Substitute thought

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In the early morning of the next day, Fuyou put on his official uniform, followed the Queen Mother's order, and once again entered the palace to present poems.

He carried the bookcase and opened the door to go out. The people sent by the Queen Mother were already waiting for him outside.

Fuyou got into the carriage, and Qin Gou, who was squatting outside the window, woke up with a start. He squatted outside all night, but he didn't freeze to death. He hurriedly chased out, and the carriage had already gone far.

The carriage went straight into the palace gate and stopped in front of the Yangju Hall.

Fuyou carried the bookcase on his back and got off the carriage.

The emperor "Qin Gou" had been waiting in front of the door early, and when he saw Fuyou coming, he stood up and took a step towards him: "Fuyou!"

Then he remembered that Fuyou didn't seem to like him approaching, so he forcibly suppressed his instinct and stood still.

Fuyou bowed to him, went into the hall, sat down and offered a poem.

"Qin Gou" sat obediently, hugging a soft pillow, and looked at Fuyou.

Facing such a face, Fuyou always finds it difficult to calm down.

But the task of dedicating poems that should be done is still to be done.

Fuyou held the bamboo slips, his fingertips turned white, and continued to sing.

And "Qin Gou" stared at him, secretly rejoicing that Fuyou didn't notice that he had moved the bed one step closer to the outside, moving slowly day by day, and he would soon be able to sit with Fuyou.

He felt proud of his wisdom, and unconsciously moved towards Fuyou.

Fuyou lowered his head to look at the bamboo slips, but he didn't notice that "Qin Gou" was approaching him little by little with his pillow in his arms.

Fuyou picked out a poem, raised his head, "Qin Gou" was already in front of him, and looked closely at him.

Fuyou was taken aback by him, "Qin Gou" hurriedly backed away.

"Fuyou, I'm sorry." He squatted in front of Fuyou, "Can I sit here?"

Fuyou paused, and noticed the attendant beside him.

This attendant was a bit unfamiliar, and he didn't serve outside, as if he stood still, he stood inside.

Fuyou understood that this was the person arranged by Empress Dowager Liu, she suspected that she had something to do with His Majesty and the King of Southwest, so she sent someone to watch her present poems.

Fu You withdrew his gaze and looked at the emperor "Qin Gou": "Your Majesty can sit wherever you want."

"Okay." "Qin Gou" showed joy, sat cross-legged in front of Fuyou, and looked at him seriously.

Fuyou backed away calmly, and then began to present poems.

"Qin Gou" just likes Fuyou, and doesn't really like listening to poetry, so he just looks at Fuyou like wagging his invisible tail.Fuyou was so stared at that his heart was trembling, and his hand holding the bamboo slips trembled slightly.

In the end, he pulled out the task points list and placed it in front of his eyes, blocking "Qin Gou"'s face.

It feels so much better to sing to the ever-increasing quest points.

At the same time, the Southwest King, who went back to wash and change his clothes, came outside the Yangju Hall again.

He squatted outside the gate of the Yangju Hall again, eavesdropping on Fuyou's singing.

But this time, there was always a voice reminding him——

"Fuyou didn't sing for you, he didn't sing for you, you are a shady puppy, you are stealing Fuyou's poems."

That day Fuyou stayed in the palace for lunch.

The queen mother also specially sent meals over.

The emperor "Qin Gou" sat obediently in front of him, and put some food for Fuyou: "Fuyou, eat more."

Fuyou thanked him, then lowered his head to eat the food.

He is trying to separate the emperor from Qin Gou.

This emperor is innocent, he is fake.

After lunch, Fuyou was taken to the side hall to rest, and after a while he went to the main hall to present poems.

Coincidentally, the side hall he went to happened to be the side hall he stayed in in his previous life.

Fuyou pinched the strap of the bookcase uncomfortably. The palace servants saw that he was a little nervous, so they asked, "Master Fu thinks this room is not good? Do you want to change it?"

Fu You didn't want to trouble them, so he waved his hand: "No need, this place is very good."

He just sleeps for a noon, he is not so delicate, nor is he so "sentimental".

It has passed, and he wants to try to look at those things with a normal heart.

After the palace servants left, Fu You walked into the side hall, put down the bookcase, washed up briefly, changed his clothes, and climbed onto the bed to sleep.

It's just that those things are not something he can do if he wants to look at them with a normal mind.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he can think of the past.The familiar palace and decoration will make him feel as if he has returned to those three years.

Three years of isolation.

Fuyou closed his eyes, reassuring himself that it's okay, just sleep for a while.

