Substitute thought

Fu You was caught in the spacious carriage and held his head up so that the military doctor could help him wipe off the blood on his forehead and give him medicine.

Qin Gou sat on the side, folded his hands, stared coldly at the military doctor treating his wound.

The military doctor was so stared at that his scalp was numb, his hands trembled, and he sprinkled some more powder. He paused and almost knelt down to plead guilty.

Fu You hurriedly smiled at him: "It's okay."

The military doctor swallowed nervously, glued off the excess powder with a veil, then picked up the fine cloth and wrapped it around him.

Outside the carriage, Yan Zhi was directing a group of soldiers to pull the carriage out of the snow.

The soldiers chanted so loudly that Fuyou could hear them.

Not long after, Fuyou's forehead was wrapped with a thick white cloth, and the carriage was pulled out.

Continue to set off.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the speed of the march slowed down.

Fortunately, there was a charcoal basin burning in the carriage the emperor was riding in, so it was still warm.

But maybe Fuyou bled a little, he always felt a little cold on his body.

Fuyou secretly moved to the side of the charcoal basin, curled up his fingertips, and breathed on his lips.

The next moment, a black shadow flew past his eyes.

A piece of silver fox fur fell on the top of Fuyou's head, covering his whole body.

Fuyou struggled frantically for a long time before he found the exit and poked his head out from the fox fur.

It seemed that he accidentally touched the wound on his forehead just now. He raised his hand to touch the wound, but Qin Gou stopped him.

"Do you still think the wound is not big enough?"

Fuyou could only withdraw his hand, and curled up in the fox fur.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Qin Gou suddenly felt a little irritable.

Fu You could smile at the military doctor just now, but was dumbfounded at him.

How did Qin Gou know that he was not as good as that military doctor?

Fuyou didn't pay attention to him either, he was suffering enough.

There was no blood on Fuyou's face, he huddled in the fox fur, and after a while, his head stopped.

He is sleepy.

Qin Gou grabbed his shoulders with both hands, lifting him up like a chicken.Fuyou was startled, quickly came to his senses, blinked his eyes, and stared at him blankly.

Qin Gou hugged Fuyou in his arms, let him sit on his lap, pressed his head, and let him lean on his shoulder: "Go to sleep."

Fu You was afraid that he would fall, so he grabbed his skirt and sat awkwardly, trying not to annoy him, but politely refused: "...it's not very comfortable."

Qin Gou didn't answer, but hugged him tighter: "Sleep."

There is no "bar", which means that Qin Gou is getting impatient.

Fuyou didn't dare to provoke him, and closed his eyes timidly, trying to hypnotize himself.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep...

Qin Gou hugged him, careful not to touch the wound on his forehead.

Qin Gou inadvertently seemed to feel something in Fuyou's sleeve. He raised Fuyou's hand and took out from it——

Half an uneaten pie.

Why are you still hiding something like this?It's like a hamster.

Qin Gou turned his head away, took a bite of the pancake, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

The heavy snow finally stopped in the evening, but they hadn't arrived at the post station yet, and they still had to go for a while.

The soldiers lit the torches, and the line stretched out like a winding fire dragon.

Fuyou also woke up in the evening, he was woken up by starvation.

Stomach growling.

By the way, he remembered that when he ate pancakes at noon, he still hadn't finished eating a bit.

Fuyou opened his eyes in a daze, and reached out to touch his sleeve in a daze.

No, Fuyou was in a hurry, his cake was gone.

He raised his hand, shook his sleeves, and was held down by someone.

"What are you looking for?"

"My..." Fuyou came back to his senses before realizing that he was still sitting on Qin Gou's lap, "It's nothing."

As he spoke, he was about to crawl out of Qin Gou's arms, but Qin Gou pinched the back of his neck: "I ate it."

Fuyou stared blankly at him: "Huh?"

"I ate the cake you hid, and I will return this to you."

While Qin Gou was talking, he stuffed a square object into his mouth.

It's a bit bitter, is it possible that there is bitter sugar in this world?Fuyou frowned, the candy quickly melted in his mouth, it seemed a little fragrant, slippery and a little hungry after the bitterness.

Fuyou pursed the corners of his lips and thought about it.

The taste is not bad, much better than the cold and spicy one before.

I don't know where Qin Gou got so many strange foods, maybe they are exclusive to the emperor.

Qin Gou pressed his lips with his thumb, and stuffed another black candy into his mouth like a magic trick.

When we arrived at the post house, it was already night and the snow had stopped.

In the lobby of the post house, the fire was raging, and a lamb that had been peeled clean was placed on the fire, and the oily flowers sizzled and fell into the fire.

The accompanying aristocratic family sat on both sides, and Qin Gou sat in the center of the main seat, leaning on the tiger skin.He crossed his feet and tapped his knee with the hand on top.

Not quite like an emperor, but more like a copycat bandit.

Fuyou sat next to him, holding the naan bread with both hands, and gnawed it in small bites. When he couldn't move, he put the bread in front of him to soak in the milk, and then continued to gnaw.

Soon, Cui Zhi cut up a plate of roast mutton and held it on Qin Gou's table with both hands.

Qin Gou put his feet down and sat up straight, but called out, "Little Oriole."

Fuyou raised his head subconsciously, but Qin Gou didn't look at him, and just said, "Go and bring it to the Yan family."

The Yan family father and son immediately got up to thank them.

Fu You followed the sound and saw only the Patriarch of the Yan family and Yan Zhi.

In order to avoid being targeted by the family, the Yan family arranged for Yan Fuyun to pretend to be sick and stay behind closed doors.

Fuyou put down the cake in his hand, stood up, picked up the mutton, and walked in front of the Yan family and his son.

