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too old, too old...

Qin Gou froze in place.

He considered all the conditions of a "little husband" who is qualified to help you, but he forgot his age.

If calculated according to the age of this small world, he is six years older than Fuyou.

If he was born in the last days and passed through hundreds of small worlds, he would be far more than six years old.

too old.

"I'm a wolf..." He tried to save himself, "Wolves are different from dogs. Among wolves, I'm still very young, and I'm very mentally strong. I'm still in my prime."

Fuyou shook his head, firmly refused: "No."

"Fuyou, in case you ever want to..."

"I didn't have that time."

"I can be there at any time, isn't it very convenient?"

"No need." Fuyou put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Why do you have such inexplicable thoughts?"

"I just want to stay with you, I don't need a title."

"...You didn't have any status in the first place."

"I know, but I want to be with you." Qin Gou thought for a while, then took a step back, "You can try it first, and I promise that I will do my best and do my best."

Good guy, he can use idioms.

"..."

Fuyou choked and didn't answer, but Qin Gou took it as tacit consent.

Qin Gou stretched out his hand cautiously, but only touched Fuyou's finger, Fuyou shivered, and immediately retracted his finger.

He suddenly stood up and said sharply, "Go out."

Qin Gou put the silk on the table: "I can be there whenever you want, you can call me anytime."

"Get out." Fuyou walked to the door and was about to open it, "I thought you had something important to say, Qin Gou, you're always so baffled."

As soon as he opened the door, Huaiyu, who was lying on the door, couldn't stand still for a while, and fell in.

Fuyou hugged him, Huaiyu raised his head and smiled at him: "I just want to ask you if you want more tea."

Fuyou supported him and made him stand still: "No need, Your Majesty will be leaving soon." He turned his head to look at Qin Gou, and saluted him: "Your Majesty, go slowly."

Qin Gou stood up and went out reluctantly.

Huaiyu put her arms around Fuyou's neck and jumped to the side to make way for Qin Gou.While jumping, he gasped: "I've twisted my ankle, I've twisted my ankle, Fuyou, please help me."

Qin Gou passed by them and gave Fuyou a pitiful look. Fuyou ignored him, but Huaiyu stood next to Fuyou and smiled provocatively at him.

Qin Gou clenched his fist, but in the end he didn't dare to make a move in front of Fuyou.

After Qin Gou left, Huaiyu let go of his hand and stood up straight.

Fuyou turned to look at him: "Didn't you sprain your ankle?"

Huaiyu smiled: "It's good again." He looked at the food on the table: "Aren't you full yet? The food is cold, take it out and put it on the stove to eat."

Fuyou said, "I'll come."

"Need not."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, intending to lift the table directly, but he just picked it up, as if he suddenly lost strength in his hands, the table fell back again, and almost dropped something.

Fu You hurried forward: "Are your hands hurting again? Let me do it."

He lifted the table case, took it out, and said, "Have you not applied any medicine these days? The pharmacy in the city is out of the medicine you often take. I asked them to bring it for you, but no one brought it back. It may take It won’t be until the beginning of spring, if it’s really not possible, I’ll go to the next county to help you see it?”

Huaiyu followed behind him: "No need, it's just a winter, I'm next to the stove every day, as long as I don't get cold."

It was an old injury from his previous piano practice. When he was young, he was forced to practice the piano by Hualou. He didn't stop for several hours. If he made a slight mistake, he would be beaten. His wrists and arms were specially beaten, not his fingers.

Huaiyu still has many problems, all of which are caused by taking medicine.He didn't tell Fuyou at first, but as he got older, those problems could no longer be hidden, so Fuyou found out.

When he left Hualou, the owner of Hualou gave him a small bottle of pills.

The small bottle of pills had already been taken, and Hualou thought that he would go back after taking the medicine.

But he and Fuyou met an old doctor on the way of collecting poems, and the old doctor gave him a prescription and told him to take it slowly, maybe he could live for a few more years.

But this winter, the road was blocked by heavy snow, and his medicine has been discontinued for some time.

Fuyou asked people to help everywhere during the disaster relief, but he couldn't get them all together.

