Substitute thought

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As soon as Qin Gou came back from the small world, he resubmitted the application to the control center, applying to return to the small world, and he wanted to start over.

Start again with Fuyou.

However, the application was quickly rejected. The control center stated that they had already reset the mission content and restarted the timeline of the small world, and had sent a new missioner to do the new mission, and there was no need for him to go there again. trip.

However, the control center routinely asked him if he needed psychological counseling.

Qin Gou refused.

His mind is full of the reply from the control center——

New taskers are ready.

New taskers, will new taskers suffer from insomnia at night like him?Will Fuyou find that singing can make him sleep peacefully?

Will he also resort to tricks to keep Fuyou and let Fuyou sing to him?

Will he also... like Fuyou?

Just thinking about it a little bit, Qin Gou felt that someone was holding his heart tightly, and he couldn't breathe.

He can't accept it, never accept it.

Just thinking about it would kill him.

Qin Gou got up abruptly and strode out.

It took Qin Gou a little effort to push open the door of the small world supervision room.

He was wearing a simple black vest, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his two fists were bloody.

Probably broke in by force.

Qin Gou wiped his face and looked at the screen in the supervision room. The small world where Fuyou lived had been running again for a while.

At this time, something hit the door, and an electronic sound came from outside the door without ups and downs: "Those who do not have a code name task, please leave the monitoring room immediately, otherwise the control center will take compulsory measures. Repeat it again..."

When it repeated for the third time, Qin Gou still couldn't find a way to suspend the world and let himself join in.

Seeing that the door was about to be knocked open, Qin Gou raised his fist without hesitation and smashed it on the screen.

There were a few clicks, and cracks opened on the screen like spider webs.

Qin hook went in like this, violently.

Once the small world is opened, it cannot be stopped. It is difficult for the control center to intervene with external forces. The final decision rests with the only tasker or non-tasker with self-awareness.

It meant that unless Qin Gou died, no, even if he died, he would never come out again.

Thinking of this, Qin Gou opened his eyes suddenly.He lay flat on the bed, and the pattern of the curtain in front of him was very familiar.

Qin Gou turned over and sat up, got out of bed, threw himself in front of the bronze mirror, and supported the table with both hands.

What was reflected in the mirror was not Qin Gou's face.

It was Qin Xu, King of the Southwest.

Qin Gou's expression darkened, and he soon understood.

His identity was probably taken by the new tasker, leaving him only the Southwest King Qin Xu who was closest to the identity of "Emperor Qin Gou".

Qin Xu is naturally not as good as his original body.He looks similar to "Qin Gou", but his personality is weak, timid and ambitious, and he is always timid, with drooping eyebrows and shrinking neck, which has almost become a habit.

It happened to be the coward he despised the most.

Qin Gou slammed his fist on the bronze mirror, deforming it.

Forget it, just come back.

I don't know what time it is now, but judging by the decorations in the room, it should still be in the palace, and it's winter.

In winter, it's time for Fuyou to enter the palace to present poems.

I don't know if Fuyou has come, or if he has been retained by the new emperor.

Qin Gou made up his mind, grabbed his clothes, put them on, and walked out, ready to go out and have a look.

But before he went out, the eunuchs who heard the movement outside rushed in first, trying to hold him down.

"The King of Southwest has fallen ill again? Sit down and rest for a while."

"Hurry up, go get the imperial physician and report back to the Queen Mother."

During the late Emperor's reign, the Liu family was very powerful, uniting several families, forcing the late Emperor to favor Empress Liu instead of concubines.

After the death of the first emperor, Empress Liu became the empress dowager Liu, but she had no biological heirs, only two children born by the first emperor secretly with the cold palace girls.

One is Qin Gou and the other is Qin Xu.

Empress Dowager Liu thought carefully, and finally chose Qin Gou, helped him ascend the throne, and listened to the government behind the curtain.

As for Qin Xu, she did not let him go. In order to prevent him from having a different heart, Empress Dowager Liu directly detained him in the palace in the name of madness and kept him under constant supervision.

Qin Gou didn't care so much at this moment, he pushed the eunuchs away and rushed out.

The eunuchs didn't expect that the timid King Xixi would have such strength. He pushed him down and fell to the ground, screaming and watching people run out.

There were guards outside the palace. Qin Gou snatched a guard's waistband with his backhand and rushed out of the encirclement.

He carried the knife and stood in front of the palace gate to identify the direction.

With disheveled hair and dressed in white, he looked like a ghost crawling back from hell.

The first winter of the new emperor's accession to the throne.

