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This year Wei Liao stayed in the palace until October, and then brought Fu Xiru, who had announced to the world and was canonized King of Qi, back to the palace.

The palace has always been very popular, even after a few months, they don't feel strange.

This winter snow fell very early and a lot. Although it is a good omen, it is not convenient to travel by car and horses after all, and to deal with the follow-up matters of the princess's treason, it is better to go to the palace.

Wei Liao wrapped up the fox fur and got off the dragon chariot. All the officials stood in line to welcome him. Looking behind him, he saw Fu Xiru coming out with the prince in his arms. The child was hiding in his fur coat without showing his head. It was a bulging one. Bao, Fu Xiru showed some warmth for no reason.

The two men's eyes met, each other expressionless.

The cars and horses were exhausted, Wei Liao didn't want to see anyone, so he asked the officials to disperse, and went straight back to Zichen Palace.Fu Xiru was naturally with him.

The matter of the princess is over, and it has been more than a month.Wei Liao had already killed a cousin. After all, King Yiyang was a high-ranking and powerful man with deep roots and many subordinates. He had already dealt with it the same way, but now he will do it again.

What made him worry all the time, what he didn't worry about all day long was actually the treatment of Fu Xiru.

It's not that he didn't have murderous intentions repeatedly, but he suppressed them all. He just wanted to know, to understand, what this person had been thinking all this time.

But he didn't move, and Fu Xiru didn't move, he thoroughly implemented the declaration of dividing the imperial power in half, and dealt with everything that Wei Liao didn't deal with.Naturally, Shangshu Pushe did not do it, but because of this, his status was much higher than that of the three provinces and six departments. Because of Wei Liao's silence, he acquiesced, acted vigorously and mercilessly.

But Wei Liao always felt that he was waiting for something.

It seems that things are not over yet, and it is impossible for them to spend their lives like this.Right now, there is chaos, war, magma and will-o'-the-wisps under the cover of ice.

It's about respecting each other as guests and being patient with each other, but this kind of peace is really fragile, it seems that Wei Liao only needs one look, or even doesn't need to have a look, as long as he kills his heart together, it can end.

Since that day, Fu Xiru has never left Wei Liao's side, and the Longyuan Sword has been returned to him long ago, and the outsiders of the palace feel more and more deeply about this, so we have to wait and see.Even Pei Mi tried a few times, probably wanting to say that if Wei Liao was unwilling and coerced, it would not be difficult to kill Fu Xiru.

But Wei Liao couldn't let him die.He promised himself countless times that no matter what happens in the future, he will keep Fu Xiru alive.He no longer wanted to push the man away by himself, he had even wanted to lock him up.

Now Fu Xiru is like a shackle, grabbing his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe, and obstructing his movements. Even though Fu Xiru has clearly done nothing, Wei Liao can even discern some kind of vague expectation in him, as if he is determined to die.

The more this is the case, the more unlikely it is for Wei Liao to kill him.

All his life, being awkward with others has become an instinct. Although it is uncomfortable, it is not difficult. After a long time, because Fu Xiru fulfilled his duties and did not interfere with him at all, and because he was always by his side, he became familiar with the prince day by day. The illusion is very warm.

It's like he's really a queen.

The prince is not afraid of life, he is very close, and he feels that he is no stranger to Fu Xiru, so he is familiar with acting like a baby. With his fat buttocks pouted, he was hugged in his arms and entered the Zichen Palace firmly. tangerine.

He is small and weak, and usually eats fruit with a nanny and court lady serving him, so he can't peel it off, hugging him all the way, smelling the warm fragrance and falling asleep, once he entered the Zichen Palace, he heard Wei Liao whispering Ziqiong to arrange Then Lu Lu suddenly raised his head, held the oranges in front of Fu Xiru, and put on a very longing expression.

Fu Xiru hugged him with one hand, untied the fur coat with the other hand, and handed it to the maid beside her. Holding Chengming's buttocks, she found a place to sit down, and took the orange from him.

