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The red note was thrown away, Fu Xiru felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger, but he couldn't do anything about Wei Liao who was in the inner palace. When the red sun was setting, he was ordered to go to Daming Palace after all.

It was rare for him to be so unhappy, and for a moment he didn't know what he was unhappy about, so he said goodbye to his colleagues with a cold face, and entered the palace with a cold face.

Wei Liao obviously still remembered the fact that he was perfunctory and unwilling to stay in the inner palace that day. Today, it meant that he would not have to think about going home, so he sent a small official to Honglu Temple to bring a letter to tell Fu Xixing about the inner palace. Zhao, no need to wait.

When he arrived at Taiye Pool, someone would naturally come to pick him up.

The water in the pool has thawed, but the cold air has not dissipated. Standing by the lake, I feel the cold wind, and I can only see the rippling water, and everything has not yet recovered. Looking at the Penglai Mountain in the middle, the green pines and green cypresses can be seen, but it is impossible to say. what a beauty.

I heard that Concubine Pan decorated the dead branches with colored silk in the palace, pretending to be flowers, and it was very lively.And Wei Liao didn't know how to drive the Taiye Lake in winter, so he can avoid it here.

Fu Xiru didn't speak, and after a period of silence on the boat, he landed on the shore.It was Ziqiong who came to meet him in person again, first she took a look at his face, was surprised by his expression, and had to explain a few more words: "Your Majesty is ill."

Fu Xiru didn't expect that it was always difficult to convey news from the palace, and spying was not something that ordinary people could do. He hadn't had a face-to-face for a few days, and if it was just a minor illness, he really wouldn't be able to get any news.

"What's going on?" Since she said it, she was naturally not afraid of Fu Xiru's question, so Fu Xiru asked the question politely.

Ziqiong sighed: "I caught a cold, and I didn't want to take the medicine. After a few days of delay, I finally called the imperial physician today, and I need some advice from adults."

Looking at the expression on Fu Xiru's face, Zi Qiong couldn't help saying a few more words: "The symptoms are nothing serious, they are just minor illnesses, adults don't need to worry."

She couldn't figure out why Fu Xiru was angry, but she couldn't get rid of it with Wei Liao, and Wei Liao was in a good mood today, and was about to coax him to drink medicine while he was happy, when Fu Xiru came, looking like It's not good, so I have to elaborate a few more words.

Wei Liao didn't look at the morning for several days because of his illness. He didn't take any medicine, and he didn't look much different from usual, but he didn't have much energy.Ziqiong was thinking about how to coax him to take medicine, and then she tried to make him happy, so she had to mention Fu Xiru.

She has always been very cautious, and does not speculate on Wei Liao's thoughts unless it is necessary. Even if she occasionally hears a few words of truth, she just pretends that she has not heard them.Wei Liao hid his thoughts deeply, and he didn't want others to know.

It's just that the windows of the palace were not closed tightly that night. When she went in to check at night, she saw Wei Liao sitting under the window in a single coat, looking at the bright moon outside.

I can't tell what it was like, Ziqiong stood there for a long time without speaking, just looked at his face, and couldn't help wondering what he was thinking of.

Wei Liao didn't sleep well, so many rules in the palace were abolished, she finally turned around to check the wick as if nothing had happened, but her hand holding the silver scissors trembled, and finally remembered why this scene made her feel familiar and uneasy.

How many times did King Langya look at the moon and wait for someone?Of course she is used to it.

Since Fu Xiru came back, Wei Liao has never summoned any of his favorites, which naturally proves nothing, after all, his favor can be shifted as he likes, and there is no woman in the palace who wants to keep his eyes forever, he always passes by. It doesn't take long to get tired, and it has happened more than once that no one sees suddenly.

Ziqiong cut off the lantern flower, put away her panic, and turned around to say something as if nothing had happened, when she heard Wei Liao singing a song.

It is a ditty sung by opera and music in the palace. The late emperor liked it in Japan. It is about how women miss their lovers. It is fresh and innocent, and it has the Chinese style of the Book of Songs.

He hummed it over and over again, and Zi Qiong faintly remembered that this was a sentence "I hope the king's heart is like my heart". After a while, she sang about the worry of the heart and the decay of love.Ziqiong was terrified when she heard it, not knowing if it was what she thought.She couldn't help thinking of Wei Liao's expression when he said that Fu Xiru might take his life, but she didn't dare to think about it, she stood there in a daze, and listened to it all.

Since the late emperor left, the music in the palace has also changed, and it has become Wei Liao's favorite taste. Unexpectedly, he remembered this song so well.

Willow, willow, as long as snow, spring is coming.The heart is worried, and the love is decadent.

She didn't know what was going on, the desolate and sad words sung by the beauties in the hall were not as careless as Wei Liao's, humming a few times made people feel more empathetic.

The silence had been too long and had to be broken, Ziqiong whispered: "Your Majesty, it's time to close the window."

Wei Liao didn't insist, he turned half sideways to watch her step forward to close the window, and touched her waist casually: "Did you commit a crime?"

Ziqiong has an old illness, and the changes of the solar terms are always easy to repeat, but he remembers it very clearly.

"No." The royal lady shook her head cautiously, noticing the coolness coming from his hands even through the clothes, she was startled, hurriedly closed the window, went outside to get hot tea and stuffed it into his hand, and then drove him back to the room. In the bed tent, covered with brocade quilt.

