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Chang'an is naturally very good, magnificent and magnificent, all nations come to court, the world is a peony at the right time, Chang'an is a golden stamen wrapped firmly in layers of petals, as far as Fu Xiru sees it, no one would dislike it.

Yun Heng didn't seem to feel any complicated meaning in this sentence at all. He stopped his smile and looked around the hall. Seeing that the music class had already been lined up, the dancers had already lined up, and the singing was about to start, so he frankly He admitted: "Of course."

Fu Xiru lowered his head and smiled, his face was as white as jade under the shadow of the lamp, and he told the two beauties who were a bit afraid of him to soften their bodies and cuddle up to him, holding the wine glass to his lips, and softly persuaded him to drink.

This scene of embracing left and right is easy to cause people to make jokes, but Fu Xiru is not too rigid to play with. He lowers his head to pick up the wine glass from the beautiful woman's hand, and drinks the glass of wine with his jade hand, with a lazy and unrestrained expression.

He has always been dignified and self-possessed, and he is somewhat indifferent. The people who accompanied him at the table were all Yun Heng's old friends, and not many people knew him well, so it was rare for him to look like this, so he won rounds of applause.Yun Heng also nodded in admiration: "Lang Jun is romantic, I have only seen it so far! Today's banquet is just to enjoy the joy of the spring night, and please don't be restrained, drink to your heart's content!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone gave instructions to the dancer to enter the arena. After the crisp applause, the girls in light clothes entered gradually, and the music also sounded.

Nowadays, the green waist dance is revived again, with the sleeves as the cover and the feet as the festival. The dancers all wear long-sleeved dance clothes, step into the stage slowly, fly their sleeves, and dance to the drum beat of the Jiegu. The posture is both beautiful and soft. , quite moving.This is supposed to be a solo dance, but after a little adaptation, it can naturally be a group dance. As long as the hand is big enough, it can afford a team of beauties, and the romantic and soft attitude will also be beautiful.

Back and forth are the maids holding jade plates and delicacies, and beside them are gentle and soft jade beauties. This should be the Chang'an style that Fu Xiru is most accustomed to and most adapted to, but he still maintains a sharp sobriety, acting on the spot, False, never really drunk, and never let go of Yun Heng's attention.

Just the same.

Yun Heng is a generous person, so it is not difficult to serve him.He looked rough, which inevitably scared the girls who were used to soft-spoken and jade-faced gentlemen, but in fact he was not scary, and he was indeed a noble person, so the scene became more and more harmonious.

Accompanying guests were several old ministries of Yun Heng in Beijing, and several Beijing officials who had intersected with him. The spring breeze in the hall softened, the wine was sweet, and the melodious sound was transmitted beyond the high wall.

Dancing down to the heart and moon of the Yangliu Tower, singing the peach blossom fan.

After a lot of effort, Wei Liao came in through the back door.

Yun Heng is certainly cautious, but right now there are people from Dali Temple following him after all, so he restrained himself a bit, and didn't ask people to take full control of this magnificent private house, but just guarded the hall and gate where they had banquets, and the feathers beside him It was very easy for Lin Lang to bribe his master silently.

He stood on the porch with a sullen face, surrounded by picturesque gardens blurred in the night on both sides, quietly listening to the music coming from ahead, and did not speak for a long time.

Although the person who came out with him was a confidant, he didn't dare to disobey him, he healed and stood with him until Wei Liao said, "He's really here?"

The source of the news is very credible, and Yun Heng and Fu Xiru did not hide their actions, there is almost no need to inquire, and anyone who is interested will know, but the guard still has to reply solemnly: "Yes."

Wei Liao was not happy, each of them had to be cautious, and they could more or less guess the crux of the problem, so they added another word of guessing cautiously: "But there are other people at the table, Mr. Fu may just not be able to refuse ..."

It was like a stone sinking into the sea after saying these words, Wei Liao didn't make a sound, and squinted his eyes to look forward.The lantern swayed, and the blurred red light fell on his snow-white fox fur, which was as soft and sweet as drunken wine. He looked indifferently for a moment, and ordered: "Go, go and have a look."

Coming here was originally a whim, no matter what the reason was, Wei Liao didn't want to be noticed by everyone at the table, showing the disrespect of a daughter who sits on the table.

There are enough things Fu Xiru doesn't like about him, so there's no need to add anything else.

Therefore, the so-called "past" is nothing more than approaching the buildings where the girls usually live.Everywhere in this place exudes extravagance and beauty, just what a gold selling cave should look like.Wei Liao frowned, feeling uncomfortable.It's not that he has never been to such a place, but he never came here because of Fu Xiru's restlessness, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

He wasn't jealous, or angry at being betrayed.

Wei Liao was never jealous, because he had everything, so he didn't have to be jealous of others, and he never felt that he would be betrayed by Fu Xiru.What really stuck in his throat was that Fu Xiru said the truth, "Don't believe him", so what is he doing now?

Did he seek skin from the tiger, or did he trick Wei Liao?

