Substitute thought

In terms of smell, Qin Gou's own smell was the heaviest.

Fuyou secretly slandered that because of insomnia at night, Qin Gou smelled of tranquilizing incense all over his body, he was like a walking tranquilizing incense.

Qin Gou released his hand pinching his nose, and asked again: "Who did you go out to see?"

Fu You rubbed his nose: "I met Mr. Yan, he seems to have come to pick up Mr. Yan."

"Oh, it's him." Qin Gou thought for a while, "He studied in the academy with you."

"Yeah." Fuyou nodded, "Young Master Yan and I also studied together."

While talking, Qin Gou suddenly reached out to reach for his belt.

Fuyou hid to the side for a while: "Qin Gou!"

Qin Gou held him down easily: "Take off your clothes, it stinks to death."

In the end, Fuyou was only wearing a snow-white tunic and took off his shoes and socks. Qin Gou held him down with one hand, and took his own ink fox fur with the other hand to wrap it around him.

Qin Gou fastened the belt for him, then let him go: "I'm going to approve the memorial."

"Yes." Fuyou lowered his eyes, stood up, and wanted to bow and leave.

Qin Gou lifted his foot and stepped on the hem of his clothes: "Who made you go?"

Fuyou couldn't help looking up at him, his eyes widened, obviously he himself said that he wanted to review the memorial.

"You watch from the side, don't leave." Qin Gou didn't look at him again, picked up a roll of bamboo slips, and said confidently, "Didn't you like staying with me very much before?"

Qin Gou thinks this way——

The matter on the tower has been explained clearly.

The matter of my late arrival has also been explained clearly.

It was obviously Fuyou's fault that Fuyou still had trouble with him.

He couldn't help making trouble with Fuyou last night, which was barely his fault.

He gave Fuyou something, and Fuyou took it.

They made up.

Reconciliation is the same as before.

He has always had his own logic, but he has never thought about whether Fuyou can freely refuse his rewards and orders.

Fuyou looked at him, and suddenly didn't know how he and Qin Gou spent the past three years.

Qin Gou was domineering and unreasonable.

Fuyou sat down next to Qin Gou.

He used to like Qin Gou very much. He stayed with Qin Gou every day, even if he didn't say a word, he would never get bored.

just now……

Fuyou supported his head, looked at Qin Gou's profile, and suddenly felt that he really didn't like him that much anymore.

Fuyou could feel that he was slowly withdrawing too much liking.

Perhaps it was these too many likings that gave him the illusion that Qin Gou also liked him in the past three years.

He asked Qin Gou a few days ago if he liked him or not, but Qin Gou told him not to say such stupid things, he didn't like anyone.

He doesn't like anyone.

Since Qin Gou doesn't like it, forget it.

Fuyou himself is also very tired, so tired that he doesn't have the strength to conjure up a steady stream of likes out of thin air.

When all the likes accumulated in the past three years are exhausted, Qin Gou will naturally get tired of him.

Then he can go out to collect poetry.

Fuyou thinks so.

He just sat on the side, quietly.In a daze, he knocked his head down.

Without raising his head, Qin Gou stretched out his hand to support his head.

Fuyou slept on his stomach on the table, his white and thin feet protruded from the furry trim of the ink fox cloak.

Still without raising his eyes, Qin Gou grabbed Fuyou's feet, and finally pulled his cloak to cover Fuyou's feet.

Fuyou didn't wake up until the evening, his cheeks were flushed from sleep, and there were wrinkles on half of his face from the cloth.The dazed look lasted until the night when I went to bed.

Qin Gou was very satisfied that he hung the jade ornaments he had rewarded in front of the tent, so he didn't tease him much at night, so he fed him a piece of candy, and held his hand, letting him make it for himself.

Fuyou slowly melted the sugar, and it was over.

The attendant made the bed, and Qin Gou fell asleep with Fuyou in his arms.

Qin Gou thought they were reconciled.

But Fuyou thought that sooner or later they would have to separate.

Same bed, different dreams, nothing more.

Yan Zhi, the eldest son of the Yan family, has also come to the palace. He should be preparing for His Majesty's return to Beijing.

Recently, when Fuyou was taking a walk outside, he often met him.

Seeing him from a distance, before Yan Zhi could see him, Fuyou turned around and ran away.

Yan Zhi called him from behind, but couldn't help calling him.

Perhaps because of Yan Fuyun, Fuyou didn't really want to meet Yan Zhi.

These days, the Yan family's own family is also in trouble.

Ever since His Majesty held Young Master Yan's hand on the battlefield and said he was the one he loved the most, all the aristocratic families who were planning to send their daughters to the palace all regarded the Yan family as a thorn in their side.

Make a stumbling block for the Yan family today, and bribe the people around Yan Fuyun tomorrow to make him suffer.

The Patriarch of the Yan family and Yan Zhi were extremely busy, but Yan Fuyun was still restless, crying and begging his father and brother to help him out almost every day.

If the Yan family hadn't tried their best to stop him, he could have directly run into the palace and begged the emperor to make decisions.

Early in the morning, Yan Fuyun held the vase again, and stood on the case: "Anyway, Your Majesty likes me, I was bullied, I will ask His Majesty, and His Majesty will definitely help me decide. Brother, you help me, I will go See Your Majesty."

Even though Yan Zhi had a good temper, he also laughed angrily at this time: "Idiot, idiot, does Your Majesty really like you?"

"Your Majesty just likes me, he said it himself, he said he would protect me..."

