pretended to be ill, summoned his subordinates, and asked Fuyou to cover it up for him.

This time Qin Gou said, "No, I'm really sick."

He tried to hold Fuyou's hand: "I want to sleep, you come back with me, little..."

The unspoken "little squirrel" woke him up suddenly.

Little squirrel, little squirrel...

Qin Gou opened his eyes suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and Fuyou in the illusion was startled away by his contemptuous address.

"Fuyou..." Qin Gou chased him to the bed, but he didn't know where to go after him. He tried to make excuses powerlessly, "I never thought about it that way, I never thought about it that way..."

With a sound of "bang", Qin Gou punched the wall with his fist, which made the whole palace shake.

He really is a ferocious beast that has not been fully domesticated. Once his master left, he even used the most primitive way to express his feelings.

Then Cui Zhi came in with a group of eunuchs, trying to persuade him to go back to rest.

But Qin Gou's eyes were red, and he was about to break through the siege and find Fuyou.

If he doesn't see Fuyou again, he will really go crazy.

In the end, Qin Gou injured several young eunuchs, Cui Zhi really had no choice but to take out the bag of silver that Fuyou had given him before he left, and handed it to him.

"Your Majesty, the things that support the young master, those that support the young master..."

Qin Gou snatched the thing away, held it to his heart, and finally calmed down.

Cui Zhi stepped forward to help him: "Your Majesty, let's rest first... This is also the order of Mr. Fu."

Qin Gou sat back on the couch again and asked, "Cui Zhi, did I treat him badly?"

Cui Zhi paused, and finally nodded: "Yes."

"Then I'll change it from now on, will he come back?"

"The old slave thinks... maybe it will."

Cui Zhi just didn't want to provoke him anymore, but Qin Gou seemed to only hear the last two words.

He grabbed the things Fuyou left behind, and curled his lips: "That's good."

tenth day.

Early in the morning, Fuyou was chased up by Mr. Qiu.

"How can you be a poetry collector like this? Hurry up and go out to collect poems, people have already started farming!"

It was still a bit cold, so Fuyou was wrapped in clothes, squatting on the edge of the field, and waited for a long time before the farmer came over with a hoe on his shoulder.

He sniffed and followed with a pen and ink.

It was also at this time that the messenger from the imperial capital galloped past him on horseback and stopped in front of the house of the oldest man in the village.

Fuyou was subconsciously afraid of the rapid sound of horseshoes, he looked back and saw the appearance of the person coming.

It was one of Qin Gou's hidden guards.

Fuyou hurriedly put away his things, walked up to the ridge of the field, and prepared to run back.

But before he could take a step, the hidden guard shouted at him: "Young Master Fu, please stop."

Fuyou turned his head, his face was pale, he forced himself to calm down: "What's the matter?"

The dark guard made a gesture to him: "Young Master Fu, Your Majesty asked the younger one to bring some things and a few words. Please."

Fuyou pursed his lips, braved up and walked towards him.

He was not afraid of anything, even if Qin Gou came again, he would not be afraid.

He could still drive Qin Gou away.

In the village chief's house, Fuyou sat in front of the desk, and the tea bowl on the desk floated in front of his eyes with steam rising from it.

He lowered his head and fiddled with the edge of the bowl with his fingers, as if he was distracted.

The dark guard knelt in front of him on one knee, took off the package on his back, and took out a square thing wrapped in oiled paper.

He put the things in front of Fuyou, opened them, and said: "Your Majesty originally wanted to come by himself, but he was seriously ill a few days ago, so..."

When he said this, he watched Fuyou's expression carefully.

But Fuyou's expression remained calm, nothing changed.

The dark guard withdrew his gaze, and pushed the boxy, jet-black candy wrapped in oil paper to Fuyou: "Besides, His Majesty thought that Mr. Fu would cry again when he saw him, so he didn't come in person, let the little one I brought Mr. Fu some favorite snacks."

