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The birth of an emperor's heir was a big event, not to mention that Wei Liao valued the eldest son very much, no matter whether he was in business or private, and after three days he named him: Cheng Ming.

He himself went to offer sacrifices to the late emperor, and ordered envoys to pay homage to the mountain mausoleum, not so much to tell his father the good news, but rather an inexplicable examination and explanation of the past.

Whether Wei Liao can be a good father is still unknown, but the late emperor obviously had some shortcomings.He was too much like an emperor, and he didn't have time to be a father for long.Qian Wei Liao didn't know it before, but the more he thought about his son, the more he could see his expectations.He was separated from his mother when he was born, and he doesn't have much memory. The only thing he can crave is his father's love.When I was a teenager, I was involved in the turmoil of storing positions. Until today, I have been forced to move forward with every step, and I can't take a breath. When I think of my father, I don't have much admiration, but it is heavy and heavy. Disappointed.

Perhaps because of this, he didn't care about Fu Xiru's father at all.

He really didn't know what ordinary people were like, and he didn't know if Fu Xiru had been hurt so much, and he still held hatred to this day.

No, he knew that Fu Xiru still hated him.

It didn't matter, because so many years had passed by the time he could feel a little bit of empathy, and it was too late. Even if he brought up the old things again, it would only irritate him or make him sad in vain.

When a person has sons, he will inevitably feel that he is really getting old, because his status has finally changed from someone's heir to someone's father, so he must learn more principles again, such as Wei Liao at this time.

But the truth is that if you love someone, you must care about his feelings, which will inevitably make him feel mocking towards whom.

It doesn't feel good until you owe someone, but once you realize it, you can't stop yourself from thinking about it.What makes Wei Liao even more difficult to explain is that this is irreparable.

A person who suffers physical injury can at least heal. If only the official position is up and down, it can also be compensated. However, such a loss can no longer be turned back in time, as if nothing happened.What's more, what Fu Xiru has endured, all of these are already in place.

If Wei Liao were to experience this life, he knew in his heart that he couldn't be like Fu Xiru, he was too sharp and intense, he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't be a person who would be seductive.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little scared again, as if being crushed by the sword's edge, I trembled slightly, as if I really felt that I was in danger, I took a breath silently, and went to see my infant son again.

It was a strange feeling, the baby holding a line of indigo in his palm, proof of his blood, his son at a glance.When he was still in Li Jieyu's womb, Wei Liao didn't feel much hope, but when he was born, day by day, he became more and more used to watching him grow up.

The baby grew up so fast, as if he wasn't ready yet, when he figured it out, he became white and soft, like a sweet cake wrapped in brocade, and his hair started to rise.

Wei Liao looked at him, awe and fear at the same time, reached out to touch him, and the child screamed and spit out a bubble, having fun with himself.

Ziqiong hurriedly opened the thick curtain, quickly covered it tightly, walked around the screen and came in to salute: "Master Fu is here."

Wei Liao was always impulsive and wanted Fu Xiru to meet Chengming, but he didn't want to be provocative, he just thought he should.Before the child was young, and it was winter, it was not easy to take it out, but now it has been two months, and no one can stop Wei Liao, so Zi Qiong and the nanny escorted him in a warm sedan chair, and asked someone to summon him Fu Xiru.

Because of the idea that one day would be one day less, Wei Liao was not so obsessed with restraining himself. He relaxed a lot, and lifted his son from the bed with his arms stiff: "Say He comes in."

Since the child was born, it was not uncommon for the child to see his father. He was very used to him, lying limply on his shoulder, and vomited another bubble, making a loud ah.Wei Liao's heart suddenly softened, and for the first time he understood why the gentle township makes people nostalgic, he couldn't help reaching out to touch his son's face, and turned away.

This screen was newly taken out of the warehouse, to block the cold wind brought by when going in and out, so as to prevent the child from getting cold and sick, and it just covered Fu Xiru's figure when he came in, leaving only the sound of his footsteps, light and soft, towards The boots stepped on the lapis lazuli brick floor all the way, and walked around to salute: "Your Majesty."

Wei Liao cleared his throat, not sure about his reaction, so he called out.

As soon as Fu Xiru looked up, he naturally saw the child he was holding.

This is not the first time the prince has met outsiders.His birth was by no means a trivial matter, he was brought out for the ministers to see at the full moon banquet, but meeting in private was different after all.

Fu Xiru stood still, looked at the emperor's heir, then at Wei Liao: "Your Majesty?"

His face was calm as usual, so Wei Liao had a little more courage, and put the child in his arms into his hands: "I want to show you."

Fu Xiru didn't expect it, but he had no choice but to take it subconsciously.He has a younger brother who is several years younger than himself, so he can hold the child instead. Although Cheng Ming's status is already stable, he is still a child who doesn't understand anything. He looked back at his father.

He knew Wei Liao.

The eyes are clear, the pupils of the eyes are astonishingly large, and it will take a few months for the pure black to fade to reveal a faint blue, which looks very ordinary right now.Wei Liao was overwhelmed with emotion, but couldn't speak, and kept silent.