Wei Liao is usually in the Zichen Palace, always active on the side next to the window, with his desk, soft couch, hut bed, and two large vases, in which there are plum blossoms folded back this morning. On the wall hung the calligraphy and painting of the former dynasty and Wei Liao's imperial brush.

He even had his son in Fu Xiru's arms, so he had nothing to worry about, so he simply asked someone to pack up the imperial case, and took out his watch.

Watching is half-hearted, most of the time watching Fu Xiru peel oranges for Chengming.Cheng Ming sat upright, sitting on the other side of the soft couch, propped his hands in front of him, leaned his head over to watch the action of peeling the oranges seriously.

Fu Xiru is a good student and has always had an advantage. Even peeling oranges is much more pleasing to the eye than others. His finger bones are slender. With his fingertips, he peels off the vermilion orange peel first, and then breaks open a petal to remove the white network. Carefully clean it up, and feed it to Chengming who is eager to see.

Most of the oranges nowadays are very sweet, not sour at all.

Fu Xiru looks gentle and elegant, but in fact he is cold inside. He has never been interested in the prince, and he is unwilling to touch it because he is not a person who likes children. There are only a few who can break through this boundary.

He and the prince became acquainted, and the two developed some kind of relationship, and they got along with each other day after day after the rebellion was put down.Chengming is not defensive about people. Since he was born, Gein has never met anyone who doesn't like him, doesn't praise him, and doesn't have high expectations for him.Fu Xiru took care of him, but it was much more complicated.

Probably because he and Wei Liao were unwilling to talk to each other, and they seldom talked when they were together.

Wei Liao also couldn't make up his mind whether it was Fu Xiru who was unwilling to talk to him in the first place, or he was the one who resisted talking to Fu Xiru first. In short, the situation has been established, but it is difficult to change it, and he can't say a word.

He felt depressed, and wished he could snatch Chengming from Fu Xiru's hand and throw it to the nanny. He had a big fight with Fu Xiru, but he couldn't even tell what he wanted to quarrel or what he was dissatisfied with. Scribbled on the rice paper, took a closer look, there were several "Qi" written on it, and suddenly got angry, threw the pen and stood up: "Let's go for a walk."

What he said was vague, but he didn't want to explain the trend to anyone, and he went straight out after speaking, as if he didn't want to take anyone with him.Fu Xiru looked up, and it happened that Chengming couldn't sit still anymore, so he threw himself into his arms, so he just stretched out his arms to hug him.

Chengming is very good at acting like a baby, which is different from his father.

Wei Liao's temperament is actually not good, and he doesn't like to show weakness to others. He clearly needs something, and even desires it very much, but there seems to be an invisible boundary separating him from everyone. Unless it is death, he cannot cross this natural moat.

It is extremely difficult to induce him to admit his powerlessness and lack, because he believes that his identity is like reciting a spell to confuse the mind. The identity of the emperor is a weight that he cannot let go of in his life.

He couldn't break away from this identity, and even when he was clearly unwilling, he still had to give up everything for this identity, sacrifice himself, and couldn't help making a decision that he thought was right but was extremely painful.

Human nature is complex and dark, full of indescribable pain, and even the closest people don't want to try to change it repeatedly.

Fu Xiru sometimes suspects that Wei Liao is crazy, and sometimes feels that he is not normal either.What Wei Liao is obsessed with is the emperor, and what he is obsessed with is right and wrong.

This is not a kind of conceit, but a kind of obsession. If he can't prove his claim is correct, and can't force Wei Liao to admit that he chose a path of destruction, Fu Xiru will seem to be facing his own failure.

And if one is right, one should not fail.

Back then when they separated suddenly, Fu Xiru never doubted whether Wei Liao didn't love her.He is different from Wei Liao, he is too determined and will not be capricious, so he can accurately understand other people's thoughts, and will never misunderstand or deny it.