"Your Majesty also said—" He glanced carefully at Fu You, "He already knew he was wrong, and he will correct it. As long as Mr. Fu is willing to go back, His Majesty will immediately issue an order to clarify and make Mr. Fu the empress."

Fuyou smiled, and pushed Tang back with a calm attitude and a firm tone: "Please go back and tell him, I don't want to go back, let alone be a queen. I just want to be a poetry collector. When winter comes, I will naturally go back and offer poetic."

He thought for a while, and then said: "He doesn't have to force it, maybe it's just that I just left and he's not used to it."

"Maybe it's just that Mr. Fu just left, and His Majesty is not used to it."

In the Yangju hall, the dark guard knelt in front of Qin Gou.

Qin Gou was sitting in front of the case, with the memorials piled up beside him as usual, but on the table were several stones and jade seals.

When the dark guard reported back, he lowered his head and fiddled with the stones.

Hearing these words, Qin Gou suddenly raised his head: "How did you tell him?"

"The young one relayed His Majesty's words to Young Master Fu, word for word."

"Did you tell him I love him?"

The dark guard lowered his head, and the meaning was obvious: "When the little one went, His Majesty didn't..."

Qin Gou got up abruptly and asked, "Why didn't you tell him? Tell him, tell him, I love him."

He held the stone tightly, squatted down, and murmured: "I love him, I love him, he doesn't know, he doesn't know, tell him, tell him."

In the woods to the south, by the stream.

The horses were tied to the stream and grazing with their heads down.

Fuyou sat on the rock by the bank, washed the fruit by the stream, and took it as his lunch.

It's just that he didn't expect that he had already tried his best to hurry, and the people sent by Qin Gou found him again.

The hidden guard knelt down in front of him again: "Your Majesty said that he...he likes to help the young master."

Fuyou frowned.

To be honest, he could imagine Qin Gou's original words from the previous transmission from the dark guard.

It was nothing more than impatience, and I felt that he was losing his temper again.

But this sentence...

It's not like what Qin Gou said at all.He would just keep a cold face and say things like "I don't like anyone".

As for who he likes, in Qin Gou's eyes, it was stupid.

Probably the dark guard said this to him in order to complete the task.

After thinking this through, Fuyou smiled: "There's no need to make up such a lie, I won't go back."

The dark guard choked for a moment: "...Master Fu, what you said is indeed..."

Fuyou interrupted him: "It's really troublesome to send messages back and forth over and over again. If he wants to say something in the future, you can tell him: 'Fuyou won't go back.' If he refuses, you can Come out of the palace, find an inn outside to stay for a few days, then go back and tell him, I won’t go back, when winter comes, I will naturally go back and present poems.”

He handed the fruit in his hand to the dark guard: "I'll give it to you to eat, hurry up and find a place to rest."

After the hidden guard took the fruit, Fuyou stood up, took off his shoes, rolled up his trousers, led the horse, and waded across the stream in front of him.

Like a cloud of smoke in the woods, drifting away.

In front of Qin Gou, the dark guard didn't dare to hide anything, so he could only repeat Fuyou's words exactly.

Qin Gou held the stone and stood up before he finished listening.

"What did you tell him?"

The dark guard immediately leaned over: "The young one relayed His Majesty's words to Young Master Fu, saying that His Majesty likes him."

"It's love, I love him." Qin Gou strode down the steps, "I'll go and tell him personally..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something.

He seemed to have told Fuyou already.

On the first day Fuyou left, he told Fuyou about it.

Not useful at all.

Fuyou was determined to go out to collect poems and refused to come back.

Fuyou refused to come back, so how could he get Fuyou to change his mind?

No way, absolutely not.

Qin Gou took another step forward: "I'll go and bring him back..."

It doesn't work either, after trying it last time, Fuyou will get angry and say he would rather commit suicide than come back.

Qin Gou walked back to his seat, sat down quietly, and continued to review the memorial.

The dark guard saluted and was about to leave.

When he went out, another hidden guard came in again.

"Your Majesty, there seems to be a change in the several aristocratic families and the Southwest King."

