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Under the eaves of the carriage, copper bells swayed.

Qin Gou gave Fuyou no room to refuse at all, and he refused to listen to what Fuyou had to say.

He pinched Fu You's cheek: "Keep your voice down, the sound will spread outside and be heard by the eldest son of the Yan family, it will be bad."

Fu You knelt in front of him, and when he looked up at him, his eyes were red, and two lines of tears were silently shed.

Qin Gou's originally rapid breathing stopped for a moment.

He paused, pinched Fuyou's shoulders with both hands, and helped him up.

"Little squirrel, why are you so delicate? You obviously didn't do anything, and you cried before half an hour."

Qin Gou switched places with him, held him down, helped him untie his belt, and lifted up the hem of his clothes.

"Don't cry, just give it back to you."

Fuyou opened his mouth: "Qin...uh..."

The next moment, he quickly covered his mouth.

This is Qin Gou's direct and simple calculation method.

Pay what you owe, he thought it was reasonable.

Fuyou bit his hand, and pushed him with the other hand: "Go away...you go away..."

But Qin Gou was really like a vicious dog, a vicious dog that would bite people for no reason.

Fuyou was startled and frightened, almost crying from Qin Gou's fright.

He didn't know what Qin Gou was doing or why he was doing it.

Not long after, Qin Gou raised his head: "Pour a cup of tea."

Fuyou was stupid at first, he kept his initial posture and didn't dare to move, but when he heard his words, he came back to his senses and turned around to get the teapot.

Qin Gou sat in front of him, holding a teacup in one hand and his ankle in the other, taking off his shoes and socks with one hand.

Fuyou was so frightened that he wanted to shrink into a ball, Qin Gou grabbed his ankle hard and pulled him back.

"Step on me, you step on my head office, right? You are so delicate."

Qin Gou took two cushions and asked Fuyou to sit higher, then held his ankles and put his feet on his waist.

Like a vicious dog, Qin Gou stared at Fuyou closely, and let out a frightening, deep purring sound from his throat.

He looked at Fuyou, as if interrogating: "What do those two poems mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, it's just a scene."

"Are you okay and Yan Zhi what poem to write?"

"It's an exchange between literati, it's very common..."

"Really? Who else did you sing with?"

"Nothing."

"Why did you hide Yan Zhi's poems?"

"I used to be very..." Fuyou thought for a while, "I respect Mr. Yan very much. He has a good literary talent. I respect him very much, that's all."

"You almost became brothers."

"It's a lot worse. He taught me a lot, but I'm useless."

"He likes you."

"Impossible, it is impossible for him to..."

"you like him?"

"No, I don't like him."

"Say it again."

Fuyou shook his head: "I don't like it, I don't like Mr. Yan."

After such a series of questions, Qin Gou raised the corners of his lips one by one, looking in a good mood.

After a while, he took a handkerchief and slowly helped You wipe off his wet feet.

Fuyou tentatively asked him: "Can you return it to me?"

Qin Gou looked up: "What?"

"... Bamboo slips."

"Lost it."

Fuyou raised his voice: "Where did you throw it?"

"Little squirrel, lower your voice, do you dare to talk to me like this?" Qin Gou wrote lightly, "I didn't like it, so I threw it out of the window of the post house, and now you can't find it when you go back .”

Before he finished speaking, Fuyou lifted his foot, and with a muffled "dong", it kicked him hard in the chest.

Fuyou is always in a daze and doesn't react too quickly.After kicking, he didn't know how to hide quickly, so he was held down by Qin Gou all at once.

Qin Gou pulled him over viciously: "You just want to do it again, don't you?"

At noon, when Shengjia returned to the imperial capital, all the officials greeted him, and all the people kowtowed.

At this time, Qin Gou had already arranged his clothes and rode to the front of the team.

He rode a tall horse and entered the gate of the palace. In front of the Zichen Palace, where the officials usually meet, he did not dismount.

At this time, Fuyou was staying in the carriage, holding a handkerchief, dipping some tea, trying to wipe his hands clean.

Outside the courtiers kowtowed and shouted loudly, Fuyou didn't go out, so he hid in the carriage to wipe his hands and face.

Maybe disrespectful, who cares.

After wiping his hands, he quietly lifted the curtain and glanced out, but quickly put it down again.

He saw where Grand Historian Xu was, and Grand Historian Xu was in charge of poetry collection officials.

But... Forget it, he has already seen how Qin Gou can vent his anger, so let's not get others involved.

He figured it out on his own.

The emperor's dormitory and nourishment hall had already been cleaned up.

