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Fu Xiru didn't care much about how the city of Chang'an shook after he returned to Beijing.

When the late emperor was still there, the turmoil in the court had its due weight. Now that Wei Liao has completely changed the situation, Fu Xiru doesn't have to worry too much except to figure out his depth and desires. something else.

On the second day, Wei Liao couldn't wait to call him into the palace to accompany Sheng Jia.Although Fu Xiru was no longer interested in being a regular servant on a loose horse, but now he only had the position of the Duke of the county and this lost title of a regular servant on a loose horse, so he had no choice but to enter the palace in this name.

The snow stopped and the weather was very cold, so Wei Liao had to stay in the bedroom.

He should have spent a lot of time reviewing memorials every day, but it was very early in the morning to call Fu Xiru.

The snow on the Royal Street has been swept away, leaving only one layer, which is solidified on top. The horse is slippery and frosty. Fu Xiru came all the way in with a headache. Fortunately, his riding skills are good enough, and his horse is good enough. Nothing happened. The horseshoes kicked and trampled, and finally he was safe and sound.

Being used to being tossed about by him, Fu Xiru didn't feel uncomfortable, so he handed the horse to the person at the gate of the palace and went in by himself.

Wei Liao wasn't physically afraid of the cold, but he was quite unwilling to make things difficult for himself. As soon as Fu Xiru entered the door, he was almost softened by the incense and heat inside.He wanted to salute, but Wei Liao had already looked over and said, "Excuse me."

There is no need to be too persistent about this kind of thing, Wei Liao may not like pedantic people.Fu Xiru stopped kneeling, and Wei Liao beckoned him over.

Fu Xiru bent down to cooperate, and he stretched out his hand to touch his temples, his voice was low, and his eyes shone brightly: "Is it cold?"

It's like being coquettish.

In fact, Wei Liao has changed more than Fu Xiru in these years.When he left, Wei Liao was still a slender young man with a bit of childishness and innocence, but now he has grown up. Folded pattern on the back of the hand.He moved in the chair, and the waist that was tightened by the belt further accentuated the broad shoulders and long legs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, lazily, his nobility was self-evident, his ferociousness was hidden under his smooth face, and people could vaguely see a little clue.

Fu Xiru didn't hide, let his fingers slide down, finally hooked his chin intentionally or unintentionally, retracted into his sleeves, paused for a while, and then replied nonchalantly: "It's not cold, it's just that the horse is slippery."

Such a Wei Liao seemed undefended, paralyzed in front of him without any image, and even looked at him faintly teasingly, it was really impossible to think about more things.

Fu Xiru straightened up straight, opened the distance between the two, and also avoided looking at the soft things in the deep black and blue eyes. As if nothing had happened, he returned to the distance and unfamiliarity between the two when he came in.

Wei Liao sat up, propped his head on one hand, and didn't seem to feel any frustration, motioned him to sit down: "Tell me."

The distance between the two seats was less than three feet, which was close enough for the monarch and his ministers. Although it was already out of the clear range of the bitter and thick ambergris on Wei Liao's body, it was not far enough after all. Fu Xiru calmed down and stopped. After a while, he asked patiently: "What does Your Majesty want to hear?"

After Wei Liao didn't move his hands or feet, he was always very quiet. He raised his eyebrows and put on a more comfortable posture: "Youzhou, I heard that Youzhou is no better than Chang'an. It's not interesting. Since you have been there, you should be able to tell. That's right."

Sure enough, Fu Xiru guessed that Wei Liao didn't want to know what he had seen and experienced in these years at all, so it was unlikely that he was not wary of Yun Heng at all.

This is like an evenly matched, martial arts-like fight. Swords, swords and shadows come and go under the circumstances that each other has expected, flowing and flowing, without touching the skirts. It just depends on who can hold their breath more, and can more abandon the influence of foreign objects, and see the opponent's strength. Flaws, then threw the weapon and strangled the throat, and it was over.

Before that, how many heartbeats and shocks were just a prelude.

Some words cannot be said, but some words can be said eloquently for a whole day.Fu Xiru doesn't dislike mentioning Youzhou for the past few years. Although demoting an official is definitely a shame, it's actually harmless. The ups and downs of the official life are not about who is superior, but who can count ten steps, one hundred steps, until they are locked up. Chess game, let this game of chess never go on.

He started from the beginning, saying that the snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain were as big as a mat, that the girls in Youzhou were gorgeous and powerful, that the men were brutal, how the Turks invaded the frontier and how they were repelled, and that the wine there was mellow and clear, drinking it into the stomach But it's hot, sweet wine, like honey water, like the eyes of a girl...

The man who was famous for his performances back then was naturally pleasant to listen to. Although he refused to reveal any important words, Wei Liao still listened with gusto.

He grew up in a deep palace, and the farthest place he has been to so far is the Lishan Palace. If he can go to Youzhou in this life, he would like to see what Fu Xiru said about the place, and whether it is as charming as he said?

However, the Son of Heaven never leaves Beijing easily. If one day he really arrives in Youzhou, he may be personally conscripted by the royal driver. Wei Liao still wants to enjoy a few years of happiness in peace and security, but this is just a random thought like Yun Xu.