Qin Gou squeezed his knuckles, thoughtfully: "Yes, I see."

Fuyou will not come back with him, what if Fuyou is allowed to come back by himself?

As long as Fuyou comes back, he will definitely treat him well, and he will never bully him again.

The first month Fuyou left.

One night, Qin Gou's thousands of dead soldiers were divided into groups, and in the name of rewards from His Majesty, they knocked on the mansion of the Southwest King Qin Xu, the Fengyi Palace of Empress Yan Zhi, and the doors of several aristocratic families.

After opening the door, thousands of dead soldiers quickly controlled everyone. No matter how the other party complained, they remained silent, as if each had a division of labor, and began to search everywhere carefully.

Search from late at night to the dawn of dawn.

The watchman on the street and the palace man who told the time in the palace did not find anything unusual because the gates of the mansion and the palace were closed.

It wasn't until the next morning, after finding all kinds of letters, that people from the government came to take over these people and took them out of their respective mansions.

It turned out that such a big thing happened last night.

After doing this, thousands of dead men disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared before.

Only those who were arrested knew that they had really appeared, and they were the emperor's people.

The peach blossoms in the south bloomed and withered. Fuyou led the horse and wore a bamboo hat, and walked in the mist and mist of the mountains in the south.

Qin Gou's hidden guard never found him again, maybe Qin Gou gave up, or maybe the hidden guard listened to him.

Anyway, Fuyou was free for another ten days.

On a rainy day, Fuyou climbed over a hill and arrived at a small town.

When entering the city, Fuyou saw many people gathered around the city wall to read the notice. He wanted to take a look at it too, but unfortunately he didn't squeeze in. He was starving again, so he led the horse and shook the muduo directly in. up.

Stopping at an inn run by a husband and wife, the husband takes his horse away, and the proprietress invites him to sit inside.

Fuyou asked for a plate of rice cakes to pad his stomach first, and then he ordered a bowl of hot noodle soup.

The proprietress saw the Muduo hanging on his waist, and asked with a smile, "Is the little poetry collector here to collect poems?"

"Yes." Fuyou ate a big mouthful of rice cakes, "Does Madam have any poems?"

"I don't have any poems, but I have something to ask you."

"Please speak, madam."

"Are you from the imperial capital?"

Fuyou nodded: "Yes."

"That's great." The proprietress' eyes lit up, "Then you must know what's going on with His Majesty, the two brothers of the Yan family, and that beloved concubine, right?"

Fuyou paused: "...I don't know..."

The proprietress obviously didn't hear what he said, she pulled another bench and sat down in front of him: "Tell me, it's been ups and downs since years ago, I want to know who His Majesty really likes."

"I have no idea……"

"Let me talk to you first. That beloved concubine seems to have appeared by His Majesty's side a few years ago. But last year when he raised troops, His Majesty said in front of the three armies that Young Master Yan was his favorite person. It didn't take long, Your Majesty He tried his best to reject all opinions and made the eldest son of the Yan family the queen, saying that he had recognized the wrong person. But recently, the eldest son of the Yan family..."

She hesitated to speak, Fuyou just wanted to ask, but she made the final summary on her own.

"Your Majesty is a good emperor. He gave us the land and exempts us from taxes. This is the harem. It seems... well, it's very powerful. I have been arguing with a group of sisters for several days, but there is no dispute. Are you Come from the imperial capital, tell me, who does His Majesty really like?"

It was with great difficulty that Fuyou broke free from her words and grasped the key points he wanted to hear.

"May I trouble Madam to explain more carefully? What's the matter with the eldest son of the Yan family recently?"

The proprietress showed a disappointed expression: "You don't even know this?"

"I……"

She looked around and lowered her voice: "The eldest son of the Yan family has been imprisoned."

"What?" Fuyou stood up and almost knocked over the rice cake.

He tried his best to stabilize his mind, and asked again: "Young master of the Yan family, Yan Zhi, have you been imprisoned?"

