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In the dead of night, the banquet was over, and the female official with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes came to invite Fu Xiru.

This should be something that both of them knew well, but he stood there, stunned for a while.Wei Liaoyuan made him more delirious than he imagined, he almost lost his mind when he got close to him, besides, tonight was different, he knew something was wrong with him.

Maybe it was because of Yun Heng, maybe it was because of fear.

The female officer waited patiently for a while without urging her, and finally when Fu Xiru came back to her senses, she led him to the emperor's bedroom.

Wei Liao is changing out of the uniform he wore tonight.Once he sweated, he felt uncomfortable, and he had to wipe his body and change his clothes without taking a bath.Even though he knew he was going to sweat tonight, he couldn't bear it anymore.The maids around him dispersed one by one, leaving him after taking care of him. Fu Xiru stood at the door, watching him cautiously, and did not come straight over.

It was very quiet in the hall, so they looked affectionately at each other.Wei Liao didn't know what to say to make him come over, so he simply sat down and looked at him quietly.

They all drank a lot of wine, Wei Liao was vaguely looking forward to Fu Xiru who lost his mask again, but also felt that he wanted more than that, he was in a complicated mood, subconsciously picked the red velvet carpet, and felt a little cramped.

Fu Xiru finally moved, the shadow of the lamp falling on his shoulders rippled gently, and fell straight to his feet like water waves, he called out in a low voice and slowly: "Your Majesty..."

Wei Liao remembered what happened in the secluded corridor earlier, his mouth was dry, and he hummed.Thinking about the confusion just now, he didn't even notice Fu Xiru's expression, whether he was as confused as him, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, it seemed that he was too self-righteous.

In fact, he is not like this.

He always felt that he hadn't been pampered by Fu Xiru for a long time, this was not an illusion.There are too many things caught between the two of them, such as the cause of Fu Xiru's father's death that he has been secretly brooding about lately.The frightening thing is that he really doesn't know how much role he has played in it, and because of the age and intertwined roots, he will never know, and he is only convinced that he is guilty.

According to ordinary people, it seems that he should face Fu Xiru shamelessly, and break up with him from now on, but now is not an ordinary time, and he has never been an ordinary person.

Neither is Fu Xiru.

Even though everything has turned into a mess now, he still can't resist it, let alone do things according to the plan, without being absorbed in his mind, and without doing stupid things.

Wei Liao felt hot all over because he drank a lot of wine, but he still wanted to have two cups.The taste of Gong Niang is mellow and sweet, and it has a long aftertaste. It is not afraid of being drunk. Most people don't get dizzy and their feet feel weak until they leave the palace.

He swallowed hard, wondering why Fu Xiru didn't come over, why he looked at him like that, it was not easy to act as if nothing had happened, but this time he didn't want to take the initiative to invite again, he was going to wait.

Fortunately, after he became impatient, Fu Xiru moved quickly, walked up to him in a few strides, stretched out his hand to pull him up, and hugged him impatiently for an immeasurable amount of time.

This hug was unexpected, firm and hot, and Wei Liao couldn't help but be surprised. I don't know how long it was their first hug, the kind of intimate hug, Wei Liao was ready to look forward to whatever happened tonight. Things, but now I feel that this is too much.

In Fu Xiru's arms, he was like a child with no strength to restrain him, and it seemed that the hard shell on the outside had all melted, and the stuffing on the inside flowed out, making a mess and revealing without a doubt.

He didn't expect that he would be afraid of such a hug, as if he was completely wrapped in a person's heart, with such deep affection that he couldn't breathe, and even felt ashamed.

He has been His Majesty for too long, and he has to admit that he will not be Wei Young at all.

Fu Xiru didn't speak at first, but just hugged him with the wind and snow on his chest, which was deeply astonishing. Wei Liao felt that his face was pressing against his heart, restless, and felt that he could be strangled to death with just raising his hand, while he Not even to fight back.

So the two were in a stalemate until Fu Xiru said in a low voice, "I have no regrets."

Wei Liao trembled slightly.

These words seemed to be a threat, but Wei Liao knew it was not, it was just the truth.They signed a covenant with unprecedented intimacy and candor, and they will live and die without regret.

Fu Xiru had never made it so clear that he would never go back and what kind of future he had.

Wei Liao quickly retrieved his shell, and a mask rolled up from under his fragile and naked face, just covering his face, calm and composed.He raised his head and kissed Fu Xiru's face, stroked his scar nostalgicly and ambiguously, and said sweetly and fatally: "You have no regrets?"

Fu Xiru lowered his head and looked at him. The two were actually almost the same height. At this time, it didn't seem that one was weak or the other was accommodating. He smiled, and faint ripples spread: "Yes."

Wei Liao's hand trembled, and he grabbed his wrist unexpectedly, so he tried harder to hold back the trembling.He knew that he had some unusual flaws and hobbies, but he also knew that this was not the time to recall the Longyuan Sword, so he silently watched Fu Xiru spread his hand and looked at his pale pink scar in his eyes. See a little tenderness and compassion.

He took a deep breath, and raised his hand to pull Fu Xiru's neckline, but his hand was held down, and he was picked up and thrown onto the bed.

