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During the time when the first emperor died, Wei Liao was not very sad.Emperor Daxing is his father, this is the last journey for them to send each other off, busyness is orderly, and so is sorrow.

This turbid sadness has to be mixed with the trembling and excitement of facing power without hindrance, just like giving a child the power to be a god, the consequences must be unimaginable.

Wei Liao compensated, forcing Fu Xiru to stay in his line of sight most of the time, which was one of his newly discovered privileges.It was at that time that Fu Xiru was promoted to the position of regular servant of Sanqi.

In fact, as long as you are a close minister, your status is often not the most important thing.The servants of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty were nothing more than idle court officials, but they could reach heaven.It's just that the title of Sanqi Changshi is really interesting. Wei Liao took the word Zhongchangshi, and he is quite new to Fu Xiru, who is obedient and obedient, and is even more addicted to this game.

It's hard to say whether this obsession is right or wrong.

There is always a lot of right and wrong in the secular world. Wei Liao was in a hurry to become a prince, and he did not do as well as the old abolished prince. The grand masters and grand masters who preached to him what virtue is good and virtue is weak, and a gentleman. , It is inevitable to be impatient and aggressive, and hate iron for not making steel.The first emperor was not in a hurry, but he didn't help much.

After listening too much, I got tired of it. Now that I have tasted what it is like to be an emperor without being a gentleman, I let go of the rope that I was pulling in fear in my heart, and turned to test how big and deep the waters are. up.

It has always been the easiest to fall, even for a shining person like Fu Xiru, it didn't take too much time to sink into the dark palace and the red curtain.

Wei Liao rested his chin, in the tranquil scent, half dreaming and half awake, smiling with his eyelids closed.His competitive heart cares about something different, but it is always something that has never been lost on his own battlefield.

Fu Xiru saw that he was distracted, spoke more slowly, and almost stopped talking in the end, staring at him quietly.

Wei Liao yawned partly on purpose, partly out of restraint, water dripped from his eyes, slowly slipped down, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

Fu Xiru had no choice but to keep quiet and watched him fall asleep.

Zi Qiong stepped lightly, went inside and brought a blanket over, out of habit, she handed it over to Fu Xiru.

Wei Liao's sleep has never been good enough, although his energy is still strong, but once he fell asleep, no one dared to wake him up again, so they had to make him fall asleep in such an uncomfortable way, covered him with a blanket, and arranged his hands and feet so that it would not be difficult The drowsiness that came slipped away again.

He is not always violent, but he is definitely not easy to serve, and no one wants to see him get angry.After all, Fu Xiru is special, he has always been a great help to these palace maids by taking care of her, so Ziqiong actually forgot for a while, it seems inappropriate to do this kind of thing again.

She was taken aback, and quickly wanted to take the blanket back from Fu Xiru's hand.

This is actually nothing, Fu Xiru shook his head, stood up and walked towards Wei Liao.

He slept so restlessly that no one dared to move or even breathe loudly, for fear that the slightest noise would wake him up.

It's just that this really looked awkward, so Fu Xiru had no choice but to straighten his posture first, and then throw the brush in his hand into the brush wash. The cinnabar quickly dispersed in the white jade filled with clear water, like a red mist.

When the blanket was covered, Wei Liao frowned and moved, like a child, one hand stretched out of the blanket, hooked, and grabbed Fu Xiru's sleeve.

He didn't sleep too deeply, at least he realized who the person beside him was, but he didn't have the energy to open his eyes.He knew that this was a good opportunity to show weakness, or to evoke Fu Xiru's close memory, but he waited wholeheartedly to fall asleep, unable to utter any words, and only tried his best to grab his sleeve.

Empty, unable to touch the wrist.

Ziqiong was watching, and Fu Xiru knew it, but he could grab Wei Liao's hand by touching down a little, so he had to hold it, trying to break his fingers off his sleeve.The force was actually not that strong, but Wei Liao's hand was soft, and he curled up in his hand as soon as he took it off, and his slender five fingers were naturally huddled together, like a closed flower bud.

Fu Xiru opened his palm and looked at the scar he noticed earlier.It seems to have improved a lot, the deep red has turned into light red, gathering towards the middle, like some secret hidden in the palm of the hand, and even a little timid.

After a while, Fu Xiru let go and put him back under the blanket.

Wei Liao was already asleep, he turned over and buried most of his face in the blanket.

The palace has its own rules for summoning, Fu Xiru can't leave the palace without authorization, Wei Liao fell asleep, and he waited in the side hall.

This was supposed to be the place where the officials of the inner court met, but now he was alone, Zi Qiong personally made tea and brought it over, and the worried expression just now faded away: "My lord, moisten your throat first."

She and Fu Xiru were old acquaintances, and they were not too restrained with each other. Fu Xiru took a sip of tea, looked outside the hall, and remained silent.

He didn't like to talk at first, especially after he came back, Ziqiong usually didn't bother him, but today he was a little uneasy, as if he knew he shouldn't care but couldn't help it, he was embarrassed for a moment, and finally asked: "My lord... ...how have you been all these years?"