"That's right, there are notices posted at the gates of the city, declaring it to the world. It is said that they contacted the Southwest King with the intention of rebelling, but His Majesty sent people to search. The evidence was convincing, and then he was imprisoned..."

Before she finished speaking, Fuyou ran out.

"Hey, little poetry collector, your bookcase! Your hot noodle soup!"

Fuyou ran all the way to the gate of the city.

It turned out that when he came, everyone crowded at the gate of the city to see this.

Fuyou pushed away the crowd, squeezed to the front of the notice, and glanced over what was written on it.

Yan Zhi...rebellion...choosing a day...

Ask to cut!

Fuyou took a step back, almost stepping on someone else's foot, causing a commotion from the others.

But he seemed to be unable to hear anything, and walked out of the crowd in a trance.

He didn't even know which inn he went to just now, and he didn't know which way to go back. In the end, the inn couple carried his things and came out to find him.

The proprietress complained: "You child, why did you run away before I finished my sentence?"

"I..." Fuyou shook his head, suddenly didn't know what to say, "I..."

Fuyou only felt that he had caused Yan Zhi misfortune.

He was the one who harmed Yan Zhi from the very beginning.

If it weren't for him, Yan Zhi wouldn't have been established as a queen, and the backbone of the son of the family would not have been broken.

Later, it was also because of him that Yan Zhi had a conflict with Qin Gou. When he came out to collect poems, it was obvious that Qin Gou hated Yan Zhi to the extreme.

He was worried, but he didn't want to give up the chance to leave the palace, so when Yan Zhi said it was okay and he could handle it, he came out so selfishly.

Fuyou wished he could punch himself twice.

Now this matter is either Yan Zhi's innocent disaster, and Qin Gou deliberately arranged charges for him in order to avenge his personal revenge; or Yan Zhi really rebelled, but he was also forced to do nothing.

In short, all of this is because of his help.

He was just a little squirrel, held in Qin Gou's palm, never escaped, and it was impossible to escape.

This month's freedom is like Qin Gou tying a silk thread around his feet in his spare time to let him relax.

Now that Qin Gou had come to his senses, he wanted to pull the silk thread to bring him back, but he refused, so Qin Gou naturally took his time.

He has a thousand ways and ten thousand ways to make the little squirrel go back voluntarily.

He has always trapped Fuyou like this.

Fu You took his bookcase from them, and his smile was uglier than crying: "Thank you, can I trouble you again and bring my horse?"

"It's so late, are you still on your way?"

"Well, I have to..." Fuyou lowered his head and said that word with difficulty, "Go back to the palace."

The couple in the inn could only help him lead the horse, and stuffed him with some dry food, telling him to be careful on the road.

Fuyou got on his horse and returned the same way.

The twilight was sinking, and the woods were overcast. Fu You galloped through the woods on his horse, and the lush branches and leaves of early spring hit his face and body.

He originally loved these branches and leaves the most, he thought it was the freedom to grow freely.

Only now did he know, no, this is just a cage surrounded by vines.

After an unknown amount of time, the horse was dying, and Fuyou, who hadn't eaten much, fell off the horse and fell into the grass.

The moon covered by branches and leaves is in front of me, but it is far away.

Fuyou wept silently, grabbed a vine, and whipped it hard on the tree.

The leaves rustled down, and the fallen leaves covered the body.

He hated Qin Gou, he hated Qin Gou to death.

If he had died three years ago on the road of picking poems, it would be fine if he was eaten by a wild beast, or fell off a cliff, no matter what, if he had died three years ago, that would be fine.

That's good.

In the imperial capital, Qin Gou was preparing for Fuyou's return.

Once something happens to Yan Zhi, Fuyou will definitely come back.

Qin Gou made serious preparations every day, asked Cui Zhi to replace the red silk hanging in the Yangju Hall with new ones, spread spring quilts on Fuyou, and prepared spring delicious food for him.

But Cui Zhi looked at him, always hesitating to speak: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty really thinks that after Mr. Fu comes back for Mr. Yan, if he sees these things, he will..."

