Substitute thought

It's like owning a huge wolfhound.

Fu You felt that his mind was full of "Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof".

It was too noisy.

Tired of laughing, Fuyou pushed Qin Gou's head away, cupped his face with both hands, and caressed his face until he touched his mouth, then pinched it.

"Don't bark, I'm going to sleep."

Qin Gou restrained his expression and picked him up.One arm was around him, and the other was holding up the hangover soup that was put aside.

Fuyou had already closed his eyes.

Qin Gou hugged him and coaxed him softly, "Fuyou, wake up, you will have a headache after eating sober soup."

He seldom speaks softly like this, for fear of offending Fuyou.

Fuyou only felt that he was noisy, but couldn't hear what he said, so he closed his eyes and ignored him.

Qin Gou handed the soup bowl to his lips: "Fuyou, have a drink."

Fuyou opened his mouth in a daze, and Qin Gou took the opportunity to feed him, fearing that he wouldn't, so he whispered in his ear, "Fuyou, swallow it."

Fuyou pouted, "I know, you don't need to tell me."

Qin Gou was not annoyed, and said, "Okay, take another sip."

"Hmm..." Fuyou twitched the corner of his mouth, "You beg me."

"I beg you." Qin Gou paused, then repeated, "Qin Gou, please."

Fuyou smiled, lowered his head and took another sip, then turned over and rolled out of Qin Gou's arms, and fell onto the bed.

"Don't drink it, it's hard to drink."

Qin Gou took a sip by himself, but he thought it tasted good.It's just that Fuyou didn't want to talk to him anymore, Qin Gou tried to push him again, afraid of making him angry, so he gave up and took the quilt to cover him.

Qin Gou leaned beside him and asked softly, "Fuyou, can I stay?"

Fu You didn't hear what he said, so he hummed casually: "It's up to you."

He just wanted to tell Qin Gou to shut up quickly.

Sure enough, Qin Gou stopped talking.

It was quiet.

Fuyou breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qin Gou wrapped his arms around his waist, hugged him into his arms, and rested his chin on his head contentedly.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone through the window paper and shone on the bed, which was very warm.

Fuyou frowned and woke up in a daze.He was still a little confused, one hand was still covering Qin Gou's mouth, the other hand rubbed his eyes, and groaned twice.

He doesn't drink well, he hasn't been to the palace for many years, this time the emperor is here, he can't justify it if he doesn't go, and he can't justify it if he doesn't drink.

The feeling of being drunk is not very good. When he drinks, his eyes will blur and his heart will beat like a drum, as if there are a hundred puppies playing and singing in his ears, screaming at the sky.

That's a lot of work.

Just as Fuyou wanted to stretch, he suddenly found that the touch in his hands was not quite right.He squeezed again, looked up, and blinked in a trance.

At this moment, Qin Gou also opened his eyes and met Fuyou's gaze.

"Fuyou, good morning."

Fuyou spread his palms, pressed against his face, covering his face, and then sat up by himself.

He was still a little sleepy, sitting on the couch dejectedly, with no expression on his face.

Fuyou stretched out his hand from under the quilt, scratched his messy hair, trying to regain his senses, but the quilt that was originally covering his shoulders slipped down, he pulled the quilt back, and sniffed again.

Qin Gou also sat up and called out, "Fuyou?"

Fuyou raised his hand towards him, telling him not to speak yet, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Fuyou waited for a long time before turning to look at him: "How did you get in?"

Qin Gou pointed to the window: "Open the window."

Fuyou gritted his teeth and raised his hand to hit him: "Who let you in? I didn't let you in!"

Qin Gou sat down and let him hit him: "Fuyou, you agree."

"Where do I have it?"

"Yes, you asked me to send Huaiyu away, and then I came back to find you. Before you fell asleep, I asked you, and you said whatever you want."

Fuyou paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand, and wanted to hit him, but Qin Gou quickly put his hand beside him, and hit him again.

Fuyou fell back on the couch, covered himself with a quilt, and wanted to sleep for a while.

Qin Gou also fell beside him, gently lifted the corner of the quilt, and asked, "Fuyou, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Don't eat." Fuyou stretched out his hand from under the quilt, pointed to the window, "Qin Gou, leave the same way."

"Yes." Qin Gou got off the couch, turned his head, and said reluctantly, "Fuyou, I'm leaving."

Fuyou waved to him, then covered himself with the quilt and went to sleep.

