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On the day of Yuanzheng, in fact, Wei Liao still failed to see Fu Xiru among the crowd.

The Minister of Appointment and Removal, Zuo Cheng, had to issue a decree from his subordinates and use the jade seal, which is impossible now. Although the transfer is well known, Fu Xiru will stand behind the clerk when it comes to the shift schedule.

Before dawn, all the officials entered the palace and took their seats in front of the Hanyuan Hall, ready to congratulate Wei Liao.

Wei Liao didn't have much free time this day, he put on the crown, touched the armrest of the throne when he ascended to his seat, his heart suddenly moved, and he remembered the things that happened here.

He succeeded to the throne here, and he had congratulated his father before, and after that, he was absurd, crazy and had fun here several times.Now the old friend from that time is outside, waiting to kneel down and kowtow three times to him.

Perhaps the most fascinating part of imperial power is here. No one in the world can control his lover in such a way. Life and death, surrender, desire, love and hatred, are all in one thought.Too abnormal, too unrestrained, but deeply obsessed.

Wei Liao sat down, and the door of the palace opened. The sun was just rising, the snow was swept away, and the white marble railings were shining brightly. He seemed to be sitting on top of mountains and tsunami.

Long live my emperor long live long live long live.

He looked down at the ocean, a little dizzy, more of a habit, and a complacent calm.

He will never be afraid again.

The court was tedious and long, the censer was lit with pine and cypress branches, the weather was fine and the crown was heavy, the cold wind outside the palace came to Wei Liao, and it was also softened, making him drowsy.He suspected that he would not be discovered even if he was asleep, and knowing that this was impossible, he forced himself to look down.

The ceremonial officer was reading a long eulogy, praising the heaven, the earth, the sun, the moon and the current sage, Wei Liao sat still and looked down.

There was a lot of music for a while, the eulogy was finally finished, Wei Liao tried his best to sit in another posture as calmly as possible, there were more odes to come, and it was still too early to end.

After the long court celebration in Hanyuan Palace, it was almost time for the New Year's feast, Wei Liao hurried to the back and changed his clothes, let go of his hair, wiped it with a soft steamed dry cloth, massaged his scalp, and ate something by the way, have a break.

Zi Qiong didn't appear on the occasion just now, so she prepared these in the apse.

Wei Liao lay down on the low couch, closed his eyes and ordered: "Go and bring Fu Xiru in."

Ziqiong hesitated to speak, looked around, the maids and Huangmen who were standing there all looked at her face, so she went to Wei Liao again.

His slouchy look was clearly undeniable.

On this day, all civil and military officials were in the palace, and they had many eyes. Calling Fu Xiru in again would give the world an excuse, but since the day of bathing in the hot spring, Zi Qiong hardly disobeyed his words, and looked at Wei Liaohe with trepidation. Looking at the fragile Liuli with a look, I didn't want to upset him, so I finally went out, found an eunuch, told him to pass the message quietly, and stood at the door waiting for Fu Xiru to come over.

Vaguely aware of the storm and thunder, Ziqiong has nothing to do, and it is even more difficult to turn around. She knows that maybe Fu Xiru is not the same Fu Xiru as before, but she has no choice but to keep silent, just like Wei Liao, waiting for the upcoming storm. all the things that are going to happen.

At this time, the wind was calm and the sea was cloudless. When Fu Xiru came over, there were a few vague eyes behind him. He didn't care, walked up the steps and whispered to Ziqiong: "What's wrong?"

Ziqiong looked at him strangely, she didn't flinch in fear like Wei Liao who revealed the truth, she didn't know what was going on, and she couldn't tell the difference, so she replied in a low voice, "Your Majesty is not very happy."

In fact, Wei Liao was always unhappy, this kind of reminder was of no practical use, of course Zi Qiong couldn't tell why he was unhappy, and Fu Xiru wouldn't know either.

Now Wei Liao is not as easy to coax as he was when he was a child, new gadgets can't appease him, and soft words can't be sure.It is said that being with a king is like being with a tiger, which is quite embarrassing.Fu Xiru nodded and went in.

Ziqiong came in with him, took away the dry cloth towel for wiping her hair, poured tea, looked at the ashes in the incense burner, and pretended to be busy.

Fu Xiru walked over, and before kneeling down, Wei Liao opened his eyes, stretched out a hand, and spread it flat, meaning he wanted him to catch it.Fu Xiru bowed and supported his hand.

Wei Liao bent his fingers, hooked his hand to retract it, forced Fu Xiru to sit beside him, and he closed his eyes again.

Fu Xiru looked at this young man's face, feeling a lot of emotion, looked at the tear mole a few more times, and asked, "Your Majesty?"

The feast is about to begin.

Wei Liao opened his eyes and looked at him again.These eyes look blue in the dark, they are transparent and deep black, there is a hazy blue circle around the outer edge of the pupil, soft and innocent, it seems that these eyes are unusually inattentive and very strange.

It always takes a little courage to meet Wei Liao's eyes.

Fu Xiru swallowed slowly, and subconsciously tightened the hands that were entangled with Wei Liao, which immediately alarmed him.

Wei Liao half leaned up, took his hand and placed it on his chest, looked down at his hand, and smiled softly: "Is it cold?"

Wei Liao's gentleness is a unique gentleness, low back and soft, and because of his habitual indifference, he seems to be coaxing. It is not like the gentleness of a woman that Fu Xiru is familiar with, like spring water. Going down, wet and soft, soaking the bottom of the ears and heart, the sound is rustling, touching the hidden reefs at the bottom of the river, stirring up the swaying water plants.

