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The heart of a child is a compliment.

It doesn't matter how much is true, what matters is how much Wei Liaoxin has.Yun Heng had just pleaded guilty in the hall and begged for punishment. Whether it was his gestures or his sincere words, he won Wei Liao's protection.

It is naturally impossible to pay for life with life, and it may even be unscathed in the end.

Fu Xiru didn't speak, but Pei Mi continued to ask: "Master Fu, hasn't he heard about the mother of the Jiedu Envoy?"

Yun Heng's parentage has never been a secret, but because his father was a Turkic general who surrendered and died in battle decades ago, people have ignored his mother's lineage.What's more, as a dancer, his mother's status is not high anyway, and maybe she is just his father's concubine.

The identity is already embarrassing enough, why bother to mention the twists and turns when meeting people?

When Mi Pei mentioned this at this time, it was not so much a test as a chat to pass the time, but it's not that Pei Mi has never done it to find out Fu Xiru's mind with words, and he has not thought of this idea for a long time.

"I only know that both parents are dead," Fu Xiru sighed, "Who knew it would be like this."

It's hard to say that the death of Jiangzhou Inspector was somehow related to this matter, but Yun Heng's escape was almost doomed.What he is sighing about is probably just this tortuous story told by Yun Heng.

Naturally, it was impossible for Pei Mi to misunderstand, and she sighed meaningfully: "His niece has endured all hardships."

The scene was hectic just now, I didn't have time to say, I still don't know where Yun Heng's long-lost sister has gone. Anyway, this niece has transformed from a house prostitute to Jiedushi's only loved one.

Fu Xiru glanced at Pei Mi in surprise: "Your Excellency is sympathetic."

Pei Mi obviously didn't mean that. He should have cultivated his morals long ago at his age. Although he had a few beauties, he didn't feel so self-respecting that when he met a woman, he felt compassion.He vaguely felt that there was something in Fu Xiru's words, but he really couldn't see the clue, so he groaned like a toothache, and laughed twice: "Master Fu really likes to joke."

Not long after, the Huangmen came to summon Pei Mi in, and the two said goodbye politely. Fu Xiru sat alone in the side hall, recalling Yun Heng's words and the subtle expressions of several officials from the beginning. Thinking of any doubts, I had to put it down for the time being.

He knew that with Zhou Shuo's disposition of jealousy and cleanliness, the trial of the case would definitely be called harsh, but since Yun Heng had done such a thing, he would definitely come to him and get rid of the crime as soon as possible.I just don't know how he will come and what to do.

There were narcissus in the hall, and Fu Xiru touched the petals casually, and felt that his sleeves were filled with strong winds, and his whole body would be swept away and fall off the cliff.

It is true that he has known for a long time that there is no way to retreat, but when this day comes, he still can't help but tremble after all, for everything he has done, for everything that pushed him to this point.

The side hall is a place for officials to wait for a while, so all kinds of fragrant flowers are offered according to the season throughout the year, most of which imply high quality. Feel like a stranger.

He grew up in Chang'an, and became famous all over the world when he was young. He already knew what kind of person he would become, but he never knew that the process was so difficult and painful.

He gave almost everything away.

Fu Xiru originally thought that she would no longer feel pain.He went through physical pain and gnawed hatred many times, but he didn't expect Chang'an and Wei Liao to be so powerful, almost like a ghost, which made him exhausted and unsustainable, like sinking into the bottom of sticky water, Looking at the whole world through the heavy undercurrent, lonely and painful, the ribs are under heavy pressure, and even the heart cannot be happy.

Although life is still dead.

If you really regard this as death, then the taste of death is too painful.

During the evening banquet, Fu Xiru sat down absent-mindedly, and when drinking and drinking, she actually touched a narcissus flower from her sleeve.The smell in the hall was complicated, he didn't realize it beforehand, even at this moment, what surrounded him was the scent of powder and powder from the voices of the palace servants, and the smell of alcohol that made people dizzy.

It's too loud.

He looked up at the throne, saw that Wei Liao was sitting upright, with a smile on his face, and didn't look in this direction, so he turned his head and found an excuse to go out.

The moon was bright and the stars were thin outside, far away from singing, dancing and laughter. Fu Xiru went around the corridor and sat down in a place away from the halo of the palace lights. He felt a little bit of openness and emptiness, so he let out a long sigh of relief. .

The human heart is no different from the Dao heart, it will be shaken after all.He only wished that Wei Liao hadn't noticed the difference, and let him spend it alone, like Ye Xuemei, quietly passing through the difficulties and disintegration of this moment, and then everything would be the same as before.

Fu Xiru knew that he was different from others, he pushed himself too hard and endured too much.If he could go all out and just want to win the madness and happy temper, maybe it would be much easier, but if he can't do it, he can't do it.

He can't help but care, and he can't help being concerned, so he is infinitely close to any mortal in the world, even though his thoughts are piled up from his chest to his mouthpiece, he still can't speak, let his affection be blown and exposed to the sun, and let the delicate and precious The thing was sharpened repeatedly, and finally turned into a knife, as rough as sand, leaving an ugly scar on his heart.