At that time, Qin Gou was holding a piece of bright-colored cloth, and was describing Fuyou's body size to the tailor of the weaving workshop.

Qin Gou circled his fingers: "His wrist is about this thin." He circled his hands again: "The waist is about this thin."

The tailor took notes seriously, bowed and left.

Qin Gou looked back at Cui Zhi: "What did you just say?"

"The old slave said, does Your Majesty really think that after Mr. Fu comes back for Mr. Yan, he will be happy for these things?"

Qin Gou thought for a while: "He won't be too happy at first, because I'm going to kill that little boy."

Cui Zhi nodded: "Yes, so..."

"But that little boy is indeed treasonous. The letters between him and the King of Southwest, several families, as well as weapons, the evidence is convincing, and the crime should be executed. I have already lenient the net. I just put him in prison, but did not execute him on the spot. .”

Qin Gou was plausible: "When Fuyou comes back, I'll change his sentence to exile, isn't that enough?"

"This……"

"I just want Fuyou to come back, Fuyou is back, I don't need Fuyou to beg me, I will let him go." Qin Gou put the cloth on the table, picked up the jade belt on the table, and drew on his waist one time.

Fuyou was too thin, and his waist was too thin.

But it doesn't matter, it will be made up later.

"In the future, I will treat him well. I admit that I like him. I will let him be my queen, forever and ever."

He put the belt back on and walked out confidently.

Cui Zhi sighed.

That sentence seemed like a happy love story to Qin Gou, but it wasn't necessarily so to Fuyou.

March [-]th was a big day for the imperial capital and even the entire Great Xia.

A child of a family who had been a queen for a few months, Yan Zhi, a rebel who intended to rebel, was going to be executed in front of the palace gate.

This is a legendary figure, even if he is asked to be executed, it is not in the execution ground outside the city, but in front of the palace gate.

The emperor did not hesitate to stain the door of his house with blood, and wanted to put him under his nose and kill him.

It can be seen that it is special.

Early in the morning, Yan Zhi was lifted out of the prison, and knelt down on the temporary execution ground in front of the palace gate.

Qin Gou didn't sleep all night, so he got up early and went to the palace wall and tower.

Cui Zhi tentatively asked: "Your Majesty, if Mr. Fu hasn't come back yet, wouldn't it be..."

He also wanted to try to keep Yan Zhi and tell Qin Gou not to act like this.

But Qin Gou said: "No, he will definitely come back today, I'll take care of it."

After that, when Cui Zhi asked any more questions, he stopped talking and just stared at the bottom of the tower.

It was here last time, he lost Fuyou, he must be here to find Fuyou back.

As the sun rose, the people also got up, and when they saw the movement at the palace gate, they all gathered to watch.

Whispering underneath.

"Why did you just kill the young master of the Yan family? Didn't the King of Southwest also conspire against him?"

"The King of Southwest is His Majesty's brother after all, so His Majesty is not willing to part with it?"

"Why would His Majesty be reluctant? The Queen Mother and the Queen Mother's mother's family, didn't Your Majesty just fight at will? Then the son of the Yan family, isn't he still the queen?"

Until noon.

Yan Zhi on the execution ground knelt upright, and Qin Gou on the tower stood upright.

Yan Zhi had his hands behind his back and his back was upright. A yellow butterfly landed in front of him, and he blew it gently.

Qin Gou put his hands on the battlements and stared down intently, for fear that he would miss Fuyou.

The sun rises to the center and gradually moves westward.

The executioner hadn't moved yet, and the people all speculated that His Majesty had softened his heart and didn't want to kill the queen anymore.

Qin Gou still maintained that posture, staring down the tower.

With him like this, the people below did not dare to speak anymore, and there was a dead silence.

Suddenly, a rush of horseshoes came from the long street, breaking the silence.

"Don't kill!"

With the rustling of the horse's hooves, Fuyou rode on the horse and appeared on the other side of the long street.

He came back in a hurry, travel-stained, with hair on his face, and his whole body was dusty.