Huaiyu took the medicine himself to cook, it was the same as Fuyou said, but his body was still weakening day by day.

Fuyou put the food by the stove, and ate while warming the fire.

Sitting next to him, Huaiyu picked out the small shrimps in the vegetables for him.

"I found it in the street today. The current situation is bad, and you can't even eat meat. Dried shrimp is also meat. You should eat more."

That night, after Huaiyu made the bed, she sat on the couch, dug out a little ointment from a small clay pot, and rubbed it on her wrist.

After Fuyou finished washing, he came back with the tub in his arms, Huaiyu went up to meet him, and applied some ointment on his face.

"You run outside every day, be careful to freeze your ears off."

Fu You put the things away, sat down on the couch, stretched out his hands, and asked him to rub some medicine on himself.

Huaiyu smiled and said, "I'm using it for myself, and I'm reluctant to dig so much. I don't know when winter will pass. It's freezing to death."

"I'm afraid it will take a while. Is the charcoal still enough?"

"Yeah." Huaiyu nodded, as if he suddenly remembered something, "That's right, Fuyou, when I just lit the stove, I didn't find sawdust, and I just saw a few pieces of cloth lying on the floor of the room, so I burned them. It's not something important, is it?"

"Ah..." Fuyou thought for a while before realizing that what he was talking about was Qin Gou's "Physical Examination Report of the Imperial Hospital", his self-recommendation letter, and the contract.

He paused: "It's okay, just burn it if it burns."

Huaiyu patted the back of his hand, stood up, took those things from the side, and threw them into his arms.

"Look at your thoughtful appearance. I don't even dare to look at it. How dare I burn your things? Just try you."

Huaiyu pursed her lips, bumped his shoulder with her elbow, then climbed into the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and was about to fall asleep.

Fuyou sat on the edge of the couch and looked at those silk books.

Qin Gou's handwriting is really not very good-looking, he can use a pen, but these few letters seem to be written by him with wolf paws dipped in ink, but he wrote so hard that he almost tore the silk.

The article is well written.Of course, he would read the memorials written by the most talented civil servants in the world every day.

It's just that his ideas are always strange.

Fuyou sometimes feels that he and he are not the same species... well, they are indeed not the same species.

The candlelight is smudged, shining on the silk.

At the end of the good article, there is an extra sentence of "please", and there is a wolf's paw print on it.

Fuyou twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh for no reason.

At this time, Huaiyu suddenly stretched out his hand from under the quilt, poked him, and said angrily, "Mr. Fu, are you still awake? Are you going to hold those things and watch them all night?"

Fuyou put the things on the table, then blew on the lamp, wrapped himself in a quilt and lay down.

Huaiyu let out a heavy "hum", scaring Fuyou into a fright.

He turned around: "What are you doing?"

Huaiyu said seriously, "My nose is blocked."

"..." Fuyou pulled the quilt up silently.

"What are you doing?" Huaiyu pressed his hand, "Do you dislike me?"

Fuyou shook his head: "No."

Huaiyu asked, "Why do you cover your head? Don't you feel bored?"

Fuyou said weakly: "My head is very cold."

Huaiyu stretched out her hand and rubbed his face: "Are you ready?"

"Ah."

Huaiyu looked at him and asked: "Fuyou, didn't His Majesty intend to kill you before? Why now..."

Fuyou shook his head obediently: "I don't know."

"I think he seems to be a different person, not so much like His Majesty, but more like the former Southwest King." Huaiyu boldly guessed, "Is the Southwest King revived?"

"No..." I have to say, Huaiyu's intuition is really accurate.

Fuyou paused: "...It's unlikely."

"That's right." Huaiyu was sure, "That means he regretted it and thought of you again."

He earnestly said: "You must not turn your head back. What if one day he doesn't like you again, what will you do?"

Fuyou nodded: "I know, I'm not stupid."

Huaiyu suddenly got up, supported his head, and looked at him: "Fuyou, if you want to get married, you can find me."

"Ah?" Fuyou was shocked, his almond eyes widened, and he tightened the quilt.

