Dumb house with red locks and mandarin ducks flying

Hu Hai took off the golden ghost mask on his face, hesitated for a while and finally made up his mind to walk towards the study.

The little red bird who was eating beef jerky on the side shelf tilted his head to look at his master, decided not to follow, and continued to bow his head and work hard.It still likes such a spacious and bright house. Since the master's brother came, the master no longer lives in the dark and damp tomb.Well, this is a good sign.

Hu Hai tapped on the door of Ji Ji's study room a few times, and opened the door until the people in the room agreed.

On the bay window facing the sun, Fusu was wearing loose home clothes, sitting cross-legged just like in the previous life.The sunlight shone on his handsome face, coating him with a golden halo, making him look even more regal.

Hu Hai stared blankly. Although the face of the emperor in front of him had changed, his demeanor was still better than before. Even in a modern room, Hu Hai thought he had returned to more than 2000 years ago.

Hu Hai couldn't help but took a step forward, but stopped immediately.He looked down at the ends of his hair that had been scorched by the sun, and retreated silently to the shadow where the sun could not reach.

That's right, he is no longer that Qin Er Shi who can mess around and be willful, but just a ghost living in the world.

After Fusu put down the book in his hand and read it, Hu Hai regained his composure and explained in detail what he had just seen through the golden ghost mask.

"Long Wenduo who can make people obey orders?" Fu Su rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If this thing is used by the emperor, it will definitely not continue to be dusty." Hu Hai said carefully.

Since Fusu agreed to move out of the doctor's dilapidated small apartment to live with him, Hu Hai immediately bought a big and luxurious house.

Whether he is comfortable or not is actually a small matter, what is more important is that a larger space is the only way for him to breathe.Although Fu Su didn't mention the events of the past, Hu Hai felt guilty towards him. In addition, his temper has become more and more unpredictable recently. To be honest, Hu Hai is already a little scared.

Fusu glanced at him with a half-smile, even though he had been together for several months, he still felt that the silver-white hair and blood-like pupils were extremely dazzling.

Averting his eyes without any trace, Fu Su pursed his lips and said lightly, "You know who the two monarchs who used Long Wenduo were before, but what's the end?"

Hu Hai's heart trembled.

He didn't know what to say embarrassingly, so he just stood there with his hands down.Ever since he was a child, he couldn't lift his head up in front of the emperor's brother. He didn't expect that it would still be like this after more than 2000 years.

"Emperor Xin is both civil and military. He led troops to unify the Dongyi people in the southeast, but the price he paid was also very high. The Dongyi people had too many captives and could not be suppressed. In addition, he used troops year after year, wrestled with national power, and the people complained. King Wu took advantage of the situation to attack again, and a large number of captives turned against him, and as a result, the Shang Dynasty fell." Fusu summed up the historical facts he had seen in the past few days, and picked the closest conclusion from what everyone said.Emperor Xin was the name of King Zhou of Shang. In the Yin and Shang Dynasties, the Ying family was an aristocrat with unparalleled wealth and unparalleled wealth. Therefore, Fusu knew a thing or two about these secrets, not as the "Shangshu" said.

Hu Hai listened quietly with his head down. He knew that Brother Huang didn't teach him kindly on purpose, but was habitually discussing issues and sorting out his thoughts.If that person had the same ambition as Brother Huang, he wouldn't be standing here now.

"As for Yang Guang...huh!" Fu Su smiled contemptuously, "Then Li Shimin also killed his brother and murdered his father to force him, but why is he not famous forever?"

Hearing that Fusu, who was always gentle, had a sarcasm in a rare tone, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Hu Hai, who also killed his brother and forced his father.good

Fusu didn't seem to notice Hu Hai's strangeness, he casually picked up the history book at hand, and turned to a page exactly.

"After Yang Guang ascended the throne, he created the imperial examination system to select officials. This system has been followed for thousands of years. Later, he changed weights and measures, promulgated the law of great cause, developed the Silk Road, and all nations came to court. If you look at Yang Guang's past For half a lifetime, he can be called a Mingjun. Just look at him setting the year name as a great cause, and you will know his lofty ambitions."

The more Hu Hai listened, the more he felt his face was burning like fire.

Hu Hai felt that there were thorns in the words of the emperor's brother, and the words meant something, so he simply raised his head and went back to the original topic: "Emperor brother, do you want this Long Wenduo or not?"

Fu Su stared at Hu Hai's silver-haired red pupils, nodded after a while and said, "Yes, why not? Go get it, remember to be careful." Fu Su's tone returned to being calm and calm.