Fu You reined in his horse and stopped in a crowded place, dismounted as if he had fallen off his horse, and ran towards the palace gate.

"Don't kill... don't..."

When Qin Gou on the tower saw him, his eyes lit up.

He also immediately turned around and strode down the tower.

Qin Gou stopped in front of the palace gate.

The guards dutifully keep the crowd back.

Fuyou dismounted, ran forward stumblingly, pushed away the crowd, broke through the guards, and rushed directly into the execution ground.

Yan Zhi knelt on the ground, his hands were cut behind his back and tied with thick hemp rope.He was wearing a single suit, his hair was loose, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he was dying.

Qin Gou stood by the palace gate.

He saw Fuyou hugging Yan Zhi, and Fuyou hurriedly helped Yan Zhi untie the rope.

He also saw Fuyou crying.

Qin Gou's heart was suddenly blocked.

It doesn't matter, Fuyou is back, just come back.

If Fuyou cries, he can help Fuyou wipe away the tears.

On the other side, Fuyou cried and helped Yan Zhi untie the rope in his hand, the hemp rope was tied too tightly, it was already clamped into the flesh.

Fuyou cried out, "Brother..."

Yan Zhi raised his head: "Why are you here?" He glanced back and urged in a low voice: "Don't hurry up? Go away..."

Fuyou shook his head: "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving..."

He followed Yan Zhi's gaze and looked up.

Only then did he see Qin Gou.

Fuyou paused for a moment, then quickly let go of Yan Zhi, knelt down in front of Qin Gou, kowtowed to him, and broke down in tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I won't leave, I'll never leave again. I'm sorry, it's all me fault..."

Qin Gou's heart was so congested that he couldn't even breathe when Fuyou cried and confessed to him.

He took a step towards Fuyou, wanting to hug him, telling him not to do this, he just hoped that he could come back.

But why is he crying all the time?

Fuyou looked terrified, Yan Zhi, who was kneeling on the ground, moved in front of Fuyou, blocked him, and tried his best to comfort him.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, Fuyou, don't do this, it's not your fault..."

"It's my fault, it's all my fault." Fuyou hugged him and cried, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He hugged Yan Zhi tightly.Qin Gou stepped forward slowly and knelt down in front of him. When he saw him, he couldn't help but smile.

Qin Gou called out as gently as possible: "Fuyou."

There was some expectation in the tone, but Fuyou didn't seem to hear, so Qin Gou broke off his hand that was tightly clasped on Yan Zhi's shoulder: "Fuyou, Fuyou, be good, don't be afraid."

He broke Fuyou's hand away and asked him to let go of Yan Zhi, and instead hugged Fuyou himself.

"Be good, be good, I won't bully you anymore."

Qin Gou's arms were tightly wrapped around him, forming an iron wall around him.

Fuyou seemed to lose his strength, and fell into his arms, breathing heavily like a dying fish.Qin Gou stroked his hair and kissed the top of his hair, feeling unprecedented satisfaction.

In front of the palace wall and tower, Qin Gou picked up Fuyou Daheng and took him back.

Before leaving, Qin Gou did not forget to tell his attendants: "Yan Zhi will be detained first, and will be retried at another day."

Fuyou's hand tightly clutching the front of his shirt relaxed a little.

His face was pale, and he collapsed in Qin Gou's arms.Qin Gou could only hug him tighter.

Back at Yangju Hall, Qin Gou didn't let others follow in, and carried Fuyou into the inner room by himself, put him on the couch, gave him hot tea, helped him change his dirty clothes, and wrapped him up. Warm little quilt.

Treat him like an earthly treasure.

But Fuyou is like a dead object, motionless, not even turning his eyeballs, let him play with it.

Qin Gou was ecstatic about his return, and happily did these things without realizing that something was wrong.

He touched Fuyou's face, smiled, and said seriously: "Fuyou, don't worry, Yan Zhi will not die, I will change his sentence to exile, he will not die."

Well, now in Qin Gou's view, this misunderstanding has been resolved.

So he asked again: "Do you have any