People like Yu Weiliao can make decisions that are diametrically opposed to their inner feelings, but it is impossible for Fu Xiru to go against his own will.

He gnawed at pain, loneliness, and hatred, but finally calmed down, trying to find a way to prove something.

Wei Liao must become a person who will not destroy himself. Since he is going to be the emperor, he must be an unshakable mountain. Since he will not hesitate to lose anything, then these sacrifices must have value.

But Wei Liao is so fragile, once he loses, his heart will be broken, and a person whose heart is already broken is not far from being destroyed.

Fu Xiru tossed and turned for this, and had to formulate a plan.

Wei Liao cherishes himself because he has always been educated to know that he is precious.But Fu Xiru didn't feel that there was anything he shouldn't be sacrificed for. What he was seeking was his own way, and he didn't regret his death.

Wei Liao sacrificed everything about himself, but when facing Fu Xiru, he was still reluctant to let go, which made him so fragile and sentimental, almost always the boy who ran across the corridor with bare feet and fell into his arms.

It is so easy to change personnel, but this little memory is enduring, and may be preserved forever, shining brightly, life is tenacious, and it is scary.

Fu Xiru couldn't tell why he was so attached to Wei Liao.He didn't ask Wei Liao why he was obsessed with himself, because it was a fact that had already happened, but he was curious about his heart, because it could be probed.

As he himself said, he had no choice, because Wei Liao bumped into each other, and from then on, the two of them would eventually become one.If you regard this as destiny, it will be easy to accept it, and there will be no doubts anymore. The only thing to worry about is how to go on in the future.

Only Wei Liao is capricious, fearful, and suspicious of others as well as himself.

There was only one last step before him, which was the last difficult problem Fu Xiru gave Wei Liao: how should he deal with himself?

What Fu Xiru did was to force the palace to coerce the emperor to decentralize power. At that time, Wei Liao had no choice but to agree, so what would he do afterwards?

There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in the people. Wei Liao would not agree to decentralize power to Fu Xiru before, and he will not now. He has only one way, which is to kill Fu Xiru.

This life has already fallen into his hands, and inside and outside the Daming Palace are all Wei Liao's forces, it is easy to kill anyone, and the most people in the world are people who died for no reason.Fu Xiru has already proved his reasoning, Wei Liao will only submit if he uses absolute power to force Wei Liao, even under the status of emperor, he agrees to share power with him.

He had already obtained the answer, and he didn't care about putting himself on the altar and letting Wei Liao sacrifice himself—this was the real last step.

In the future, there will be thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of years, green mountains will not change, and green waters will flow forever. If Wei Liao really makes up his mind, there is nothing to worry about, and he is finally qualified.

Fu Xiru vaguely felt that it was weird for him to be like this, but of course he couldn't realize it in this mountain. He only felt that he had done his best and was beyond reproach.

He fed Chengming half an orange, wondering how long Wei Liao had been away, when he would come back, and whether he could remember who he should see, so he was inevitably absent-minded.Cheng Ming held his hand, tilted his head to look at him, and kept silent.His temperament is not quite like that of Wei Liao, so Fu Xiru guessed that he was like Li Jieyu who he had never met before.

There was still half an orange left, and Fu Xiru was about to put it down when he heard footsteps and a ring pendant, a woman's voice sounded from outside, and then the noble concubine walked in: "Chengming should rest, Bengong is here to take him go back."

The prince has always lived with the two concubines in Zhaoyang Palace, but he mostly played with Wei Liao, and it became a habit over time.Although it was dark outside, there was no snow falling, and the prince was with Fu Xiru on the way back, so the imperial concubine came here in person.

Fu Xiru put down half of the orange, picked up the prince, and patted his plump buttocks: "Follow your mother back."

