Substitute thought

After taking the prison photos, Fuyou and Qin Gou were locked in the prison of the control center.

Two people live in one room, they are inmates.

Eat and drink every day, and you can ask for it.

Fuyou said to the patrolling machine: "Please, I want to eat rice with tomato juice tonight, but Qin Gou won't eat it, because he is allergic to tomatoes. I also want some books. By the way, Qin Gou also needs a sheep bone. He's going to grind his teeth, or he'll be grinding his teeth on my neck."

The machine faithfully recorded his words and left.

When Fuyou turned his head, Qin Gou was "staring at him".

Fuyou felt a little helpless, knowing what he wanted to say.

Qin Gou's eyes lit up: "Fuyou, we're reconciled, aren't we?"

"Yes." Fuyou nodded, "We're reconciled."

When Qin Gou heard this, he rushed forward and hugged him, "Fuyou, I love you so much."

Fuyou patted his head: "Got it, say it a hundred times a day."

Qin Gou lowered his head and buried his face in the socket of his shoulder, revealing his sharp wolf teeth, grinding against the protruding bone of his neck, as if making a mark.

Fuyou leaned on him to barely stand upright.

So when will Qin Gou's sheep bones come?

Later, the control center met their request and brought books to Fuyou and sheep bones to Qin Gou.

Fuyou took out the sheep bone and gave it to Qin Gou, but Qin Gou didn't want it.

Fuyou was reading in the prison, and Qin Gou hugged him from behind, grinding his teeth on the back of his neck, until his flesh turned red.

After Fuyou finished reading a dozen or so books, it was time for the control center to interrogate them.

After all, the two of them committed a major crime and turned the control center upside down.

Fuyou tidied up his appearance in front of the small mirror in the prison, put on the clothes he had worn, and combed his hair.His jade crown was broken, and there was no headband here, so he kept his hair loose.

Fuyou turned his head and patted Qin Gou's head: "Wait a minute, don't speak casually."

Qin Gou nodded: "I know, I will listen to you."

Fuyou put his arms around his neck and touched his lips: "Good boy."

The control center has been very busy these days. All the people in the small world who were originally in the jars got rid of the settings and returned to freedom. The only thing they can control is the taskers they sent out.

The task difficulty factor of the tasker increases linearly.

The culprits were Fu You and Qin Gou.

Today they are finally going to be interrogated, and the administrators are gearing up.

Fuyou and Qin Gou were brought into the solemn and solemn interrogation hall, and sat down on stools.

The administrator gave an impassioned speech, stating their crimes, and then the old man sitting on the trial seat turned to look at Fuyou and Qin Gou: "Does the defendant have anything to say?"

Fuyou stood up, stroked the hem of his clothes, and raised his hands in a bow.

"I thought that the administrator's charges against me and my ... accomplices were fundamentally unfounded."

"From the very beginning, the administrators threatened me and my accomplices personally. They were afraid of Qin Gou's strength and could not kill him with their own hands, so they picked me out of millions of people and wanted me to use the Love killed Qin Gou."

"But love doesn't kill a person so easily. It just keeps torturing Qin Gou and me. The administrators supervise everything about us. When I was bullied by Qin Gou, they stood idly by; when I wanted to kill When Qin hooked, they encouraged him."

"It can be said that they have already threatened the personal safety of Qin Gou and me."

Qin Gou nodded in agreement: "Fuyou is right."

Fuyou smiled and patted his head: "Good boy."

"On the basis of the fact that our personal safety was threatened, Qin Gou and I stood together and prepared to resist. Moreover, our resistance was not so radical at the beginning."

"In the beginning, Qin Gou just cut off the connection between our small world and the control center, and didn't do anything drastic. But the administrators didn't let us go, they were still secretly manipulating us and everyone's every move. "

"This is how we staged our second resistance."

"I don't intend to criticize, but the fact is that everything is caused by the administrator's mismanagement and self-willedness..."

The administrator interrupted him sharply: "You are talking nonsense. It is our responsibility to manage the people in the small world. How can it be called a mismanagement? The reason why Qin Gou was executed is because Qin Gou's high score has affected all taskers..."

