Substitute thought

Fuyou didn't want to say the stupid thing again, he felt that he was already stupid enough.

But Qin Gou didn't know what was wrong today, so he pinched the back of his neck forcefully, insisting that he say he liked it.

Fuyou knew that he had better not disobey Qin Gou, if he wanted to live a good life and was ordered to leave the palace.

So he turned his head to look at Qin Gou, and whispered, "I like you."

Qin Gou hugged him from behind, resting his head in the socket of his neck, not seeing his peaceful eyes.

Qin Gou acquiesced that when Fuyou said these words, he should have a smile in his eyes, as if he was pretending to be a star, although it was silly, it was shining brightly.

He didn't need to go out of his way to confirm such a matter of course.

Qin Gou put him on the bed, and Fuyou unconsciously moved aside: "It's still daytime."

"I know, sleep for a while."

Qin Gou lay down beside him, hugged him, and did nothing else.

The tent was not put down, half of the hanging jade ornaments were removed, the half where Qin Gou was lying was still hanging, and the half on Fuyou's side had already been removed by Fuyou.

Fuyou stretched out his hand, but as expected, he didn't touch anything.

Qin Gou closed his eyes, pressed his hand, and hugged him whole: "Little squirrel."

Fuyou responded, "Yes."

"You recognize Yan Zhi, the eldest son of the Yan family." It was an affirmative tone.

"...Mmm." Fuyou's eyebrows twitched, feeling not very good, subconsciously turned to look at him.

"The aristocratic family is rampant, Yan Zhi is the most arrogant, I will take him first."

"He..." Fu You calmed down, "He's not an arrogant person, what did he do?"

Qin Gou didn't answer, just closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if he had fallen asleep.

Fuyou was anxious, resting his pillow on Qin Gou's arm, looking at his profile, wanted to ask something, but didn't dare to speak.

In the early morning of the next day, the palace purged the army and prepared to leave for Beijing.

Outside Funing Palace, Cui Zhi was urging the little eunuchs to carry their luggage.

"quick."

At this time, Fuyou also came out with his bookcase on his back.

He had sent the little eunuchs to carry the things that Qin Gou usually rewarded him to the carriage, and the bookcase was his own.There are not many things, a few clothes, bamboo slips, and a few books, all of which he carries on his back.

Cui Zhi turned his head and saw him, and quickly stretched out his hand to him: "Master Fu is up, this old slave is here to get the luggage."

Fuyou smiled at him: "No need, it's not very heavy."

Cui Zhi is old enough to be his father, he is embarrassed.

The two stood on the steps talking.

Cui Zhidao: "Your Majesty has gone to inspect the army. We can start our journey when His Majesty comes back."

"Yeah." Fuyou nodded, holding on to the strap of the bookcase with both hands, very well-behaved.

"Did Mr. Fu not sleep well last night? There are black spots under both eyes. I will get on the carriage later and sleep on the way."

Before Fuyou could answer, he heard the sound of horseshoes, from far to near.

Cui Zhi hurriedly walked down the steps, Fu You glanced back, followed him and jumped down the steps, leaning over and bowing.

Qin Gou didn't wear any armor today, but only casual clothes, his hair was tied up meticulously, his silver wristbands were tied with big sleeves, and he was wearing a silver fox cloak.When the wind blows, the black tip of the fox fur is looming.

Qin Gou rode a horse and arrived in front of Fuyou.

Fuyou lowered his head, obediently waiting for his orders.

Qin Gou didn't get off the horse, he let go of the whip and the rein slightly, and the tail of the whip slipped out of his hand and swept across Fuyou's cheek.

A laugh came from above Fuyou's head, he raised his head subconsciously, and touched his cheek with his fingertips.

Qin Gou, who was originally in a good mood, looked down for no reason when he saw his face.

"What did you do last night?"

Fuyou was puzzled: "Nothing."

Qin Gou sneered: "The mouth is good, but the eyes are bad. Who are you crying for?"

Fuyou didn't know how to answer, so Qin Gou raised his hand and patted his cheek with the whip: "Go and stay in the carriage."

"Yes."