He didn't know when Qin Gou left.

Fuyou fell asleep and woke up when the sun was high.

He rubbed his eyes and pushed open the door.

Huaiyu and the old master had finished their breakfast and were clearing the table.

Seeing him coming out, Huaiyu said, "Hey, have you helped Mr. Xiaolang get up?"

Fuyou scratched his hair lazily: "I..."

Before he could speak, Huaiyu continued: "How is it? It feels good to be served by someone drunk, isn't it? Is it better than me? Of course it is better than me. Look, I got up late today, drunk Are you feeling gentle? Are you sober? Do you want me to make a bowl of sober soup that is not very tasty and then sober you up?"

Fuyou raised his hand, wanting to show weakness, but unfortunately showing weakness was ineffective, he finally had to cover his ears, silently walked to the old master's side, and sat down beside him.

"I think Huaiyu should write history books. I can't compare to him."

The old master nodded slightly, agreeing: "It's a style."

Huaiyu filled a bowl of porridge and placed it heavily in front of Fuyou: "Aren't I worried about you? I'm afraid you will be bullied by others."

"I was wrong, I will never drink alcohol again." Fu You sincerely admitted his mistake, then scooped up a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into his mouth.

Huaiyu sat down beside him, glanced at the old master, and asked Fuyou in a low voice: "Hey, last night..."

The old master's eyes lit up, and he leaned between the two of them: "What's the matter? Is there something I can't hear?"

Fu You lowered his head and concentrated on eating the porridge: "There's nothing, I'm dead drunk."

The old master asked before Huaiyu: "Really? I don't believe it."

"..."

Fuyou and Huaiyu stopped talking.

The old master said seriously: "What's the matter? What's the matter with gossip and gossip?"

Fuyou raised his head to look at Huaiyu, and shook his head honestly: "Really not."

Huaiyu nodded: "I know. But you still have to be careful, I'm always afraid that you will be bullied."

Fuyou smiled and said, "I know, it's like training a dog."

Huaiyu nodded again and again, pleasantly surprised: "Have you opened your mind?"

"En." Fuyou raised his chin towards him, "Don't worry, I won't make it hard for me anymore, after all, I've already passed it."

Those things made him feel that the sky was falling, and he regarded Qin Gou as an evil spirit, thinking that as long as he could go out to collect poems in the palace, he would be free, and he even did not hesitate to fight with his life.

Thinking about it now, some newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Now if he was asked to stand on a tall building, he barely stood up, but he didn't dare to jump down again.

Anyway, you have to live, so why not try your best to make your life more comfortable.

What Qin Gou said was right, the two of them are the only ones in the world who know about the control center, and if Fuyou wants to talk to someone about these things, it's best to talk to him.

Moreover, Qin Gou's health is also good, his appearance is good, and he has no bad habits. They have been together for another three years, and they barely hit it off. It's okay to be a male favorite.

It was Qin Gou who wanted to be with him, as long as he was responsible for enjoying it.

What to do next was something Qin Gou should consider.

After changing his mind, Fuyou suddenly felt enlightened and relaxed, and even drank two more bowls of porridge.

Once New Year's Eve is over, it will be spring.

The ice and snow have melted, and last year's snow disaster can be regarded as over.

The old master and his students packed their luggage non-stop, and were about to go back on the road to visit the new princes and kings.

Fuyou took a rest and prepared to go south to collect poems.

The day before his departure, he finally "summoned" Qin Gou.

At that time Qin Gou was approving the memorial, Cui Zhi came in and handed him a bamboo slip: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fu brought it."

Qin Gou felt uneasy, afraid that Fuyou would tell him that he regretted it and that he would no longer be his male favourite.

He closed his eyes and quietly opened his eyelids, wanting to slowly read what Fuyou wrote to him.

In the end, Cui Zhi couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and said softly, "Your Majesty, this old servant will help you to see it."

"No..." Qin Gou handed him the bamboo slips, "Read it out."

Cui Zhi had no choice but to glance at the bamboo slips: "Yes, Your Majesty, Mr. Fu wrote 'Tonight, return the same way'."

When Qin Gou heard this, his eyes lit up, he pushed away the memorial and stood up: "Show me."

Going back the same way, it was Fuyou who asked him to climb through the window.

Fuyou "favored" him!Fuyou flipped his brand!

Qin Gou wished he could change into his original form, so he rushed out and ran for two laps.

