Substitute thought

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The widowed emperor Qin Gou is keeping a filial piety for Fuyou.

Wear plain clothes, loose hair, eat brown rice, drink cold water.

He thought of Fuyou every day.

In just three years of dating, Qin Gou can think of new things about Fuyou every day.

Thinking of Fuyou's favorite food, favorite clothes, and that poem he often reads.

But Fuyou never came to look for him.

Maybe he has done too many bad things to Fuyou, and Fuyou still hasn't calmed down, Qin Gou thinks so.

But Fuyou can come to him to vent his anger, Fuyou can beat him, scold him, or treat him like a puppy and humiliate him casually.

Why did Fuyou refuse to come to him?

Soon, Qin Gou rounded up the question himself.

Fuyou didn't come to see him because Fuyou didn't die at all, he just went out to collect poems, and he would come back in winter.

But before Fuyou left, he forgot to tell him which winter it was.

Fuyou got lost outside.

His ego logic has always been impeccable.

Because of this idea, Qin Gou asked people to move the green hut that was originally built in front of the Yangju Hall to the highest altar in the palace.

He has since made his home on the altar.

Hundreds of palace lanterns were lined up on hundreds of stone steps. Every day when it was dark, Qin Gou walked up the steps twice with a candle on time and lit the candles.

The altar was brightly lit, illuminating Fuyou's way back.

Qin Gou was looking forward to Fuyou's coming to see him every day.

An hour, half an hour, a quarter of an hour... as long as half a quarter of an hour is fine, even a second is fine.

It's a pity that he is disappointed every day.

He keeps repeating the process.

In the first year after Fuyou left, Qin Gou went to Yanming Mountain in the south to take a look. Tens of thousands of people built it, but not many mausoleums were built.

Qin Gou summoned the construction craftsmen, and lived alone in the tomb for a few days, before leaving for Beijing on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Passing by the fiefdom of the Yan family, he went in for a look on a whim.

At this time, the old head of the Yan family had been ill for half a year, and he left all the family affairs to Yan Zhi to take care of.

Yan Zhi came out to greet him, also wearing plain clothes, as if he was also keeping a filial piety for someone.

Qin Gou couldn't get used to it, so he immediately asked him to go back and change.

He is the only one who has the right to be a filial piety to Fuyou. He was married to Fuyou and has status. What kind of person is Yan Zhi?

No name or score.

He stayed in the Yan family's fief for a few days and wandered around. The Yan family brothers and Huaiyu accompanied him.

When he rode his horse through a valley, Qin Gou glanced into the deep valley with a faint smile on his face.

He said coldly: "I will go to him sooner or later, but don't be in such a hurry, you don't have the skills yet, and I'm not a fool."

When Yan Zhi heard this, cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking through his clothes.

In that valley is the King of Southwest, his private soldiers training, and a workshop for casting weapons.

He was about to get off his horse to plead guilty, but Qin Gou didn't even look at him. He called out "drive" in a low voice, and walked forward.

He didn't seem to want to pursue this matter.

Did Yan know what he was thinking? Could it be that the emperor wanted him to rebel?

How can this be?What reason does he have to let others rebel against him?

Yan Zhi didn't have time to think about it, the emperor said he was going back that evening.

Sheng Jia left overnight, and Yan Zhi knelt down in front of the city gate to see him off.

As soon as the emperor left and Yan Zhi stood up on his back, his henchmen came running to report.

"It's not good, it's not good, eldest son, there is smoke in the valley, it seems to be on fire!"

Yan Zhi couldn't help thinking that the emperor arranged for someone to do it, so he hurriedly led them to the valley.

Looking from the outside of the valley, there was indeed thick smoke rising into the sky, but because the emperor was still there just now, they didn't dare to go in and investigate.

Yan Zhi sent people to divert water to put out the fire, while he led people around to find the place where the fire started.

Finally, a pile of burning wolf dung in the clearing appeared in front of him.

They were all teased.

But Yan Zhi still couldn't figure out why the emperor didn't cut the grass and root out the wolf dung, which was the conclusive evidence of his rebellion, but left him with this thing instead.

The matter became clear very quickly, that night, when Yan Zhi returned home, Huai Yu hurriedly greeted him.

"My stuff is gone, what Fuyou left me."

