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On the eve of Fu Xiru's return to Beijing, the little emperor had a dream. He dreamed that the Hanyuan Hall sank into the ground. He sat upright in the darkness, surrounded by the sound of snakes, insects, rats and ants crawling.

When he first succeeded to the throne three or five years ago, this kind of dream made him afraid, but now, he just sat upright and raised his hands to clap his hands.

The glazed cups light up one after another, and the long wind blows on the face with the smell of water, and the soft curtain shakes with the wind, and the shadows are still in the shadows, singing and dancing.There are beauties and wine in the hall, and the lonely king in the hall. A sword is placed on the table, and red silk is piled in the half-open long red lacquer box, surrounded by a shark skin scabbard, with a sharp edge like autumn water.

The little emperor woke up in the early hours of the morning, and the beauty beside his pillow was the little Concubine Pan who was sleeping last night. Her hair was like water, her sleeping face was like lotus petals, and her fingertips were covered with fine powder, which seemed to be dyed the color of spring flowers. .

He hugged the brocade quilt and sat up, without giving Xi Wei Chen Guang and Hai Tang Chun Sleeping a glance, closed his eyes and listened carefully, after a while he muttered to himself: "It's snowing."

The first snow this winter fell on the day of the winter solstice.

After ascending to the throne, Wei Liao quickly got used to holding great power in his hands. After Fu Xiru left Beijing, he even got used to being alone. Even now, even sleeping next to others soundly is the same as sleeping alone.

After he got up to wash and take a bath, he heard an eunuch report from the corridor, saying that Fu Xiru had entered the city and was coming all the way from the imperial street to see him, the reunited emperor after a long absence.

Wei Liao looked from the inside of the hall, and saw dense snowflakes and catkins spreading all over the sky, the eunuch's shoulders also fell a layer, kneeling at the door to answer, his body was as straight as a wicker.When he heard such unexpected news, he only raised his eyebrows slightly: "Didn't it mean that there are still three or four days to go, why did you enter the city?"

It seems that I can't wait.

The eunuch was able to serve as a close servant in the palace, so he was naturally capable, so he didn't raise his head when he heard the words, and replied: "It is said that he travels day and night."

"Oh." Wei Liao looked away thoughtfully, and even had time to smile, but he didn't know who he was looking at.

The palace servants came to change his clothes. He opened his arms, facing the strange rockery with fresh snow piled up outside the half-rolled curtain, and the frozen lake, he suddenly tilted his head, and his long hair slipped out of his collar, especially a little wet Angry, the mole on the bottom of the eye moved with the squinting of the eyes, inexplicably more naive and ignorant of the world.

The royal family of the Wei family has a peculiar lineage. It is said that they are descendants of the Hu people, who worship the gods of nature.This lineage has been handed down to this day, but in fact there is not much left, only the indigo pattern around the body, and the eye color is different from others. Over time, it has become a proof of Tianhuang's status as a nobleman, like some kind of glory bestowed by heaven.

The patterns are complicated and beautiful, but their positions vary from person to person. From the back of Wei Liao's hand to his forearm, it looks like endlessly entangled tattoos, disappearing upwards like flowing water. With his dark blue eyes, he often looks at people. It's frightening, Regal and this peculiarity are entangled, indistinguishable from each other.

He has a handsome appearance, fair complexion, and a pearl-like shimmer in the dark, but it is the kind that cannot be stared at directly. He often looks down at others from a high position, so he reveals an inviolable indifference, and looks at his own face in the mirror. face, it is inevitable to give birth to a little trance.

Fu Xiru's return reminded him of the past.

At that time, there was a fragrance of algae on a moonlit night, and he was still the king of Langya, sneaking all the way from Lantai to the bank of Weiyang Pool, Fu Xiru stood there waiting for him, like a jade mountain ascending, the light shining on people, shining brightly in the dark night.Hearing his footsteps, he turned his head and smiled a little.

Fu Xiru came from a wealthy family, was well-educated, and was amiable, but with a kind of gentleness that was quite restrained and alienated. Seeing him like this, Wei Liao couldn't help but want to see him do something disgraceful, and show an expression that was more than capable.

He often succeeds.

After many years, thinking of Fu Xiru who may have changed beyond recognition, he still has this kind of interest, so he smiled and walked outside the hall without looking back: "Have the plum blossoms in the Tingyun Pavilion bloomed?"

The palace servants chased after him and covered him with a collar of crane feather fur, and hurriedly cleared the way, lest someone might run into him.

Concubine Pan just woke up, put on her clothes and came out, only to see his back, wanted to follow, took another two steps back, turned her head and asked the palace servant with lowered brows: "Where is Your Majesty going?"

This is not her Yilan Palace, the palace servants are all dumb-mouthed, shaking their heads without saying a word.Little Concubine Pan couldn't ask, anger floated up on her face, but quickly suppressed it, she thought to herself, and turned back to the inner hall.

She always got up later than Wei Liao when she went to bed.This may be a kind of extraordinarily considerate, or it may be that he doesn't care about her.After all, even if she favors the sixth palace, she has never had the favor of the pepper house, the joy of the thrush, and when she wakes up in the morning, she sleeps with a cold blanket, as if falling asleep alone.

After returning to the Yilan Palace, his confidants had already found out the news: "Master Fu entered the palace today, and His Majesty summoned him at the Tingyun Pavilion."

Wei Liao has always been self-indulgent, and he was like this when he was not enthroned. Little Concubine Pan had heard of it at that time, let alone being with him day and night now?

