The king and his political opponents are innocent!

Since that day, Qin has been placed at Gu Qinghou's place.He likes the piano, and he takes it out to caress it every day when he has nothing to do.King Rong wanted to see it, so he raised his feet and came to see it. There was a little incense, and the light smoke curled up. The two of them were wearing thin shirts, sitting in the steaming warmth of the inner hall.

One day, Gu Qinghou got up and was used to looking for the qin, but it was empty. He asked the maid, and the maid told him that King Rong had taken the qin away early in the morning, saying that he wanted to compose a piece of music, so he asked Mr. Gu to listen in the pear garden when he woke up. Correct me.

After hearing this, Gu Qinghou didn't express anything, and sat leisurely at the dining table, eating breakfast in a leisurely manner.After a while, the meal was finished, and he looked through the bookshelf in the outer hall. The books on this shelf were all to his liking, but he had read them in the early years and learned them by heart.So bored.

The maid wanted to ask him when he would go to see King Rong, but seeing his indifferent appearance, she didn't know whether she should speak.

Gu Qinghou flipped through the book for a while, made two cakes, and went outside.In the yard, a little yellow dog and a little white dog were running and chasing after them. When they saw the pastry in his hand, they stopped their paws. The little white dog rushed over with a fat head, wagging its head, and stood up on his knees. , waiting to be fed.The little yellow dog stood far in front, resentful, arrogant, and greedy.Crouching down, Gu Qinghou whimpered in a low voice, with hatred in his heart.

Gu Qinghou broke the pastry into pieces and threw them to the little white dog one by one, and the little white dog ate it all over the floor.Gu Qinghou glanced at the little yellow dog, and threw a small piece of pastry in his hand forward, the little yellow dog jumped up immediately, and ran forward like a puff of yellow smoke, and the little white dog also flopped and ran, Two dogs scratched the grass on the ground and smelled it for a long time.Gu Qinghou squeezed the small piece of pastry hidden in the palm of his hand, and laughed softly behind him.

They searched for half a day but couldn't find them, so they dragged them to the pool, and they were about to go into the water to search. Suddenly, the sound of piano came from outside the courtyard wall.

The little yellow dog's ears immediately stood up, and it held its head up to listen for a while, then spread its paws and ran out of the yard, and the little white dog followed suit.

The sound of the piano was intermittent, and there was no other person in the mansion, so the composer must have started to work.

Gu Qinghou's feet were fixed on the ground, so he naturally wouldn't look for him.

The two pups left, he had nothing to play with, and the yard was quiet, so he listened inattentively.

Tsk, this song...

Gu Qinghou sighed and frowned again.

A quarter of an hour later, he was walking in the narrow alley outside the Shu Theater. The sound of the piano came from the small courtyard obliquely in front of him. Now that the day is getting warmer, he can see a bright white pear tree blooming through the courtyard wall. The door is a simple wooden door, with the words "Majestic Feiying" written on it, when Gu Qinghou walked up to him, he saw half of the wooden door open casually.

In the courtyard, there is an old tree that is more than ten years old. The mighty pear blossoms on the tree cover half of the courtyard. With a Baoqin on his knees, he played two notes with his fingers hooked in his left hand, and took a fine brush with his right hand to write down something on the paper.

Occasionally, a few pear blossoms fell on his hand.

He raised his head, saw the person at the door, smiled, put down his pen, and beckoned Gu Qinghou to come in.

Gu Qinghou walked in slowly.

King Rong smiled and said, "You were still asleep when I came, listen to my song."

He raised his hand, clattered a few words, then raised his face and said with a smile, "How is it?"

Gu Qinghou looked down at him, and said lightly: "It's not very good."

King Rong's smile stopped for a while, and then he laughed again with a pop, with a frank and knowing smile.

He pushed the Qin to the side and said: "Then come and change it."

Gu Qinghou sighed, sat beside him, carefully took the piano with both hands, touched the body of the piano, he said: "Such a loose piano sound, playing your melodious voice is really a waste of money."

Otherwise he would not have come.

King Rong smiled and said, "Please correct me."

Gu Qinghou said: "Why did you compose this song?"

King Rong replied: "The meaning of spring."

Gu Qinghou nodded, "I think so."

He meditated first, then wrote a few strokes on paper after a long time, and finally tried playing on the piano, making revisions back and forth several times.

King Rong lay on the stone table, resting his chin with his hands, looked at his score with a smile, and said, "It's much more refreshing."

Gu Qinghou half-raised his eyelids and glanced at him, he couldn't help it, and said: "Have you composed music before."

King Rong rested his chin on both wrists and nodded, "En!"

Gu Qinghou said: "Are they all so greasy and crooked?"

King Rong's eyes rolled when he smiled, "I like these."

Gu Qinghou glanced at him, didn't say much, just lowered his head and continued to record.