Yan Zhi turned his head to look around, and told the attendants to retreat.

When the door was closed, he lowered his voice: "Silly Your Majesty likes you? Does Your Majesty like you? Your Majesty doesn't want to accept the daughter of the family, wants to cut off the power of the family, and uses you to set a target for the family. It's about this time , the Yan family bears the brunt, you are still thinking about these messy things."

"Target..." Yan Fuyun didn't seem to listen at all, his eyes lit up, "By the way, brother, you can let Fuyou come to our house and make a target for me."

Yan Zhi was so angry that he dragged him off the case: "Say it again! Who do you want to be your target?!"

Yan Fuyun had never seen such an expression on his elder brother's face. Yan Zhi was always gentle, but now the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were burning with anger, which was very frightening.

Yan Fuyun was so frightened that he was trembling and couldn't even speak.

Yan Zhi threw him to the ground, and left without looking back: "If you have nothing to do, just stay in peace."

As soon as the quarrel was over in the Yan family's house, the hidden guards came to the main hall of Funing Palace and reported the incident exactly as it was.

Qin Gou listened and wrote at the same time, with a calm expression.

Until the dark guard mentioned Yan Fuyun's sentence, "You can let Fuyou come to our house and make me a target."

Qin Gou paused at the tip of his pen, then picked up the pen, picked up a bamboo slip that hadn't been strung together, and blew on the ink on it.

"Then Mr. Yan was very angry and got angry at him, saying—"

Qin Gou tapped the table lightly with the bamboo slips, rhythmically, once or twice.

The dark guard swallowed nervously, and lowered his head even more: "Master Yan said: 'Say it again, who do you want to be your target?'"

The sound of knocking on the bamboo slips suddenly stopped.

The hidden guard tentatively asked: "Your Majesty, do you want to get rid of..."

Qin Gou said lightly, "Go and investigate."

The dark guard was puzzled.

Qin Gou said again: "Go and find out who Yan Zhidu is friends with."

A few days later, the dark guard came to report again.

"The eldest son of the Yan family is kind and friendly, and has many friends, most of them are the children of the family, and some are the soldiers of the border when the Yan family was stationed at the border."

Qin Gou didn't look up: "Tell me one by one."

"Yes."

The secret guard started talking about Yan Zhi's birth, and continued talking about the time when he was studying in the academy.

"Yan Zhi knows most of the children of the aristocratic family who study together. There are also Yan Fuyun's classmates. To show off, Yan Fuyun often brings his classmates to see him, and so does Mr. Fuyou Fu."

Qin Gou, who had been silent all this time, asked suddenly, "What is it?"

The dark guard suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and continued to bite the bullet: "Young Master Fu is also Yan Fuyun's classmate, he has been a guest at Yan's house a few times, and the poems he sang with Yan Zhi during the banquet have spread, and there are still people now. Sing."

Qin Gou squeezed the pen in his hand tightly: "What happened next?"

"Later, Yan Zhi intentionally introduced Master Fu to his teacher, Grand Historian Xu. Originally, Grand Historian Xu valued Young Master Fu and wanted to accept him as a disciple. Unfortunately, Master Fu's grandfather passed away at that time, and he went home to observe his filial piety. , and this matter has been shelved."

There is no need to ask about the later things, Qin Gou knows it too.

What happened later was that Fuyou had not been filial piety for a year, and the new emperor came to the throne. He was 15 years old and was forced to interrupt his filial piety. When he came out to collect poems and presented poems in the palace, he met Qin Gou.

Qin Gou suddenly felt that something was about to escape from his palm.

In fact, Xiao Huangque was not as timid and stupid as he thought. His literary talent was once valued by the great historian, and his strategy was able to rely on hundreds of attendants in the palace to resist the rebels for three days.

He has a glamorous past of which he is not a part.

And with others, with Yan Zhi.

At that time, Qin Gou was still squatting in the cold palace, thinking about how to kill the wild dogs on the other side of the palace wall, so as to make himself a dick.

He seemed to understand a little bit why Fuyou was so obsessed with the matter of Young Master Yan before, and kept asking him silly questions.

Because of him, he also began to have a grudge against the eldest son of the Yan family.

In the side hall of Funing Palace, Fu You and two young eunuchs are packing their luggage.

According to the usual practice, when the emperor came to spend the winter in the palace, he would usually go back after the new year and the beginning of spring.

But this year's situation is special. Qin Gou eradicated the Liu family in the name of spending the winter, and he had to go back to the imperial capital to rectify the government affairs.

The date of returning to the imperial capital has been set, and they are about to pack their things.

The two young eunuchs quietly packed up their things, helped You to tidy up his books, and turned around to see the jade ornaments hanging on the tent.The two young eunuchs had their own affairs, so he had no choice but to walk over by himself, stand on tiptoes, raise his head, and remove these things.

If these things were not taken away, Qin Gou would definitely go crazy again, and he would be the one to suffer.

Qin Gou came in at this time.

He quietly walked behind Fuyou, wrapped his arms around him, and hugged Fuyou into his arms.

Fuyou yelled, and the jade ornaments in his hand fell to the ground, jingling, but the two young eunuchs withdrew and closed the door.

Qin Gou hugged him and ordered in his ear: "Little Huangque, hurry up and say you like me."

Fuyou tilted his head and lowered his eyes: "I can't say it, you said it last time, don't let you hear such stupid words again."

"It's different, I don't need to like you, but you must like me."