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After a day or two, the palace was cleaned up, and the Dragon Boat Festival came.

There are mugwort leaves placed at the gate of the hall, and even a handful of fresh mugwort leaves with water are placed in the vases inside. The smell is bitter and fresh. There are also several pots of gladiolus, which are white and orange pink.

The calamus coincided with the season and Fu Xiru's words. He guessed that Wei Liao asked someone to let it in, and it was probably meant to be teasing.

Fu Xiru was not a stranger in the palace, he was not of a low family background, and he was treated preferentially by two generations of emperors. It was a common thing to stay in the palace, but this time was exceptional.Compared with the uneasy and sweet trysts in my teenage years, the taste of these few days is unusual and rare.

Wei Liao treated him as if one day was missing, coaxing him, allowing him, almost asking for nothing, just letting him accompany him, one more day, one day after another day, after another day, dawn At that time, the sun still climbed up the eaves as usual.

It would be good if it was delayed until death, but if not, it would be nothing more than a reprieve of the sentence.

Fu Xiru's life cannot be said to be uncomfortable.

He can't quite remember the last time he was so relaxed physically and mentally, so relaxed and happy.Regarding the scar, he did not lie to Wei Liao, the life in Youzhou was not easy, and even made him almost die many times.

This made him unable not to resent Wei Liao's waywardness.It was indeed the other party who pushed him into such a situation, and the only reason was that Fu Xiru had stepped on his extremely sensitive bottom line at that time.

He would not share power with anyone, because the throne was unstable at the time, even if it was granted in a way close to marriage, he could not accept it.

In fact, this was Fu Xiru's last solution.There is a distinction between them as monarch and minister, but in fact, Fu Xiru can no longer control him alone.When Wei Liao first ascended the throne, he had boundless ambition and even more boundless arrogance. He realized that he had not yet gained a firm foothold, but he was not worried that he would be blown off by a gust of wind at this highest point, and instead tried to fly against the wind.

How can this be so easy.

He has been familiar with the imperial power for many years, so he used it in an extreme way from the beginning.Once the emperor and the courtiers, the old courtiers are the ones to be wiped out, and the new team has not yet been established. Fu Xiru doesn't want to provoke him, let alone argue with him about what is right and wrong, what is the way of the king, but there is no one in the world except him. People are willing to risk their lives, or the risk of being rejected by the emperor, to persuade him.

If a person really wants to be good for another person, he should not please and tolerate everywhere.

Fu Xiru knew what kind of monster Wei Liao was controlling, and he knew what would happen in the future if his aggressive strategy failed.After all, Wei Liao is too young, and the emperor is no different from ordinary people, but the world is actually not solid, and the people are not as fragile and small as they used to think.

The posthumous title of the first emperor was "Giving without success", what about Wei Liao?

A person can not care about the name behind him, but he has to care whether the blade that falls on others will bite himself back.The last effort he made to tolerate was to try to persuade Wei Liao to delegate power to himself.In fact, this has always been true. Wei Liao doesn't care about being known about his affair with Fu Xiru, nor does he care about Fu Xiru's hindrance, obstruction, or resistance to him.

But he cared about the affirmation of his status, and he cared about Fu Xiru's never willing to obey.

He knew what Fu Xiru wanted power for, and he also knew that it was not easy for him to get it. After waiting for a long time to do whatever he wanted, he would probably disappear.

He was not for the privilege, but because he was covered in thorns and was very sensitive at that time, he was completely enraged, and had an unprecedented big fight with Fu Xiru.

When they only talk about business, or only about personal affairs, they can actually keep the other part of the overlap, but once the two things get mixed up, things get completely out of control.Wei Liao personally wrote the relegation decree, he wanted Fu Xiru to beg for mercy - of course Fu Xiru would not.

In fact, neither of them really thought that this would come true, but this was Wei Liao's first taste of the result of the decision he made.

For a long time, Wei Liao didn't really care about the results of his decisions on others.He was born too high, close to the clouds and the moon, he did not know what is broken into mud, nor what is blood and fire.

Someone should teach him this, but it really shouldn't be Fu Xiru.

The first emperor was naturally the most natural candidate, but his health deteriorated, and he only had time to teach some of the most important things, such as how to be an emperor, but he did not have time to tell him why we are kings.

This is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words, nor can it be explained clearly in the Four Books and Five Classics. Only word of mouth, only the father dies and the son succeeds, it is glory and shackles, but it is also the trust entrusted to the body, which has nothing to do with the people, the people, and the people. The world, love for mountains and rivers.

Wei Liao is still too young, he naturally knows what he is doing, what he can do, what he can do, what he wants to do, what he should do, but he doesn't know what the result of his actions will be.

He always learns from Fu Xiru how to face the whole world.

After all, he tasted sweet love, pungent hatred, complicated and unspeakable melancholy, flame-like jealousy, and regret from this person.

If he was given another chance, he would learn his lesson after all. Although he still couldn't give up the power in his hands, he would not continue to be obsessed with taming this person.He knew that he owned him, so why bother to expel him?Since you already know his love, why let him become a slave and lose himself?

After all, he was too capricious. On the one hand, he was terrified by the power he had suddenly acquired, but on the other hand, he thought that this should be his, that should be his.At that time, he didn't even know what Youzhou was like, what kind of life Fu Xiru would live there, and he didn't even know that it was not unreasonable for him to marry a wife among the local tycoons as long as he wanted to.

He also didn't know how the sword's edge sank into a person's chest, and he didn't know that he would be afraid when the blood was rushing.

He now knows how people die, and he also knows that there are many things he could have done better, but more things have no chance to do it again, or for him to make up for it.

It was as if he was finally able to admit frankly after many years that he had never been the crown prince that his father expected, nor was he the new king that his subjects expected.