It was exactly the same as when he was in the palace, Qin Gou lived in the main hall, and Fuyou had to live with him in the side hall.

In the courtyard of the apse, Kazuki plum blossoms are in full bloom.

But Fuyou didn't have much energy to read, so he hurriedly walked under the tree and went back to his room to sleep.

He had just returned to the imperial capital, and there was a banquet for civil and military officials in the evening, so Qin Gou probably didn't have much time to torment him.

In the past, if there was a banquet, he, as "the emperor's favorite person", must attend, but now he definitely doesn't need it.

Then he can rest for a while.

He was exhausted, and Fuyou was injured, he really didn't have any strength, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

When he slept until evening, he was awakened by the sound of drums and horns.

The banquet has begun.

Fuyou sat up in a daze, and covered his face with the back of his hand, feeling that his face was a little hot, probably because he had slept for too long.

The two young eunuchs brought him something to eat. Seeing that he was sleepy, they thought he was sad that he couldn't go to the banquet, so they comforted him clumsily.

"Your Majesty was going to take the young master there, but when he heard that the young master fell asleep, he ordered us not to wake the young master, so that the young master can sleep for a while."

Fuyou probably didn't listen and just smiled at them.

After eating half a bowl of millet porridge, Fuyou said he wanted to go out for a walk, so they didn't need to follow.

Of course the two young eunuchs refused, Fuyou raised his hand to promise: "I'm not going to the banquet, I just want to go for a walk."

He promised again and again that the two young eunuchs were willing to let him out.

Fuyou put on his cloak and hood, put his hands together and went out the door.

The wind at night was so cold that it blew on my face like a knife.

Fuyou shrunk his neck, half of his face was hidden behind the fur collar.He walked to the palace gate, but before he got close, he was stared back by the guard guarding the gate.

The hard break plan failed.Fuyou took half a step back.

At this moment, there was the sound of wheels rattling not far away.

Fu You heard someone say: "Don't hurry up and let him go? This is Young Master Yan, His Majesty's favorite Young Master."

Fuyou turned his head, and met the eyes of Young Master Yan who got out of the car to be interrogated.

Young Master Yan was dressed in a fine attire, with buckskin brocade boots stepping on the snow, and walked up to him slowly: "Fuyou, are you feeling better?"

He has obviously lost a lot of weight, probably because of being tortured by other jealous families.It's just his air of showing off that supports him to continue showing off in front of Fuyou.

Fu You smiled, and said honestly: "I'm not very good."

"I'm really sorry. I didn't expect His Majesty to like me so much. He said he would protect me all the time and make me a queen. He has already hired me for our family recently. I didn't expect it at all."

Fuyou still had a smile on his face: "Then congratulations."

He always had no reaction, Young Master Yan's showing off was not at all interesting, he thought for a while, and said directly: "Fuyou, you should retire after your accomplishments, I will tell His Majesty to give you a little more money, Then let you go out of the palace."

Speaking of this, Fuyou is not sleepy.

His eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Okay, then I will thank you young master first."

"..." Young Master Yan choked, and he paused, "I'm going to the banquet, you go on walking."

Fuyou nodded: "Okay, young master, go slowly."

Young Master Yan turned to leave, Fuyou thought about it, and kindly reminded him: "You'd better be careful."

Young Master Yan snorted, ignored him, wrapped his cloak tightly, and hurried to the banquet.

In fact, he came here secretly. His father and brother always let him pretend to be sick. He has been pretending to be sick for more than ten days.

He had heard what his attendants said, and His Majesty personally said that "Yan Jiaerlang is going to enter the main palace", and he is the queen.

What are father and brother afraid of?

On the other side, Fuyou also sighed, after all he was the one who talked too much, Young Master Yan has the Yan family to rely on, and his father and brother to help plan, so it is naturally better than him.

He himself is helpless, and he doesn't know what is going on, but instead reminds others to be careful, isn't he just meddling in their own business?

Fuyou walked around outside again before returning to the bedroom.

He looked around and didn't even find a dog hole.

Also, how could there be a dog hole in the palace?

The imperial palace is a big cage inlaid with gold and jade.

When he returned, Qin Gou had already returned in the main hall.

He seemed to get angry in the main hall and dropped something, probably something happened at the banquet.

Fuyou ran softly across the corridor, returned to the side hall, and asked the two young eunuchs to lock the door.

It's none of his business, he just needs to be careful of wild dogs at night.

In the main hall, Qin Gou tilted his head and stared fixedly at Fuyou who ran past the corridor. Everyone returned to the room, but he was still staring at the thick night.