Fuyou Dingding said: "Management is not manipulation, should the strong deserve to die?"

"Can people in a small world be considered real people?"

"Why not?" Fuyou turned his head abruptly when he heard this, and looked directly at the person who spoke, "The people of the Small World beat you up a few days ago, and now the people of the Small World are dignified and upright. Standing in front of you, why are we not real people?!"

Qin Gou, who was sitting on the bench, stood up, pinching the iron railing in front of him, trying to break it down at any time.

The administrator who was asked was dumbfounded.

Usually I don't think so, but after comparing it, I found that Fuyou's speech is a bit literary, and he really looks like a literati from ancient times.

He was dressed in big sleeves and fluttered like a squirrel, which was incompatible with the cold and serious control center.

Fu You pursed the corners of his lips, and asked again: "Okay, if you think that people from the small world are not real people, then, what kind of law are you going to use to punish me and Qin Gou?"

"Promulgated by the Control Center in [-]..."

Fuyou sneered: "The preamble of this set of laws is clearly written. This set of laws applies to all administrators and taskers in the control center. Qin Gou and I are two people who came from a small world and are not considered real people. , naturally this set of laws can’t be used.”

"you……"

"My speech is over." Fuyou turned around, made another bow to the trial seat, and then sat down with a flick of his sleeves.

He has studied those laws in prison these days, and it is still somewhat useful.

Fuyou's request was also very simple, he would not accept any punishment, the control center must immediately send him and Qin Gou back to the small world, and close all excessive control permissions.

The trial lasted for three full days. In order to show fairness, the control center deliberately adopted the judging method with mixed judges and systems.

Three votes were conducted under the continued demands of both Fuyou and administrators.

Fuyou's logic is impeccable, so all systems calculated according to logic are on his side.

In the last vote, more than half of the judges also sided with him.

Fuyou and Qin Gou, who came from the small world, won a big victory.

A system wearing a suit and tie exclaimed: "So this is an ancient literati, I have a chance to take one over there."

The control center fulfilled the judgment, agreed to Fuyou's request, replaced a new batch of administrators, restarted all the small worlds, and took back all unreasonable permissions. From now on, it only controls the taskers it sends out, and never interferes with any ordinary people.

They originally wanted to keep Fuyou and join the management, as well as a quota for family members - for Qin Gou.

But Fuyou refused, he was really not used to staying here, he wanted to go back to his own little world.

The control center has newly developed the "Retirement World" system. Taskers with enough points can choose a small world for retirement. The control center will arrange identities for them. From then on, they will directly leave the task world, so that they don't have to kill them so cruelly.

Fuyou and Qin Gou walked back through this passage.

Before leaving, the administrator came over and called them: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Qin, let's go."

In the cell, Fuyou straightened his hair: "Okay."

In the supervision room, administrators are setting up their identities.

"Fuyou said that if you want the original identity, then just paste the original value."

Another administrator said: "He and Yan Wang are too arrogant, I don't feel comfortable if I don't punish them."

"You still dare to punish him? Are you crazy? Do you want them to kill him for the fourth time? You can't beat Qin Gou in terms of force, and you can't beat Fuyou in terms of words. Fuyou can also use guns. How dare you touch him? "

"Don't dare." The administrator posted the identity data indignantly, the screen turned gray, and a funnel began to flip, "Okay."

An administrator came over to take notes: "OK..."

Recording and recording, he suddenly exclaimed: "I'm going, you posted the identities of these two people wrong!"

"what?"

"Qin Gou is the emperor, and Fuyou is the poetry collector. You fucking made Fuyou the emperor and Qin Gou the poetry collector! Did you do it on purpose?"

"I'll go, really..." The administrator choked, and immediately disconnected, "Almost, Fuyou should...not fight over such a trivial matter...and that Qin Gou, isn't he still chasing Fuyou? Well? I will help him, help him to become emperor, the status will be higher, and the pursuit will be more enjoyable."

With a ding dong, the transfer is complete.