Although their expectations of the emperor were similar to those of a saint, it still did not prevent Wei Liao from tasting the embarrassment and pain that the frustration brought about by this disappointment was repaid ten times and a hundred times through Fu Xiru's tendency to almost give up on him.

It was like a long farewell that was only in his heart, with blood, petals, and the aftertones of dreams, which made him grow up like never before, and also made him feel lonely like never before, with nothing left.

The golden lacquer fell down, and underneath was a plain white, almost naked figure.

It seems that Wei Liao has never realized that he is also a mortal.

He likes to pester Fu Xiru, it has always been like this, but now it is no longer impatient, no longer intense, it seems that there is only an aftertaste, and it seems that it can still burn secretly for many years, but he has learned to hide and express it slowly.

He had known that Fu Xiru liked this way more, because it was more calm and less like wanting to commit suicide.

He likes to come quietly at night, without disturbing anyone, and lie quietly beside Fu Xiru, listening to his breathing.Probably because of getting enough sleep during the day and being undisturbed, Fu Xiru always had trouble falling asleep at night, as if waiting for him to come over.

But they still seldom talk, Wei Liao doesn't think it's a pity.His fingers bounced forward on Fu Xiru's back and arms, getting closer to the torso each time, closer to the place he really wanted to touch.He listened to Fu Xiru's breathing, and felt that the sound was gentle and peaceful.Talk to him occasionally, but no more quarrels.

The slightly bitter smell of mugwort leaves and realgar smelled together, holding a calamus flower in his hand, Wei Liao crossed the threshold again.

Fu Xixing was probably going crazy, but he had to keep Fu Xiru, and it only took one more day before he agreed to leave and completed the last step of this long process.

He took the calamus and went down to the window, recently Fu Xiru was always sitting or lying there, and he is still there now.

At this time, Fu Xiru was still asleep, the setting sun melted into gold, and the evening clouds merged together. Fu Xiru didn't even take a book, and sat cross-legged on the couch, thinking about his thoughts aimlessly. He raised his eyes when he heard the soft footsteps, looking at him.

He has always been like this, when he looks at people, he is always very focused, as if he only has this person in his eyes.It's fine if it's for other people, most of them just think that he is a man of etiquette and integrity, and deserves the same respect in exchange. For Wei Liao, he always feels that he has successfully walked into this person through the reflection in these eyes. heart.

Not bad either.

"Dragon Boat Festival." Wei Liao handed him the calamus flower, and only two words seemed to be enough to explain, the following words are irrelevant: "Tomorrow you will be able to leave the palace."

Since Fu Xiru knew that this captivity was impossible, he was not surprised when he let himself out, took the calamus flower, put it on his lap casually, and touched the soft and cool blush with his fingertips. petal.

"Qin Sun..."

Wei Liao sat quietly opposite him, was looking at him, and suddenly called out in a low voice.Fu Xiru raised his head in response.

Perhaps it was because there had been no quarrel recently, so they had nothing to say, and he had indeed seldom opened his mouth.Compared with the many nightmares of losing him, compared with the happy marriage he will face in the future, Wei Liao actually feels that this is enough.He was just used to looking at Shu, and at this moment, it was quiet and at ease, as if he could hear the sound of flowers falling, and he couldn't help but want to hear Fu Xiru's voice.

Fu Xiru was silent for a moment, and stretched out his hand to pull him to sit over: "What's the matter?"

Wei Liao lowered his head, looked at the calamus flowers on his lap, remembered the soft red gauze and the sweet smell of rouge, how Fu Xiru hugged him, and what he was looking for here.He said softly, "This is the last day."

Fu Xiru did not object.

He fell into Fu Xiru's arms. The young man was tall and tall, and he didn't look weak, but he was very pitiful because of his recent obedience.Fu Xiru was thinking like this, playing with his earlobes, cheeks and hands with the branch of flowers, thoughtfully, and slowly replied: "Yes. Tell me, what do you want?"

Trembling uncontrollably, Wei Liao turned to look at him: "Give me...give me all of yours...whatever you are willing to give me, treat it as the last time..."

This is a despicable excuse, Wei Liao knew that his face was never upright, but he still came after all.

He bit the calamus flower stalk carefully, until his cheeks became sour, because he didn't want to bite it off, he was hung on the window again, with his head up, watching how Fu Xiru picked off the calamus flower one after another, and crushed it in his body up.

The flower juice had a strange taste and tactile sensation, as if it had melted, but it also had a distinct tactile sensation. When he finally let go of the flower in his mouth, Wei Liao was dizzy and slid down. He was caught halfway by Fu Xiru's knee : "You are...you are in me..."

He obviously linked the calamus and Fu Xiru too closely, but Fu Xiru did not refute, and bent down to cover the last ray of sunlight projected on him: "Yes."

It was like a kind of reward and encouragement, exactly what Wei Liao was looking for.

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The author has something to say

So I got the calamus inside. (whee)

Wei Liao's current state can probably be called a poor cub who is afraid of being abandoned by his father, so he is self-pitying and cautious, and he doesn't want to mention the remarriage (where did he come from), and he is ready to break up.

In fact, no one wants to break up with him at all.

I don’t know if the previous memories and the conversation with the princess are obvious or not. It probably means that the conflict between the two of them intertwined with their personal affairs and public affairs is the flash point. Fu Xiru once proposed to marry into the royal family, and Wei Liao objected hysterically. As if he didn't want to be robbed of his marriage, he kicked him to Youzhou.

If I were a man, and my lover treated me like this after I failed to propose, I might be perverted.Facts have proved that Fu Xiru is great. He became abnormal after seeing Wei Liao still in such a dead state after he came back. (Emotional control is top-notch)

It was found that the titles of these two chapters are all plants.