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Yuanzheng Day is a big day. This day will be congratulated by all officials, and it is also the biggest festival of the year. She wears the thickest crown that she has tried that day.

Dagon crown, gold ornaments, twelve hanging white beads, with the group as the tassel, the color is like the ribbon, the 黈纩 fills the ears, and the jade hairpin guides.Xuanyi, clothes, twelve chapters, eight chapters on clothes, sun, moon, stars, dragons, mountains, Chinese insects, fire, and Zongyi; four chapters on clothes, algae, rice, 軼, 軻, clothes, Leading is the rising dragon, and weaving becomes it.There are six grades each, below the dragon and the mountain, each chapter has a line, twelve.White gauze middle single, fur collar, green skirt, skirt, skirt, fur.The three chapters of embroidered dragon, mountain and fire are the same as above.The leather belt, belt, sword, pendant, and ribbon are the same as above.Add gold ornaments.All the priests and temples, dispatched generals, confiscated, returned, drank to, practiced, added yuan to serve, received after accepting, if the first day was received by the court, then served.

When this suit is put on the upper body, people can only be trapped in the clothes upright.

Wei Liao was the most beloved youngest son when he was young. His mother died too early. No one taught him that his father and the emperor were two people. Therefore, he never understood why the late emperor looked so far away after wearing the crown of gong. Only when I put on these clothes did I realize that power dresses people up as gods, and when they walk on the altar, they are far away from the world.

He didn't want Fu Xiru, who was just a loose official, to be invisible from below when Yuanzheng was under the imperial court. After thinking about it, he called him into the palace: "Pei Mi said that there is a lack of Shangshu Zuocheng under him, and the previous one died on the way to be assigned. , I told him to give him back one."

The implication is that there is no need to continue talking.

The Shangshutai was right in Fu Xixia's arms, but what Wei Liao wanted was not to deliver what he wanted to him.Shangshu Zuocheng is in charge of various divisions, correcting the province, the Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Households, and the twelve divisions of the Ministry of Rites. Taking it all over means that the entire Wenchang Terrace is under Pei Mi's control. What's Wei Liao's plan to get him in?

A person like Pei Mi is a dog that is easy to use. Although he has fangs and sharp teeth and gathers a group of vicious dogs, but in fact his foundation is not stable. Everything comes from above. Wei Liao uses him, but not He will be too jealous of him, let alone really promote him into a new family, who can compete with himself.

The Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Households, and the Ministry of Rituals, these twelve divisions are in charge of too many, and Fu Xirulue thought about who they were and what they were doing, and suddenly felt a headache.

The former casual rider he had worked as a regular servant can actually be regarded as an advisor, as long as Wei Liao is willing to ask, then he can take care of everything justifiably.At the beginning of Wei Liao's ascension to the throne, there were not many people he could trust, so he went through such things as promotion of talents, ceremonies and sacrifices, worked in the army, met several important officials, and took the path of accumulating seniority.

As governor of Youzhou, he had experience in the army and done practical work. Although the money, food, military and government were all under Yun Heng's control, it was not too difficult to understand the inside story.

It stands to reason that after going through this cycle for a while, one should enter one of the six volumes and jump into the Shangshutai in one step, which is obviously not a good thing.

Wei Liao dismantled the aristocratic family of the first emperor in Jingli to pieces, and he no longer had any power, so he asked Fu Xiru to fight against Pei Mi?

There have been one or two people like Pei Mi before. Fu Xiru knew that they looked at power like they looked at the flesh in their mouths, and it was impossible to release even a little bit of it. Robbed.

He had to go too.

Wei Liao wanted to see clearly what kind of power he had in his hands, how he could threaten him, to test Pei Mi's loyalty, and to see where his position was not secure. Although this move was straightforward, it was It works, no one can refuse.

...In any case, I would rather get him drunk to relive old dreams, because I want to give him a start, so that Pei Mi dare not overthrow Fu Xiru before he takes office, and even cast a layer of true feelings on him Illusion, let's make his position more complicated with this consideration.

Fu Xiru smiled calmly: "For such a big matter, His Majesty should discuss it with the prime ministers."

Shangshu Zuocheng is not low, if such an official is to be appointed, the three provinces will be alarmed. It is true that there are not many people who can clearly disobey Wei Liao in this pot of porridge, but at this time, he will tell Fu Xiru, and he is so sure, So he had no choice but to answer like this.

Wei Liao is really willful.

It was the second heavy snow this winter. Wei Liao hugged the gold-woven blanket that Fu Xiru had seen that day, raised his eyes and looked over lazily, and smiled casually: "What are you afraid of, I dote on you."

The words were extremely sweet and light, but Fu Xiru was only aware of his irreversible and unwilling to transfer determination.Finally, when this day came, Wei Liao would throw anyone into the furnace without hesitation, expecting him to die or climb out, and confront him with the help of the flames in the furnace.