"You can find me. You have a good temper and are easy to get along with. I also like you very much. Anyway, I don't have a good life for a few years. You can try with me first."

Fuyou scolded him softly: "Don't talk nonsense..."

Huaiyu generously rubbed his loose hair on his forehead, then lay back.

"In the past, when I was in the flower building, what I looked forward to the most was getting married." Huaiyu looked at the curtain, "Speaking of which, you and I were married before."

He smiled at Fuyou: "Don't be afraid. The flower building calls it marriage for the first time on stage. Didn't you reward me with a golden crown at that time? You didn't notice that the bedding in the room that night was all Red?"

"When I was young, I wanted to get married. I always felt that I was different from other young ladies. If I were allowed to grow up, I would definitely not meet those ungrateful and empty-mouthed benefactors. I would meet those in the story. That kind of handsome and gentle young guest, and then I can coax him to redeem me with a little trick. I must be the most special young lady."

"Only when I got on stage that day, I realized that I'm not the most special one, and I'm not even as good as other young ladies. Those who bid for me are all rough."

Fuyou turned to look at him, and saw that his eyes were shining.

Huaiyu held his face and continued: "After you came, I began to believe again that I am very special."

"I have been collecting poems with you all these years. Sometimes I feel sore in my hands and feet and want to leave you alone, but think about it, I can't let your golden crown and gold ingots go to waste. It's special for you to cook by yourself. It's unpalatable, if you eat the food you cook yourself, you will definitely starve and lose weight, but you finally endured it."

"The past few years have been very good, but I just have a desire in my heart, which is getting stronger and stronger. I want to really get married once, with anyone. It would be even better if it was you, because I only trust you in the world .But we're friends, let's forget it."

"Getting married is like a sign to me that I finally got what I wanted when I was a child, and that I am finally free."

"I didn't mean to force you, I just wanted to talk to you suddenly. But you've been so busy these days, I don't have time to tell you." Huaiyu leaned on the pillow, turned her head, and smiled at him, " You don't know how scared I was when I heard Yan Zhi set off fireworks for you, if you marry him, who will marry me?"

He finally sighed: "New Year is coming soon, and I have another year less to live."

Fu You also looked at him: "Don't say that, the doctor has already said that those medicines don't matter, it doesn't matter if you take good care of them."

"Yeah." Huaiyu responded casually, obviously perfunctory, and touched Fuyou's finger again, "After I die, don't hang up the burlap on me, it's too ugly. If you want to hang it, you should hang it Hang up the red cloth."

Fuyou held his hand and helped him rub his cold wrist: "You are always like this, you just think about it at night, don't think about it, go to sleep quickly. I think your physique has improved a lot , at least another 60 years.”

Huaiyu only thought that he was coaxing herself, but his expression was serious, which made him start to waver unknowingly.

Huaiyu smiled at him: "If I can survive, I will try my best to survive."

In the darkness, his eyes were clear and bright, really like two pieces of beautiful jade.

But after all, it doesn't last long.

Fu You was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "That's right, I got it."

"what happened?"

"I know who has the medicine." Fuyou sat up and didn't dare to say it.

Qin Gou must have it.The emperor went on tour, he didn't say it himself, but the imperial physicians and eunuchs around him must have prepared various medicinal materials.

Huaiyu obviously thought of this, and hurriedly said: "You mustn't ask him."

In fact, Fuyou was also a little distressed. He gave Qin Gou a bad face tonight, and he was going to ask him for something tomorrow. It's really...not decent.

This is not in line with the standards of the affirmative action.

Besides, he didn't know how to speak at all.

"I know it in my heart." Fuyou said this, but his fingers were entangled.

Fuyou thought about it all night, and finally decided to go to the neighboring county to see if there were any medicinal herbs he needed.

It happened that the snow stopped that day, so he found someone to replace his porridge cooking position, packed his luggage by himself, did not tell Huaiyu, and planned to go out quietly by himself, go back quickly.

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

Collecting poems in four or five years, he is very familiar with this place.

Ten miles to the south, there is a city larger than Yanbei City, but the road is blocked by heavy snow, and contact has been cut off long ago.