The two left the supervision room in fear and completely sealed the door of the supervision room.

From now on, we will not interfere with each other.

Only the prison photos of Fuyou and Qin Gou were displayed during the annual administrator training and administrator meeting.

"Look, look, people from the small world can turn our place upside down, huh? Shall we lose face? It's up to us to revive our glory!"

"It's up to us to revive our glory!"

Fuyou and Qin Gou smoothly returned to their hometown, which was freed from control and restarted.

After a period of dizziness, Fuyou sank into the soft quilt in a daze, as if he heard someone calling him.

She is a gentle woman.

"Fuyou? Fuyou?"

Fu You had never met his mother before, but subconsciously called out: "Mother..."

"Hey, mother is here." The woman hugged him, "Mother is here."

Another man said: "Sister, what's wrong with Fuyou? Why don't you give me another sip of ginseng soup? Just get a cold, why did you sleep for so long?"

"No...don't..." Fu You said vaguely, "If you drink any more, you'll get a nosebleed..."

The man said in surprise: "Hey, wake up, sister, Fuyou woke up."

Fuyou opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw a familiar person.

He was startled, his eyes widened: "Empress Liu!"

Empress Dowager Liu hugged him: "Silly boy, are you stupid? You call mother 'Empress Liu'? What are you doing so far away?"

Fuyou was stunned: "Mother..."

General Liu picked up the ginseng soup and handed it to his lips: "I just said I'd better have another sip, poor kid."

He pressed Fuyou's head and fed him a mouthful of ginseng soup irresistibly.

It was very painful, Fuyou frowned, and it took a long time before he recovered.

General Liu put down the bowl and asked, "How is it? Do you still recognize Uncle?"

Fuyou was stunned again: "I... who am I?"

General Liu turned his head: "It's over, sister, this child is really stupid."

Empress Dowager Liu raised her hand and pushed him away: "Shut up, don't say unlucky words." She took Fuyou's hand and said softly, "Your name is Fuyou, and you are the emperor of Daxia. Year. I am your mother, Queen Mother Liu. This is your uncle."

Fuyou choked, and couldn't help asking: "Is it my mother and my uncle?"

This time it was Empress Dowager Liu's turn to choke: "You silly child, what are you not a mother and an uncle?"

It should be that when the control center transmitted, something went wrong, and his identity with Qin Gou was switched. He is now the emperor.

Then... Qin Gou...

Poetry officer?

Fuyou was still seriously ill, so Mrs. Liu talked to him for a while and let him have a good rest.

Empress Dowager Liu gently tucked the quilt up for him: "Don't worry, there are mothers and uncles on the government side, so you should take good care of your illness and don't think too much."

Fuyou grabbed the quilt with both hands, and nodded timidly: "Mmmmmm, I see."

Empress Dowager Liu put down the curtain in front of the bed, Fuyou felt that he was really hot, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a daze.

After Empress Dowager Liu and General Liu went out, an attendant came forward and asked softly: "Madam, General, this year's poetry collectors are all here, and the list of poems has also been presented. I would like to ask, since when Would it be better to start arranging a poem?"

General Liu waved his hand, and said in a bad mood: "Your Majesty is sick and confused, and you still offer poems? Let's get rid of it this year, and send them away with some money. It's not a big deal anyway."

Empress Dowager Liu also acquiesced.

The attendant replied: "Yes."

When the news reached the posthouse where the poetry collector lived, it caused an uproar.

"It is the ancestral system for the poetry collectors to present poems. How can we say that they are exempted?"

"Is Your Majesty so ill that you can't even get out of bed?"

The tall Qin Gou, carrying a smaller bookcase, stood among the poetry collectors, with his eyes downcast and a sad expression on his face.

Fuyou was sick, most likely because of acclimatization, he really wanted to see Fuyou now.

He didn't mind the cancellation of the poem, because he sang out of tune.

Fuyou slept for a day and a night, and when he woke up, he felt much better.

He drank the medicine from a medicine bowl, while Empress Dowager Liu and General Liu watched him around.