The shadow of power is like a door, entrenched behind him, with half of his face sticking out on his shoulder, watching every prey like a snake or a scorpion.

Fu Xiru also laughed hypocritically, saying what they both were familiar with: "This is His Majesty's world, you should be more cautious."

Wei Liao looked at him contentedly like a lazy cat, and didn't answer his words: "Come here."

He bossed her around, and ordered in a brisk tone: "Take off this terrible crown, and give it to me."

Naturally, there are court ladies who offer jade combs.She is still young, she has never seen such a thing, let alone Wei Liao, who is uncertain about the weather, is even more trembling.After Fu Xiru passed by, Wei Liao lay on his lap, so he couldn't move. After taking the comb, he took off Wei Liao's hair crown, thinking that he didn't have time to fight and kill at this time.

He is full.

The long black hair fell down like running water, Fu Xiru picked up a strand, twisted it lightly twice, put down the comb, and massaged the acupuncture points on Wei Liao's head first.He has done a lot of this kind of thing, and he is very used to it. Wei Liao closed his eyes and occasionally turned over with his strength, but he was too lazy to get up.

Fu Xiru's hands were not soft, but his strength was well measured, Wei Liao hummed in a low voice, looking very satisfied, he never opened his eyes from the beginning to the end, and finally shrank into his arms, and spoke softly: "How did you leave that day? Even if the palace gate is keyed, don't you still need a place to sleep?"

Sure enough, the old account still has to be overturned.

Fu Xiru froze, not knowing how to tell the truth.

Of course he knew why he had to go.Facing desire is different from facing the past.The remains of memories are everywhere in Chang'an City, and so is this palace city, and Wei Liao is covered with the past.

Wei Liao didn't do it on purpose, he didn't want Fu Xiru to rekindle his old relationship, he just wanted a guarantee from him.At that time when he was curled up and fell asleep, Fu Xiru had no way to face him, facing the flickering lights, his peaceful sleeping face, and the flashbacks of the old days.

If he wanted Lang's heart to be as strong as iron, he could only flee here in embarrassment, separating his body and mind.

After all, there is only one way.

That night, Fu Xiru couldn't close his eyes at all.Youzhou was bitterly cold, life was not easy, he had to think back to Chang'an, the city of selling gold, and the nightless sky, naturally he also recalled Wei Liao.He occupies the entire world, almost everywhere.

That kind of recollection is bitter, indifferent, full of hatred, tossed and pondered over and over again, and it is not at all the same as the recollection of Wei Liao being thrown into his arms.

In a life of only twenty years, how come there are so many mixed tastes, and where does it come from a cold and unchangeable heart?

Fu Xiru always thought that he was ruthless enough, but suddenly, he couldn't help pulling up the brocade quilt and tucking it under Wei Liao's chin, as if he was being forced to part his hair and look at his face.The silent and invisible change of his face was actually quite unfamiliar to him, a scattered person.

What I pictured in my heart seemed to be another face, it was a naive young man, a sweet smile, a dream I once had, and a lingering song on a spring night.

it's already over.

Even though it was hard to let go, Fu Xiru could still put on his clothes and put on a good expression. After pushing open the door, Ziqiong came up to him, looked at him with questioning eyes, and told her to prepare hot water and wake up Wei Liao Take a bath.

Ziqiong didn't ask him why he left, because there were many reasons, and she didn't ask how they were doing, she just sent him outside silently and ordered someone to send him out of the palace.

In the night, this palace city looks like a huge nameless monster under the sea, crawling and entrenched, breathing in and out, countless people are sucked in by it, and released again.

It's a huge crowd.

Fu Xiru took a hair that fell out from the jade comb, and he was silent for a long time. He used a very stinging excuse: "I think that the side of your Majesty's couch is no longer suitable for others to sleep soundly."

Wei Liao turned over, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him quietly and deeply, without saying a word.

The hall seemed to be filled with invisible and colorless glue, and even the shape of the incense seemed to be motionless. Fu Xiru smiled and met Wei Liao's gaze: "Besides, Xixing is still waiting for me."

Of course, this excuse is even more careless, but finally calmed down, Wei Liao snatched the comb from his hand, threw it casually, took his hand and put it on his forehead, closed his eyes again, and snorted: "Oh, You miss him."

Fu Xiru is an out-and-out good brother, and after another five years of absence, Wei Liao also knows something about his younger brother, so he believes that this clinginess and worry are true, so he has nothing to say.What's more, it was Wei Liao's job to make Fu Xixing regard entering the palace as a hard job.

The warm palm on his forehead was very reassuring. Wei Liao, with disheveled hair, fell on Fu Xiru's lap without any manners, asking him to comfort him, but he felt like a coquettish cat and a weak and boneless woman.

When I opened my eyes, there was snow falling outside, and there was no sound, as if the whole world was going to be buried, everything was silent.

But everyone knows that the dormant winter will eventually pass.

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Wei Liao felt that it was a bit strange for him to hold grudges, yes.