Fuyou nodded, saluted him, and then walked towards the luxuriously decorated carriage.

Just at this moment, Yan Zhi, who was wearing armor, rode over, dismounted two or three steps away, and said back, "Your Majesty, everything is ready and you can start at any time."

Qin Gou responded coldly, then looked at Fuyou.

Fuyou was carrying his bookcase on his back, and stepped forward quickly.

"Wrong way, you go to the one behind."

Qin Gou's words came from behind, Fuyou paused, responded with a muffled voice, turned around, and walked towards the carriage behind which was loaded with luggage.

Cui Zhi turned his head and tried to persuade: "Your Majesty, the carriage behind is full of luggage, while the carriage in front is still empty."

Qin Gou glanced at him: "If it's empty, it's empty. If he's not happy, ask Mr. Yan to take him to ride a horse." He raised his voice: "Little Huangque, go and ask Mr. Yan to take you, go."

Fuyou turned around and called softly, "Qin Gou."

Qin Gou's expression was obviously unnatural. He paused, pursed the corners of his lips, and stopped talking.

He rode a horse, passed by Yan Zhi condescendingly, and tapped Yan Zhi's shoulder heavily with the handle of his whip.

I don't know if it's a reward for the courtiers - things are done well, keep working hard.

It's still the grudge against Fuyou's classmate and the person who almost became Fuyou's senior brother—very good, I remember you.

Kings or wild dogs are always confusing.

Fuyou carried his bookcase on his back, walked to the carriage carrying luggage, pushed away those heavy boxes with great effort, and cleared a seat for himself.

Qin Gou straddled his horse and stood at the front. When he turned his head, he saw Fuyou cocking his feet and half of his body leaning into the carriage, rustling like a hamster digging a hole.

Soon after the hole was dug, he took off the bookcase on his back, hugged the bookcase, and got into the carriage.

He was not willing to act like a baby at all, nor was he willing to beg for mercy. If he had been willing to give in to Qin Gou, he wouldn't be riding in this carriage.

It was he who refused to give in.

Qin Gou squinted his eyes like a tiger, let out a low grunt from his throat, then raised his hand and raised his whip.

The procession begins to march.

The vanguard marched two or three li ahead of time, and the emperor rode in front, followed by a luxurious carriage with six horses.The carriage was actually empty, with no one in it.

Behind it is the carriage with luggage.

The emperor's luggage was in front of the aristocratic family, and the aristocratic family walked last with their respective troops.

Naturally, the carriage for carrying luggage would not be too comfortable, Fuyou sat on a big box with the bookcase in his arms, and there were also boxes crowded around him.

The carriage was bumpy, it was winter again, the wind was blowing in through the gaps in the planks and the thin curtains, it was strangely cold.

Fuyou sniffed, and tightly covered the hand stove that Cui Zhi secretly gave him.

Not long after, the wind outside became tighter, and when the wind blew in, it was still mixed with crushed snow.

Fuyou opened the curtain and took a look.

It's snowing again.

Soon at noon, the herald rode a fast horse and ran from the end of the line to the end of the line: "Your Majesty has ordered you to rest where you are!"

Fuyou got out of the carriage, jumped to the ground, and jumped on the spot twice.

When the herald came back from the end of the team, he discovered that the herald was Yan Zhi.

When Yan Zhi passed by him, intentionally or unintentionally, he slowed down and turned to look at him.

Fuyou didn't dare to look at him, turned around and continued jumping in the snow.

The sound of horseshoes was far away behind him, Fuyou sighed and exhaled a stream of white air.

I don't know why Qin Gou wanted to deal with Yan Zhi, anyway, it's always right to stay away from him, so as not to hurt him.Fuyou thinks so.

Rest in place, but do not set up camp, because we will continue on our way in the afternoon.

At the front of the line, Qin Gou also dismounted from his horse. The soldiers who had been marching all year round quickly lit a fire, boiled a pot of water, and put the frozen water sac into it to boil.

There are also a few baskets of naan bread for the march, which cannot be cooked and are frozen hard, and are distributed directly to the entourage and soldiers.

Cui Zhi first picked out the best looking ones, and held them in front of Qin Gou: "Your Majesty."