He looked at Cui Zhi: "You've seen it all, go and get a new dress, I'll go to Fuyou's at night."

"Yes."

Qin Gou put the bamboo slips into his arms, then sat down, and picked up the pen to review the memorial again.

Before Cui Zhi picked out his clothes, he finished approving the small mountain bag-like memorial, threw away the pen, and walked into the room as if nothing had happened.

"Cui Zhi, have you chosen?"

Cui Zhi turned his head and saluted: "Your Majesty, do you want to dress brighter when you go on a date?"

"En." Qin Gou nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Is there any red one?"

Cui Zhi paused for a moment, and said seriously: "Your Majesty, we should wait until we get married to wear the red color."

"……Too."

Qin Gou remembered that Cui Zhi had said similar things to him a long time ago.

At that time he was going to marry Fuyou, Cui Zhi advised him to change into red clothes, but he refused at that time.

Well now, no chance.

In the end, Qin Gou still wore an old black dress, so that it would not be conspicuous, would not be noticed by others, and would not cause trouble to Fuyou.

This evening, because Fuyou was leaving early the next morning, the old master deliberately hosted him, Huaiyu, and a group of students for dinner.

At the banquet of literati, they always drink and compose poems.

Huaiyu couldn't hold back for a while, Fuyou was persuaded to have a few more drinks.

When he came back, although he was not drunk, his cheeks were flushed and he walked a little shaky.

Huaiyu supported him with one hand, pushed open the door with the other, and put him on the couch.

"Wait, don't lock the door anymore, I'm going to boil water."

Fuyou supported his head, leaned against the pillow, and replied, "En."

As soon as Huaiyu left, there were several sounds outside the window, but Fuyou didn't notice it with his eyes closed, so Qin Gou pushed open the window and knocked twice.

"Fuyou, may I come in?"

Fu You frowned, turned to look at him, thought for a while, and then remembered that he was the one who called him over.

So he nodded: "Well..."

With Fuyou's permission, Qin Gou went in through the window.

Kneeling down in front of him, she helped him take off his shoes and socks.

Huaiyu stood in front of the door with hot water again: "Fuyou? You locked the door again? Okay, you wait, we break up, you'd better never eat the rice I cooked, I'll kill you tomorrow you."

Without needing Fuyou's orders, Qin Gou got up and went over to open the door with ease: "It's me again, and I'm going to bed again tonight."

Huaiyu threw the water basin into the yard and said with a clatter, "Fuyou, this is our lost friendship."

This time Fuyou was not too drunk, so he stood up and staggered to the door: "Someone will take care of me for you, you can go to bed early, I don't want you to work too hard."

Huaiyu frowned, stretched out her hands and pinched his face, got angry, and finally turned around and left.

Fuyou smiled, waved at him, and then looked at Qin Gou.

His shoes and socks were all taken off, and he stood on the ground barefoot, so cold that he stood on tiptoe.

Qin Gou picked him up and sent him back to the couch.

Qin Gou put his feet on his lap, wiped them off, and stuffed them into the quilt.

Fuyou was still sober, not as drunk as last time. He sat leaning against the pillow and asked Qin Gou to wipe his face, while saying, "Qin Gou, I'm going to pick poems tomorrow."

Qin Gou lowered his eyes: "Yes."

"I'm planning to go to the south this year." Fuyou thought for a while, "Didn't I suspect that our small world is still being controlled by the control center? Huaiyu's health is indeed getting worse and worse. He didn't live 25 years in his previous life." ,Yes or no?"

Qin Gou shook his head: "I don't remember."

"He was a year older than me, and he died in the sixth year after me, do you remember?"

Qin Gou suddenly felt a lump in his throat, he really didn't want to think about these things.

He was silent for a long time, and finally nodded: "Well, it should be."

"There are still four years." Fu You looked up at the bed curtain, "There are still four years left, I plan to take him to the south, buy a small house, let him take good care of his health, and see if we can break this setting."

"how about you?"

"I've been picking poems nearby for a few years." Fuyou patted his head and said with a smile, "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

After drinking, Fuyou always talks more.

Fuyou had to stay in the south for four or five years, seeing no one, of course Qin Gou was not happy.

Fuyou stroked his hair: "Didn't you say that anything is fine for you? Don't make a sad face, be happy."

Qin Gou raised his head and smiled at him.

"Good boy." Fuyou said with a smile, "In order to verify my conjecture, you should also pay attention in the imperial capital to see if there is anything similar to the trend in the previous life."