He couldn't help but raised his other hand to touch Wei Liao's chin, and at the same time answered his question without paying attention: "It's not cold."

It's really not cold, the sun is very strong, and the official uniform is thick. Even if you kneel and stand outside, you don't feel too hard.

Wei Liao raised his head and teased him like a cat, showing a lazy expression: "The Spring Festival will start after the next year, and I'm afraid it's time for you to show off your skills."

This is true.Fu Xiru raised his eyebrows, remembering that after the Chinese New Year, it was indeed another year of Chunwei, that is, when he took office as a new official, as Shangshu Zuocheng, it was the first time he handled the matter of talent promotion.

When Fu Xiru handled this matter, it was already at the end of the day. The Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Officials took the exam together. After the exam, there was a palace exam. From now on, it's up to Fu Xiru and the Ministry of Officials to plan.

Logically speaking, this should be the case, but Pei Mi has been in business for many years, and Fu Xiru has fallen from the sky. In fact, here, he is struggling, working alone, and it is difficult to perform.

What kind of talent does Wei Liao want?

Fu Xiru knew that he liked obedient, alert, capable officials who didn't talk much, but who knew how to turn around.Like Pei Mi.

Thinking of these, he already had a headache.

Wei Liao said softly: "After the year, Princess Qinghe will go to Beijing, and Yun Heng will also escort the tribute." He smiled slightly: "It's a coincidence."

Indeed it is.

Yun Heng wanted to enter the capital, and he had repeatedly asked for it on the table. This time, he should have gone through Pei Mi's network, so that Wei Liao finally let go.His location is remote, but because he is close to the Turks, he can communicate with the Western Regions. After the exchange is closed, there will be Lite people who come from thousands of miles away to communicate with him, and countless treasures can flow in continuously.

There was a box in the list of tributes, all of which were rare treasures, real golden branches of jade trees.Wei Liao grew up in wealth and prosperity, and he also has a lot of experience in the world. He couldn't help being surprised that he was able to collect so many treasures in that bitter cold place.

Fu Xiru also thought it was a coincidence, because it was a sudden event that Princess Qinghe was going back to Beijing.For so many years, she has been silent and silent, almost making Chang'an forget that there is such a princess who is not worthy of the name, and she cannot be forgotten because of the abolishment of the prince.Now that she is coming back, it is naturally not as grand as Yun Heng's entry into the capital, but it is still disturbing.

There seems to be a huge vortex hanging from the top of Chang'an City. The whole city is buried in a deep haze. The people here are eroded by the shadows, and they seem to be aware of it, but they don't.

Both Yunheng and Princess Qinghe were like a gust of wind blowing in from the outside, bringing about a turning point that they don't know yet.

Fu Xiru's calm expression will show on his face, not a very serious disguise.Wei Liao was wondering whether he was related to Princess Qinghe or Yunheng, and found it hard to say.As long as he is ruthless, he can win the trust of anyone, just like gaining his trust.

Wei Liao looked at him calmly: "Let's go."

It's time to go to the big feast.

They didn't go out together, Fu Xiru went back among the officials, and didn't respond to all the prying eyes. After a while, Wei Liao arrived, the music was loud, and Huang Zhong Dalu continued.

It was dark outside at this time, and it was snowing.

Thousands of people perform Nuo Dance in the blaze to drive away the epidemic and pray for blessings. Fu Xiru looked up at the sky, only feeling a faint ray of red light in the sky.

The hot smell of pepper and cypress wine floated in the air. The snow fell at the right time, and the auspicious snow heralded a good year, which happened to be a good omen.The snow in Chang'an came too late this year, which is worrying. If there are a few more snowfalls, next year's harvest will not have to worry. Naturally, it is worthy of praise and a few more auspicious words.

Wei Liao was not a daunting emperor, he smiled very easy-going, and together with the witty courtiers, he looked like a monarch and his ministers getting along with each other and enjoying themselves.

Fu Xiru was standing upright a few feet behind Wei Liao, looking at the crystal snowflakes, he let out a long breath, and finally at the last few hours of the last day of the year, he faintly felt that things were back under his control Among them, all planning has already begun.

In the winter of the fourth year of Xianping, in the twelfth lunar month, Fu Xiru finally returned to the city of Chang'an after a long absence. Seeing everything that was right and wrong, he took away the Longyuan sword and a purple suit from the palace. In the beginning of spring, he returned to his own battlefield.

The faint spring thunder sounded.

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The author has something to say

During the month of Chinese New Year, there are many other things, such as the wax festival, giving wax fat (facial oil), isn’t it a bit late to deliver this thing in Laba?Anyway, it means caring for the courtiers, which is similar to "Passing Candles in the Han Palace at Sunset", which means that the monarchs and ministers celebrate the festival together.I really forgot where I looked at the process of Zhaohe. Anyway, it almost required a lot of procedures and said a lot of praises to the saints, and the pine and cypress branches were indeed burned. (Where did I watch it? I can’t remember it at all! Quack!) Then at night, it was indeed the opening of the Nuo dance with thousands of people, drinking and eating meat, eating and drinking all night, and celebrating the New Year.The next day I will go to the East Palace (if there is an East Palace? I am not sure about this, because if there is no one, who will be praised, it should be saved.).