Chengming was put on the ground by him, he didn't feel left out, he ran to the imperial concubine, hugged her leg, and yawned sleepily.The imperial concubine bent down and stretched out her hands to scratch his soft chin, and picked up the child by herself without using others, and was about to leave.However, after all, the girl's character is not weakened, and there is no hostility from meeting Fu Xiru for the first time. There is no need for swords and swords between the two, and Fu Xiru's expression is relieved, so it is easier, so she simply made a joke: "Now I really should call you queen. Damn it."

She spoke playfully, so although it was abrupt, it would not make people feel rude, not to mention because she was raising the prince, and Fu Xiru was not far from Wei Liao's side, the two of them often met, not to mention familiar with each other, after all they were not strangeness.

Fu Xiru was taken aback when he heard the words, then laughed and shook his head: "Your Majesty really knows how to joke."

Logically speaking, no matter what the identity of the same man is divided up, there is always jealousy and hatred between each other, but the imperial concubine is a person who knows her fate, not to mention that now that she has a son and everything is full, she will let it go if she puts it down.

After experiencing the matter of the princess, the more she feared and feared Wei Liao, the more she stopped thinking about favoring the sixth palace and fighting for power and profit. She only had children and lived a good life.As for Fu Xiru's affairs, she can't control it, and naturally she won't. What will happen in the future, it's just that everyone has their own destiny, she doesn't guess, and she doesn't bet, because what she has is future blessings, and what she seeks is also future blessings.

The imperial concubine also avoided the eyes of outsiders, said a few words, and then left and returned to the palace.Not long after she left, Wei Liao came back from outside.

When he entered the door, Fu Xiru was sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, checking the newly delivered mansion newspaper, apparently more busy with political affairs than he was.

Logically speaking, kings with different surnames should open up palaces to live in the palace, raise cases in them, and open houses outside the palace, with their own official offices and subordinate officials.It's just that when Wei Liao was in the palace, Wei Liao had to deal with the princess's personnel affairs, which was not the top priority, so he did not postpone it.

Besides, Fu Xiru was by his side, so he really couldn't see his favor and status, and no one knew whether they were at odds, and they could still be fooled.

Yu Weiliao, this is the last chance to repent.

Fu Xiru pressed his head to promise such an important thing, and then he came to his senses. What made him most angry was not how Fu Xiru forced him, but that Fu Xiru didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue him afterward. Instead, he didn't take this victory to heart, and waited with confidence He repented and waited for him to claim his life.

What does he take a person's affection and vows to himself?

Wei Liao just went out, met the general of Habayashi Wei, and also met Xie Yizhi - he can only be said to be Wei Liao's eyes, but he is not a confidant at all. Few people doubted him, and his talents were fully competent, but he hit a wall with his best friend and didn't ask anything.Wei Liao had his heart set on his position, but he hadn't made up his mind yet. He was about to send him to the border to earn some military merit so that he could be promoted. When he entered the door, he saw Fu Xiru raised his head and greeted him faintly, so he forgot about it. mind.

He hated Fu Xiru's calm expression too much.

Wei Liao didn't say a word, Fu Xiru didn't care, looked down at Dibao, picked up the remaining half of the orange, and prepared to peel and eat it, so as to make room for it, so as not to forget that the orange is still here, and move it a little and get dirty clothing.

When the orange peel was peeled off, a refreshing fragrance with a slightly bitter taste burst out. Fu Xiru concentrated on peeling off the white network, and felt Wei Liao sitting down next to him, not very happy, but staring at Oranges in my hand.He paused, sighed inwardly, but there was no expression on his face, he simply raised his hand and brought the oranges to Wei Liao.

This gesture was somewhat intimate, Wei Liao thought of the days when we had been together but had no ambiguity, and his ugly face became unsustainable. In order to cover up, he simply bit off half of the oranges with Fu Xiru's hands viciously, and grabbed him again. hand, and ate the other half.

But still unwilling to let go.