Yan Zhi's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly walked back to his room, opened the door, dragged out a wooden box from under the bed, and opened it.

— also gone.

The distant carriage was galloping through the starry night, and Qin Gou was sitting in the carriage with some things to support him.

He picked up a roll of bamboo slips and read them carefully.

Then I found myself a little confused.

He simply fell back, leaned against the wall of the carriage, picked up a hair tie, and covered his eyes.

Fuyou, he really likes Fuyou.

Then, in the second and third years after Fuyou left, Qin Gou relied on these things to survive.

Fuyou's bamboo slips were torn apart by him, and he even touched the hair tie.

He became more and more careful, but he spent more and more time touching them.

In the fourth year after Fuyou's departure, the aristocratic families who had a little respite seemed to have forgotten Qin Gou's former mad dog temper, and their minds began to come alive.

This year's New Year's Eve palace banquet, several aristocratic families quietly arranged a group of dancers to perform dances in front of the imperial court.

At that time, Qin Gou was leaning on the seat with Fuyou's bamboo slips beside him. He heard the movement, raised his head and glanced, then took the bamboo slips with both hands, stood up, turned and went to the apse.

The apse was brightly lit and separated by a screen, on which Qin Gou's tall figure was reflected.

He bent down and lowered his head, and put the bamboo slips on the table.

Everyone in the aristocratic family felt that something was wrong, and just about to wave their hands to let the dancers go down, unexpectedly, Qin Gou turned out from behind the screen again.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and retracted the hand that pushed the dancing girl.

Qin Gou came out of the apse, but did not sit down again, but went straight down the jade steps to the palace.

He directly stepped over the table in front of a duke, walked to the palace lantern behind him, and snuffed out the candle flame with his fingers.

The candlelight reflected in his eyes was also suddenly extinguished.

Before everyone could react, he suddenly raised the palace lantern and slammed it on the ground.

There was a loud noise, and Qin Gou roared angrily, "I'm fucking enough to give you face!"

The courtiers were still about to kneel down to plead guilty, but Qin Gou kicked over a table. In the end, they didn't even bother to beg for mercy, turned around and ran away.

Okay, another farce.

After this incident, there was no banquet in the palace.

Usually, Qin Gou put a screen in front of him when he went to court. He didn't look at anyone, and no one knew who he was looking at, let alone who would be the next person to be hanged by Qin Gou.

As soon as New Year's Eve is over, spring will soon pass, and summer will soon come again.

One night, someone suddenly came from the palace and knocked on the doors of all the noble families in the imperial capital.

His Majesty summoned and entered the palace urgently.

So everyone quickly dressed up, and because of fear, most of them entered the palace together.

Cui Zhi led them to the altar, and everyone looked up. There was no light on the altar, only the bright moonlight. Qin Gou sat on the edge of the altar with his feet crossed like a lunatic, with several large baskets beside him. what.

Then Cui Zhi said: "My lords, Your Majesty has an order, please kneel down."

Because of Qin Gou's intimidation, they could only kneel down tremblingly.

Cui Zhi said again: "Your Majesty has an order, you all cry, cry out loud."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then, a voice came from somewhere in the crowd.

"Today is the death day of the Empress."

So they understood in an instant, and they dared not disobey the holy will anymore, beat their chests and feet, and wailed loudly.

Qin Gou sat on the altar, looked at them, and smiled as if crying, curling the corners of his lips.

He reached into the bamboo basket beside him, grabbed a handful of something, raised his hand, and threw it into the air.

Catkin-like things floated all over the sky, and everyone looked up, but couldn't see what it was until it fell on their bodies, picked it up and looked carefully, and then they recognized it.

It is jade chips.

They were so shocked that they forgot to cry for a while, but Qin Gou burst into tears.

Throwing jade crumbs into the air, he shouted with great sorrow: "Fuyou, it's winter now, it's winter now, it's snowing, look, it's snowing!"

Qin Gou sent several large baskets of jade scraps into the wind.

But got nothing.

The night was dead, and there was nothing. Qin Gou was at a loss like a child, so he could only sit where he was and cry.

Another farce.

After these farces, Qin Gou's reputation in the government and the public was extremely bad.

In the eyes of the aristocratic family, he is simply a tyrant who has not been seen for hundreds of years.