There were flickering lights on the balcony, Wei Liao looked up, and suddenly a ridiculous thought came to his mind.He was trembling, but he was possessed by an evil spirit, and after a while he made up his mind: "Find a room where no one is there, and send me a girl."

The girl who served the girls was young, but she knew how to raise her eyebrows and lower her eyes. She understood his order without asking why, and brought him what he wanted, closed the door again, and came to comb his hair.

Wei Liao looked at himself in the mirror, and picked up a silk flower casually.The solar terms are not right, there are not many flowers, and most of them still use silk flowers for dressing up, but they are also beautiful enough. This one is a palm-sized peony flower made of precious silk cloth of various colors. Precious, it can be seen that the owner is such a beautiful and precious plaything.

He picked up another gold hairpin and looked at it in his palm.

The maid accidentally pulled his scalp, but he didn't speak, and glanced in the mirror.The bun has gradually taken shape, his hair is thick and thick, and it doesn't need to be adulterated if he combs it into a woman's bun, what is lacking is nothing but softness and tenderness, but this is not irreparable.

This impulse was absurd, but it was menacing, Wei Liao clutched his cold sleeves and almost convulsed.He tried to dissuade himself repeatedly, but in the end he still remained motionless, allowing the handsome maid to comb his hair and line up the jewelry for him to choose.

He had seen Concubine Pan or other women getting up to make up in the morning, and it seemed to be almost the same as the current scene, except that he was a man trying to get ahead.

Wei Liao had done colorful clothes to entertain his relatives, but it was different for a man to dress up as a woman, besides, he wanted to pretend to be a prostitute.

He ordered a few things casually, and even though his scalp suddenly sank a little, he almost didn't dare to look at himself in the mirror, and stood up to change his clothes.

The clothes were thin, but they could still cover the body. Even so, Wei Liao was very uncomfortable after putting them on. He had to tug at the neckline, and then he was buckled with a gold armband. He motioned for him to sit down and put on his makeup.

The long flying eyebrows, the thin red at the end of the eyes, the flowers are pasted in the middle of the forehead, even a little cherry red on the lips, and then put on the veil.From this point of view, she already looked like a beauty with cold eyebrows and a slightly hard outline.Wei Liao had never had a chance to see himself like this, and stared at the bronze mirror in a daze for a while, feeling dumbfounded.

He never thought that if he was really a woman, perhaps there would not be so much pain and boredom today.It's not too difficult for the Fu family to ask to marry a princess. It turns out that as long as he is a woman, all these catastrophes can be solved, and the torture of each other for many years will be over?

Has Fu Xiru thought about it?

He must have thought about it.Wei Liao knew too much about him, and knew even more that he likes to plan for a rainy day, and he has to think clearly about everything before he is willing to take action.What he wants is to have no regrets, to have no worries, and to lead the way to the dark.He must know that if Wei Liao was a woman, they would...they would...

Wei Liao was at a loss like never before.

He knew that this idea was absurd and nonsensical, he had always been himself and could not be someone else, and there was no way to cut off his past and grievances, nothing more than having to face real pain, so he had a dream for no reason.

Everything that weighed on him in this dream was gone, so he realized that he was not unconscious, not without hardships and pains, but just helpless, so he accepted it as nothing, with open arms.

He is so attached to Fu Xiru, maybe it's because Fu Xiru knows everything.

Looking at the person in the glasses again, Wei Liao reached out and pulled the fox fur, wrapped it tightly around himself, and went out.

No one followed him, and there was silence in the corridor. He went down the small building and walked forward according to his memory. He saw a piece of lights glowing red, and he almost turned around and went back the same way, but had to go forward again.

Further on, there are Yun Heng's cronies guarding him, if he doesn't want to be found out, he shouldn't go any further.

Wei Liao felt more and more that his impulse was groundless and useless. He stood in the cold night wind and played the role of a woman waiting for her lover. What's the point?

He wanted to come over to take a look no matter what, he even wanted to know what Fu Xiru and Yun Heng were talking about, and wanted to open Fu Xiru's heart to see what he was thinking and what was its significance?

He shouldn't think about these things, let alone care too much, because it's useless to him, it's not that he wants it, he just has to think this way, has to come, has to put on women's clothes ridiculously, and stand here , in a daze, blowing the wind, being forced to rush to the blood by the outrageous actions, his face was flushed, and he didn't know what to do next.

What was Fu Xiru doing at this time?

Wei Liao didn't have a chance to participate in such a banquet, but he thought it was similar to what he knew, besides, he had heard about Yun Heng's style in Beijing, so he didn't understand what it meant to be a drunken fan.

Fu Xiru's cooperation with Yun Heng may not be out of sincerity, but the fact is already in front of him. Wei Liao doesn't feel that the situation is irreversible, but he is angry because Fu Xiru has concealed it bluntly, and feels restless.

He didn't want to play this power game with Fu Xiru, but right now he had to.

Wei Liao took a deep breath, feeling both wronged and stupid.

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It's not good, Mr. Fu, you are too hot for a man to wear women's clothes! ! !