15-year-old Fuyou was not tall, wrapped in a short old jacket, and his face was pale from the cold.

The winter in the imperial capital is really too cold. He walked all the way, and the further north he went, the colder it became. If he hadn't been thin-skinned, he would have wanted to wrap the quilt around his body and just walk on the road like this.

He carried a bookcase on his back and brought a lot of bamboo slips to the imperial capital.

The city walls are towering, the towers are majestic and magnificent.

Fuyou held the bookcase tightly with both hands, heaved a sigh of relief, and then walked to the city gate to line up and be questioned by the guards.

It is said that because the new emperor has just ascended the throne, there are still many disobedient people, and they are afraid that they will send assassins to the imperial capital to cause sabotage, so the queen mother specially ordered to strengthen patrols.

There are quite a few poetry collectors dressed like him in the team, but they are all old men.

This is the rule of the court.

Decades ago, in order to show their kindness and guarantee the lives of the widowed and widowed elderly, the Great Xia court sent them rice and cloth. The only requirement was to let them present poems every winter.

What was originally a good thing has been passed down to the present, and it has changed into a lottery by the government, and the family that is drawn will have a poetry picker.Many elderly people don't want to let the juniors in their families suffer, so they come out to collect poems.

The interrogation was done carefully, and the team moved slowly, so Fuyou waited slowly.

Suddenly someone patted Fuyou on the shoulder, and when Fuyou turned around, he saw an old man who was also carrying a bookcase.

The old man smiled and asked him loudly: "Young Master, are you also a poetry picker?"

Fuyou nodded, and replied respectfully: "Yes, I am also a poetry collector."

"I've never seen such a small one. Why did you come out to collect poems at such a young age? What about the family?"

"The family is gone, and..."

There was only one uncle and one cousin left. They were afraid and didn't want to come out, and the court insisted that their family produce a poetry collector, so he came out.

He spoke in a low voice, and the old man didn't hear clearly, he just rubbed his sleeves and muttered, "I still wear so little, and I'm so thin, and I don't even have a hand stove."

Fuyou lowered his head, his eyes turned red unconsciously.

He is like this, with shallow eye sockets, and his eyes turn red whenever his emotions fluctuate.

For a year, he ran alone in the mountains, encountered wolves, beasts, and bandits.

As long as someone cared about him a little bit, he couldn't help being sad.

The old man comforted him: "It's okay, wait a little longer, and I will enter the city immediately. After entering the city, I can live in the post house, and when I arrive in the post house, I will be warm."

Just as he was talking, Fuyou had already arrived in front of the city gate.

He reacted, said "excuse me" to the old man, stepped forward quickly, took down his bookcase, put it on the table, and let the soldiers check it.

After the investigation, Fuyou and the old man went into the city together.

The old man took him to the post house, helped him choose a room facing the south, and took him to get his job as a poetry collector.

This year's salary, there are two new clothes, an official uniform, a new bookcase, a basket of charcoal, and a little New Year's candy.

Walking in the corridor, the old man opened the oil paper tremblingly, twisted a piece of crushed sugar and put it in his mouth.

He vaguely said to Fuyou: "When it comes to New Year's Eve, there will be a banquet in the palace, and two or three poetry collectors will be selected to go to the banquet. At that time, not only can you enter the palace to eat, but you can also get an annual reward, which is a lot of money. You We have to fight for it, so that the life of the second year will be better."

Fuyou nodded: "I see, thank you for reminding me, I will fight for it."

Fuyou took the old man back to the room, put him on the bed, and wrapped him in a quilt, but it was still not warm enough, so he brought his own quilt to cover the old man.

In the end, Fuyou ran to drink a pot of soup, stuffed it under the quilt, and burned some charcoal to get warmer.

Fuyou talked to him for a while, the old man closed his eyes and fell asleep, so Fuyou asked him to lie down and tucked him in the quilt.

Seeing that he was fast asleep, Fuyou backed out.

Fuyou went back to his room, changed into the clean clothes he received just now, took some money, and went out.

He went to a candied fruit shop to buy some candied fruit, and carefully wrote "Fuyou Dunshou" on the red paper.

First went to the school.

A year ago, he was still studying in the academy, and then his grandfather passed away, and he went home to observe his filial piety, and when he came back, it was now.

He wandered around outside the academy for a while, and found a student who was easy to talk to, so he gave him the preserved fruit and asked him to pass it on to his former teacher.

After sending it to the academy, he took another bag of preserved fruit and went to the mansion of Grand Historian Xu, and handed it over to the concierge.

