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Uncovering the incomplete panorama of the truth in Wei Liao's eyes, Fu Xiru was much more frank than before when he refused to say anything. He quietly looked at the trembling Wei Liao and continued, cold and silent, as if the person he mentioned Not myself at all.

"In the second year of my stay in Youzhou, I was attacked by Turkic people. I was hit by an arrow in my right hand, which damaged my muscles and bones. After the military doctor stitched it up, I couldn't play the piano anymore."

He tried, but in the end he never touched the strings again.

An astonishing storm gathered in the bed tent, Wei Liao expected such a day, but neither knew it was tonight, nor did he know that at this moment, he was powerless to fight back, he just looked at Fu Xiru and continued talking.

Years of resentment poured out overnight, and the candle seemed to be shaking.

"Weiyang," Fu Xiru sat up, looked at his face, like biting a piece of pig iron, chewing a handful of ice and snow, said his meaningful name, and then called him by his honorific title: "Your Majesty, do you still want to get from me?" Take what?"

Wei Liao shook quickly, quickly grabbed his palm, and sat up, all expressions on his face faded away, letting Fu Xiru tell the grievances between the two of them one after another, making the shape of the rift reappear. show up in front of your eyes.

"I've always known that you are willful and self-willed, and you think your tolerance has reached the limit, but you don't think it's tolerance," Fu Xiru took a deep breath, as if he had returned to many years ago, that night the candles were also flickering, turbulent, and he Facing Wei Liao's calm eyes, he asked the first question as sharp as an arrow: "How much does my father's death have to do with you?"

Even though he was ready, Wei Liao couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

Fu Xiru was very imposing, looked at him indifferently and bored, and stopped smiling: "You didn't expect that I would know."

Wei Liao was irrefutable.

Back then when the prince's deeds were about to be revealed, the dog jumped the wall in a hurry, from the idea of ​​seizing power and forcing the palace to try his best to pull as many people into the water as possible before death, Wei Liao started to fight, and took advantage of the opportunity of serving the sick late emperor to secretly fuel the flames and cut off the prince The henchmen of the party, and at the same time make friends with their own people.

Fu Xiru's father died at this time.He couldn't be sure what role he had played in it, but this matter was indeed related to him, and what could never be washed off for the rest of his life was the shadow of blood on his hand.

Wei Liao turned pale, and hissed, "I don't know... I didn't mean to..."

Of course he didn't mean to, he just didn't care.He was also indisputable, because he didn't expect Fu Xiru to know, he knew it all along, and he didn't say it until today?Before that, what kind of mood did he use to treat the murderer who indirectly killed his father, and what kind of mood did he use to make a deal with Wei Liaoxu?

Wei Liao looked around in a daze, suddenly felt that the whole world was as fragile as paper, as illusory as a dream, Penglai Mountain and Hanyuan Hall were sinking into the ground.

Only Fu Xiru in front of him is real, and only this person who hates him is real.

Fu Xiru didn't speak anymore, and of course he wasn't convinced by his weak explanation.He believed that what Wei Liao said was true, he did it unintentionally, he didn't do it on purpose, and he never expected the ending to be like this, he was the one who caused Fu Xiru to lose his father.

But even if he knew, he would rather let Fu Xiru suffer this kind of pain, and focus on getting what he wanted.

Wei Liao has always been like this, he doesn't love the world, in fact he doesn't love authority, but he just can't get away from all of these, let alone let go for a moment, he would rather pay an unimaginable price, and he must stick to it with blood.

What exactly is he asking for?

Fu Xiru never said these things, because the past is irretrievable, and because Wei Liao is also lonely and wandering in the world.The first emperor died two years after the incident of deposing the crown prince. From then on, Wei Liao didn't have a loved one in his heart.

He doesn't need pity and sympathy, but if a person is really tempted and affectionate, he can't help but pity and sympathize.

"At that time, I didn't expect that things could get worse." Fu Xiru also restrained his expression, just looked at Wei Liao, and asked, "Can you tell me now why you must kill Duke Yasukuni?"

This was their first irreconcilable dispute.

Wei Liao's domineering behavior is actually not annoying. After all, he is pampered, has an outstanding appearance, and knows how to make people like him.But His Majesty is not, His Majesty is a will as cold as iron, towering as a mountain, irreversible, and irreversible.

Lord Yasukuni clearly deserved death, but Fu Xiru knew very well that Wei Liao was testing the sharpness of his authority and asking him to bow his head and obey his orders.

If it weren't for the fact that the dispute involved the life of a founding father's blood, Fu Xiru would not be reluctant to bow his head.

He is a minister, and Wei Liao is a ruler, and the relationship between them is neither balanced nor fair. His struggle did not save lives, nor did it make Wei Liao restrain himself a little later.