"Tingyun Pavilion?" She read the name twice, thinking about it, but she had no clue, so she had to put it down.

Wei Liao was sitting in the Tingyun Pavilion, the windows on all sides were half opened, the cypress branches and honeysuckle that had just been thrown into the Boshan stove were burning with a clear smell, tea was burning on the red clay stove, and he held a cup of honey in his hand. Water, moistens the lips a little.

This is the best place in the palace to appreciate plum blossoms. The first emperor built it in Japan, and when Wei Liao ascended the throne and practiced it, he loved the scenery here so much that he repaired it again.There are tens of thousands of plum blossoms inside, most of which are red plum blossoms. When they bloom, they are like a cloud of clouds. They are also very beautiful in the snow scene and have a good fragrance. Therefore, Wei Liao does not like to use strong spices when burning incense to get rid of carbon gas. Instead, he uses dried flowers and Cypress branches.I usually use dried plum blossoms, but today I used honeysuckle to refresh my mind because it was morning.

He is naturally angry and bloody, and he is often difficult to serve when he wakes up early. The people around him are used to it, knowing his various taboos, laying out the things for appreciating plum blossoms, waiting for him to sit, and then he fell into samadhi and quietly dropped the needle. can be heard.

Wei Liao took another sip of honey water, the impatience on his face finally faded away, and he sat lazily on the couch with his fur coat in his arms, waiting for the palace servants to bring Fu Xiru who had been separated for many years.

If it was the him two or three years ago, even though his expression was lazy, his heart would probably be happy, not only for the reunion after a long absence, but also for Fu Xiru.

After ascending the throne, he almost couldn't wait to knead Fu Xiru like a clay dough figure. He wished that he could become what he wanted in an instant. Using the majesty and the throne made him have to bow his head and submit. Was bitten hard.At that time, he was too young and lacked patience, and besides, there were so many things to play with after he ascended the throne, it was not difficult to let go of Fu Xiru, so he was relegated to Beijing rashly, and went to the desolate and uninhabited area of ​​​​Niaobushi to become a governor. He even thought that he would always admit defeat, seek forgiveness, and return to the capital.

It is true that Fu Xiru has returned to Beijing now, but Wei Liao definitely did not win this long struggle.

He was so gloomy in his heart, but he managed to remain calm during all these years of suffering. When he thought of this kind of thing, his heart was as cold as ice, and he couldn't see it in his expression.

He really wanted to see if Fu Xiru had also changed, and what kind of person he had become.

He threw Fu Xiru out of the capital, and cut the power of the Fu family to pieces. Does Fu Xiru hate him?

It's better to hate, so that they can still be evenly matched and fight for another three to five years.

Fu Xiru was passing through the Wuji Gate at this time.

His official rank and title are not enough to ride horses and sedan chairs in the palace. Fortunately, after all, he is proficient in bowing horses, and it is not difficult to brave the wind and snow to reach the Tingyun Pavilion.

Fu Xiru at least knew this, but no one in the world knew Wei Liao's temperament better than him, and most of them still resented him. It has always been Wei Liao's specialty to toss people quietly.

If it was Fu Xiru's body, he wouldn't even bother to pretend to be calm, bossing around, kicking his nose and face, a temperament that could not be changed in 100 years.

From this point of view, Fu Xiru felt familiar and intimate, and couldn't help showing a smile.

The eunuch who led him to the Tingyun Pavilion originally cursed in his heart that the female official who assigned him this hard job was unreliable and would harm him, fearing that Fu Xiru would be angry.He is a courtier, it is not a problem at all to make things difficult for a palace man, but it will be bad luck for him.So he kept watching Fu Xiru's indistinguishable expression in the wind and snow, seeing him laughing made him shudder.

Seeing that he hadn't moved much, he felt relieved, seeing the upturned eaves of the Tingyun Pavilion, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"arrive."

Fu Xiru stood still, looked up at the plaque that read "Standing Clouds and Reflecting the Moon", and his expression became bewildered.

He didn't know whether Wei Liao chose to reunite here because he wanted to remind him of old feelings, or to arouse old grievances, but it was always Wei Liao's unique kind of careless and childish desire for revenge.

Seeing him stop, the eunuch also stopped, waiting for orders. Fu Xiru knew that he was going to answer, so it was not good to waste time, not to mention that it was not a good job to stand at the door in the wind and snow, so he just sent him away and went to the office alone. walk.

When he was in Beijing, because he was favored by the late emperor's beloved son Langya King, he often came and went in the palace, he knew many people, they were well-connected, and he was often courted.Nowadays, people in the palace change like new branches and dead leaves, and he himself is considered a new face in the palace. Along the way, those who sweep the snow are still sweeping the snow, and those who are on the road are still on their way. Some people are walking forward with tangerines in their hands. Followed without hesitation, and arrived at the Meiting where Shengjia was.

When it was first built here, Wei Liao once wanted to mention a plaque called Chenxiang Pavilion, but Fu Xiru couldn't stand it, so after many times of persuasion, he finally built a straightforward but appropriate Mei Pavilion, which avoided the torture of feeling uncomfortable every time he entered .

The name hasn't changed either.

Seeing the acquaintance Ziqiong coming up, Fu Xiru felt more and more that the time in the palace was so long, after all, some things remained.

He also smiled: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

It was as if he hadn't been exiled from Beijing for five years, but went to Suzhou to get the new plum blossoms that Wei Liao wanted, brushed off the snowflakes on his body, and then turned around.