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Fu Xiru looked at his palm.

With the bone stuck to Jianfeng, as long as he doesn't let go, his hand is safe and sound, so it doesn't matter much.Sudden blood loss is a bit scary, but it is not unheard of that is more terrifying than this, and it is not the most important thing: "The ominous weapon of a soldier, the body of a thousand gold, why do you have to do it yourself?"

These words were as gentle as ever, Fu Xiru even pushed the sword edge with his bleeding hand, but the sarcasm in it could not be mistaken.

Wei Liaoben thought that he would at least be happy when he saw blood, and he shouldn't be like this all the time, as if there was a big hole in his heart, the wind was blowing, there was a shrill scream, and a premonition that everything would never get better, and every moment was getting worse Believe he is lost.

In fact, he was so panicked that his legs were almost weak. He didn't know why Fu Xiru stretched out his hand to push the sword away, why he only cut one hand, and the blood flowed so violently.He knew that he was afraid, but he just didn't want to admit it, so his face was blank, and he could only hear his own hard breathing, and then a burst of anger surged up: "What are you crazy!!!"

To catch the sword with bare hands?

As soon as he let go of his strength, Fu Xiru let go, and the blood-stained sword fell to the ground with a clang, but the blood beads didn't stop flowing out. Wei Liao was so panicked that it didn't show on his face. He gritted his teeth and declared: "You Never try to get rid of me again."

Then he tore off the soft cloth and wrapped him hastily, but after all, there was no way to stop the bleeding.Wei Liao didn't know how much blood a person would have to bleed to die, but it was impossible to test Fu Xiru, so he had to be transferred to the side hall and hastily summoned the imperial doctor.

With Wei Liao's piercingly cold face, few insiders dared to speak up, tremblingly untied the blood-soaked soft cloth, put on the golden sore medicine, wrapped it in a medical towel, and left the blood to replenish it Medicinal diet recipes for nourishing the mind, even if the imperial doctor can get out of the body.

The hall was unbelievably quiet, the maids came and went silently, but they prepared a change of clothes with great powers, cleaned up the blood that dripped on the floor tiles all the way, and there was no sound inside or outside, as if the four walls were pressing on Wei Liao.He had something stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say a word, he couldn't even ask if it hurt, he knew it was hypocrisy, not to mention he was still depressed, so he just stood and watched.

Blood loss has an impact on Fu Xiru, not to mention that the wound is too deep, so he is naturally in pain. When he grasped the edge of the sword earlier, he seemed to be frozen by the cold, but now the burning and intolerable feeling counterattacked, and he did not realize that he was frowning. Eyebrow, pale face looks like something.

Wei Liao stood there for a while, seeing that he didn't want to talk to him, he couldn't tell what it was like, so he turned around and went out, summoning the palace guards and ordering indifferently, no one could let Fu Xiru leave except for his order.

This was regarded as a temporary imprisonment, and Wei Liao vaguely felt that it was a relief.

Today was the first time he tried to kill Fu Xiru, who knew that not only was he unsuccessful, but he also frightened himself into such a weak and repulsive state, so he hated the house and the black, and his dislike of himself continued to Fu Xiru, although he didn't want to see him right now , but I don't want him to go out so easily, and I don't know what I want, but it's always good to lock him up first.

He actually knew that he could do more decisive things, such as imprisoning him for the rest of his life, and from then on, he would have to rely on him for everything. What he wanted was Fu Xiru, not a prisoner or a slave.

Is he short of servants or prisoners?

If a person dies gradually in his own body, does he still live?

Wei Liao took a deep breath, walked back to the imperial case slowly, and sat down in a foggy state, unaware that a piece of his sleeve was missing and blood was splashed on his body. When he lowered his head, he found that his wrist was There was a round drop of blood on it, which had dried up, and it was clinging to the skin like a cinnabar mole, like a mark.

He stretched out his hand to rub the mark away, thought for a while, then put down his hand, and took another deep look.

The shadow of a skirt flashed past the door, Wei Liao knew that someone was watching, just to see if he was still angry and how to serve him, he just didn't care about it right now.

It's late spring and early summer, and the enthusiasm came too early, so he moved to the Penglai Mountain in the middle of Taiye Pool to manage politics, much earlier than in previous years, and it has become a wonderful arrangement at the moment. As long as he refuses to agree, Fu Xiru will Can only be trapped on this isolated island surrounded by water.Although it is still far from doing whatever you want, it is not too bad after all.

Wei Liao was absent-mindedly thinking about how to keep him locked up longer, at least to do his best. He guessed what Fu Xiru would do to him after he understood what was going on, whether he would be more disappointed, or simply not say a word, anyway. There are more and more times when he is silent, or he will have a big fight with him, just like the past that he doesn't want to look back on.

It is only at this time that people feel that even quarreling is good, at least they have something to say.

Once they face each other now, Wei Liao can't help but think of the marriage contract that he personally agreed to. On the one hand, he thought that since this was what Fu Xiru wanted, this marriage would be extremely grand and perfect, as he wanted, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but think that fate never Ken is generous, is it over to drive him crazy?