But he only fell asleep in a daze for less than a quarter of an hour before he was awakened by a nightmare.

Just escaped from the dream, as soon as he opened his eyes, he met Qin Gou who was beside the bed.

Qin Gou was kneeling on the ground, clasped his hands carefully, and looked at him.

Fuyou was startled, he withdrew his hand abruptly, sat up, and raised his hand to push him away: "What are you doing?"

He was the only one who woke up from the nightmare, and he was not sure, his fingertips just brushed across Qin Gou's side face.

Qin Gou wasn't annoyed at all, instead he covered the place where he had hit him, and moved the other half of his face to make it easier for him to hit him.

He felt aggrieved: "Fuyou, I want to see you, I can't help it."

"I don't want to see you, how did you get in? Get out."

"If I don't go out, that impostor can stay with you all morning and have dinner with you. I just want to see you."

"You are different from him."

Qin Gou opened his mouth, and before he could speak, the emperor called softly from outside: "Fuyou? Fuyou? Are you awake? May I come in?"

Fuyou looked at Qin Gou: "Xanxi King, do you want to kill me? The Queen Mother is already suspicious of me."

Qin Gou shrank back: "I know, I will hide."

He stood up, looked around, found a wooden cabinet, opened the door, and hid in before the emperor came in.

A gap, through which light shines on his face.

Not long after, the emperor came in excitedly.

"Fuyou..." He ran in and saw that Fuyou had gotten up, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, it's not because of His Majesty, but because I had a nightmare and was awakened."

"Nightmare? How scary?"

Fuyou glanced at him, then looked at the cabinet: "It's scary, like a net."

Qin Gou felt Fuyou glance at him, and Qin Gou couldn't even breathe.

He is this nightmare.

Fuyou lifted the quilt, put on his shoes, and got off the ground: "Is it time to present a poem? I clean up and present a poem right away."

But the emperor said: "No... don't worry, I asked them to prepare some snacks, and you can go to the horse garden to play later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Long En." Fuyou smiled, picked up the official uniform hanging on the side, shook it, and raised his hand to put it on himself.

When he raised his hand, the emperor suddenly walked up to him, lowered his head, and rubbed his head against his palm.

Fuyou was stunned for a moment, "Qin Gou" stepped back immediately after finishing this movement.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't like me approaching, but I really want to pet my head."

Qin Gou, who was hiding in the cabinet, was so jealous that his eyes were red. He also thought, why didn't he want to pat his head?

This is the action that puppies all over the world will love.

That afternoon, Fuyou did not continue to present poems, but accompanied the emperor to the horse garden.

"Qin Gou" can ride a horse, and he competed with Fuyou.

The attendants all hinted that Fuyou would give way to His Majesty, but in the end it was "Qin Gou" who gave way to him.

When parting, "Qin Gou" lowered his head again and stood in front of Fuyou.

Fuyou pretended not to know what he meant, and bowed to leave.

In the end, "Qin Gou" squatted down by himself, moved to his hand, and let him touch his head.

After finishing this task, "Qin Gou" stood up and ran away. Afraid that Fuyou would get angry, halfway through the run, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly turned around: "Fuyou, you have to come back tomorrow."

Fuyou felt a little helpless, so he could only carry the bookcase on his back and leave the palace.

When he walked out, Qin Gou was standing outside the horse garden.

As soon as he left, some attendants returned to the Empress Dowager's Changle Palace to report.

"Your Majesty gets along with Mr. Fu, there is nothing unusual. This subordinate thinks that Mr. Fu may be a good match for His Majesty."

Empress Dowager Liu nodded: "Bring something to Fuyou, let him come back tomorrow."

"Yes."

It gets dark early in winter, when Fuyou left the palace, the palace servants gave him a small lantern.

There was no one on the road. He was alone, carrying a lantern, stepping on the snow, and walked slowly forward.

Not long after he walked, he suddenly felt someone behind him, with soft footsteps, following his footsteps.

Fu You knew who it was, but he didn't look back, he just stepped forward.

Qin Gou followed him from a distance, and when he saw him quicken his pace, he also quickened his pace.

Fuyou, who was walking in front, turned a corner and entered another street.

Qin Gou hurriedly followed.

Fuyou turned around a few more times, but couldn't shake him off.Finally, on second thought, Qin Gou already knew where he lived anyway, and there could be nothing worse than this.

So he turned around.

Qin Gou hurriedly hid to the side.

Fuyou shouted coldly: "Qin Gou, I know it's you, don't follow me."

After saying this, he held the lantern tightly and prepared to go back.

Qin Gou followed up again, as if he couldn't understand the words.