Fuyou didn't want to ask them anything, but as a student, he came to the imperial capital, so he wouldn't be rude if he paid a visit.

Walking alone on the street, he couldn't help but stop when he passed the closed door of Yan Mansion.

I heard that the entire Yan family has gone to the border.

Fuyou sighed, and secretly made up his mind that next year he must go to the border gate to collect poetry next year.

There is an order for the poetry collectors to present poems to the palace, and because Fuyou is a newcomer, he was ranked last.

He was not in a hurry, so he lived in the post house with peace of mind.

The day before he was going to enter the palace, the old man gave him some advice on how to manage the palace when he entered the palace, how to salute when he entered the palace gate, how to present poems through the curtains, and how to match the rhythm of the musicians.

Fuyou listened carefully and kept everything in his heart.

Early the next morning, someone from the palace called him.

Fuyou put on his light blue official uniform, tied up his hair, put his bookcase on his back, and followed.

He entered the palace and walked on the palace road.

Suddenly, noises and shouts came from the extremely quiet palace road.

A group of people shouted behind him: "My lord! Why are you sick again? Don't run away!"

Another person shouted hoarsely: "Fuyou! Fuyou! Turn around! Look at me!"

Just as Fu You wanted to turn around, the palace man who led him reminded: "Young Lord, you must be cautious in your words and deeds in the palace."

Fu You quickly turned his head back, nodded, and said softly: "I see, thank you for reminding me."

The palace servants were also very satisfied with his way, and nodded: "Let's go quickly, if Your Majesty waits impatiently, I'm afraid there will be trouble again."

trouble?Kind of an odd word.

But after he said this, he quickened his pace, and Fuyou didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly followed.

The voice from behind gradually faded away.

With a sound of "bang", Qin Gou was pressed to the ground by a group of guards. His strength was so great that he looked like a wild beast. The guards were barely able to hold him down.

Qin Gou's face was on the ground, he tried his best to raise his head, looked at the back of Fuyou leaving in a hurry, and murmured: "Look at me, look back at me, I already know I was wrong, it's winter, it's winter ..."

The palace servants lead Fuyou all the way to Yangju Hall.

He pushed open the door of the palace: "Please, Mr. Xiaolang, Your Majesty is inside."

"Thank you very much." Fu You finally thanked him, and couldn't help but tighten the belt of the bookcase again.

Seeing that he was a little nervous, the palace man comforted him again: "It's okay, go in and salute, and when the musicians start playing, you can present poems. Your Majesty is still childlike and can't sit still, but he won't make things difficult for you."

Can't sit still?Childlike innocence?

Fuyou felt even more strange, he frowned, bit the bullet, and walked into the palace.

Before he could salute, he saw the emperor snatching the position of the musician, sitting on the small bell, and ringing the bell humming and chirping.

This...isn't quite like...

Fuyou choked for a moment, then disrespectfully doubted His Majesty's age or intelligence.

He found it strange and sent an urgent message to the control center.

The control center also quickly replied to him: "This small world was originally a tailor-made world for Qin Gou, who has the highest total points, and the emperor is our tailor-made character for Qin Gou."

"It's a pity that the mission of Qin Gou failed, and you just came again. We don't want to waste this small world model, so we want to use this world to give you a practice hand."

"However, without Qin Gou, there is one less emperor character in this world, and the progress of the world cannot run normally. So we retrieved Qin Gou's basic data, and put a new emperor character here. Don't worry, he fits well. The logic of the world does not interfere with the plot."

"To put it simply, you can regard him as another Qin Gou. He has inherited most of Qin Gou's attributes, but he's just a little silly. Of course, he also loves you deeply."

Just, yes, yes, point, stupid?

Fuyou looked at the demented emperor who was ringing the bell in front of him, with a confused look on his face.

The author has something to say: I modified the end, I feel that the first edition did not make it clear (bow)

It's two Qin dogs competing for favor, and the control center loves to make trouble

Emperor: Wife! ! !

Qin Gou: Wife!I am the real one!He is fake! ! !

感谢在2021-10-2617:32:40~2021-10-2717:23:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: xdixdi, Yunwan couldn’t help but stay up late again, the taste of indulgence ╮;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：斯鱼60瓶；鹤帆23瓶；竚冬14瓶；小崽子还挺难忘、放纵╮的滋味、东栏听雪、守护星、Masochi□□10瓶；相当老派，楚屿版本、不吃罐头的猫、立春晴5瓶；提灯挽月3瓶；溪阚1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!