He leaned on the seat and looked at Fu Xiru after a long absence.

In fact, after he left, until today, Wei Liao is not very used to it.

People will always rely on certain things unconsciously but not easy to give up. Fu Xiru is born with a sense of reliability, so even if he knows that he has to be restrained and will not give all his sincerity, it is difficult not to be trusted Him, grab him.

Wei Liao's grip is different from other people's, and some things are shared by everyone.Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night, and when he gets up and sits quietly under the window, he can see how the sky lights up little by little. At the same time, he thinks of many past events, not all related to Fu Xiru.

He is alone, always has been.

Born in the midst of wealth, grown up surrounded by love, still can't make a person not lonely.The former empress passed away too early, and there were so many concubines in the palace, all of them were staring at the vacant post, and they were also staring at him who was born in the first place.

The first emperor was a gentle and kind man with a good disposition, but he could not be regarded as a good father.Heartbroken, he killed the deposed prince, so he had no choice but to put his eyes on Wei Liao's head together with the position of the crown prince.Before this, he always thought that he only needs to wait until he is crowned, and then he can go to the fiefdom. The sky is high and the sea is wide, and it must be a good taste to be the master of one party. Unexpectedly, he suddenly looks like a beetle swimming freely among the grass leaves , a heavy burden is hung behind him, he can't go anywhere, and he can't get anything.

But it's not without its benefits.

Fu Xiru was the greatest sweetness he had tasted.

Being a vassal king cannot take Fu Xiru with him, nor can he occupy him for a long time.Knowing that gentleness is something that is consistent with everyone, that's why I want to achieve the impossible monopoly, as if monopolizing the light of the bright moon is a dark desire that can only be had when I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

Fu Xiru is not Mingyue, but to Wei Liao, the desire for monopoly is almost the same.

Many times later, Wei Liao thought of him inadvertently, and also remembered the time when the first emperor had just passed away.The landslide is a tiring thing, and the follow-up ceremony takes a long time, which makes people very impatient.Wei Liao was very fresh when he came to power at the beginning, and he did many things to test the boundaries of his authority, including hanging the beloved Concubine Pan to death and burying him, and also summoning Fu Xiru to the Hanyuan Palace in the clear sky.

This place is not commonly used, it is only used by the great courts, and no one will stop Wei Liao if he wants to see it. It is quiet and dignified, which is one of the many proofs of the emperor's status.

Fu Xiru came very quickly.When the first emperor collapsed, the whole country was in shambles, princes, princes and ministers all mourned, so naturally he couldn't get rid of it, he was dressed in plain clothes, and his dark blue clothes were exposed underneath.Sitting on the throne, Wei Liao looked at him and beckoned him to come up.

This is beyond the etiquette, and the Danchi jade steps are the majestic monarchy, which should not be easily offended.But at that time, Fu Xiru could obey his orders without him saying a lot, leaning over and pampering him almost docilely.

Wei Liao was still a young man, slender and slender, curled up on the throne, the lacquered screen behind him was brilliant and dazzling, against his radiant face.

Fu Xiru bit his finger, patiently pushed his hand away, and said succinctly: "This is not possible."

It was too much, the late emperor had a new funeral and hadn't been sent to the emperor's mausoleum yet, the palace was full of wailing, but Wei Liao was here to court him.It's fine if it's in the bedroom, but Hanyuan Hall is completely different.

Wei Liao never took his refusal seriously, kicked off his boots, and skilfully kicked off his foot clothes. The indigo patterns like snakes were also wrapped around the fragile ankles on the bare snow-white insteps.He spread his legs apart, put them on Fu Xiru's waist, and stuffed his fingers into his mouth more and more wantonly: "I know you like this place, I've long wanted to try to do something different here."

After a pause, he laughed provocatively and sarcasticly: "Is there a more vivid place to discuss immorality and morality than here? If you are not here, you are not a bully, a traitor or a traitor?"

Wei Liao has a kind of pungentness in his nature, as if he doesn't care about everything, and he seems to be satisfied if he grabs something he likes and swallows it, and his demands are endless.Fu Xiru remained silent, stared at him, finally gave in after a long time, wrapped his arms around his waist, and picked him up.

It came in from the back, Wei Liao snorted, and gripped the hard back of the chair, his knees were also very uncomfortable.Fu Xiru lifted his thighs, brushed away his messy hair, the jade crown rolled to the ground, the mourning clothes were thrown together, the door of the main hall was closed tightly, but when he closed his eyes, he could imagine the scene of the ministers paying homage, Wei Liao was especially special I felt like I was being crushed, my whole body went limp, from humming to crying.

He knew that Fu Xiru liked this, but he didn't expect the feeling to be very different, especially when Fu Xiru hugged him, pressed against his back, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to cry? Are you afraid?"

Wei Liao closed his eyes and raised his head, like a delicate flower or a slender purple bamboo, he bit his lip and said nothing.

Fu Xiru knew everything, but he was stingy to say it.

He is a jerk.

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Ah, this one, I love it so much!