Wei Liao naturally didn't like to listen to good words. Fu Xiru was always unhappy when meeting him, and because of his position as a regular attendant on horseback riding, he was a counselor on state affairs. After a long time, the rift between the two was well known. Secretly called the day "falling out of favor".

In fact, he has never lost his personal love, but Wei Liao is getting more and more used to the throne day by day, and Fu Xiru is getting weaker and weaker day by day, he tastes the taste of disobedience day by day, and watches his changes day by day exacerbated.

It was almost as fast as an instant, but it seemed like many years in the memory.Resentment and endless lingering desires breed together. When they don't speak and forget about state affairs, they just seek pleasure, as if the world is scattered into clouds.

This kind of time cannot last long, Wei Liao's patience will eventually run out, and Fu Xiru also understands what he wants.

What Fu Xiru wanted was the unconditional obedience that Fu Xiru could no longer give, bowing his head and obeying his ears like a dog.

If Wei Liao wanted such a person, he shouldn't have come to Fu Xiru, let alone told him, I really like you.

Xinyue is not like this alone.

What he wanted was a man who was crushed and turned into ashes, not the Fu Xiru he loved.Wei Liao may not understand the truth of this, but he refuses to admit that there are things he can't do.

It was during that time that Fu Xiru gradually developed indifference and burnout, and faced Wei Liao calmly as usual, first in government affairs, and later in private as well.He was boring, and so was Wei Liao. They looked at each other and hated each other. In the fourth or fifth year of dating, they felt that the other person's face was disgusting, and they wished they could die together.

It was just an occasional thought, but it was full of temptation, because only this way can make them stay together forever, but you don't have to think about the future, others, the world, all people, or even your own name, the first 20 years in your life. Year.

There is no longer any way to escape.

Later, because of an incident that Fu Xiru was struggling to remember now, they had the biggest quarrel ever, and the next day Wei Liao disregarded the order to relegate him and sent him to Youzhou.

Fu Xiru believed that at that moment, Wei Liao's heart must be filled with hatred and revenge towards him, and he would never die.

Even now, it seems that they have returned to those times of endless disputes, Fu Xiru thought for a while, and then remembered that what caused the quarrel between them seemed to be that Wei Liao wanted to build a new palace and recruit far more corvees.

Since ancient times, the country has always been farming and mulberry. Wei Liao made such a decision just because of his whim. "It's nothing more than relying on my love for you."

Wei Liao's original words seem to be like this.

Fu Xiru has always been well aware of this fact, so he did not expect that it would be a shocking shame for him to rely on his favor to rise to the top, and even be able to influence Wei Liao's wishes.

He didn't have to be so deep in the mud.

The embarrassment and hatred later cannot be blamed for the temptation in the early years, and the shame and determination at that time naturally cannot calm down the state of mind today.

Fu Xiru knew that Wei Liao didn't think he was wrong, things were exactly the same as before, but he had indeed changed, his emotions and anger were not visible, and he didn't feel that the shame was not worth bearing, he couldn't get close to this person without a clear mind.

How does time change a person and make him look like this?

He raised Wei Liao's face with his hand, and looked at him. He obviously didn't smile, but he still smiled, softly and coldly: "Tell me, what else do you want to take away from me?"

Wei Liao really trembled, looked at him with blue eyes that were cold, gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word.

He can't answer this kind of question, because he doesn't even know what he wants, but it must be all about Fu Xiru, and it is something that he will never give to his lover when he meets his lover in a graceful manner, no matter the lover who is it.

Fu Xiru and him looked at each other for a moment, and seemed to understand that he had no answer, so he let go, turned around and was about to leave.

It was already very late at night, the palace gate was locked, and the city had a curfew. In fact, he couldn't go anywhere, but he didn't want to stay in this place either.

Wei Liao grabbed him, using too much strength in his desperation, Fu Xiru staggered and fell back again.

"You can't go anywhere."

Wei Liao didn't let go, but was secretly surprised in his heart.He was still a teenager when Fu Xiru left, so his physical strength was naturally inferior to that of Fu Xiru, who was five years older than him, so he had never experienced the experience of being able to suppress the other party physically.

But the taste is really not bad, even if the current shape does not allow him to be complacent, he is still complacent.

That's why the sentence "You can't go anywhere" just now is not a retention, it is already an order, an imperial decree, and a fait accompli.

Fu Xiruo really became angry, seeing him angry, Wei Liao was even more joyful, clamped his wrists tightly, locked him on his couch, looked down at the firm chest that had to be exposed after a long stretch , and looked up at Fu Xiru's face again: "You hate me, and I feel happy too."

This is also a truth, Wei Liao is not afraid of being hated by others, but he is afraid that there will be no deeper traces left to prove that it is true.

Fu Xiru was already lying under him, not going to do more useless struggles, but when he heard the words, he jumped up and broke free from Wei Liao's half-hearted shackles.

They actually got into a fight under the bed tent.