Hearing the familiar footsteps behind him, Fu You was really bored, he turned his head and looked around, picked up a stick from the ground, and threw it in front of him viciously.

"Don't follow me!"

Fu You didn't want to get entangled with him, and when he followed up again, he turned his head and said seriously: "Don't follow me, I made it very clear last night, I just want a chance to start over."

Qin Gou nodded: "Well, start over, Fuyou, I will start over with you."

"I'll start over by myself." Fu You said, "I just want to present poems properly, but you have been hindering me, I don't want to be involved with the King of Southwest, the queen mother is already suspicious of me."

He thought about it, and finally said something serious: "Qin Gou, you make me feel very troublesome."

Fuyou left, but Qin Gou didn't follow.

The puppy was frustrated for a second, and then followed up wagging its tail again.

When Fuyou returned to the post house, the Queen Mother's reward had already arrived one step ahead of him.

After thanking him, he went back to his room.

But there was another noise from the window.

Fuyou didn't want to pay attention, and after a while, the window was opened from the outside.

"Fuyou..." Qin Gou stood outside, "I came here after I disguised myself. I haven't been discovered by the Queen Mother, so I won't cause you any trouble. I want to see you."

Fuyou turned his head and saw that he was wearing night clothes and a big black cloak.

Fuyou stepped forward and stretched out his hand to close the window sash, Qin Gou stepped forward and stuffed a stick into his hand.

"You hit me, this is the one you just hit me." Qin Gou whispered, "I used to treat you like a little squirrel, from now on, you can always treat me like a puppy. I am also a Puppy, don’t touch that counterfeit one, touch me instead.”

It's still typical Qin hook logic, they're evened out like this.

Fuyou flatly refused: "I don't have a hobby like yours."

Qin Gou grabbed his hand and let him pat his face like noon.

This feeling was not good, Fuyou hurriedly withdrew his hand, but Qin Gou smiled, and put the other half of his face in front of him.

Fuyou choked for a moment, thought for a while, and finally threw the wooden stick out.

Behind the window is the backyard of the post house, deserted and empty.

Qin Gou was puzzled.

"Go pick it up." Fuyou said, "Aren't you a puppy? Go pick it up."

"Okay, got it." Qin Gou came to his senses, turned around and ran away.

He walked away, Fuyou immediately closed the window, carried the bookcase on his back, and prepared to go for a walk.

To the east of the imperial capital is the market. At night, it is brightly lit and bustling.

Fuyou bought some pens and ink, and some food, and prepared to take them back to the old man who always helped him.

But he can't go back now, and Qin Gou must not have left yet.

He will go back later.Qin Gou is now the King of Southwest, and he has no power in his hands, let alone send people to find him. There are many people in the market, so Fuyou is not worried that he will come out to find him.

He was wandering in the street like this, passing a flower building, and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The handsome young man was standing on the high platform with the qin in his arms, dressed in plain clothes, and when he noticed that Fuyou was looking at him, he smiled at him.

Fuyou frowned: "Huaiyu?"

He remembered what Huaiyu himself said in his previous life, that he was a servant girl in Hualou.

At this time, a middle-aged man came to the stage and grabbed Huaiyu's wrist: "Guest officers, this is our flamboyant Mr. Huaiyu. You all watched him repair this beautiful piano and melody." Yes, tonight, Young Master Huaiyu will also be sixteen, according to our flamboyant rules, he can also..."

When Fuyou vaguely heard these words, he was startled.

He hurried into the flower building, only to hear the last sentence: "Please bid."

Standing on the stage, Huaiyu was smiling with his head down, but from the corner of his vision, he suddenly saw Youyi dangling in front of him——

He knew that it was the little official in the light green official uniform who came in.

As an official, he should not be short of money, and he looks good, unlike other people, he should have a good temper, and he won't suffer too much in his hands.

Thinking of this, Huaiyu raised her head and looked at Fuyou, wanting to give him another hint.

But Fuyou didn't look at him, he watched one after another paunchy men holding up wooden signs to bid, and there were even several people shouting together.

Fuyou quickly turned over his bookcase in a hurry, and counted how much money he had with him.

Fortunately, the queen mother rewarded him with some things just now.

Fuyou turned around, took a wooden sign from his pocket, and held it up high: "I'll issue...a golden crown!"

As he spoke, he took out the golden crown that the queen mother gave him from the bookcase.

Everyone sighed to themselves, and put down the wooden plaques, and the people around Fuyou tugged at his sleeves, reminding him: "Young Lord, it's not worth it, this Huaiyu is either high-grade or a low-grade, no worth."

