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When Fu Xiru left the palace on horseback, when he touched the whip, he was rarely stunned.

This is one of the many things that Wei Liao gave him. It was stuck on the edge of the limit. It was Wei Liao's favorite thing. It was close to the body and not conspicuous. It was quite worthy of Fu Xiru's weight in Wei Liao's eyes at that time.

When he left Beijing, he didn't know who stuffed it into his luggage, and unknowingly, he had brought it with him all these years.

Just now at Meiting, he also thought of the whip.

It is true to say that Wei Liao has no sense of proportion, but it is wrong to say that he is not successful.Perhaps now he is the person who understands Wei Liao best. Although they may not share the same hatred, they can only be entangled with each other.

The time in the early years is fleeting, but the love is hard to get rid of. In the night when he fell asleep with his pillow under the wind and snow in Youzhou, there was not a moment when he did not think of Wei Liao.People who are born rich in the world don't know suffering, it's right, but for this right, they burn the whole world down with willful fire, Fu Xiru can't watch such a thing happen.

He hated Wei Liao to the point of silently saying his name, with a murderous look on his lips and teeth. After all, he couldn't commit the crime of regicide as soon as they met. He even had a headache on how to deal with Wei Liao's unusual interest. Headache.

Enmity is the needle that sews people together. It passes through the bone, leaving scars and bruises. It is hard to say whether the stitches can make people connect more closely, or more dangerously.

When Fu Xiru received the order to call him back to Beijing, he also felt for a moment that the power of the ruler of the world seemed to be within sight and within reach. Not all roads.

The timing of his return is delicate.

The family is in disarray, there are not many talents, and most of the old friends are not in the capital. Contacts have become difficult and dangerous. All they can rely on is the biggest threat when they were demoted, Jiedushi Yunheng.

Yun Heng occupies Fan Yang, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away. He is already the overlord of one party. He also made great contributions to defending against the Turks in the previous feudal towns, but now he has become Wei Liao's confidant. He never thought of letting Fu Xiru Leaving Beijing and throwing him into the icy and snowy northern Xinjiang unexpectedly gave him a chance to hook up with Yun Heng.

Rather than asking him to continue to use the Fu family's 300-year connections to win over Yun Heng's family, it is naturally better to get him back.

Fu Xiru did not write anything to Wei Liao in the past five years except for the memorial, except for the letter in the winter season, a few words, which made Wei Liao have to pass on the decree and called him back to Beijing. Beijing.

Between the two of them, it seems that there is always very little talking, whether it is the truth or love, how many things are just under the skull, thousands of miles away, silently confront each other, in a few words, you can see each other's hardness and coldness.

Wei Liao hated not being able to crush him, not without reason.

Fu Xiru didn't know what the outcome was, she just knew that Wei Liao couldn't go on like this.He didn't want to be a rebellious minister and a traitor because he didn't want Wei Liao to be a senseless and stupid king, and they shouldn't be the fate of a rebellious minister and a foolish king.

He rode his horse across Suzaku Street and walked all the way home.

The generation of the Fu family was in decline. Before he left Beijing, his father passed away, and his mother died early, leaving behind a huge mansion, which was guarded by his younger brother Fu Xixing, who was still working as a student at the Imperial College and waiting for Enyin. It was in danger.

He is the only one person in this world, such a place, he can be nostalgic for.

The sudden arrival of Fu Xiru presumably no one except the palace could have received the news that Fu Xixing would be back at night at the earliest.

Fu Xiru rode his horse to the door of the house, stopped, and looked up at the plaque on it.

His father was granted the title of Duke of the Founding State, and he himself was demoted to the rank of Duke, and now he still has the title of Duke of the County on him, whether the plaque has not been taken off.Not to mention that the family is full of glory, but the wealth of the whole family, now it seems, is here.

Few, cold and solemn.

He stopped, no one dared to urge him, and he knew that he must be full of emotions at this moment, so they all fell silent, the snow fell all over his head, and the door was as quiet as the night.

In fact, Fu Xiru didn't think about anything.

He knew how Wei Liao "selected talents and promoted talents" when he left. He found a Shangshu Zuo Pushe who was obsessed with flattering him. , to break up the so-called family of the Three Dynasties, the mainstay that stands still.

The power of these people is so intertwined that they cannot be shaken by ordinary means, but Wei Liao unexpectedly managed to dismantle them in sevens and eighties.

The Fu family is also among them.

Fu Xiru was not around, so he was naturally light. His only younger brother, Fu Xixing, was still young. Throwing him in the Imperial College was like a piece of cabbage that lost his parents.

——It seems that Wei Liao, who was drunk and dreamy, didn't do nothing.

Fu Xiru wanted to laugh, but suppressed the turmoil again, dismounted and entered the door.

There are red plum blossoms planted in the courtyard, which is the so-called "cinnabar plum" in Sichuan. It is as bright as blood, also called "Zhu Yanlie". It sounds like a woman who died for love. , nor prosperous.

Fu Xiru casually folded one and took it to his room.

The chef should be busy with today's small banquet. When Fu Xixing got the news, he promised him that he would take care of him personally. Apart from the joy of reunion, it also meant to let him see that he is also a man who can take care of himself. .

At that time, he was only as long as an arm, but now he kept saying that he was a man. Fu Xiru felt that he was not used to it, and it was against harmony when he thought about it.

After inserting the plum blossom, Fu Xiru went behind the screen to change clothes by herself.

He had long been used to doing things by himself, but the servants were quite surprised, and came up to replace him in a hurry after a while.