A young man dressed as a scholar, carrying a pot of tea and a plate of glutinous rice cakes, walked in from the outside. Looking at his temperament, he may be a companion or a book boy.

The young man smiled at Gu Qinghou, and stood aside from a distance.

Gu Qinghou glanced at it, and said in his heart: "Read with me."

King Rong suddenly spoke in his ear, filled his ear with his voice, leaned against him, stretched out his right hand and plucked the strings on his left side twice, their arms were crossed, and the distance between their bodies was no more than a fist.

The pores on Gu Qinghou's back exploded all of a sudden, and he quietly moved to the side for half a point, so as not to overturn the person beside him directly.

King Rong asked him, "...what do you think?"

Gu Qinghou didn't hear what he said in the first half of the sentence, he gritted his back molars and said with a smile: "Very good."

King Rong clapped his hands with a smile, sat down on his original brocade mat, and said, "Then you're done," he waved back, "Deer Boy, bring me some tea, I've been thirsty for half a day."

The scholar, who had been looking at the two with a smile from behind, lifted the teapot and half-kneeled in front of the two, poured tea for them, and served snacks.

King Rong has been busy here all morning, he is really thirsty and also really hungry.But he was also jumping with joy from the bottom of his heart. He picked up the glutinous rice cake and ate one first, then picked up another one, took a bite, and handed it to Gu Qinghou, "Taste it."

There were clearly two untouched ones on the plate, Gu Qinghou stared at the glutinous rice cake that had been bitten into a crescent gap, his eyes wide open.

He has never received snacks that others have eaten. In his house, he has always thrown the eaten and used food to the servants, but Gu's family is rich, and he will never let them eat his leftovers.King Rong...is this deliberately humiliating him?

When he was dumbfounded, the young man who was standing hurriedly motioned to him.The blood of Gu Qinghou's whole body rushed to the top of his head, his hands and feet were cold, and he hid in his clothes, almost trembling with anger.

He stabilized himself, looked at the companion's expression, tried his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart, and took the rice cake.

King Rong smiled happily at Lu Tong while drinking tea, "Have you heard this song just now, how is it better than mine?"

Lu Tong smiled: "I didn't hear everything. When will I open my eyes."

King Rong smiled and said, "Let's go for a while." He rubbed his stomach, and handed the leftover half cup of tea to Lu Tong, "I've been hungry for half a day, set up a copper pot for me, and have hot pot tonight."

Lutong took his half cup of tea, bowed and gave half a salute, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the reward, I haven't seen the prince so happy for a long time." He drank the remaining tea in one gulp, and continued: "Go People are so anxious to listen."

King Rong smiled: "Here's the music score, take a look."

The two put their heads together and commented on the music score softly.

Gu Qinghou, who fell under the tree, took advantage of this moment to casually wave the leftover glutinous rice cake that he had been holding in his hand far away, and the snow-white ball of glutinous rice rolled down into the dust.

The deer boy in the distance raised his head and smiled at him.

Gu Qinghou looked back calmly.

King Rong went out first, Lutong took a step slower, and bent over together with Gu Qinghou to pack up the sundries of Qin paper.

While folding the papers, Lutong casually said: "Your Highness is the eldest son of Emperor Ruiwu and Empress Shanyuan. Since he was born, everyone has held him in their hands." Lutong glanced at him, "When he was young, he was Spoiled, the leftover snacks and refreshments are handed out to others, and that person must be grateful to Dade and cry bitterly to take it away, and he has developed his disease, and will give others his leftovers whenever he is happy."

Gu Qinghou frowned slightly, still feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Lutong looked at him and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll just get used to it in the future." He wrinkled his nose, smiled playfully, and pointed at the person walking away, "He has many problems."

Gu Qinghou looked at his smile, this companion was comfortable facing King Rong.

The hot pot was set in Gu Qinghou's Shuying Theater, the maids arranged the plates skillfully, and left without waiting for orders.

There are dozens of dishes on the table, including meat and vegetarian dishes, four kinds of cold dishes, various snacks, and various ingredients. It is very complete.The cook of Prince Rong's Mansion seems to be a veteran of this stall.

King Rong naturally sat in the main seat, Gu Qinghou sat on the side, and Lutong sat opposite him.Gu Qinghou couldn't help being a little surprised, and then, King Rong got up, picked up two cubs, one white and one yellow, and placed them at the last table to accompany the meal.

The puppy is very well-behaved, sitting upright on the wide seat, looking at the billowing copper pot and pieces of meat, calm and steady.

Gu Qinghou was amazed and thought, it's good that master and servant sit at the same table and all living beings sit together.

King Rong completely disregarded the rules of not talking when eating. He picked up some slices of meat with his chopsticks and ate slowly, but he talked a lot of nonsense.