Five or six miles out of the city, Fuyou grabbed the reins and walked across the snow on the small mountain road.

The cold wind was blowing across the hillside, shaking clusters of snow from the branches.

Fuyou glanced at it, and the next moment, a black figure stood up from the hillside.

"Xiao Langjun, I want to cross the mountain from now on, stay and buy the road..."

Fu You knew that he had encountered bandits blocking the road, but he ignored them, instead he pulled the reins and rode his horse to a gallop.

In the past four or five years, he has encountered bandits several times, and the best way to deal with bandits is to run quickly.

Because their craftsmanship is not good, they can only make swords, but not long-range bows and arrows.As long as they run far away, they can't catch up.

Fuyou leaned slightly, leaned on the horse's back, and looked back.

Someone behind him seemed to recognize him, and shouted angrily: "Okay, but the enemy's road is narrow, and the brothers unexpectedly met Mr. Fu Xiaolang who wrote "Ten Books of Suppressing Bandits"! Chase, chase me to the death ! Caught the bounty!"

It's a coincidence that Fuyou's heart is not good. "Ten Books for Suppressing Bandits" was written by him three or four years ago. Empress Dowager Liu thought it was feasible, so she pushed it forward. As a result, he was still remembered.

Fu You tightened his grip on the reins, and with a neighing sound, the horse directly stepped over the heads of the two bandits blocking the way.

The people behind also got on their horses and chased after him relentlessly.

They were obviously out of breath, they flicked the tripping rope forward, but missed the horse, instead it hit Fuyou's back heavily.

A burst of severe pain made Fuyou's eyes go dark, he couldn't hold the reins, afraid of being thrown off the horse, so he could only hug the horse's neck tightly, and the horse's pace slowed down.

When the shadow in front of his eyes dissipated, the bandits had already arrived.

Fuyou was so painful that he couldn't help gasping, staring at his eyes, he raised his hands and clasped his fists: "Master, let me pass by, you know, I am a scholar, very poor, and I go out to collect poems every year He even paid for it, and this time he went out to buy medicine..."

When you meet a bandit, if you can't escape, you have to get close.

But now that it's close, it seems to be too late.

The bandit leader slapped his hand away with a cold blade: "Don't get too close, I will kill you for nothing but your "Ten Books of Suppressing Bandits"."

Fuyou sniffed, "Master, I'm afraid you don't know that the two nephews of the Empress Dowager Liu and the emperor are all staying in Yanbei City five miles away. If you kill me now, you may cause alarm. They, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape when the time comes, this is much more deadly than my "Ten Books of Suppressing Bandits."

The bandit leader obviously hesitated for a while, Fuyou seized the gap, and said seriously: "The head of the family, assassinate in front of the emperor, I'm afraid..."

The bandit leader shouted angrily: "Can you believe your words? Do you think I'm a fool?"

He raised his knife and slashed at the horse's hoof: "Get out of the way, since the nephews of the emperor and Empress Dowager Liu are nearby, let's help Mr. Xiaolang roll down to die by himself, don't dirty the hands of the brothers, When the time comes, the government will investigate, but they will not be able to find us."

As he spoke, he slashed at the horse's hoof again, the horse neighed, its front legs stood up, and it struggled hard, almost toppled Fuyou.

The wound on his back hurts badly, and Fuyou's eyes blur for a while.

They were on a mountain road, next to a hillside, and the vegetation was crushed by snow.

Fuyou's hands holding the horse's neck were torn apart, and he rolled down the hillside and hit a tree.

Three or four bandits stood on the mountain road and laughed loudly. Suddenly, one of them became silent.

The snow on the branches was knocked off by Fuyou and landed on him, he had already turned over and sat up, holding a wooden crossbow in his hand, his eyes were as sharp as a young lion's.

One of the bandits fell to his knees, with an iron arrow stuck in his chest, and blood flowed out of the blood hole.

The bandits fell down one after another, and when the last one was left, the crossbow and arrows in Fuyou's hand ran out.

He stared closely at the last bandit, suppressing him with his eyes so that he would not dare to approach, while biting open the tunic sleeve with his teeth, he took out a new arrow.