Fu Xiru was caught by him, and he didn't try to break free. He looked at Wei Liao for a moment, and saw that he had his fingertips in his mouth.The moist, soft and hot mouth and the tip of the tongue were like a dream. His expression moved slightly, and his fingertips trembled. Wei Liao seemed to have received some encouragement, and he intensified. He tried to bite with his canine teeth, and approached again, holding His fingers threw him down.

The dibao was originally placed beside Fu Xiru's body and on his lap, but when his posture changed, he slid down one after another and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Unmoved, Wei Liao swept the rest of the mansion papers to the ground, aggressively sucking Fu Xiru's slightly astringent fingers from the smell of orange peel, riding on his waist, and stretched out his hand to open his neckline.

Fu Xiru seemed surprised instead.Seen by him, Wei Liao couldn't help suspecting that he was trying to force an innocent civilian man, so he bit the finger in his mouth hard and continued to paw down.

This feeling is actually good, even though Fu Xiru looks reluctant, but what is exciting is the flavor of reluctance, Wei Liao straightened his upper body, seeing that Fu Xiru seemed to be sitting up on the soft couch, he pushed him hard, The soft couch moved forward a little along with this force.

Wei Liao almost tasted the taste of doing whatever he wanted.The question that he had accumulated courage for a long time but didn't dare to ask, seemed to be able to blurt out suddenly, and anger made a person do whatever he wanted: "What do you want?"

In fact, this question is not without an answer. Wei Liao had already guessed that Fu Xiru's answer might be "want to die", or he has already died without regret.

This answer was definitely not what Wei Liao wanted to hear.

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live, not only to live, but also to be happy.Without Fu Xiru, he would have no happiness at all.

The road of life cannot be reversed, nor can it be repeated. All choices have only one chance.He cannot live without Fu Xiru, so Fu Xiru must not die.

The two seem to live and die together, and they come from the same origin, but in fact they want to embrace each other. There are always such difficulties. The thorns are strangled in the outstretched hands. Before they meet, they are covered with bruises. It can only be done with courage as hard as death.

Greedy people often don't have such courage. Wei Liao thought he could promise never to kill Fu Xiru, he was already very mature and calm, and let go of everything he could.

But the last thing Fu Xiru wants to take away from him is what he wants to keep until the end.

One died unmoved, the other gave all his courage and would rather let him live.When will unity be achieved?

Fu Xiru said: "Since Your Majesty knows, there should be no hesitation."

Wei Liao couldn't stand it any longer, he raised his hand and slapped him: "You are shameless!"

He thought that he was already a very crazy person, and he wouldn't care about the world's comments, but Fu Xiru was even more heartless than him, and he couldn't wake up.This person knows how important he is to him, but he wants to persuade Wei Liao to end his own life?

Wei Liao trembled all over, only feeling anger and grievance, he could hardly speak, bit his lip hard, and grabbed Fu Xiru's neck.

In fact, he is not what he used to be, his physical maturity is secondary, and what is more important is his strength. However, he cannot get out of the fog and cannot really use his power, so his heart is full of fear and stubbornness.

But Fu Xiru grew up too early, he was so decisive.

Wei Liao knew how to kill a person. As soon as he exerted force, he felt an astonishing heat passing from Fu Xiru's neck to the palm of his hand. The soft throat was sliding, and the tiger's mouth was pressing his Adam's apple. He couldn't put on a murderous pose at all. , How could he really kill this person.

The harder he tried, the more relaxed Fu Xiru's expression became, and he refused to resist at all, as if he really didn't care if he was killed, but this just made people feel negligent and slack, it was just an ending, not a heavy entrustment.

Wei Liao gritted his teeth and pinched for a while, then let go of his hand slumpedly, got up like a wounded beast, and sat on the other side of the soft couch, the sky was dim, and his expression was also gloomy: "Why?"

He had promised himself that if he didn't kill, he wouldn't kill.