After the Ciba incident, Gu Qinghou was worried that he was at the dining table, and would serve people dishes whenever he was happy, but fortunately he didn't.

The copper pot was gurgling and bubbling, King Rong showed two smooth forearms, holding chopsticks in his right hand, and was joking with Lutong.

Gu Qinghou didn't say a word, picked up a chopstick of meat from the farthest mutton plate, and slowly, slowly passed in front of Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang's neck was stretched forward, and his four paws were restless.Slowly, slowly passing in front of Xiaobai, Xiaobai's wet eyes chased after it, and he hummed aggrievedly in his black nose.

Gu Qinghou put the meat into the pot calmly, propped his chin with the back of his hand holding the chopsticks, and looked back at the two of them.

With a pop, there was a chuckle behind him.

Gu Qinghou turned his head back, and King Rong was looking at him with a smile, and said: "Is it interesting to bully them?"

Gu Qinghou scooped up vegetables on his own, and seriously argued: "It's a bully to Xiao Huang, but it's teasing to Xiao Bai."

King Rong asked, "You don't like Xiao Huang?"

Gu Qinghou thought for a while, and said: "I don't like it to be overbearing, Xiaobai is honest."

King Rong nodded and looked at him with a smile, "It's rare to be strong but pity the weak."

Gu Qinghou was taken aback by his words, pity the weak?Does he have it?

However, he lowered his eyes, he didn't intend to analyze himself with the person in front of him, they didn't have that kind of relationship.

He smiled lightly, beautiful and polite. "maybe."

King Rong looked at his side face, only got a neutral answer, so he had to turn his head and talk to Lu Tong.He talked about sex better and better, and when he was happy, he ate two plates of meat, countless meat and vegetable side dishes and cold dishes, and a lot of indigestible snacks.

When Gu Qinghou is in a good mood, he will also indulge in eating, but there is a limit, and it will never hurt his stomach.

At the end, the maid opened the door and came in, and unexpectedly served three more bowls of sweet bean curd.Gu Qinghou touched the side of the bowl with his fingers, feeling slightly cool.Gu Qinghou didn't move.

King Rong loved this mouthful so much, he took a spoon and dug a spoonful, and then dug another spoonful, eating non-stop.

When Gu Qinghou was young, his mother often advised him not to be hungry and full for a while when eating, and not to be hot and cold suddenly.

Gu Qinghou looked at King Rong and said nothing.

This meal took a little longer, and when the broken table was removed, it was already dark, and the three of them felt full, warm and tired.King Rong occupied Gu Qinghou's bed, and leaned on it to talk to the two of them, while Lu Tong and Gu Qinghou sat on the couch to accompany him.

Gu Qinghou only said to rest on the leading pillow, but for some reason, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, it was completely dark, and Lu Tong had long since disappeared, and there were one or two maids walking around in the outer hall.

Gu Qinghou looked down and saw that he was covered with a thin quilt, and then looked at the bed, King Rong was lying on the bed with his chin propped up on his side, sleeping soundly.

The maids heard the movement in the inner hall, walked in quietly, and asked in a low voice, "Shall I set up your bed now?"

Gu Qinghou was taken aback when he heard the words, and after a while he realized that the maid was going to put him on the bed next to King Rong.

Faint as a candle, his complexion became strange, but fortunately the light was dim, so the maid could not see clearly.

He took a few breaths, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, cleared his throat, and said, "Just put the bedding in the inner hall first, and I will arrange it myself."

Just a joke, the last time he fell ill and lost his mind, King Ren Rong made fun of him.Now that his mind is clear, will he lie on the same bed with that person?

Gu Qinghou laughed angrily, pulled off the quilt and lay down, Ren Mingyue illuminated the whole room.

He turned to the right side and watched the moonlight for a while, but couldn't fall asleep.

Turning around and leaning to the left, he happened to see the hazy figure on the bed again. He only glanced at it, sneered in his heart, turned around, and lay down straight.

He scratched lightly on the quilt with his fingers, sighed in his heart, but still couldn't fall asleep.

Ugh.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he could hear all the sounds from the outside world more clearly.

The man on the bed moved.

The man rolled over.

Same as yourself, awake?can not fall asleep?

Gu Qinghou closed his eyes and raised his ears, listening to the movement over there.

The man turned over again, and then there was the sound of the quilt being kicked away, followed by the rustling sound of someone hugging the quilt tightly.

Then the man couldn't bear it anymore, and in his sleep, he said in a vague, low voice: "...it hurts..."

Gu Qinghou closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Is this a stomachache?The hot pot in the afternoon has contributed a lot, this person in pain is talking in his sleep.

His heart was cold.

The man seemed to be hugging the quilt and turned around, hummed twice, with his face buried in the quilt, he mumbled, "I'm thirsty..."