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Wei Liao had never had such experience, in fact he was pampered, although he had always been hunting and was skilled in bow and horse, but he knew that being beaten was not just pain, Fu Xiru abandoned the arrowhead, every slap made him feel ashamed and embarrassing, unbearable, The kicking legs were also held down, and she fell on Fu Xiru's lap, yelling in a muffled voice, almost wanting to pass out.

Although Fu Xiru questioned him, he still had no head or tail, and was not prepared to listen to his explanation. After years of suffering, the unspeakable resentment and pain turned into unbearable hatred, and he really wanted to eat him to dissolve the silt. Love and hate as deep as mountains and seas in my heart.

He never had any intention of hurting Wei Liao, but he was pushed to this day step by step. He felt that his face was astonishingly ugly, and he couldn't turn back. Even so, he still had a trust in him in his heart, thinking that since Wei Liao had such courage to cut off his righteousness at that time, he should To guard his thousands of miles of land and century-old foundation firmly, unexpectedly, he can't even do this. He simply doesn't know what's the point of making trouble with him like this, and what's the reason for it.

Life was already so bitter, he really didn't expect that the waves of pain would come one after another, as if they couldn't stop until the moment of death.

He knew that he was not angry with Wei Liao, but that the origin of all this was on Wei Liao, who had completely lost control since many years ago. It seemed that as long as there were these two people in the world, their fate was destined to be like this. Face to face, meet in a hurry.

Hitting with the palm is actually a restrained enough method, every time Gein drops his palm, he will naturally know the measure.

Both of them were men. Although Wei Liao was already sobbing, Fu Xiru knew it was nothing. Looking at his flushed buttocks, a trace of untimely softness suddenly flashed in his heart.He has always been a calm person. When his thoughts are confused, he can't sustain his anger for a moment, and he stops moving.

Wei Liao was still lying on his lap, hot and hot, and a bitter ambergris scent evaporated all over his body, surrounding the two bitter people.He was trembling, this time not because of being teased or frightened, but because of grievance and pain.Having just been beaten, how could he hold his head up, he shrugged his shoulders and didn't say a word.

Fu Xiru helped him up, took off his clothes, tore off the clothes he was biting in his mouth, and let go of his bound hands.

Wei Liao's butt hurt so badly that he couldn't sit still for a while, so he rushed forward, but was held back by Fu Xiru with quick eyes and hands.Neither of them made a sound. Although Wei Liao still held back his tears, his eyes were filled with water, and when he closed his eyes, two drops of warm water fell down.

He fell down limply, Fu Xiru had no choice but to stretch out his hand to let him lean on his body, taking advantage of this opportunity to get close to the neck of the other party, Wei Liao didn't have time to think, opened his mouth and bit it hard.As soon as he came into contact with the flesh, the childish thoughts that originally wanted revenge changed, and he was not allowed to control himself. The tip of his tongue touched the slightly salty smell of sweat, and then tasted the sweetness of blood. Fu Xiru remained motionless, as if Suffering like a martyr, Wei Liao's violence and depression of nowhere to vent were aroused even more. He pinched his waist with both hands, strong enough to leave bruises, and at the same time climbed up from his arms, clinging to Fu Xiru's. body.

The two were still as silent as a frozen painting, Wei Liao poured tears on Fu Xiru's shoulders, bit his side neck and refused to let go, ignoring that he was naked and naked.He is the emperor, so he is naturally confident, and at the same time, because of this closeness, his lower abdomen tightens and his chest roars, creating another desire that always accompanies Fu Xiru's appearance.

He drank a sip of blood before licking the wound. After all, his teeth were weak because his mouth was gagged just now. He felt that it was not serious, so he slumped down weakly and sat in Fu Xiru's arms. He half-closed his eyes, not intending to pursue it: I'm going to take a nap."

Fu Xiru understood, looked at him for a moment, saw a pale face, red eyelids, and blood-stained lips, finally picked him up without saying a word, and put him on the bed.

Because it is not used frequently, although the furniture is complete, it is not Wei Liao's favorite, and it lacks some necessary things, but it is enough for just sleeping.Wei Liao's body fell on the bed, and he grabbed Fu Xiru's sleeve to prevent him from pulling away.

When he opened his eyes, he seemed to have infinite hesitation and hesitation, and he seemed to be so weak that he would shatter at the touch of a cloud, like clouds, and he seemed to have to lie in the pile of brocade, otherwise he would die if he fell to the ground, like colored glaze.

Fu Xiru loves the image of him relying on herself the most, but she never said it out loud, so she just followed his will and stayed to see what he wanted to confess.

In fact, he didn't plan to leave at first, he just wanted to go out and find some ointment to apply on him, so as not to hurt for too long and be known by others.Although some people may not dare to speculate on the truth, it is not good after all.