It was also in the fall of this year that Yan Zhi, in the name of the Southwest King, united with several families to attack the brutal Qin Gou.

He only took advantage of the fact that the King of Southwest belonged to the Qin family, and it was Yan Zhi who was actually in power and led the army.

He was originally a Confucian general.

During this year, the rebels advanced all the way, and wherever they passed, the gates of the cities were opened to welcome them.

Courtiers from aristocratic families defected every day, and cities were captured every day, but Qin Gou was not in a hurry at all, and went to court through the screen as usual, and later even went to court meetings from time to time.

All the way to the foot of Yanming Mountain.

At this time, the mausoleum on Yanming Mountain hadn't been built yet, so Qin Gou finally became anxious.

He intentionally made Yan Zhi rebel, but he didn't let Yan Zhi spoil Fuyou's purity.

Besides, if Yan Zhi wanted to defeat him in front of Fuyou, he would lose face with Fuyou.

No, we have to slow down Yan Zhi's rebellion.

With this in mind, Qin Gou put on his clothes and marched in person.

When he went out to fight, he even brought his nest with him - the green cottage where he married Fuyou.

The rebel army finally encountered the iron wall and stopped in front of Yanming Mountain.

Qin Gou was fighting on the front line, but the mausoleum was still being built in the back, and the work never stopped for a moment.

After fighting the war, Qin Gou finished his fifth and sixth years without help.

In the seventh year, the mausoleum on Yanming Mountain was finally completed.

Qin Gou led the army back to the imperial capital, dug Fuyou's coffin out of the temporary mausoleum, and transported it to the south.

He insisted on going his own way and used the army to hold a national funeral for Fuyou again.

During the national mourning period, Yan Zhi led the rebel army, but they also silenced their flags and drums, and did not send troops.

The national funeral lasted for three months. Qin Gou held his weapon and guarded outside Yanming Mountain for three months.

After that, when the two sides fought, Qin Gou fought and retreated, even if he seized the opening, he would never fight back.

He transferred Yanming Mountain to Yan Zhi step by step, and when Yan Zhi ordered to walk around the mountain without disturbing him, he turned his horse's head and led the army to leave.

Another three months later, the rebels were still in full swing, triumphant all the way.

In the spring of the eighth year, the army finally came to the imperial capital.

Qin Gou was still in court that day.

Qin Gou sat behind a thick screen, with the bamboo slips of Fu You beside him.

There were not many courtiers left, he watched coldly and didn't speak, as if he was waiting for something.

I don't know how long it took before someone came to the hall.

Qin Gou's hidden guards came forward with two unarmored men.

One is the King of Southwest, and the other is Yan Zhi.

Southwest King Qin Xukong had ambitions, but he really didn't have the guts. When Qin Gou sent someone to find him, he even thought about pretending to be ill.

Yan Zhi came over frankly, the army was just outside the city, and he had already arranged everything.

It was already this time, no matter how much Qin Gou used his troops like a god, he couldn't stop the general situation from going, and he was powerless.

Yan Zhi was dressed in plain clothes and walked slowly up the hall.

It has been eight years, and he wants to get back all the humiliation he has suffered and the grievances Fuyou has suffered from Qin Gou.

Qin Gou sat behind the screen, waved his hand, and two attendants came up and carried the screen away from him.

He sat leaning back, glanced sideways at Yan Zhi, then stood up, picked up Fuyou's bamboo slips, and handed them to Cui Zhi.

Cui Zhi took it with both hands, and Qin Gou stood up, walked to the steps, and put his hands on his hips.

He was wearing an emperor's uniform, which was worn out, the one he wore when he married Fuyou.

Qin Gou looked at the two people in the hall and suddenly laughed.

The King of the Southwest was afraid of him, trembling with fright, he took half a step back, wishing he could turn his head and run away; Yan Zhi stood firm and remained motionless.

Qin Gou looked at King Xixi first, and asked, "You want to be emperor?"

The Southwest King hesitated for a moment, and tried to nod his head. Qin Gou suddenly raised his voice, walked down the steps, and asked furiously, "Just because you want to be emperor too?!"

It was like a fierce tiger yelling at him face to face.