Just as the father and son of the Yan family were about to bow, they heard Qin Gou say indifferently: "No, he should be the one who salutes you. Sooner or later, the son of the Yan family will enter the main palace, so he is naturally his master."

To be in the middle palace is to establish a queen, and she is still a male queen.

As soon as these words came out, the Yan family, who was standing in the middle, once again became the center of the family's attention.

After all, he was His Majesty's favorite person in front of the battle between the two armies. Fuyou was obviously a little thing, just like Qin Gou called him, little oriole.

This is an insult to Fuyou, and everyone knows it.

But only the father and son of the Yan family who were in the whirlpool knew that this was not an honor to the Yan family, but also an insult and temptation.

Fuyou lowered his eyes, only to see that when he bent down to salute, Yan Zhi's clothes moved a little to the side.

Yan Zhi turned his body sideways, obviously unwilling to accept his gift.

Then Fuyou put down the plate and went back to Qin Gou's side.

After this incident, his mood was obviously depressed a lot. He just sat quietly, took the cake, ate it slowly, and only moved when he thought of it.

Qin Gou looked at it, but he was in a good mood.

After the banquet was over, when he returned to his room, Fuyou asked the little eunuch to help him bring his bookcase.

Fuyou took out the clean clothes from the bookcase, brought another basin of hot water, and walked around behind the screen to wash up.

At this time, Qin Gou was in the next room.

The dark guard knelt in front of him: "Your Majesty, I have not found the bamboo slips for Fu Gongzi and Yan Dagong, and I have copied a copy of the poems that have been circulated."

Qin Gou took the presented silk, just glanced at it, and threw it away.

Sour words and sour language.

He thought for a while, then asked, "Have you looked everywhere?"

"I searched everywhere. This time I went back to the palace, I searched for Mr. Fu's luggage, in the palace, and Mr. Fu's room in the palace, but I couldn't find it."

Qin Gou lowered his head to look at the silk silk that he threw on the ground, and curled his lips: "It's probably because he lost it, and it's nothing serious."

He let the guard go down, stood up himself, kicked the silk off the ground, and walked out the door in a good mood.

When he walked to the next door, Fuyou was still washing up behind the screen.

Through the door, Qin Gou heard the sound of water, and made a silent gesture to the two young eunuchs outside the door who wanted to inform, and waved them down.

He pushed open the door, walked in alone, and closed the door behind his back.

The post house is simple and has few pieces of furniture. Fortunately, I only stayed for one night.

Qin Gou looked at the screen, then walked to the table with his hands behind his back.

On it was Fuyou's bookcase, and Fuyou's clothes and scrolls were inside.

Fuyou's clothes are all old clothes, the fabrics are very soft.

Qin Gou rummaged through it with great interest, and picked out two coats for himself.

Of course Cui Zhi had prepared a change of clothes for him, but Qin Gou was too lazy to ask someone to go to the next door to get them.

After looting two pieces of clothes, Qin Gou still couldn't get enough of them, so he continued to look through them to see what other interesting things this little hamster had hoarded for him.

Suddenly, Qin Gou felt something different at the bottom of the bookcase.

His eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he turned the bookcase over.

After Fuyou finished washing, he walked out from behind the screen holding the dirty clothes he had changed.

The curtain in front of the bed was hanging down, and he felt that something was wrong, so when he walked over to take a look, he saw that Qin Gou was already sleeping on it, covered with a quilt.

Fuyou pursed his mouth, put the things back lightly, turned on the lamp, and prepared to go to bed.

But he just climbed up and accidentally touched Qin Gou's slightly short sleeves, and he always felt that something was weird.

Suddenly, Fuyou climbed off the bed, trotted over, and looked at his bookcase.

Nothing was missing, except for a pair of jacket and trousers, both of which were on Qin Gou's body.

less...

Fuyou walked to the bed and tried to push Qin Gou: "Qin Gou, give it back to me."

There is also missing the bamboo slips of his poems with the eldest son of the Yan family when he was young, which he put at the bottom of the bookcase.

He squatted beside the bed, pushed Qin Gou, and begged softly, "Qin Gou, can you give it back to me? There's nothing on it, just a few poems, give it back to me, please..."

But Qin Gou ignored him, turned over, and turned his back on him.

Fuyou cried: "Give it back to me..."

Qin Gou said coldly: "You don't sleep now, you squat like this all night."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Gou sat up, put his arms around his waist, picked him up from the ground, and threw him into the bed.

*In the early morning of the next day, the team departed on time.

With red eyes, Fuyou walked out of the post house slowly with his bookcase on his back, and climbed into the luxurious carriage with Cui Zhi's support.

Qin hook was already inside.

He was sitting on a cushion with two or three stacks of memorials in front of him.

Fuyou goes over and sits down, hugs his suitcase, turns his head and looks out the window.

Just at this time, Yan Zhi passed by on a horse.

Before Qin Gou got angry, Fuyou quickly closed the window, turned around, and sat silently.

The carriage started to move, and Qin Gou held the bamboo slips and called out, "Little Oriole."

Fuyou looked up at him.

Qin Gou looked at him, clenched his molars tightly, as if he wanted to tear something apart: "When I get back to the imperial capital, I will kill Yan Zhi."

Fuyou's expression changed, and he tried his best to keep calm: "He...he is Yan Fuyun's elder brother, if you kill him, Yan Fuyun will be sad..."

"Will Yan Fuyun be sad? Before you kill him, you start to feel sad."

Qin Gou kicked the memorial, pinched his shoulders, and pulled him over.

He pressed Fuyou in front of him: "It's okay if you don't kill him, come, please beg me."

Fuyou raised his head in panic, Qin Gou pressed the back of his neck and pushed him back, "Eat it like you ate cakes yesterday."