Qin Gou nodded: "I see."

"I died in my previous life, and there are a lot of things I don't know about later, so I want you to keep an eye on me."

"...I know." Qin Gou said, "Fuyou, don't say that."

Fuyou didn't answer, but thought for a while: "There's nothing else to call you over, do you have anything to do?"

Qin Gou shook his head and nodded again: "If the control center really still controls this side, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet." Fu You thought for a while, "But if this matter is confirmed, neither of us will survive."

Qin Gou said seriously, "Don't be afraid, I'll check."

"Row."

There was nothing more to say next, but Qin Gou was unwilling to leave.

The two of them just stayed there quietly.

Fuyou was leaning on the couch, his eyelashes were half drooping, he was about to fall asleep.Qin Gou half-knelt in front of him, wrung out the towel over and over again, and wiped his face.

If he couldn't find something to do, he would really have to leave.

After a while, Fu You opened his eyes: "Don't wipe it, your face is already bald."

Only then did Qin Gou withdrew his hand, and Fuyou covered his cheek with the back of his hand: "What's the matter? The more you rub it, the hotter it gets."

Qin Gou said seriously: "Fuyou, your face is very red, did you drink a lot today?"

"No." Fuyou was also very surprised, "It's just that the old master said that you need to make a lot of tonic in winter..."

He choked.

Fuyou sat up, covered his face with his hands, and covered his face for a while, the enthusiasm didn't subside in the slightest.

He didn't know exactly what the supplement was, but the effect was really good.

Where he didn't notice, Qin Gou had already taken off his shoes and socks, untied his cold outer clothes, and sat on the bed.

Fu You turned around and looked at him with a frown: "What are you doing?"

Qin Gou said seriously, "Fuyou, don't you mean that?"

Fuyou said in surprise: "How could I have such a meaning? Go down."

In the end, Qin Gou went down anyway. Just like before, he knelt on one knee in front of Fuyou, bowing his head reverently.

The curtains in front of the bed fell down and fell on him, the candlelight penetrated through the curtains, his back was facing, his face was gloomy.

Fuyou was sitting on the side of the couch, tightly holding the quilt beside him with his hands, his fingertips were white.

It was also at this time that Huaiyu was worried, knocked on the door outside, and asked tentatively: "Fuyou, do you want to drink hangover soup?"

Fuyou shivered, put both hands on Qin Gou's head, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

Fuyou bit his finger and said, "No need..."

As the footsteps outside the door went away, Qin Gou raised his head, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and finally smiled at Fuyou.

Fuyou's cheeks were flushed, and the smell of alcohol did not dissipate in the slightest.He stepped back, lifted his foot, kicked Qin Gou on the shoulder, and said seriously, "Go out."

Qin Gou held his ankle and rubbed his instep to make him warmer: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Before leaving, Qin Gou asked him, "Fuyou, will you summon me in the future?"

Fuyou was wrapped in a quilt, lying on the bed: "Look at your performance, you are not allowed to send someone to watch me."

"of course not."

In the early morning of the next day, Fuyou got up from the bed, washed up briefly, had breakfast, and was ready to leave.

Huaiyu looked him up and down several times: "Are you tired?"

Fuyou sniffed: "It's okay."

After saying goodbye to the old master, Fuyou and Huaiyu headed south.

Picking poems all the way, looking for a livable place all the way.

Qin Gou was ordered by Fuyou, so he didn't dare to send anyone to watch Fuyou, let alone follow him.

He brought people back to the imperial capital, endured it, and wrote hundreds of letters to Fuyou a year.

I just didn't send many, only three.

Cui Zhi said that if there were more, Fuyou would get bored.

There was nothing inexplicable in the letter, it was mainly about Qin Gou secretly observing the invisible control of the control center.

Fuyou was very satisfied, and returned some bamboo slips to him, asking him to continue working hard.

Qin Gou was so happy that he took out the bamboo slips and put them under his pillow every night before going to bed.

He is crazy in private, as long as he doesn't disturb Fuyou, it doesn't matter.

At the same time, the situation in the court is treacherous, and fighting is endless. With the development of his power, Empress Dowager Liu is very afraid of him.

Qin Gou felt that it was a waste of his mental energy to keep pestering him like this. He didn't want to spend his time on these things, so he simply set up a trick, which made the Empress Dowager Liu and the Liu family trip up a lot.

Of course, Qin Gou didn't want to take over the government for the time being, and it was very troublesome to approve memorials every day.