The Southwest King paused, almost fell to the ground by his yelling, and shook his head again and again: "No, no... I don't want to, I don't want to..." He pointed at Yan Zhi: "It's he who wants to, it's he who wants to do it." emperor."

So Qin Gou turned to Yan Zhi again and asked, "You want to be emperor?"

Yan Zhi was unarmed, but looked back without fear: "It's me."

Qin Gou suddenly laughed again, turned his body to make way for him: "Go up and sit down."

Yan Zhi was puzzled, so Qin Gou said: "You are going to be the emperor, and you don't even have the courage? Then you go up and stand."

Yan Zhi looked at him for a while, then took a step, walked past him, and stood on the third level of jade steps.

The next moment, Qin Gou suddenly pulled out a knife from the dark guard's hand, and with a snap, sent the tip of the knife into the Southwest King's heart.

The Southwest King looked at him in disbelief, Qin Gou smiled at him: "You don't want to be the emperor, so don't fight with him in the future, just kill you, it's safe."

After saying this, Qin Gou held the handle of the knife and drew it out.

He took two or three steps back to prevent the blood from splashing on his body.

He threw away the knife, pointed to Yan Zhi who was standing on the jade steps, and said to the courtiers: "Okay, call him Your Majesty."

After Qin Gou said this, he turned around and left, also climbing up the jade steps.

Yan Zhi was not sure what he meant, so he looked at him warily.

Qin Gou didn't even look at him, and walked right past him.

The two hidden guards moved the screen back, and Cui Zhi presented another long knife.

Qin Gou stood with his back to the screen, took the long knife, and glanced at Cui Zhi: "Don't forget."

Cui Zhi nodded: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, this old slave will remember."

After hearing his words, Qin Gou felt relieved and drew out his long knife.

He put the blade across his neck, raised his head, and loosened his muscles and bones.

Qin Gou thought, Fuyou would probably be able to forgive him now.

Fuyou, the little poetry picker, loves benevolent rulers and dislikes tyrants.

But how could he, Qin Gou, know such a benevolent gentleman?He reckoned that maybe Yan Zhi was not bad.

Fuyou liked him very much in the past, if Yan Zhi became the emperor, Fuyou would be happier.

Qin Gou didn't want to be emperor after he left.

Blood was splashed on the screen, and everyone could see clearly that this screen was not plain, it had paintings, and the paintings were winter snow scenes.

There is only snow, so it looks like a vast expanse of whiteness.

In the eighth year after Fuyou left, Qin Gou committed suicide and was given the posthumous title of Li.

When Yan Zhi ascended the throne, there were many families.

On the second day after the rebel army entered the city, Cui Zhi, the most proud chief eunuch in the imperial palace, quietly left the imperial capital in a blue jacket and headed south to Yanming Mountain in an unremarkable carriage.

Cui Zhidi was old and frail. After driving the carriage for a while, he had to stop for a while.

He was worried, and lifted the curtain of the carriage to take a look.

Qin Gou's corpse was sitting upright, leaning against the wall of the carriage, with a white cloth tightly wrapped around his neck to straighten his head.

Seeing that he was fine and that he had had enough rest, Cui Zhi lowered the curtain and continued driving the carriage.

As he was driving the carriage, he muttered: "Your Majesty, why are you bothering? Mr. Fu has been gone for so many years. When he was here, you didn't even give him a good face. Now he's gone. , you think of him more and more."

"You want to be buried with him, and you don't want to go down to Yanming Mountain to kill yourself. It would be faster. The old slave just needs to drag your corpse in."

"It's good for you. You are afraid that Mr. Fu doesn't want to see you and will blame you. If you insist on dying here, let me send you there. Then I'm also afraid that Mr. Fu will blame me, so you insist on me being the villain."

"Fortunately, it's winter now. If it's summer, you'll smell bad. Who will take you there? I shouldn't have promised you this, and I've given myself a hard job."

Cui Zhi complained while beating his leg.

Driving slowly like this, when approaching Yanming Mountain, Cui Zhi was still chattering.

"Alright, alright, don't worry, Your Majesty, we'll be there soon..."

He suddenly lost his voice.

The reins slipped to the ground, Cui Zhi clutched his chest, leaning against the carriage, his face pale.

He didn't even have the energy to struggle, so he just lowered his hands.