When he pinched Fu Xiru's neck just now, he used a lot of force, but he still couldn't hurt the killer, he just felt relieved.Fu Xiru lay on the couch, panting and coughing violently, and the way his shoulders shook made Wei Liao feel heartbroken.

He has always had nothing to do with Fu Xiru. He used to be, is now, and even always admits it. But only this time, he can't let Fu Xiru's long-cherished wish come true. He must know why and reject him.

Life is already so difficult, even in the chaos, Wei Liao knew that he would never give up on Fu Xiru.

He thought he already had a heart of steel, but in fact it would still be lightly blown to ashes.

Fu Xiru was much tougher than him, never hesitated, regretted, or vulnerable.Who won, and who lost what?For a moment, Wei Liao felt that even the grievance was unclear.

How shameless Fu Xiru was, he didn't even have time to think about it, he just felt desolate and helpless, as if he was forced to hold a knife that was about to be stained with blood.He already knew what it meant to kill someone, and he didn't want to let Fu Xiru turn into a corpse, but he always knew how determined the other party was, so he was angry and scared at the same time, and almost trembled.

The silence spread for a long time, Fu Xiru straightened up, sat opposite him, and sighed very long and slowly: "You don't want me to die?"

This sentence made Wei Liao even more furious. He lifted half of his body, and rushed towards Fu Xiru like a beast. He raised his hand and wanted to slap him again, but he lost his strength halfway, and lowered his hand in a daze to greet him. He looked at each other with bitter words: "You never thought about it, what should I do if you die and leave me?"

Fu Xiru's eyes dropped, he was speechless.

"You should..."

You should try to live without me, and it wouldn't be any different.

Wei Liao somehow understood what he was going to say, and gave another solid slap: "Do you think everyone abandons others as easily as you do?!"

He hated to death, and there was a raging fire different from anger that couldn't be vented. There was no way out in his body, and he went on a rampage. Looking at Fu Xiru, he felt that he was about to be frostbitten by the icy cold air on his body: a person who is too determined Love is also ruthless.

"I hate you!"

This is really not a lie.

Fu Xiru really deserved to say that you should never fight back when you hit me, but she was moved by the hatred in Wei Liao's words, like an ignorant child repeating a very familiar sentence: "I love you more than my life, That's enough for me."

Wei Liao had already yelled out anyway, so he didn't have to be a mature person with a blank face, and immediately thumped the couch: "I'm not enough! Do you understand! It's always been me who is not enough! I don't I want you to die, I don't want you to leave, I will die without you! Do you understand?!"

It was rare for him to be honest like this, and he felt embarrassed after speaking, and wanted to hit Fu Xiru again.He played very skillfully today, but Fu Xiru who suddenly raised his head grabbed his hand and stopped for a moment.

"Okay," Fu Xiru said lightly but firmly, "I understand."

What did he understand?

Wei Liao stared at him in a daze as he lowered his head and kissed his palm, with a tender and affectionate expression, he couldn't help curling his fingers.There is a red gap there until today, it is an old scar from the past, and it is still sensitive to touch again.

Fu Xiru is his old scar, which he will never forget, never be separated, never healed, nor discarded, so he can only hold him together and live like this.

As long as you kiss him like this, he will forget all the pain and love and hate, and just want to fall into this embrace.

Is this love or poison?

"Do you hate me?" Fu Xiru held his hand against her face, approached him and asked him in a low voice.

Wei Liao didn't want to speak, but just shook his head.He was already very tired and felt exhausted, but he never hated Fu Xiru.This is too weak. In fact, Wei Liao looked down on him a little bit, but now the dust has settled, and the result is not too bad. It is time to rest. Why do you want to hate?

He just suddenly became enlightened and understood one thing, so he trembled, and his whole body lost his balance. He leaned close to Fu Xiru, raised his other hand and hugged him tightly: "Are you crazy? You love me more than your life, You don't care if you die at my hands? Are you crazy?"

It's not that he is insensitive to understand this so slowly, but who would view love words like this?Only Fu Xiru took this seriously and did it without fear.