"Hey, baby, drink slowly."

Fuyou's feeling is not very good.

Then an attendant came in and said something in General Liu's ear. General Liu frowned: "Still making trouble? Send some people over to watch..."

Fu You asked: "Uncle... Uncle, what happened?"

He was really not used to it. General Liu was his uncle, it was scary.

"It's the group of poetry collectors who told them that you were sick and would not present poetry this year, but they quit..."

Fuyou suddenly put on a straight face: "Collecting and presenting poems is an ancestral tradition, how can you say that you can avoid it?"

General Liu looked him up and down: "Your words are exactly the same as what those poetry collectors said."

"My health is fine. The poem presentation will be carried out according to the scheduled date. It cannot be canceled, let alone use of force. Send someone to appease you right away..." Fuyou lifted the quilt and wanted to stay on the bed, "Forget it, I'll go by myself .”

"It's very cold outside, and you'll fall ill again when you go out." General Liu pressed him back, "Okay, okay, uncle, go in person, uncle will kowtow to them to apologize, okay?"

Fu You hurriedly said: "I didn't mean to ask Uncle to kowtow to them..."

"Understood, Your Majesty, rest well."

Fuyou originally thought that General Liu was angry, but he was still a little uneasy.

But in the afternoon, General Liu took care of everything, brought him the list of poems dedicated to him, and brought him something to eat and play as if nothing had happened.

Fuyou asked him softly: "Is uncle not angry?"

General Liu sat imposingly, and waved his hand: "Why are you angry with you?"

Fuyou lowered his head and flipped through the list of dedicated poems.

Sure enough, he saw Qin Gou's name.

Fuyou laughed out loud with a "puchi".

The day when Qin Gou presented his poems was ranked at the back, and Fuyou didn't deliberately move the order forward.

One day, Fuyou sneaked out of the palace wearing a cloak, went to Hualou to take a look, and redeemed Huaiyu.

Fuyou hesitated for a long time, and finally asked his attendants to come forward to redeem him. After redeeming, he gave him a lot of money and let him go free.

To be honest, Fuyou has always felt that when Huaiyu met him in the past, it was freedom, but also bondage.

Huaiyu didn't dare to leave his side, and he was the only one he knew until his death.

To the end of my life I wanted to marry him.

Maybe... Huaiyu needs to meet someone he really wants to marry.

It is difficult for Fuyou to take on the big responsibility, so he decides not to provoke him anymore.

After finishing this task, Fuyou left Hualou with his attendants.

When he went out, General Liu was leading people all over the street looking for him: "Hurry up, hurry up! Look for them all!"

Fuyou shrank his neck, walked to him, tugged at his sleeve: "Uncle, I'm here..."

General Liu was so angry that he patted his head: "You... my sister is scared to death."

Just at this moment, Huaiyu happily walked out of the flower building with her silver and a small bundle on her back. Seeing such a scene, she couldn't help but look back a few more times.

On a snowy day, earth dragons are burning in the Yangju hall, and light smoke is curling up from the incense burner.

Through the curtain, Fuyou sat upright on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and carrying a stove.

Not long after, the attendants invited the poetry picker who had finished presenting the poem down, and brought in a new one.

Qin Gou's voice came from outside the curtain, holding back his probing tone: "My minister Qin Gou, I have seen Your Majesty."

Fuyou took a sip from the teacup, his eyes fell on the figure outside: "Free from courtesy."

Two sentences, confirm that the person inside and outside the curtain is that person.

Fu You smiled, and said again: "You all go back first, and the musicians also go down to rest for a while. I remember that Qin Gou can ring the chime bell, can't he?"

Qin Gou bowed: "Return to Your Majesty, yes, I will ring the bell."

"Well, then you knock."

"Yes."

The attendants all retreated, Qin Gou set up the chime, knelt down on the cushion, and tapped it with a small wooden hammer.

Fuyou put down the teacup, fell on the couch, propped his head.

After listening for a while, he asked again: "Why do you only ring the bell and not sing? What about your poems?"