Back then, the people around him also left long ago. These should be new ones, and they were not easy to use. Fu Xiru had something on his mind, so he endured it.Although the scar on his face is not ugly, it is not easy to get close to. He lowered his head to look at the white and tender but trembling jade hand. It took a while to remember what happened, and then he began to think, this face now, It can't be regarded as Fu Xixing's colleagues boasted in the early years that "my eldest brother is like a man of jade tree and golden branch".

He didn't care about these for a long time, but Fu Xixing, young people pay attention to face, even if they don't talk about it, they will definitely feel bad for him.

Fu Xiru couldn't stand this the most.

Unexpectedly, it was not Fu Xiru who entered the door first, but an uninvited guest who came straight into Fu Xiru's room without invitation, and said very affectionately, "Qin Sun!"

As soon as Fu Xiru raised his head, he saw a tall and thin figure approaching without a trace, and grabbed his left arm that naturally stretched out: "It's been a long time!"

Before he woke up, he had already called out the man's name: "Yizhi!"

Qinsun is Fu Xiru's word, and sun is also called calamus. It is said that there is no dust to allow the Wei to be elegant, and no one can be as clean as a hundred herbs.Xi Ruqin Sun, it must be said that the expectations are extremely high.

There are only a few old friends who can call him Qinsun.

When Fu Xiru was young, the late emperor granted him the title of Doctor of the Taizhong by virtue of his kindness. He was originally an idle official, but because of his birth, he got a good reputation several times. A close minister——was also a person who was once honored and favored by no one.

Before Xie Yizhi became a doctor in the imperial court, he had played horses, hunted, enjoyed spring, and tasted the piano together. Their family backgrounds were similar, and they speculated on each other. They came and went again and again, and became close friends.Those who can come to visit him after getting the news at this time are more or less regarded as true friends.

Fu Xiru was not rigid, told him to sit down, and ordered someone to serve tea.

There is no need to hide your head and show your tail when talking here. Xie Yizhi took a sip of tea and said his question just now: "Your face..."

Fu Xiru has gradually gotten used to the fact that these people ask each other when they meet each other, and he said concisely: "The scars left by the war."

He must have had a hard time living in Youzhou these years. Anyone can imagine this. Xie Yizhi sighed a few times without saying much, and then handed over: "It's good that I have taken care of you for the past few years. Now you can return safely." , I have returned to Zhao completely."

What he said was nondescript and very humorous. It was Xie Yizhi's usual upright and playful attitude. Fu Xiru glanced at him and smiled half-smile: "Thank you for your trouble. You were the only one who could trust me when I left in a hurry. It's too small..."

Xie Yizhi waved his hand, he didn't want to hear these polite words anymore: "Why do you say thank you between you and me? You just came back, I shouldn't have come to disturb you, but you should also know..."

He sighed, with a solemn expression: "The situation in Beijing has changed in the past few years."

Fu Xiru knew that he was always considerate, so he must have rushed to deliver the news. It was hard for him to make this trip in heavy snow. Hearing the words, he suppressed the relaxed smile between his eyebrows and eyes: "I would like to hear more about it."

If he wants to be the Zhilan Yushu from before, that's all. It's nothing more than dignified and prudent to clean up his appearance. Now it's a bit scary. Xie Yizhi is even more keenly aware that the aura on his body is also thick and chilling, so he can't help being more correct. Start from the beginning: "It's a long story, let me start after you left Beijing. You Meng Xia left Beijing, and in the mid-autumn general election, you picked out such a person—the current Shangshu Sheng Zuo Pushe, Pei Mi, At that time, he was elected to the sixth rank, and somehow he got His Majesty's favor, and in the second year, he changed his green clothes into purple robes, and became a great prime minister..."

He spoke with enthusiasm and cadence, but Fu Xiru only showed a thoughtful expression, without commenting or interrupting, which made people feel dull, and knocked on the couch under him: "Aren't you surprised?"

Fu Xiru came back to his senses, looked at him with a deep heart, calm and calm: "Youzhou is far away, but such a big event, I still know about it."

What's the surprise.

Xie Yizhi knew that these words were not too bold, but his interest was somewhat turned off, so the next words were very sloppy, without the relish of chewing his tongue: "If this is the case, then you should also know that Your Majesty poisoned Yongzhou King Mu Yiyang, punished for the great crime of treason, and dismissed the matter of Mu Yiyang from the seven prefectures."

Fu Xiru didn't raise his head: "I know."

This may be Wei Liao's biggest handwriting since he ascended the throne, how could he not know.Without this Shangshu Zuo Pushe who is good at observing the wishes and using all means to achieve Wei Liao's wishes, how could such a big thing be accomplished.

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I checked the information and found that there were only Sichuan red plums in the Tang Dynasty (probably this is the meaning.), Zhu Yanlie and Zhu Shamei were all made up by me, nice names.

The poem about calamus is Xu Qiao's "Song of Fist and Stone Calamus", the whole poem: Rock springs are sprinkled with roots, and fists and stones are entangled with each other.

The soil leaves are gradually removed from the green belt, and the thin stems are green and fresh.

No dust is allowed to be elegant, and no one can be as clean as a hundred herbs.

The daily class cangtou is injected with new water, and the forest and valley are to be moved in front of the court. .The general idea is that calamus is a very pure flower, and its status in traditional culture is similar to that of orchids.The ancients often used vanilla as a metaphor for celebrities, which symbolized many good qualities.There are many colors of calamus flowers, but I like the red one of pomegranate flower better.