Wei Liao let her make arrangements, stared at the embroidery pattern on the brocade quilt in a daze for a while in the deep and quiet night, and smiled: "What's the matter, looking at me like this?"

He treats the people around him generously, it doesn't look like he poisoned and killed people without changing his face, and he doesn't see any cruelty.Ziqiong was used to his face, so she mustered up her courage, and it was easy to say the words beyond the distance: "Your Majesty can summon Mr. Fu."

Why bother to sing such a song at night?

Wei Liao was taken aback for a moment, looked at her silently and didn't speak.

So Ziqiong had no choice but to continue, persuading: "Master Fu is a good person."

It's hard for her to say how well the servant Fu Xiru is doing. After all, it depends on whether he follows Wei Liao's wishes, but it is obvious whether he is good or not. If not, she doesn't have to hope that Wei Liao will be sensational. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. up.

Wei Liao smiled, as if deliberately teasing her: "You don't understand, it's because he is a good person that he hurt me."

Ziqiong could not refute.

Seeing her self-reproach for saying the wrong thing, Wei Liao changed his tone instead: "Okay, I'll listen to you, I'll see him in two days, how about it, are you relieved?"

Unexpectedly, the turning point came so easily, Ziqiong showed a happy face, took the tea cup he had drunk, covered the lampshade and stepped back.

Unexpectedly, when Wei Liao woke up the next morning, he fell ill.The original agreement to summon Fu Xiru was put on hold, and even Chang Chao was pushed back blindly, just passing the time alone, and refused to call the imperial doctor to come and have a look.

What Ziqiong didn't know was that after she left, Wei Liao couldn't fall asleep either, looking at Chengchen on the top of the tent in the dim light, it took a long time before he let out a breath.

Ziqiong actually guessed right just now, he was thinking about things with Fu Xiru.I think it was very good back then, light and sweet, when I grabbed Fu Xiru's hand for the first time, surpassing the distinction between monarch and minister, but brought them closer, they never thought that life would be so long, and there would be today.

The only weakness of Wei Liaozhi's determination to remind him of these things is that it would have been better if there hadn't been these things in the first place.

He regretted it.

Ziqiong didn't even know that he actually sang this song to Fu Xiru. It was on Mount Penglai, when he was cooling off from the summer heat, he found a remote palace with no one around. .At that time, they were all young people, anxious and eager, just to avoid the rain for a while, he had to go to the point where he wrapped around Fu Xiru's waist, dragged him to the ground, and sang with a long and weak breath, "Wild Willow" , Willows, as long as snow, spring is coming.

Down there is no more.One is that there was no such thing as a decadent love at that time, and the other is that he was gagged and couldn't continue singing, and he forgot the words.

Singing and singing are all cheap jobs, but the nobles will not be belittled because of this. Wei Liao's singing can't be said to be good or not, but because of the situation at the time, it has an infinitely captivating interest, so it is much better than those singers.

Fu Xiru never said whether he liked it or not, but he didn't need to say it either, Wei Liao naturally knew that this heart was completely in his hands.

When he was proud of this kind of love, he didn't expect that the second half of this song would one day come true.

If it is really far-fetched, Wei Liao can count too many omens, but things have reached this point today, resentment and old feelings can't be pierced, it's just because he has done those things and has no regrets.Tell him to pick out one thing he regrets, which is that he shouldn't be so close to Fu Xiru that it's hard to tell him apart.

Wrapped in the quilt, he smiled softly, smelled the sour smell of medicine again, frowned and shrunk in even more, when suddenly someone grabbed the quilt and pulled it down several inches.

Opening his eyes, there was indeed Fu Xiru standing in front of him. He glanced at the court lady with a bitter face, reached out to take the medicine bowl, and said expressionlessly, "Your Majesty, it's time to take the medicine."

There were fine beads of sweat on Wei Liao's back. He looked at Fu Xiru and didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he sat up and looked at the medicine bowl, and then at Fu Xiru. He laughed far-fetchedly because of his illness, and his voice was extraordinarily soft: "Qin Sun."

Fu Xiru didn't change his face, he was stern and selfless, and continued to persecute him with his eyes.

Wei Liao was afraid of taking medicine, not because he was afraid of hardship, but because he procrastinated into a habit and hated the taste. However, Fu Xiru stood on the bedside and lost his temper with a cold face, so he had no choice but to take it.

The Gong'e who served the medicine was promoted by Ziqiong after Fu Xiru left, so she had never seen this scene before, she watched in surprise, and it took a while before she remembered to bring water.Ziqiong knew that Fu Xiru didn't have to worry about taking the medicine at least, so she took the candied fruit and was about to put the plate in front of Wei Liao who had already stretched out his hand after rinsing, but was stopped by Fu Xiru: "No need."

He took it for granted that even Wei Liao, who was under control, was stunned, and he protested after a while: "I think this is very necessary."

Fu Xiru snorted inaudibly, then handed over the candied fruit to Ziqiong, motioning her to take it out.Ziqiong could see that Wei Liao had no intention of getting angry, so she left the two alone for the time being, and obediently led them out.

Wei Liao leaned against the head of the bed, his cheekbones were flushed, which stood out against his pale complexion, his face was tired due to illness and medicine, and he stretched out his hand to pull Fu Xiru's sleeve: "It's so majestic."

He didn't use much strength, but it was enough for Fu Xiru to understand what he meant, and sat down with this strength. The two hands groped for each other under the sleeves and buckled them together, only to realize that this is actually just a habit, which is hard to change after a long time.