Fu Xiru was slightly surprised, and was drawn back to her attention.

If other female officials asked him, he might think of the drama of "I have admired my lord for a long time", but this is Ziqiong, and secondly, Wei Liao's most trusted female official, this kind of thing is impossible.

Because of this, he was still able to say a few truths: "It's pretty good."

It was clear that there was no ambiguity, it was just a greeting between old friends, but Zi Qiong seemed embarrassed and uncomfortable.Fu Xiru could somewhat guess what she was thinking, probably because as a close minister of the emperor, this kind of words is not very appropriate after all, and a man and a widow live in the same room, and there is an entangled past with Wei Liao before, so she asked a few more questions The sentence also appears to be out of bounds.

But he was really unmoved, so he just looked at her calmly, waiting for her to speak.

Zi Qiong sighed in her heart, and then asked: "I know that your lord will not be surprised by favor or humiliation, but... just treat it as me talking too much, demoted to the capital, not close to the emperor, how does your lord feel?"

Fu Xiru was taken aback.

Maybe it's because the other person's identity is too shocking in this unbelievable relationship. Even if others care about him, they can't ask straight to the point. Most of the time, it seems that this is something unspeakable. Zi When Joan asked this, it was already tantamount to lifting the tulle and facing each other directly.

Only then did he realize how restrained and forbearing he had been before. No one, including himself, had ever really talked about this matter openly and aboveboard.

Only after it has passed, can we see clearly how much suffering from indifference that the authorities are obsessed with that they do not know.

Fu Xiru thought for a while, then smiled: "Look up to see the sun, but not Chang'an."

The scar on his face changed his perception a lot, but this smile was vaguely still the same as before, romantic and elegant, even quite gentle.He doesn't talk about his pain, he doesn't even want to let people see the slightest bit, but asks him how he feels, he talks about what he sees.

But that's enough.

Ziqiong silently lowered her head and said nothing more.

There was a young court lady, talking in a low voice, and walked under the window. Wei Liao opened his eyes, lifted the blanket casually, stretched his limbs, and stood on the ground.

He likes to curl up when he falls asleep. This habit is hard to break, so it still is now.There was no one in the hall, probably because they were afraid of disturbing him, so they all withdrew.

It was unbelievably quiet inside.

The smoke in the incense burner was very faint, as if it was about to burn out, and the smell was only the last aftertaste.Wei Liao slept soundly this time, but he didn't know how the matter that he was thinking about before going to bed was going to go, so he took two steps outside, just in time to hear the voices of Fu Xiru and Ziqiong.

He was never worried about what was going on between the two of them, he just stood still and listened subconsciously.

Fu Xiru was laughing, as if he was talking about something interesting, the laughter was low and joyful, and Ziqiong's voice sounded at the right time: "Twelve Lang is indeed different from adults, but he is still very The flirtatious young man is now, and I have seen many little palace ladies who blush for him..."

It turned out that he was talking about Fu Xixing.

Wei Liao had seen him before, but he didn't have any special impressions. He only had a limited resemblance to Fu Xiru, only a face similar to his mother's. In essence, he was an innocent and ignorant stupid child, just a rich and powerful child.

Fu Xiru naturally loves this younger brother, especially after the two brothers depend on each other for life.They were obviously born in the rich, and fame and wealth are at their fingertips as soon as they reach out, but it seems that they are the only ones like each other, taking care of the children meticulously and conscientiously.

This is really refreshing.

Wei Liao simply leaned against the door and listened to what they continued.

He was distracted for a while, and then he listened carefully. He was talking about Fu Xixing's two years of living in the palace with his tail between his legs.

Wei Liao didn't take care of him specially, neither good nor bad.Fortunately, Fu Xiru was very popular, besides Xie Yizhi's repeated support, Ziqiong also quietly took care of her.She is also considered a big tree in the palace, as long as she speaks a few words, she seems to be able to see Wei Liao's attitude, and it is precisely because of this that she has always refused to abuse her authority.

Fu Xixing really didn't suffer any disadvantages, he was surrounded from birth, and with Fu Xiru as his escort, what disadvantages could he suffer?

Wei Liao rolled his eyes skyward, feeling very impatient.

After a while, Wei Liao lazily called Ziqiong to go in.

Fu Xiru waited quietly for a quarter of an hour, and Zi Qiong came out with a look of regret on her face: "Master Fu, I'm here today."

This means that he can resign, obviously Wei Liao is no longer ready to tease him anymore.

Be really bossy and do whatever you want.

Fu Xiru wasn't surprised or surprised, and didn't even ask about the situation inside, and left the palace after leaving.

Walked halfway, even took a detour, and passed by the gate of the Imperial College.

When Ziqiong went in again, a window opened in the inner hall, the fragrance was diffused, the rice paper was blown by the breeze, and Wei Liao was washing his hands.

His fingertips were stained with cinnabar, and he was lowering his head to scrub himself. Hearing her coming in, he didn't turn his head: "Tell me."

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When Fu Xiru first entered the harem, he was granted the title of Changshi, and the title: Qing?

Suddenly playing the harem game.