When he loaded the crossbow and arrows and raised the crossbow again, the bandit also raised the knife and threw it at Fuyou.

An angry shout came from not far away.

Fuyou ignored it, raised his hand and fired an arrow.

Simultaneously with Fuyou's iron arrow, there was also a bamboo arrow.

Both arrows impaled on the enemy, nearly piercing the bone.

The knife thrown by the enemy happened to be inserted into the tree trunk next to Fuyou.

The last enemy fell, and Fuyou turned his head to look, only to see Qin Gou holding a bow and arrow and riding a horse, who had just arrived.

Qin Gou's eyes seemed to be red from death, his eyes were red, the hand holding the bow and arrow had bruised veins, and the same was true on his forehead.

Meeting Fuyou's eyes, he immediately got off his horse, slid down the grassy slope, and hugged Fuyou.

His voice was hoarse: "I was scared to death, Fuyou, I was scared to death."

Fu You pursed the corners of his lips: "Why are you here?"

Qin Gou whimpered like a puppy: "You didn't cook the porridge, I thought you hated me so much that you didn't want me..."

"I didn't ask you to..."

Qin Gou probably didn't hear what he said, but when he saw the wound on his back, he let out a low snort.

Fuyou asked him, "Why did you come down?"

Qin Gou quickly let go of his holding hand: "I didn't mean to touch you."

Fu You said calmly: "I mean, you ran to the bottom of the hillside, now no one is pulling us up."

The two of them squatted on the hillside, waiting for Qin Gou's attendants to catch up.

Qin Gou helped him look at the wound on his back where the rope was tripped, and he couldn't stop snoring in his throat.

Fuyou fiddled with his own crossbow, and looked back at him: "Qin Gou, I have never understood."

Qin Gou also looked at him: "Don't understand what?"

"We're really together, and it's only three years. If you count all the time in the small world, you should have lived for hundreds of years, right? Why? Why do you want to do this?"

"Not a few hundred years." Qin Gou said seriously, "I have been Qin Gou for only a few decades."

In other small worlds, he is a person with other names, not Qin Gou, and he has no name at all in the control center.

Qin Gou looked at him seriously: "It's Qin Gou who likes Fuyou, not the one who has been doing the mission likes Fuyou. Three years is worth tens of thousands of years."

Fuyou choked for a moment, turned his head, and took out those silk books from the bookcase: "By the way, I will return these things to you."

It was Qin Gou's self-recommendation letter.

Qin Gou took the things and put them away silently without saying a word.

After a while, Qin Gou said again: "Where are you going? I'll give you the horse and the weapon later, and I won't bother you anymore."

Fuyou turned to look at him, and asked in disbelief: "Qin Gou, do you really like me? Want to be with me?"

Qin Gou nodded: "Really."

"It's really not your style for you to compromise like this."

"It can be so for you."

Fuyou thought for a while, then directly raised the loaded crossbow and arrow, and pressed it against his heart: "Then let's make a bet now, I'll count by dozens, and if I finish counting and your guards don't come, then I will Archery; if within ten numbers, your guards come, I will reluctantly agree to your request, how about it? I have given you a chance, will you agree?"

Fuyou twitched the corner of his mouth: "You won't agree, and you don't have to be wronged like this..."

"I agree." Qin Gou looked at him firmly.

Fuyou intended to drive him away, but he didn't want Qin Gou to agree directly.

He frowned, as if playing with his temper: "I suddenly changed my mind, I just want to count to three."

"It's okay." Qin Gou held the arrow and pressed it against his heart, "As long as you're happy."

Fuyou took a deep breath and said casually: "One...two..."

Just at this time, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and there was a loud shout: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

Qin Gou's eyes lit up, and he hugged Fuyou directly, regardless of the iron arrow that was still pointed at him. If he accidentally touched the mechanism, the iron arrow would plunge into his heart.

Fuyou was hugged by him, and he was still in a daze.

He dug himself a hole.

Qin Gou smiled: "From today onwards, I will be Fuyou's person. Fuyou can call me whatever you want, and I will always love Fuyou."