Wei Liao prefers thick and soft bedding, so he didn't get hurt at all. He trembled only because he realized that Fu Xiru was entangled with him to death, and he never wanted to break the bond.This is the bloody lingering to death, making his whole body immerse himself in the intoxicating drunkenness infinitely while his desire to kill boils, making his muscles and bones weak.

Fu Xiru lied on the imperial couch and stripped him naked. Only then did Wei Liao have time to take off his clothes. Halfway through, he was grabbed by his thigh.

As if a battle was in full swing, Wei Liao half-propped up several times, but was pushed down again. He was really tired, and he felt satisfied. He bit Fu Xiru hard on the shoulder where the clothes had slipped off, leaving a clear row of tooth marks. Slightly satisfied, he fell on the pillow and lazily watched Fu Xiru pull his thigh to make him put into a suitable, powerless posture.

It's like clamping.

Wei Liao knew that he was drunk, otherwise he would not be able to explain why Fu Xiru pinched him on the pillow by his neck, grabbed his hair, and looked at him dimly as he leaned over, looking for him, and the tears in his eyes.

At such a revenge-like moment, Fu Xiru unexpectedly reached out and brushed the corners of his eyes, wiping away the tears that oozed from him.He licked Wei Liao's knuckle fingers one by one, and then licked the slender scar on his palm. Wei Liao watched helplessly, almost thinking that he was going to die, wishing to cut off his scarlet tongue and put it in a box. Save forever.

Wei Liao's back trembled, and he felt weaker than being strangled by the throat.

He closed his eyes, raised his head, and offered himself in suffering, as if it was an exchange.

In the first half of the night, Wei Liao only remembered the tossing and turning Huan Ai, but it was in the second half of the night that he really woke up.The wine is already sober, how to spend the night forever?

Naturally, it is a long talk by candlelight.

Wei Liao is not quite sure how the two countries will talk after the declaration of war, but between the two old lovers, it seems to be much simpler.Fu Xiru stroked his back back and forth, hugging his smooth body under the brocade quilt, and then they talked about Yun Heng.

"Don't trust him."

Although he knew a lot, Fu Xiru only had one thing to say.

Wei Liao didn't ask any more questions, but wondered if he should believe Fu Xiru's position in this sentence.

"He works."

It can be seen that even if the two countries declare war and talk about peace, most of them will only speak lies and nonsense.

Wei Liao looked at the lines of the lamp shadows flowing on the brocade quilt, wondering if it was a couple's tent, and after a while he felt that the two people under the quilt had long been intertwined and intertwined.Drowsiness gradually came up, maybe it was the aftertaste of alcohol.

However, sharing the bed with someone who just declared war, it is not easy to quickly let yourself fall asleep without any grievances. Wei Liao sighed softly: "Tell me the truth?"

After a moment of silence, Fu Xiru followed suit and replied, "I can't."

Wei Liao froze for a while, but couldn't help laughing after he understood.He turned his back to Fu Xiru, lazily arched himself into his arms, sleepy: "Well, this is a true sentence."

It was because it was so true that he really couldn't continue talking as if nothing had happened.

That's useless.

In the morning of the next day, Wei Liao was woken up by a sudden noise. With his eyes half open and half closed, he realized that Fu Xiru had got up and was getting dressed.

He watched the figure silently, not knowing whether he should make a sound or not.

He had never watched Fu Xiru leave with such a mood before, not even the day he left Beijing.In the past, Wei Liao was too determined, because he was spoiled.This spoilage had nothing to do with the late Emperor, it was all done by Fu Xiru.

He never said a word of no, but later he actually turned up against the case, argued with him for irrelevant matters, and even hated him, but Wei Liao couldn't admit it, let alone get used to it.

It was he who used his power to expel Fu Xiru, but it seemed that he was abandoned by Fu Xiru.

Wei Liao sighed silently, sat up from the bed, and said in a rough voice, "Going?"

Fu Xiru looked back at him, not surprised, and didn't speak, as if he was tired.

As far as driving with Wang Ban is concerned, it is very tiring.Wei Liao casually brushed his hair behind his ears, watched him fasten his belt, and said in a low voice, "Tell me the truth?"

He didn't expect that he would want to turn this into a habit, and it seemed to be asking for a temporary truce.

Fu Xiru sighed, but did not answer.

Perhaps there are not so many truths in the world.

He is leaving.

Wei Liao reached out and hooked his sleeve, without raising his head, he finally asked in a low voice: "You don't have Wei Young in your heart, do you?"

Fu Xiru paused, turned around and looked at him.Wei Liao held his breath for a moment, and then let go, because Fu Xiru raised his chin with two fingers, forcing them to finally look at each other.After being silent for a while, Wei Liao saw the answer in his eyes and wanted to turn his head away, but Fu Xiru used a little force and he couldn't dodge it, so he had to face it directly.

Fu Xiru was as calm as a deep lake: "Look at yourself, you know it well."

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The author has something to say

Wei Liao finally realized that Fu Xiru might not love him anymore.

Fu Xiru: You are a bit desperate! ! ! !

Declaring war goes well with being AI!

(Although it seems that the tongue should be soaked in medicinal wine, it is a bit disgusting!)