"Yes." Hu Hai took a deep breath.

But Fusu could no longer read the history book in his hand, and looked out the window at the branch of the tree that was beginning to reveal green buds, at the lingering and blooming cockroaches on the branches, and he never recovered for a long time.

He was about to leave, but as if he remembered something, he turned around and said, "Brother Huang."

Fusu didn't even move her eyebrows, she held on to the window sill with one hand, and without turning around, she just asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Hu Hai hesitated and said, "You... haven't eaten today."

Fusu froze for a moment, then looked back at him with some doubts.

Hu Hai said again: "Then when do you plan to eat it? Do you want me to order a takeaway?"

Fusu frowned slightly, his face was already displeased, "What do you think of yourself?"

"..." Hu Hai was still at a loss.

"More than 2000 years," Fusu walked in front of him. The two were actually about the same height, but they somehow made Hu Hai feel like he was looking down on him. "Have you wiped out your arrogance?"

His face was almost close at hand, Hu Hai had no choice but to lean back, and after a long time he said indifferently: "Brother Huang, don't you want to see me being submissive?" Seeing Fusu's eyes narrowed slightly, he smiled, and suddenly There was also arrogance, and he retorted coldly: "But brother emperor, in your eyes, in this world, besides Gan Luo, who else doesn't need to be submissive to you?"

In fact, he is not without grievances.In the past, he was also the most beloved person of the emperor's brother. Even if he feels guilty now, he will feel sad seeing Fusu's indifference and ridicule towards him.

Hu Hai stretched out his hand, pushed Fusu away, and said, "Then I'll go first."

"stop."

Seeing that he didn't look back, Fusu was slightly annoyed, grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Hu Hai was startled, and was about to break free when he was pressed firmly against the wall. He was aroused and stared at him. Fusu watched and said nothing.

Fusu's hand holding him was also a little stiff, he didn't know what to do when he looked at his brother who was silent but refused to bow his head.

He has always had nothing to do with Hu Hai.

Hu Hai turned his face away, his long silver hair covered most of his face, "Can you let go?"

The words were stuck between his lips.

After a long time, the man stood up straight, touched the corner of his bloody mouth, and said slowly, "Look, you're not completely submissive."

"..."

"I really miss the crab roe soup buns from the small shop across the street! Wushan butter cakes at the street corner! And the West Lake sweet-scented osmanthus and chestnut soup at the entrance of the hospital!" The doctor rubbed against the boss holding the ivory dice, thinking.

The boss looked at the wet window sill rubbed by him, and laughed, "I'll eat it tomorrow."

doctor:"……"

The boss watched helplessly as the puppet rabbit hugged his arm with both hands and feet, and climbed up like a monkey, turning his head to one side to avoid the wet arm of the rabbit.

The doctor was happy to win the round, and smiled, "Do you think Fusu will regret it?"

"In fact, when standing at a fork in the road of life, everyone will finally make a choice. No matter which road you choose, you will feel regretful when you look back after many years. Because no one knows what the consequences of choosing another road will be, nor will they might know."

The boss put away the ivory dice, picked up the doctor who was doing mischief, and clamped it, saying: "He never regrets it."

The voice fell to the ground, and there was no answer for a long time.

The boss turned around, and sure enough, he saw the angry expression on the rabbit puppet's face, but...it was still very cute.

"What's wrong?" He laughed.

"It's as if you know him very well..." The doctor Yu Yu said, "Well, it's quite familiar. But can you speak in a tone as if he is your wife?"

boss:"……"

The more the doctor spoke, the more resentful he became, "Or is it the tone of you as his wife? Anyway, it sounds annoying!"

The boss shook his head with a smile and said, "Are you jealous?"

"Be jealous!" The doctor turned his head.

The boss rescued him from the trap and said seriously, "You are my wife."

The doctor quickly turned his head back, kissed him on the cheek, and ran away.

The boss didn't go after her, but caressed the place where he had kissed, thoughtfully.

Then the doctor in the distance: "Hahahahahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha to catch me back to the balcony again."

Only then did the boss come to his senses, squinting his eyes, "I'm going to eat Wushan shortbread with crab roe soup tomorrow, oh, and West Lake sweet-scented osmanthus and chestnut soup."

"..."

The author has something to say: I couldn't resist writing about Hu Hai and Fu Su.

I'm a bit hungry and want to eat duck neck and barbecue...

To be honest, I feel that the more I write, the more I am biased. With such a sweetness, who would believe that the boss would leave the doctor and go with Fusu.How to do it?