So he finally reached a consensus with Empress Dowager Liu that Empress Dowager Liu would continue to handle government affairs and review memorials. The glory of the Liu family, supported by Empress Dowager Liu, would not be less.

Qin Gou even hoped that Empress Dowager Liu would live longer.

Qin Gou completes the tasks assigned to him by Fuyou every day, secretly looking for clues that the control center still exists.

Another winter, Qin Gou wrote to Fuyou, asking him if he would come back to present a poem. Fuyou hadn't seen his puppy for a year.

But Fuyou refused.Because he had just bought a new house in the south at that time, and was still looking for craftsmen to make furniture.

Qin Gou spent a deserted new year by himself, and asked the poetry collector who came to the palace to present poems to bring Fuyou's salary for this year.

In the second year, Qin Gou thought that Fuyou's house should be finished, so he wrote again to ask Fuyou if he would come back to present a poem. He said vaguely that it would be better to talk about the control center in person.

This time Fuyou agreed.

Qin Gou was overjoyed. That night, wolves howled in the palace.

The inner court panicked all night, and Empress Dowager Liu summoned people to hunt wolves overnight.

From the reunion to the present, Qin Gou and Fuyou always meet in winter.

It's like the snow in the small world is continuous and never stops.

The winter this year is still very cold, and the winters in the past few years have been extremely cold. The people are looking forward to the next year being better, but the second year is always worse.

When it was snowing, Fuyou came to the imperial city on a horse with a bookcase on his back.

The ground dragon is burning in the Yangju hall, which is as warm as spring.

Fuyou was brought into the hall by the attendants, through the curtain, Qin Gou's eyes fell on him in surprise.

When presenting poems, Qin Gou dismissed the attendants, and even the musicians who played the music were chased away by him.

Fuyou saluted respectfully and called out: "Your Majesty."

Qin Gou lifted the curtain, gave him a hug, and quickly let go: "I touched you again without your permission."

Fu You smiled, and said lightly: "Temporary permission."

As soon as Qin Gou's eyes lit up, he immediately opened his arms and hugged him again.

"I mean that time just now." Fuyou pushed his hand away and put down the bookcase, "Call the musician in, I'm going to present a poem."

Qin Gou moved the small clock used by the musician in front of him: "I don't need a musician, I know how to do it."

Fuyou sat down on the soft cushion: "Then you knock, the previous emperor also said he would."

It was the false emperor who used to ring the chimes when he was a fool.

Qin Gou said sternly: "Fuyou, I really know how to do it. Last time you asked me to learn how to play, play, play and sing, I learned everything."

Fuyou was stunned for a moment, he just said something casually after he was drunk, but he didn't expect Qin Gou to really learn it.

"Can't that Huaiyu play the piano? I can too."

Fuyou looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

Qin Gou also looked at him fixedly: "It's just that sometimes the wolf's paws can't be stretched straight."

Fuyou laughed out loud with a "puchi" sound, "Then have you learned how to sing?"

"I've learned it too, I know a little bit." Qin Gou felt a little guilty, "But..."

He really has no talent, he sings out of tune.

But Fuyou took out the bamboo slips and handed them to him: "Then you sing."

Qin Gou took the bamboo slips, looked up at Fuyou, met his expectant gaze, pursed the corners of his lips, and muttered something.

Fu You didn't hear clearly, so he leaned over to listen: "What are you singing?"

Qin Gou opened his throat: "Aww! Aww!"

Fu You laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't sit still, and fell directly into his arms, and when he reacted, he quickly sat up again.

In the end, it was Qin Gou who was ringing the chime while talking to him about the control center.

"For the time being, I haven't found any definite evidence that the influence of the control center still exists. It may also be because I don't know many people, and I can't judge it." Qin Gou said seriously, "The government seems to be similar, but it may also be a problem of the development of the dynasty. That's how it should be at this stage."

Fuyou nodded: "By the way, I forgot to ask you before, when did you die?"

Qin Gou lowered his eyes: "The eighth year."

Fuyou counted with his fingers: "There are still a few years left, let's see if you react by then. When I was there, the reaction was very big..."

Seeing his lonely expression, Fu You leaned over to look at him: "What's wrong? Did you cry for me in your previous life?"

Qin Gou raised his eyes, his throat was choked up, and he couldn't speak a word.

He moved closer and touched the corner of Fuyou's lips: "I've always missed you."