How light a child is, it is not as heavy as a puppy, but this child is so heavy, people really don't know how to cherish him, so that he can be safe and smooth, and there is no dissatisfaction.Wei Liao looked at him for a while, and saw that his little head was ticking, that he was sleepy.

Although the child was not fussy, babies were always like that, prone to crying and sleepiness.

"Do you like him?" Wei Liao raised his hand and brought an index finger to his son's fist. He grasped it sleepily, leaned his head on Fu Xiru's chest, and pulled it weakly twice, as if he wanted to suck it. one time.

Fu Xiru supported the baby's back with one hand, and said in a low voice: "The prince is strong and strong, he is the blessing of the world and the people."

How eloquent this is.Wei Liao was disturbed, subconsciously took two steps forward, let his son successfully put his finger in his mouth, and fell asleep with his mouth in his mouth.

His mouth was bitter, his heart was bitter, and he knew that it was irreversible, but he was powerless to pretend that I didn't care, and still whispered: "I... just want to show you him, he is my son, Will be better than me in the future."

Suddenly raised his eyes: "I will give you the position of Grand Master, let you raise him up, how about it?"

Fu Xiru let the child lean on him, stabilized it with one hand, freed the other hand, gently took out Wei Liao's finger, took a few steps forward, put the child on the couch again, wrapped it in a small quilt, and let He slept peacefully, and at the same time said softly: "How can I be a minister, I dare not accept the position of Grand Master, there are most learned scholars in the world, your majesty can choose whatever you want, your majesty will definitely be very good."

This refusal was not pretending to be humble, Wei Liao was rejected by him one after another, and his face was not very good-looking. However, it was different from usual, this bad-looking did not mean anger or anger, but timidity and guilt.Seeing it, Fu Xiru sighed in his heart, and stretched out his hand to pull him behind the screen.

Wei Liao's temperament is not bad after all, he has already softened his face, and said firmly: "One day you will be."

It really is the emperor's tone, and understatement is the golden rule. Fu Xiru doesn't doubt that he can do it, but it's just that he himself is not very tempted.He doesn't think this child is bad, and he doesn't think there is any grudge. The two of them have already talked about life and death, and they are lingering in death regardless of victory or defeat.

He casually took out a handkerchief, wiped the saliva marks on Wei Liao's shoulders, and said softly at the same time: "What a big deal, Your Majesty values ​​your minister, it's your honor."

Being too close, Wei Liao was very obedient, standing in front of him without moving: "Really?"

"Really." Fu Xiru didn't change expression.

Wei Liao smiled in a low voice, and stopped asking any more questions.

What's on his mind, even if he doesn't want to look at Fu Xiru, he can still be guessed by the other party. It's not because Wei Liao can be seen through at a glance, but because the two have known each other for so many years, Wei Liao is looking forward to it. Then he can understand himself.

Fu Xiru stretched out his hand to stroke his chin, Wei Liao was still standing there in a daze, the scene became completely ambiguous for no reason, the winter day was dim, and it was like being in a secret everywhere, Fu Xiru raised his head with a little force Come, meet a soft and warm kiss.

After all, Wei Liao was not willing to part with this useless consolation, and slowly closed his eyes, his thick black eyelashes were like falling curtains, covering his sighs and the sadness of the approaching ending.

He was leaning against the screen, with Fu Xiru's other hand across his waist, letting him stick firmly to his body, as if two completely different flowers grew from the same root in the ground, Wei Liao clung to this man's shoulder , and no longer care about the lingering sorrow.

Let's keep it short, just one season, it can be regarded as the mellowest taste in the world.

Even though he didn't take the initiative to search for it in his heart, after the kiss was over, Wei Liao still couldn't help but see mist in his eyes, and the lingering fatigue disappeared a lot. Fu Xiru still rubbed the soft and thin skin under his jaw, and his fingertips had calluses. , a little rough, but it got rid of the itching, numbness, Wei Liao couldn't bear to back away, let him coax himself in a low voice like a child: "Your Majesty has a child to inherit forever, you should be gratified, why are you unhappy?"

Wei Liao kept silent and hid in his arms.It's too late to say this now, but he doesn't want eternal life, peace of the world.

What he wanted was gone long ago, and it was no longer his.

Spring is coming.

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The author has something to say

The children were all born, and the two got up as old couples.It's a combination of a steady husband and a loving wife.

Li Jieyu: My son is not a prop for you to show affection and shame!

Wei Liao: What kind of shame is this?

Concubine Pan: What else do you want to do in front of my son?

Wei Liao: This is obviously my son!

Wei Chenrui: Heh, I seem to have heard the phrase "really fragrant" just now?

Fu Xiru: ... how many ducks are four women?

Human cubs are really good. If they are not raised by themselves, fed by themselves, and played with occasionally, just like playing with other people's kittens and puppies, it feels so comfortable.It's soft, the milky fragrance is not annoying, it's hot, and it's still very pure and innocent. With a little more integrity, my motherhood will burst out.

It won't work after a long time, and I don't want to take care of children.

Remember what happened when spring came?Yes, it's a good day for Wei Liao's stepfather, Master Fu, to remarry.