Although nothing can be seen on the surface right now, and flowers are still cooking with brocade fire, but in fact the whole court seems to be floating on an iceberg, and he has no mood at all.

It is said that if they are separated, one will be separated and two will be lenient, each will be happy anyway, but who would have thought that it would be possible to get together in the chaos of the world in the end?

The local dignitaries that Wei Liao selected were all good at looting, and they had made more offerings than others for several years, so they caught his eye. The people's grievances are boiling, and the real troubles at the moment are definitely not the only one. The Uyghurs will eventually have to fight.

Thinking of this, Fu Xiru didn't even want to say anything more to Wei Liao.Although he is talented, he still needs to be experienced, and he is not considered a talent in the world. Thinking of these things and Wei Liao, who has let the situation develop until now, he only feels hatred and discouragement. He is really like a father whose children do not live up to expectations. Generally, nothing can be done.

After all, all these matters are in Wei Liao's hands, he insists on this, Fu Xiru can only persuade from the sidelines, but it is impossible for him to make trouble and make decisions for him.

If Wei Liao had agreed to him back then, Fu Xiru might be able to act arbitrarily in state affairs now, but if it didn't make any sense, he immediately suppressed his confusion, bent down, and was ready to listen to him before going to Ziqiong.

Wei Liao stared at him, and seemed to restrain his evasive instinct, and whispered softly: "You don't know, there will be a battle in the future. Besides, the national treasury may not be able to support the military expenses."

Fu Xiru raised his eyebrows silently.

He didn't know that Wei Liao had such a plan.At the moment, he was not in a hurry to leave, and he no longer kept his mouth shut. He followed up and asked: "Tell me the truth, what happened to the national treasury? I heard that you collected all the gold and silver in your internal funds. What's going on?"

In fact, Wei Liao's internal expenses are not much, the bulk of his expenditure is nothing more than private rewards for trusted ministers, concubines in the harem, monthly silver for the palace population, etc.He amassed money wantonly, even searched for officials, which was beyond Fu Xiru's expectation. Because of this, he was extremely angry, but he did not expect that he actually had such anticipation and plan for the future in his heart.

But then he shook his head and vetoed it: "After all, domestic money is plentiful, but military expenditure is a bottomless pit. With such levies, can we not shake the hearts of the people? Besides, once these local important officials are all rotten, there will be endless troubles. For a while, how can you save the whole life? The Uighurs have a cruel temperament, and if there is a real war, I am afraid that it will not be resolved overnight.

After being asked these few words, Wei Liao's face calmed down, his face was expressionless, and he withdrew his hands and shrank back on the couch: "My century-old foundation is nothing more than that. It really won't work..."

He originally wanted to say "whatever should be done, what can I save", but in the end he was not reconciled, bit his lower lip hard, and a burst of brilliance suddenly glowed on his face: "I knew this was my fate, and I have to endure it." That's it, I'll do everything I can, I don't care about the reputation behind me, I don't care about my reputation for thousands of years, I just do my best anyway."

This is exactly the face of him that Fu Xiru loves and hates to the core, and it immediately reminds Fu Xiru of his feelings on the day he left Beijing.After all, the two of them are running in opposite directions, and after all, they are sticking to their own morality and refuse to shift.

Since one has taken on such a heavy responsibility, he will not let it go until he dies, and the other has traveled thousands of miles, through wind, frost, snow and rain, and he cannot let go of this person. From the time he left, he knew that he would come back sooner or later.

It seems that it was written somewhere in the dark, and it cannot be changed in this life.

Fu Xiru couldn't tell what it was like to feel this way, so he sat on the edge of the bed, brushed Wei Liao's hair, and smiled at him with his head down. What he said was as irreversible as falling flowers and branches: "It seems that this is the fate."

Wei Liao pressed his palm against the back of his hand, and felt that a fluttering heart had settled down like this, as if it had fallen into his palm, and seemed to have finally floated into Fu Xiru's heart, and finally they were cuddling each other.

He didn't expect that, as long as Fu Xiru showed a little normal appearance, he would no longer hold grudges, and he seemed to have forgotten the pain just now, and just wanted to hold his sleeve to prevent him from leaving.

Fu Xiru explained something about the ointment, turned around and went out, Wei Liao hugged the thin blanket and subconsciously looked out the door waiting for him to come back, then looked at the window lattice, unexpectedly felt a bit of loneliness and desolation, and suddenly realized that it was not Fu Xiru When he was not by his side, everything was the same as before, it was just these hundred feelings, only when he came back could he really grow.

In just a few months, he has already been tortured by more than ten years of love and hatred returning to his heart, isn't it enough?

The hall door creaked, it was Fu Xiru who came back, Wei Liao simply sat up, watched him coming, and stretched his hand around his neck.

"hug me."

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Serious domestic violence.