In fact, Wei Liao has been pursuing such a deep love all his life, but when he really got it, he only felt afraid.If he wasn't weak enough, Fu Xiru would have died by now!

However, the person who was destined to write an unknown number of dead words obviously didn't care, just kissed his hanging hair and the side of his neck and face in his embrace, and promised in a low and gentle voice: "Okay, from now on I will never miss you again." After death, I will be with you, for a long time, okay? As long as you listen to me."

Wei Liao just wanted to ask back: Could it be that I am the only one who can win you if I am obedient?

I also feel that he is already obedient enough, even willing to give authority over his life, how can he be obedient?

But there's no need to talk about these things, he just snatched his love from someone who didn't know, and it was the time when he was feeling weak, let alone talking about these topics.

He was willing to give, everything, and handing over the price to Fu Xiru, after all, would have immediate results and eternal life.

Just as he was thinking, Fu Xiru rubbed his chin with his thumb, then raised his face slightly, and kissed him together.This kiss was hot, moist, soft, and seemed to have infinite affection, finally breaking through the shackles, and it all flowed out.Wei Liao couldn't wait to be subdued, he hugged Fu Xiru tightly, stuck to him, and became intimate endlessly.

The mountains are high and the sea is wide, and finally meet.

No matter how hard he pushed Fu Xiru down, he couldn't feel any resistance. Fu Xiru obediently lay down under him, with a gentle and soft expression. Wei Liao almost melted. , fell between the messy clothes and hair, bit her lip hard, stretched out her hand to tear off her jade belt, and pulled off the heavy winter coat from her shoulders.

The earth dragon was burning in the palace, it was not cold at all, the naked skin was as smooth as jade, although it left a little scar, it was even more beautiful.

Fu Xiru stretched out his hand to stroke his warm skin, and then supported his slender waist. Wei Liao felt that he was about to melt and turned into a puddle of water, like a young man who had just tasted love for the first time.

All the sincerity in his life has been given to Fu Xiru, so it can be regarded as death without regrets.

But what this man rewarded him was a more terrifying determination to persecute him, teach him, seduce him, and make him do what is right for generations to come.Has he ever thought that in the process of guiding several forces and winning the trust of countless people, every step may be smashed to pieces?

If he really died at that time, no one would know what he was doing for, let alone Wei Liao.

With such courage, Wei Liao even wanted to say what I am capable of.

But this is destined to have no answer, this is just the "love beyond life" that Fu Xiru returned to him.

Wei Liao was crying, he got so much that he couldn't bear it, it seemed that every inch of his body was rubbed into spring water, and he seemed to be able to tolerate whatever he wanted without feeling hard at all, only the endless terror of being possessed, He was overwhelmed by the sudden combination with Fu Xiru.He is also afraid of giving too much.

The palace people outside heard the commotion and dared not come in to light the lamps. Wei Liao randomly pulled a piece of clothing to wrap himself around him, and was immediately picked up. The whole body was wrapped around Fu Xiru's body, and he walked towards the bed in the dark.

As soon as he got under the bed tent, Wei Liao reverted to his old ways. Taking advantage of the endless lingering darkness, his bare waist was wet with fine sweat, and he acted like a spoiled child with the tip of Fu Xiru's ear in his mouth. Holding Fu Xiru's wrist: "I caught you tonight."

Fu Xiru remained silent.

Wei Liao gradually intertwined his fingers, leaned on him, and said with emotion, "I caught you."

"Yes." Fu Xiru agreed.

Fu Xiru opened a mansion outside the palace, and finally returned home when he was free.

Since the princess rebelled, the princess mansion will be taken back again, and it may be given to other dignitaries as mansions in the future.Fu Xixing didn't ask a single unnecessary question, in Fu Xiru's view, it was time for the fire.Shunniang was still a bit hesitant to turn the corner. She knew that her husband was really anxious and didn't know the truth of this shocking secret, so she was very worried about her brother. She had asked her father before, but she couldn't find anything.But after all, she had been instructed in advance, so she tried her best to behave naturally.