Qin Gou choked for a moment: "If Your Majesty is not afraid of getting your ears dirty, then I will sing."

"It's your job as a poetry picker to present poems. How can you say you have dirty ears?"

Qin Gou cleared his throat in a low voice, and then began to sing poetry.

As soon as he opened his voice, Fuyou couldn't help but plug his ears: "Qin Gou, do you have a word to tune?"

Before Qin Gou came, he was taught by some old poetry collectors, but in the end, they all shook their heads and left.

Can't teach.

Qin Gou stood up, opened the curtain, and stepped forward, "Fuyou, you're making fun of me again."

Fuyou supported his head, raised the corners of his lips towards him, and tilted his feet triumphantly: "The poetry picker wants to present poems outside, so he can't come in to disturb His Majesty."

Qin Gou pursed his lips, but finally withdrew.

He rang the chime for a while and didn't sing any more.

Later, the attendants guessed that it was almost time, so they knocked on the door outside and asked softly, "Your Majesty, the next poetry picker has arrived."

Fuyou responded, "Okay, Qin Hook will finish knocking soon."

Qin Gou stood up and lifted the curtain again: "Fuyou, I'm leaving."

Fuyou nodded: "Well, let's go."

Unwilling to give up, Qin Gou asked again, "I'm really leaving."

Fu You knew what he meant, and waved to him: "Come here."

Qin Gou walked to the couch, Fuyou grabbed his skirt and made him bend down, while he raised his head slightly and pecked him on the face.

Fuyou let go of his hand: "Okay, you go down."

Qin Gou looked down at him, refusing to leave.

Fu You frowned: "I want more? No more, there is only one every day." He sat up, and wrapped his hands around Qin Gou's neck: "Okay, we meet again today, I'll give you one more, and tomorrow there will only be one."

Qin hook wrapped his arms around his waist: "OK."

When Qin Gou, the poetry picker, came out of the Yangju Hall, the corner of his lips seemed to be cut by something, and there were blood beads.

Only wolves have ever bitten people, and Fuyou was the first person to bite a wolf.

Today's poetry collectors have all finished their poems. After dinner, it's getting late.

Fuyou washed up, read a book for a while, and was about to fall asleep.

The attendants put down the curtains, blew out the candles, and then went to the side hall to stay.

Fuyou doesn't let them keep vigil at the gate, they can only stay in the side hall.

The heating in the Yangju Hall was sufficient, and Fuyou fans were stunned by the fumes.

Suddenly, someone who sneaked in sneaked in, gently pushed open the door of the inner room, walked to the couch, lifted the curtain, knelt down beside Fuyou, and softly called out: "Fuyou."

Fuyou hummed twice, but didn't wake up.

The man pinched the tip of Fuyou's nose with a cold hand: "Fuyou."

Fuyou was woken up by him, and he hummed and asked, "Who?"

Qin Gou smiled: "It's me."

"Huh?" Fuyou was startled and came to his senses, "Qin Gou, how did you come in?"

"I want to see you, so I told the eunuch who brought me in, I admire His Majesty's demeanor, and I want to serve you up close. I gave him a little money, and he let me pay for tonight."

"Can it still be like this?" Fuyou tugged at his sleeve, "Then you are wearing eunuch's clothes now?"

"Ah."

Fu You smiled and stretched his waist: "You wear eunuch's clothes, you haven't become a eunuch, have you?"

Qin Gou held his hand, held his hand, and said seriously, "No."

Fuyou still smiled, and squeezed his hands tightly while smiling.Qin Gou lowered his head, suppressing the painful grunt from his throat.

After a long while, Qin Gou asked in a low voice, "Fuyou, it's cold outside, can I go up?"

Fuyou asked him back: "Where do you want to go? A bed?"

"Ah."

But Fuyou asked him: "Qin Gou, who am I?"

Qin Gou replied: "You are Fuyou, a free little oriole."

Fuyou hooked the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and tugged at him: "Okay, come up."

Qin Gou untied the eunuch's clothes and got on the couch.

The curtain floated up and down, and the silver light of the moonlight poured all over the ground.