The hidden guard at the bottom stood among the fragments: "...Then Young Master Yan left, Mr. Fu told him to be careful, but Mr. Yan ignored him. Mr. Fu wandered around the palace for a while, and then came back."

After reporting the matter, he dared not speak again.

Qin Gou pressed one hand on the table, and tapped the table with his fingertips rhythmically.

After a long silence, Qin Gou suddenly pondered and said, "Tell me, is he messing with me again?"

The hidden guard didn't dare to answer easily: "I don't know the little one."

Qin Gou turned around, sat up, and rubbed the center of his brows: "Why does he always quarrel with me? He also quarreled a few days ago. He handed over the paperwork and said he was going to leave. I also taught him a lesson. After a few days of recovery, he went back again. It's starting to mess up."

The secret guard thought for a while, and said: "Perhaps... Mr. Fu is jealous, these things are related to Mr. Yan, he may be jealous of Mr. Yan."

Qin Gou rubbed the center of his eyebrows for a moment, as if he heard some novel words, and looked sideways at the dark guard: "Jealous?"

He suddenly realized, smiled, and said clearly: "Jealous."

The door lock of the side hall seemed to be empty in front of Qin Gou.

When Fuyou was sitting on the couch, hugging a blanket and eating snacks, Qin Gou came in.

Fuyou turned his head, and before he had time to get up, Qin Gou picked him up, together with the blanket.

Qin Gou lowered his head and took a bite of the jujube cake that Fuyou was holding in his hand, then touched his injured forehead: "Oh, my little oriole."

Fuyou was puzzled, did Qin Gou go crazy?

The next day was bad weather, the clouds rolled over, and it seemed that it was going to snow again.

Qin Gou got up early to go to court, and Fuyou lay on the bed reading, not reading a line for a long time.

He was thinking about how to pick poetry.

And recently, Qin Gou has been acting strangely towards him, hot and cold.

He was in a daze like this, and suddenly he seemed to hear someone crying, vaguely.

The cries grew louder.

Fuyou put away the bamboo slips, got out of bed, and asked the two little eunuchs, "What's going on outside?"

"Young Master Yan is kneeling at the gate of the palace and crying. I don't know what happened."

"Him? Why did Qin Gou let him cry outside?"

Fuyou stepped on his shoes as he walked out, the two young eunuchs quickly picked up their cloaks and chased after him.

Walking through the corridor, Fuyou walked to the gate of the palace, and the person kneeling on the ground was indeed Yan Fuyun.

He cried and shouted: "Your Majesty, please forgive my brother, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong... Please spare the Yan family..."

Fu You didn't know what happened, so he quickly stepped forward and called out, "Mr. Yan?"

Yan Fuyun raised his head, his pampered face was full of tears, snot, and blood from kowtows: "Now you are satisfied, now you are satisfied, Your Majesty wants to make Yan Jiaerlang the queen, but it is not me, it is I Brother! It's my brother! How can my brother...he can't..."

Thinking of this incident, Yan Fuyun quickly crawled back, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The two young eunuchs chased after him and wanted to wrap Fuyou's cloak around him. Fuyou pushed back the cloak in a daze, ran up the steps, and pushed open the door of the main hall.

Qin Gou was sitting in the main hall and waved to him: "Little oriole is up?"

Fu You stepped forward quickly: "What are you doing? Even if you don't like Yan Fuyun..."

Qin Gou took his hand and hugged him into his arms: "I knew that you were jealous of Yan Fuyun, so you wanted to leave arguing. If Yan Fuyun was replaced, you wouldn't be arguing to leave. Yes. Anyway, the two brothers of the Yan family are descendants of the aristocratic family, and it doesn’t matter which one they are in. Yan Zhi’s temper is better, and he won’t deliberately provoke you after becoming a queen.”

He poked his tail triumphantly: "Should you be happy now?"

Qin Gou's logic is always so hard for Fuyou to understand.

"you……"

Before Fuyou could speak, he picked up Fuyou and brought him to a wooden box.

He kicked open the lid of the box, and whispered in Fuyou's ear: "Bamboo slips, I'll give you all."

At this moment, Yan Fuyun's voice came from outside the palace gate: "Brother!"

Yan Zhi hurried over and knelt down with his younger brother in the snow: "Your Majesty, please take it back."

Qin Gou looked at them and smiled, then hugged Fuyou tightly, put his palms on his shoulders, telling him not to be distracted, and looked at himself: "Say, say you like me the most."