He really couldn't guess what Fu Xiru would do or what he would think, so he had to admit that they had been apart for too long, and that they had changed a lot. From the inside out, the cracks in their relationship were more unacceptable than the scars on Fu Xiru's face , I feel even more irreparable, and even more regrettable.

He looked blankly at the rice paper in front of him, but he couldn't make out a single word, his mind was filled with the blood just now, the red curtain that was swaying in the torrential rain many years ago.

There have been too many moments like that, he would rather die like this and be incinerated into ashes like falling into hell with Fu Xi, no matter what, don't live like this again.

But madness is not life, sobriety and desolation are.

Ziqiong came in quietly, stood beside him and looked at him, Wei Liao finally felt the belated grievance rising, he threw himself into Ziqiong's embrace without raising his head, without saying a word.

He didn't know that he was so unprogressive, after all, he could only seek Ziqiong's gentle comfort, and only allowed himself to be vulnerable for a while.

"I don't want to see him anymore, I can't anymore...I don't want to...I can't..."

He was incoherent, in fact, he didn't say anything, Ziqiong hugged him gently, and didn't say anything.

He probably wanted to confess that he was unable to support himself, but he couldn't even say this. The golden shackles were shining on him at this moment.

Ye Lai Wei Liao went to the side hall with a candlestick to see Fu Xiru.

What he said was actually true, right now he didn't want to see Fu Xiru again, when he was awake, so he had to wait for the night to darken, come over barefoot, and leave after just taking a look.

Actually no, he knew what he was going to do, and he couldn't even believe that he was going to do it after all.

He quietly sat cross-legged on the head of the bed, looking at Fu Xiru's slightly frowning brows in his sleep, thinking that it had been a long time since he had seen him worrying about the country and the people so far, and he thought it was quite interesting.

If at that time he could promise Fu Xiru...

There are no ifs in the world, but people always think wildly. If he had agreed at that time, would things not be as bad as they are today?They still quarrel, or the world is falling apart, but there is a reason why they can't be separated?

Wei Liao let out a long sigh and signaled the people outside the door to come in.

He sent someone to the jail and took a set of shackles.

This was actually a temporary idea, but locking Fu Xiru was far more exciting than locking him up. Even though he knew how humiliating it was, he still couldn't help being tempted.

This set is not important, because the prisoners in Zhao Prison are all family members of officials, old and weak, women and children, and it is inconvenient to have heavy shackles.Wei Liao stepped aside a bit, watched Fu Xiru tremblingly being shackled, lowered his eyelashes, and vaguely felt some undue pleasure.

The last chain was handed over to him, Wei Liao stretched out his hand to weigh the weight, and raised his hand to buckle Fu Xiru's neck, with a click, at the same time that he was buckled dead, Fu Xiru opened his eyes and met his face.

There was silence.

Wei Liao glanced over, and the eye-obscuring person who had already felt that this move was inappropriate just now quickly backed away.He didn't know what to say, avoiding Fu Xiru's calm eyes.

He knew that he had done too much, and it was very absurd, and he didn't really want to do it in his heart, but he regretted it now.

He wanted Fu Xiru to say something, but he was quite uneasy because he couldn't predict what he was going to say, so the two of them waited quietly.

After a long time, Fu Xiru turned over and the chain rattled. Wei Liao raised his head and found that his back was turned to him, and he had no desire to speak, and he didn't even want to look at him.

It was a disappointment deeper than a fit of rage.

So Wei Liao shook his hands to unlock the lock again.He has never been in contact with this thing, but it is not difficult to understand it. On the one hand, he does not know what he is tossing about, and on the other hand, he contradicts what he says. He only saw something interesting for a moment and found it unbearable, so he hurriedly removed it. With mixed feelings, as soon as he lowered his head, he saw tears falling straight down on Fu Xiru's body, which soaked into the fabric of the clothes immediately, making him more at a loss what to do.

Fu Xiru noticed the wetness, and finally turned around again, sighing helplessly: "What do you want?"

This is mostly due to tears.

In fact, he knew that if he was willing to give in, show a pitiful expression, and shed a few tears, it would be far easier for Fu Xiru to admit defeat than to shut his clamshell tightly and say nothing, or lose his temper.But this behavior is too obvious, not the best choice, so I always don't want to go to this step.

But still come this far.

At the moment, he couldn't bear the frustration, and the lingering thought that he messed up everything, finally Wei Liao couldn't help but threw himself into Fu Xiru's arms, grabbed his clothes, and let the tears flow down his cheeks.

Fu Xiru didn't ask him the truth, but instead provoked him to cry childishly. After a long time, he put his arms around the back of his neck and quietly looked at the dust above his head. He felt a burst of exhaustion and burnout from his chest. The tide broke through the hard shell and submerged both of them inside.

It seems that everything soft hearted happens at night.

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The author has something to say

Wei Liao was just... cowardly.These two cannot get out of the real prison plot.Fu Xiru has a hundred ways to make the bear child cry and howl at his father.What Wei Liao wants is not locked up and locked up, he wants to be consistent, you will always love me, and you will be beaten and scolded and worked hard for the rest of your life. (Being domestically abused is how much you should live)

But this plot is just about the emperor and his family tyrannizing loyal ministers.