Fu You glanced at them: "Don't say that, I think it's worth it."

Just as he was talking, Huaiyu walked up to him with Qin in his arms, and saluted politely: "Tonight I will belong to this young master."

Fu You gave him the golden crown: "Go back and have a good rest, don't entertain others, I'll come back tomorrow."

Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, when Fuyou turned to leave, he said calmly: "If you just leave like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to pick up the guests or not."

Fuyou turned around: "Huh?"

Huaiyu stretched out a hand, grabbed his sleeve, and led him upstairs.

Fuyou followed him back to the room, Huaiyu put down the piano, Fuyou pushed open the window, and looked around the flower building.

It's very hidden in a busy city, Qin Gou will definitely not be able to find him, and it's not impossible to stay here for one night.

Suddenly, the strings vibrated with a clang, bringing him back to his senses.

Fuyou closed the window, turned around and said, "You don't have to be afraid, I didn't mean that."

Huaiyu smiled and said, "Everyone who comes here says they don't mean that."

"..." Fu You thought for a while and asked, "Are you sixteen this year?"

"Today is just full."

Fuyou took out his household registration bamboo slip from the bookcase, and handed it to him, "I'm one year younger than you."

Huaiyu took the bamboo slips with a smile, obviously not believing it: "My lord is an official, but he is just young, how could..."

When he saw the small print on it, he froze.

——Fuyou, born in the 23rd year of Wen Gong, from Yue Ou Yunxi.

Fuyou took the bamboo slips back with a smile: "Now you should believe it?" He thought for a while: "I just see that you are destined and have spare money, so I can't bear to see you being bullied by those people. You helped me in the last life, so let me come back and save you."

He put down the bookcase, sat down on the couch, grabbed a pillow and hugged him: "I planned to save you and leave, but you said you want me to stay here, so I'll stay here first."

Huaiyu paused, and said seriously, "I'm not worth a blond crown."

"But apart from that, I only have a little silver left." Fuyou was a little embarrassed, "I thought it might not be enough."

Huaiyu said firmly, "I'm not worth it."

"But when I was picking poems outside, they all said that someone would need 1000 taels of gold to redeem a courtesan."

"I'm not an oiran."

"I know, but it's already given to you, so you can take it." Fuyou fell down on the couch, "I'm going to stay with you all night tonight, you can sleep on the bed inside, is that okay?"

Huaiyu hesitated for a moment, and walked up to him: "Let me do something, otherwise I won't feel at ease holding this hair crown."

It's not that he's worried, he's just afraid that Fuyou will go back on his word and ask for the things back when the time comes.

"Hmm..." Fuyou thought for a while, pulled his bookcase over, and picked out a few bamboo slips from it, "Then you can sing, these days I always sing to others, and no one sings to me Singing."

Huaiyu took the bamboo slips and played the piano before returning to the case.

Fuyou lay on the couch, drowsy.

It turns out that listening to people sing is such a comfortable thing, Fuyou thought in a daze, no wonder Qin Gou likes listening to others sing so much.

Huaiyu sang the words on the bamboo slips three times, he was really not very good at such fresh and elegant lines, it sounded neither fish nor fowl.

But Fuyou had already fallen asleep.

Holding the bamboo slips, Huaiyu walked up to him, pushed him twice, and called out, "Master Fu?"

Huaiyu knelt down in front of him, took the quilt and covered him, touched his forehead and nose tip with the bamboo slips, and poked his palm.

This Fuyou is good-looking, even better than him, who is a young lady.The speech is also pleasant, gentle and gentle, with the softness of the people from the south.

But how could such a person help him?And said he was worth a golden crown.

He is obviously worthless, and when he grows up and is short of money, he will probably regret it.

Huaiyu pursed the corners of her lips, and put the bamboo slips neatly back into the bookcase.

No matter what, this little poetry collector who is one year younger than him is the one who treats him the best. He has to hold him firmly and please him. Even if he can't help redeem him, he can at least live a good life for a while .

Huaiyu made up his mind, he was not a kind person in the first place, he was born in such a place, so of course he should take more care of himself.

Suddenly, there was a bang, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the door hit the wall with a loud bang.

Huaiyu reacted quickly, knowing that someone had come to make trouble, and the person who came here to make trouble was either the principal or the parents.

And all he can rely on is——

Through the quilt, Huaiyu hugged Fuyou, and when you blinked, your eyes were red, and she called softly: "Mr. Fuxiao..."

Fuyou woke up in a daze, with a sleepy nasal voice: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Qin Gou was standing in front of the door, angry and pitiful, still holding the stick in his hand.

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