Just outside Yanming Mountain, the last heavy snow of this winter fell.

At night, heavy snow fell, directly covering the carriage.

Fortunately, the Lord of Heaven took pity on and helped you, so that Qin Gou failed to fulfill his wish until his death.

It is snowing in the small world, but the control center is like spring all the year round.

"Have you heard? The King of Hades who ranks first in total points in the first district has failed the small world mission."

In the mission restaurant where people come and go, just a few words in a low voice made everyone quiet.

Everyone paused, then immediately put down the things in their hands, and gathered around the person who brought the news.

"What happened?"

"Tell me in detail."

"I also just got the news." The man lowered his voice even more, "That Small World mission failed, and he just came back by himself. Isn't he used to signing the highest compensation agreement with the control center? It's all right now, the mission failed , I will lose all the points, I am afraid I will have to move."

Someone gloated: "I'm afraid they will be moved to our eleventh district."

Some people also looked suspicious: "Where is the task? Will he not be able to do it?"

"It's a very ordinary task for a generation of overlords in the ancient world."

"So why can't that one pass?"

"The details are not clear. I only know that I ended the task process on my own initiative and then came back."

Everyone gasped: "Crazy, really crazy."

In the silence, a man in a small cloak sitting in a corner slowly scooped up the last spoonful of tomato juice mixed with rice and ate it clean.

He asked softly, "Can I ask, who are you talking about?"

"It's the king of hell, the one who ranks first in the first district, do you know?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know him."

"Are you new here?"

"Ah."

"If you want to talk about that person's origin, that is very bizarre."

"In short, there was a quester who went to a doomsday orc small world to set out a quest. Now the number one, was originally a werewolf in the small world. I don't know when he discovered the small world and the control center. He killed the tasker with his backhand, took his place by himself, and entered the control center."

"Then, he traveled around in various small worlds, killing for two full years before the control center found out that something was wrong. Later, he made mistakes and let him take the top. In the end, his ranking rose all the way to the current number one."

"The small world and the control center already have a connection channel, but usually we go to the small world, and people who don't have a small world come up. The channel going down is obvious, and the channel going up is not easy to find."

"For so many years, he is the only one who came from the small world. But also, if it is so easy to come up, then our place is not crowded with people from the small world? There are tens of millions of small worlds under the control center. "

The little cloak nodded: "Well, what then?"

"Then he finally failed the mission this time."

The man nodded half-understanding: "Hmm..."

"Not only that, but that person's temperament is also very strange, as expected of coming from the doomsday world."

"That person probably has a hoarding habit and is very stingy. He is afraid that the end will come again one day, so he does tasks in the small world every day throughout the year to hoard points. He doesn't spend the points when he gets them. He doesn't eat or drink. Waiting for the next one to go to the small world, and then all the food and drink will be settled in the small world."

"That guy also has a bad temper. He was too violent in his missions a few times, and he was jointly reported by other missions in the first area, and the control center gave him a yellow card. But that guy didn't change at all. He turned around and went to the duel field to make an appointment. People were beaten to the brim, and they never dared to report it.”

Everyone talked about the legendary anecdote of "that person".

The man in the little cloak took out his handkerchief, wiped his mouth, bade them good-bye, picked up his tray, and got up to leave.

The people behind are still discussing, or regretting, or ridiculing.

"That is a real violent person. People in District [-] have to take a detour when they see him."

"So why did he go to the ancient small world this time? Has he been there before?"

"Isn't that the high-level world with the doomsday background? Haven't you been to other low-level worlds? There are too few points for a mission, and people don't care about those points. They wanted to go to the ancient world to try, but failed."

"If you think about it with your feet, you know that there is still a wall in the desert of ancient civilization and doomsday culture. It's probably because punching doesn't work, and he failed."

"Ha, you're on to something."

"Fart, does that guy know about ancient civilizations? He doesn't seem to have even graduated from elementary school."

"Isn't it? He didn't graduate from primary school? Is it true?"

"Really, where did the doomsday world come from? He was an insignificant little character at the time."

As soon as the words were finished, a tall figure appeared at the door, and everyone immediately fell silent. Qin Gou walked in and sat down in a corner.

Qin Gou folded his hands and closed his eyes to rest.

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