There was nothing wrong with the noble concubine's joke. Fu Xiru was no different from the empress except that she was called the king of Qi.

Therefore, they cannot stay outside the palace for long.

The main function of Prince Qi's Mansion is the official office. Fu Xiru still lives in the palace and at home.But Wei Liao refused to let him go, he had to find time to go home, let alone live outside.But after all, there are not many people in the world who dare to resist the order and disrespect. Fu Xixing and Shunniang both understand a little bit about it.

Today, the clan worships the ancestors, Wei Liao is free, and has meritorious service in the conquest, so he might as well go there himself.The end of the year is approaching, and there are more and more things to do. Most of the time, the two of them are separated, and they can't even get together for meals.

But as long as his mind is clear, Wei Liao is very easy to coax, and even more obedient, except in the bed tent, it is difficult to have an aggrieved look.

Fu Xiru took advantage of the time to go out of the palace and went home. When he entered the palace, he saw Chengming walking up the steps staggeringly.

The snow has just fallen, it is soft and thick, and it creaks when you step on it. The prince was carried all the way here. He wanted to play with the snow, so he walked two steps by himself. Otherwise, everyone would be afraid that he would fall. Such weather will not let him Walk around by yourself.

Fu Xiru went from the front of the Xuanzheng Hall to the Zichen Hall, and just ran into the prince.He has no followers, but everyone knows him, and they all give way to watch the prince stepping on the snow.

Hearing the movement, Chengming turned around and saw Fu Xiru, came over and leaned on his lap meekly, was picked up like a tightly wrapped ball, chuckled twice, and hugged Fu Xiru's neck .

He was born among thousands of favors, and he has never seen anyone who doesn't like him. In fact, his appearance is very different from that of Wei Liao when he was a child. Observing his appearance, he can't recall the past of Wei Liao who has never met, but this child is after all There are many places that come from my father, such as the sly and agile expression.Fu Xiru inevitably felt soft-hearted, and carried him into the warm inner hall.

Fu Xiru asked Wei Liao what Chengming would call himself in the future, and Wei Liao said without hesitation, "Yafu."

There is nothing wrong with this, Chengming will get used to his father having such a lover early on, so he should naturally learn to address him correctly in the future, but the limp child hugged him and moaned and called Yafu, in fact, after Fu Xiru asked about this A few days after the talk, it happened.

The crown prince knew how to speak a long time ago, and Wei Liao had probably been waiting for this question for a long time.

This feeling was very strange, but it was just a strange warmth. The prince called out a few more times, and he was almost used to it, and even couldn't help feeling a little bit of compassion for this child.

He sat down in the hall, because Chengming was there, he didn't even care about the unfinished government affairs, asked him about today's food and daily life, and weighed it again, which made the child giggle. He was getting along well, but his hands With a light touch, Wei Liao picked up his son from his hand with no expression on his face, and handed it to the nanny: "Take him out to play."

Most of the time, Fu Xiru was very concerned about Wei Liao's majesty, and he didn't say a word. Seeing the carefree Cheng Ming being carried out, Wei Liao put down his face and sat beside him: "Cheng Ming is like you. .”

Fu Xiru was silent for a moment, then asked: "Do you dare to say this to Li Jieyu?"

Wei Liao choked and refused to admit defeat: "You know what I mean, his mother has a gentle temperament, and he doesn't look like me, nor does he like me, isn't he just like you? If he is taught by you in the future, I'm afraid it will be even worse. ..."

In fact, this is not bad, and it even makes Wei Liao more satisfied and soft-hearted, but seeing Chengming being loved by Fu Xiru, it is inevitable to be childish. After all, even if Fu Xiru sees through and doesn't tell the truth, he seldom feels that he is too childish.

Sure enough, