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Wei Liao endured a sudden shudder before gritted his teeth and responded with one word: "It hurts."

In fact, the pain was not severe. After getting used to it, I felt like an old friend who came as promised, and I didn't find it difficult.What really made him almost unable to resist was the strength with which Fu Xiru stroked him.He thought that the reason why he couldn't stand being touched that day was because he hadn't seen each other for a long time, but now he realized that it was not the case.

Fu Xiru touched him, he really couldn't stand it.

But of course Fu Xiru didn't know anything about it, the strangeness and indifference that came from nowhere just now disappeared smoothly, Wei Liao unknowingly lay on his back, letting Fu Xiru grope inch by inch on his soft belly, Confirm the extent of the pain.

"What about here?" His voice was low and patient: "It hurts here too? How long has it been hurting?"

Wei Liao took a breath very slowly, and answered him with trembling, short and absent-minded, finally couldn't take it anymore, and pressed Fu Xiru's hand: "It's okay, it's not serious."

Of course Fu Xiru disagreed with this statement, and sat up: "What would you like to order? Hot tea or snacks? Have you eaten tonight?"

He moved a little further away, and Wei Liao bought a precious chance to catch his breath. After taking a few breaths, he felt that the pain was almost gone.But now this Fu Xiru has a long-lost familiarity, a hot current gushing out from his heart, trying to submerge him, Wei Liao looked at him helplessly, and finally understood why he always felt cold when he saw Fu Xiru many times.

His genuine concern was unmistakably genuine, as it should be.

The time of silence was too long, Wei Liao saw the silent crack was about to heal, doubts popped up, and he immediately replied: "It's been used, you forgot, you can't drink tea after taking the medicine," paused, Pat the pillow and signal him to lie down: "Just stay with me for a while."

It seemed that he had grasped Fu Xiru's seven inches. Wei Liao was a little proficient this time, panting hissingly, and controlled it so that he would not show weakness, let alone pretend, but it took a lot of effort.Fortunately, Fu Xiru couldn't see it, and still kept him warm, breaking the silence and talking about the past.

This is the first time Wei Liao has brought up the past since he came back, and with a nostalgic smile, he said, "Do you still remember, the year I was crowned..."

Wei Liao Jia Guanzao, one is to get out of the court early to receive lectures, and the other is that his mother died early, and there are four other princes in front of him. Naturally, he has been distracted by many courtiers. It is not good for him to stay in the harem. All eyes were on him, and as the emperor's most beloved youngest son, he came to the front early.

Parents' love for their children is far-reaching. Judging from this incident, Wei Liao's father really loves him, and since his twin sister died young, there has never been a pregnant concubine in the palace.

The first emperor didn't want to be an empress again, partly because he was tired of the aristocratic family, and partly because he was worried about the princes who had not yet grown up. There were too few people who could influence the emperor, so he couldn't make him change his wish. His sleeping hall was moved to the vicinity of Zichen hall, and he lived with the first emperor after he left the pavilion to receive lectures.

At that time, the abolished prince was already married and had a son who died young. Fu Xiru had not yet been favored to enter the court, and was still very young. They met each other for the first time.

What Fu Xiru didn't expect was that he actually remembered.

There were many people in the palace, and besides, Wei Liao had been admired by many stars since he was a child because of the importance of the late emperor. What he remembered was more surprising than what he forgot.

Looking at his expression, Wei Liao knew what he was thinking, and was actually pleased by this thought, thinking, Fu Xiru also showed a similarly flattered expression on this day.He continued, "How old were you then? Fourteen? Fifteen?"

Fu Xiru answered in a low voice: "Fourteen."

He was five years older than Wei Liao, and it was the extra five years that allowed Wei Liao to chase him, always one step behind.Participate in court affairs, choose characters, and even discuss relatives.

Fu Xiru had discussed getting married, but it didn't work out.His father personally chose the word Qinsun for him, and there were many high hopes placed in it. How could he easily decide on the candidate for Fu Xiru's wife? A good match for the eldest son.

Wei Liao had heard only a few words, which were said by the little court lady laughing after getting wind of it in the palace.

"Why, don't you still dream that you can't marry him? He won't marry you when he marries anyone. The county lord and duke love him like pearls and treasures. I'm afraid even the princess... can pick out bad ones. I haven't heard of it. Did your Majesty mean to say that there is no news about the marriage?" The little palace lady knew the importance of this, she quickly took it over, and then pinched her companion's cheek: "Your Majesty like that, just think about it, what kind of dream are you dreaming of? ?”

The girl who was doomed to die in Miyagi was sober. At that time, Wei Liao, who was named the King of Langya, was sitting in the pavilion near the water, wondering who was going to tell him these words and why, and at the same time I was stunned.

At that time, not long after he got what he wanted, he succeeded in making love with Fu Xiru by virtue of Fu Xiru's never saying no. Long Yuanjian hadn't given it yet, but they all vaguely realized that the feeling was not a straightforward poem that made people blush. The one in the middle is so heavy that the two young people can't afford it at all.Wei Liao never thought that one day he would face Fu Xiru and not listen to him, and go to a place where he could not see. He stared at the water for an unknown amount of time, and the same sentence lingered in his ears.

Do you still dream of marrying him?

All women in the world can have this kind of dream, but men are destined not to be able to. Wei Liao is neither a woman nor can she think like this.

He couldn't leave this palace city, even if he left, it was impossible to go to Fu Xiru's side.Wei Liao knew what would happen to him. When he was old, he would go to fiefdom, and he would stay there in peace and prosperity until his death. Only a few years later, he would be able to visit his elder brother in Beijing, and maybe he would be able to see Fu Xiru by then.

But maybe it's more than that.

The crown prince... The position of the crown prince is unstable, he doesn't have to leave, and Fu Xiru doesn't have to get married either.Wei Liao looked at the blurred reflection of the pavilion in the water, and felt that this was the first time he understood the meaning of authority.

All the nights before that were quiet and silent, and the tranquility was like a dream, and all the nights after that, day after day, he felt how power burned his heart, and how it prompted him to reach out for it.He always thinks that he should be rich and have no shelter for dark desires, but unexpectedly, people will always desire something that they shouldn't desire.

If he didn't hold Fu Xiru in his palm, how could he comfort himself?

Tianhuang Guihua also has a long-cherished wish that cannot be fulfilled like a white-headed palace lady. What's more frightening is that after he ascended the throne, he never thought about it again.

He caught it, and as time goes on, one day, Fu Xiru will all belong to him, even now, he thinks so.

He can always catch it.

He could see that Fu Xiru also showed nostalgia, after all, their entanglement and fetters were destined, and they couldn't break free.If Fu Xiru's father hadn't been away back then, maybe Wei Liao could have seen him when he was born.

But this kind of miss is not a pity. Even in the years when Fu Xiru left Beijing, there was a huge crowd, and he didn't feel reluctant.

Wei Liao's greatest certainty comes from the fact that they will meet again in the end. There is no such a strong connection in the world that can make two people pass through time. It seems that they have cut off the past, but they still can't let go. They will meet again, until one of them is smashed to pieces.

He also didn't know why he was not afraid of being smashed to pieces, let alone Fu Xiru's negligence for a while, but firmly believed that his wish would be fulfilled in the end.

The emperor is the mightiest force closest to nature in the world, and now the majestic mountains preserved in the past dynasties are named after him. Only time is irreversible, and the rest will be transferred according to his will. Wei Liao is unscrupulous.

Looking at Fu Xiru's soft expression, light joy and pride slowly floated up in his heart, he tasted the taste of success with the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and experienced his power to turn clouds and rain from Fu Xiru, which always made him extraordinarily ecstatic.

At this time, he didn't mind showing weakness, leaning on Fu Xiru's shoulder, stroking his fingers across his forearm, and then lazily said: "I remember you used to play the piano to me, and one day when you woke up from a nap, You are sitting outside playing the piano, right here? The sound of the piano is floating on the water..."

Fu Xiru remained silent, and turned to look at Wei Liao's calm and relaxed face.

He is really good at drums and qin, and he can't say that he can move the capital. After all, it is one of the six arts. A son of a family should know a little bit of everything, but Wei Liao knows how good he plays. Waking up from the dream, I heard a few lonely sounds outside, and then a piece of music flowing out, light and smooth.

It was safe to mention this matter, so it took Wei Liao a moment to realize that Fu Xiru had backed away again.He took great pains to talk about those dream-like years in the past, but when he opened his eyes, he found that Fu Xiru had returned to the stern and majestic appearance, hiding all the waves under his calm face. He was stunned for a moment, and was actually irritated , the warm dialogue is completely unsustainable.

Fu Xiru smiled at him, showing coldness in his smile, and stretched out his right hand to him, with a scar on his wrist: "This hand can't play the piano now."

Wei Liao's back was drenched in cold sweat, and he was speechless.

Fu Xiru looked at him, smiled deeper and deeper, and repeated again: "The hand that plays the piano is useless."

What was left was the hand that held the sword, the hand that killed people, like the strings of a zither were cut off at the same time, what was left to Wei Liao was only the sword, frost and snow, gunpowder smoke and rust.

Wei Liao didn't need to ask why or what was going on, he knew that Fu Xiru really hated him, for all of these, for the old days that would never come back, for their love for nothing, for the past five years Every scar on my face, every night, every sleepless night, every time I woke up but looked back, I was lonely and no one thought about it.

How can we miss it, how can we not bridge it?

It is harder to forget than to forgive.

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The author has something to say

Whether it's the light and sweet memories or the sincere hatred that is revealed now, I like it very much.Because only these can have deep love.