He hated Wei Liao so much, for everything he had in the past, but he didn't want him to know anything, maybe it was because concealment could make him feel a little better, or maybe it was because he fell in love after all.

What Xie Yizhi said is actually not wrong, but all love in the world is nothing more than demonic possession.

Fu Xiru was sitting in the dark, leaning against the railing, closing his eyes and sorting out his thoughts.He was dressed in a dark color, and the palace lanterns only illuminated half of his body, so it was difficult to detect without looking closely. A female official who was in a hurry passed by, stumbled and fell straight into his arms.

What happened suddenly, Fu Xiru opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were like sharp blades, but he suddenly heard a woman's scream, and then he was thrown into his arms.

He subconsciously clasped the female official's waist, recognized the color of her dress through the halo of the palace lights, and knew that she was a female official from a banquet in the palace. He felt relieved and helped her stand up: "That's abrupt."

The woman looked young, but her manners were moderate. She stood up straight from his arms and didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so she hurriedly saluted: "The slaves are shameless, disturbing the purity of the adults."

There were quite a few female officials in the palace, and there were even more people around here for Wei Liao's night banquet today. Although Fu Xiru was not wearing court clothes, the ones who could be here must be officials, and the identities of each other could be confirmed soon.

It would be too impolite to stand in the shadows again, Fu Xiru's thoughts were disturbed by this sudden incident, and his complexion softened, appearing gentle and restrained in the halo of palace lights.The female officer didn't dare to take a second look, she bowed again to apologize, then turned and left.

Wei Liao happened to see this scene.

He really didn't pay attention to Fu Xiru's movements all the time, and he didn't have such energy either.Besides, it's not uncommon to escape from the banquet, and it's barely counted if there are people throwing themselves into their arms when they escape from the banquet.

After the female officer left, Fu Xiru did not retreat to the dark place, but stood in place and looked up at the moon, feeling a little bewildered and indifferent.

Wei Liao didn't know how to get out and what to say to him.The ground is full of thorns, and if you want to wade out a way, you will be dripping with blood. After trying two more times, he is afraid. Whenever he thinks of looking at each other, he subconsciously feels pain, and whenever he wants to move forward, he retreats back and forth.

Besides, he had never looked at Fu Xiru like this before.

Either there are tens of thousands of people staring at each other, or the sky is dim, and there are complex eyes staring at each other.Fu Xiru used to be able to understand his every expression, but now it seems that they are mismatched mortise and tenon joints, out of place, squeezed together by a pair of big hands, hurting each other, but they have to bear with each other, as if there is no other way.

Wei Liao never thought that there was another way.What he said to Zi Qiong was true, he would rather die at the hands of Fu Xiru than to try other methods, unless that method was to drive him crazy first and kill Fu Xiru.

Thinking that one of them would die first, Wei Liao couldn't help but tremble.He didn't think he was weird or unusually persistent, but he felt safe when he thought of the bond forged with death and blood.

Nothing in the world can separate them.

Wei Liao took a step, but Fu Xiru didn't notice him, so he took another step. It seemed that these few steps could accumulate enough strength and momentum. Even if he was discovered, Wei Liao continued to move forward step by step, stepping into his abyss.

Fu Xiru stood still, as if welcoming a cat that had wandered outside and finally returned home, as if afraid of scaring him away, so Wei Liao managed to stand in front of him, hesitated to speak, and finally said lightly: "Are you cold? "

This question was not answered, Fu Xiru held his wrist, took a step forward, and squeezed him onto the vermilion colonnade. His fingers groped in his palm, forcing him to open his five fingers to expose the shallow scar inside. , the lingering and shallow contact of the fingertips is like a chattering fish, which is inseparable.

Wei Liao grabbed his hand and let the fish stop in the palm of his hand. After a moment, he followed his wrist all the way to his forearm.

There was no way he could retreat, Fu Xiru raised his other hand, supported his neck, put his fingertips between his hair, and lowered his head to stick to his lips.

It's inevitable, it's fate.

Wei Liao shuddered very quickly, but it was hard to tell whether it was because the feeling was too light and sweet, or because his arm was too sensitive, and the slightest touch made him go limp, unable to support himself.He hadn't closed his eyes yet, but he could only see Fu Xiru's gentle silhouette, and his brows which were slightly furrowed, hiding a lot of thoughts.

He thought to himself that he was drunk, but a corner of his heart knew instinctively that it was not.

This is just the sudden revival of Fu Xiru from many years ago, entangled with this old man who came back with snow in the cloak.

Wei Liao finally surrendered.

Repeating the same mistakes in old love is not only like revisiting the old place, but also like being resurrected from the dead, the ashes turned into flames, with a dying red light, as if it can only be rekindled overnight.

This kiss seemed to be the only selfish destination he wanted in this life.