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Ziqiong is Wei Liao's Gongzheng. She has spent twenty years in the palace, and she can't be called young, but she is deeply trusted. She has been by Wei Liao's side since she retired to the mansion, and later served as Gongzheng. Fu Xiru is no stranger to this position.

She came up to meet Fu Xiru, her eyes touched Fu Xiru's face, she was stunned for a moment, as if she was about to cry, but she couldn't, so she reached out to take Fu Xiru's cloak.She didn't want to talk too much, Wei Liao was still waiting, so he said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, it's hard work."

Fu Xiru nodded to her, didn't ask for any news, just looked in, and then looked at Ziqiong with questioning eyes.

Ziqiong smiled wryly: "I won't listen to anyone who persuades me."

She is very familiar with this look, which probably means: Why did it become like this?

Fu Xiru doesn't like to get angry, even if Wei Liao loves to irritate him the most, Ziqiong rarely sees him lose his composure, most of the time he only uses this look to ask her when Wei Liao is acting like a monster again.Wei Liao came from a noble family, his birth mother was the last empress of the first emperor, and because he was an old man, he was raised extraordinarily richly. After the deposed prince died, he had no choice but to put him in the reserve, so almost no one could subdue him.

The late emperor had nowhere to attack him, let alone someone who served him?

When Fu Xiru was around, he could persuade and coax him, but now that Fu Xiru just came back, Wei Liao naturally became more and more out of shape.Ziqiong knew a lot about the past between him and Wei Liao, so she became more cautious in her words and deeds, and took two steps back, signaling him to face Sheng first.

It's warm inside.

Wei Liao was afraid of the cold, so he was always surrounded by charcoal basins and smoked cages when walking, sitting and lying down. Even though the windows were open, it was as warm as spring inside.While standing outside just now, a thin layer of snow fell on Fu Xiru's shoulders, which melted as soon as he entered the door and flowed down his shoulders.

He raised his hand to gently wipe off the water droplets, without raising his head, he walked forward, walked to Wei Liao's couch for more than seven steps, bowed down and bowed down: "I bow to Your Majesty, Your Majesty is safe."

This prostration was no different from other people in the court, Wei Liaoben thought he would be more satisfied, but in fact the taste was nothing more than that.He was silent for a moment. He was going to leave Fu Xiru alone for a while, but he couldn't help wondering what was wrong when he came in just now. After thinking about it, he lazily said: "Look up."

Instead, Fu Xiru paused, then slowly raised his head.

There were not many times when they used such big gifts, Wei Liao was impatient and intimate with him, he didn't care about these empty gifts at all, so occasionally he saw Fu Xiru kneeling in front of him obediently, especially when he looked up, The more he didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, he felt that he was holding him in the palm of his hand and trampling him under his feet.

These messy thoughts only flashed for a moment, and Wei Liao froze when he saw Fu Xiru's face.

He knows exactly what Fu Xiru looks like, and he can even draw it with a thought, but he...

Where did the long and narrow scar on his face come from, slanting down across his right eye and spanning half of his face?

Fu Xiru obviously knew why he was surprised, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the scar.

In all fairness, it's not ugly, and it's even very fascinating, like a piece of beautiful jade that has been broken and then pieced together with gold, which has an ominous meaning, but it's even more confusing than when it was complete.Wei Liao buttoned the sleeves under his hands, tapped his fingers on his knees, and quickly came out of surprise, more annoyed: "How did this come about?"

He was obviously about to jump up just now, but he held back.

Fu Xiru also withdrew his hand a long time ago. Hearing the words, he replied calmly: "Last year, the Turks invaded the country. I led 50 people to rush in, and was hacked head-on. Fortunately, I dodged in time and returned safely."

Before he came out of Beijing, he was a handsome and noble son, but now when he said this kind of words, it seemed calm and breezy, not at all shocking.

Wei Liao thought about it carefully, and recalled that he had indeed seen the victory report written by Fu Xiru himself, in which there were only a few words about this thrilling surprise attack, and not a single word about the injury. face, he couldn't find the right words: "Why didn't you tell me?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that he had lost his composure, and it was too late to change, so he simply put on a blank face, and said, "Are you losing your temper with me?"

The words were ambiguous, and the palace people in the room all lowered their heads, but Fu Xiru didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear the softness in his words, he raised his hand to touch the scar again: "A little injury, what's the matter?" Hang on? I dare not worry Your Majesty as a minister."

Whenever he abides by the distinction between monarch and minister, Wei Liao feels a fire in his heart, even now.He stopped talking, looked carefully at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, simply beckoned him to come closer, and reached out to stroke Fu Xiru's chin.

Pampered and pampered, Wei Liao's fingers are not soft, but rather rough, calluses worn out by drawing a bow and riding a horse.Even if he is not as good as a military general, it is not considered powerless.There was a scar on the palm of his hand, which hadn't healed yet and wasn't covered. In Fu Xiru's eyes, it looked like the epiphyllum had split a red line and was about to bloom, like a wound that can only be caused by a broken bowstring.

Wei Liao touched his chin, felt a bit of unshaven stubble, his fingers were numb, and found it interesting, then turned to touch his scar, thinking, Fu Xiru would never have such a stubble back then. Kind of thing, he is a direct branch of the Fu family, so he is famous all over the world, he is a golden branch of a jade tree, how can he be unkempt.

The frontier fortress made him change his appearance, and Wei Liao made him change his appearance.

He immediately felt a pity, why didn't he think of drawing a scar on Fu Xiru's face?

This is obviously more exciting.

If we can think of more ways to break him, we won't be separated for more than five years suddenly.

Fu Xiru moved, Wei Liaoben thought his meekness could last longer, but unexpectedly he moved, pulled his wrist, looked up, reminding people of unruly wolves and mighty winds: "His Majesty."

Wei Liao kept looking into his eyes, and Fu Xiru also looked back at him, as if at this moment they really crossed the time and saw each other again.For a moment, Wei Liao forgot what he wanted to say, Fu Xiru's hand was very hot, running down his wrist, inside the wide sleeve was his forearm, the indigo pattern meandered to Fu Xiru's familiar place, and so did the rough fingers.

This touch made people tremble, Wei Liao regained the initiative, turned over his hand to hold Fu Xiru's hand, and looked at him calmly: "Fu Aiqing, do you hate me?"

There was no reason to ask this question, but they both knew what it meant to each other, so that there was nothing that shouldn't be shown in the eyes, and it seemed to be constantly involved and affectionate.Wei Liao was inexplicably irritable, looking down at Fu Xiru made him happy, but it also made him uncomfortable, especially after knowing that this person had actually changed his mind and would no longer put him first, but wanted his life instead.

"I don't dare." Fu Xiru has always been good at these superficial skills, and is perfunctory.Wei Liao didn't delve into it, but realized that the life in northern Xinjiang was not easy. Fu Xiru was a degraded scholar when he left Beijing, but now it's dark and dark, and it's a lot more vicious invisibly.

He was curious about the difference in Fu Xiru's taste, so he simply bent down, stretched out the tip of his scarlet tongue, and touched Fu Xiru's eyelids that were divided in two by the scar.

The thin skin trembled uncontrollably, and there were elastic, round and smooth eyes underneath. Thinking of how these eyes looked at him, Wei Liao had the urge to bite and splash the juice.He was able to control himself somewhat, grabbed the back of Fu Xiru's neck, asked him to raise his head to cooperate with him, and licked from his frosty face to his lips, as far away as a piece of crabapple petals.

They were staring at each other as if no one was there.

Wei Liao suddenly laughed in a low voice, innocent for a moment: "At that time, I wished I could be honest with you..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but it was enough for Fu Xiru to understand that the morning light was bright, like a burning flame, and the cold air on Fu Xiru's body was steamed and limp by the heat of the fumigation cage. Those who are obedient and tame seem to be real.

Even though he knew that the other party would probably come back to take his own life, Wei Liao couldn't help being lustful, touched Fu Xiru's slightly smiling lips, and leaned against his shoulder.

Fu Xiru put his arms around his back, and walked up to him without dodging or avoiding.

This feeling is familiar yet strange, and there is even a smell of wind and snow on this shoulder.

Wei Liao moved his fingers, and the people inside receded like a tide. He then pulled Fu Xiru by the collar and told him to come up, and then he was pulled up with his arms around his waist, and he had to hug Fu Xiru's neck and go To cooperate with him, even stand up straight.

The last time we were this close was about five years ago.

Wei Liao felt inappropriately emotional, but Fu Xiru had already clasped his hand on his shoulder, interlocked his fingers, separated briefly, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty... Wei Young..."

Wei Young is Wei Liao's childhood name. Like his name, it is taken from the Book of Songs: How is the night, Ye Weiyang.The light of the courtyard.The gentleman will stop, and the sound of Luan will general.

In recent years, almost no one dared to yell. As soon as Wei Liao heard the low and hoarse words, he felt his body convulsed, and the familiar taste and impulse scrambled to control his body.

But in the end, he restrained himself and stuck close to Fu Xiru, his love for acting was as deep as the sea, and he let the past go: "Well, you're back."

He felt it was ridiculous in his heart, and he could not help but taste such duplicity of pleasure and weird excitement, and even felt that as long as he wanted, he could kill Fu Xiru without realizing it, so he couldn't help trembling.

Fortunately, trembling was appropriate at this time, and Fu Xiru couldn't detect anything, so Wei Liao raised his head to search again.

When he can have sex, he will naturally want to have sex early.

Otherwise, when all the heroes are gone and spring disappears, how can we go back to the best season?

So lingering, as if affectionate.

But Fu Xiru knew how to control and refuse: "I have been away from Beijing for five years, and I can't stay in the palace without entering the house."

It was only then that Wei Liao remembered what name Fu Xiru came back under, and what kind of exchange allowed him to allow Fu Xiru to stay in Beijing.

The situation has changed.

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The meeting of old lovers is really one of my favorite plots.