Qin Gou took it, and he turned back again, wanting to pick a few more good ones and give them to Fuyou.

Qin Gou knew what he wanted to do, so he didn't care about it for the time being, but turned his head away.

Fuyou at the back was still bouncing around to keep warm. As he was bouncing, the rabbit fur hat he was wearing on his head gradually came loose, and was blown away when the wind blew.

The rabbit fur hat seemed to come alive, and it jumped far away at once.Fuyou was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran after the hat.

Stupid, stupid, clumsy.

Qin Gou looked at him and bit off a large piece of the frozen naan bread like a wild animal biting raw meat.

However, when Cui Zhi was about to find Fuyou with the cake in his pocket, Qin Gou gave him another sideways look.

Not sure about His Majesty's idea, Cui Zhi didn't dare to act rashly and could only stand where he was.

Then the soldiers brought the boiled water bag to Qin Gou, and Qin Gou threw the half-eaten pancakes to Cui Zhi, unplugged the water bag, and took a long gulp.

He put the water bag back on, raised his hand, and threw it into Cui Zhi's arms as well.

He raised his chin towards Fuyou.

At this time Fuyou had already picked up the hat, and was patting the snow off the hat, putting the hat back on.

When Cui Zhi saw Qin Gou's movements, he reacted and was overjoyed, and hurriedly went to Fuyou with the naan bread and water bag in his arms.

"Master Fu, let's have lunch."

Fuyou thanked him, took the naan bread bigger than his own face with both hands, and tried his best to take a bite.

Not only his teeth, but his whole body, even his eyes are working hard.

Cui Zhi smiled, and helped him unplug the water bag: "It's milk, Master Fu, drink some first."

"Thank you old."

"Master Fu, rest assured, you will be able to sit in the carriage in front of you in the afternoon."

Fuyou smiled, but didn't answer.

According to the rules during the march, after two quarters of an hour, the team continued to march.

Fuyou was still sitting in the luggage carriage, holding the bookcase in one hand and the unfinished pancake in the other, gnawing on it, it was too hard.

In front of the team, Cui Zhi tried to say to Qin Gou: "Your Majesty, there is still air leaking from the carriage at the back, and Mr. Fu is freezing just now. I asked the old slave to ask Your Majesty, can you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Gou sneered, "He made it up, he wouldn't even ask him himself, so why would he entrust you to ask?"

Cui Zhi's well-intentioned lies were exposed in an instant, and he was embarrassed and dared not speak again.

Qin Gou paused, and finally ordered in a low voice, "Go over and let him come over."

Cui Zhi was overjoyed, and quickly responded: "Hey."

But before he could turn around, there was a loud noise from behind.

Qin Gou turned his head suddenly, only to see that one wheel of the carriage loaded with luggage had sunk into the snow, and the carriages of the horses were tilted to one side and rolled over.

The next moment, Yan Zhi quickly stepped forward with a few soldiers. Several soldiers supported the carriage, and Yan Zhi hurriedly opened the curtain of the carriage: "Fuyou!"

Fu You covered his forehead, and when he saw it was him, he immediately felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, I'm fine..."

Yan Zhi took his hand and dragged him out of the overturned carriage.

At this time, Qin Gou also turned his horse's head and rode forward.

But he is too far away from Fuyou, not as close as Yan Zhi and Fuyou.When he arrived, Fuyou had already been rescued from the carriage by Yan Zhi.

Qin Gou firmly held Fuyou's arm and pulled him away from Yan Zhi: "What's the matter with you? You are injured every day, and my soldiers on the battlefield are not as fond of being injured as you are."

Fuyou clutched his forehead and stood there in a daze, blood dripped from between his fingers, dripped down on the snow ground along his fingertips.

He hit the corner of the box, but he didn't mean it, he didn't turn the carriage over, and he didn't mean to hit the box.

Qin Gou always scolded him very fiercely.

Without saying a word, Qin Gou took a deep breath, grabbed Fuyou's waist, and pulled him onto his horse's back.

He took Fuyou to the front, and told others angrily: "Call the military doctor over here."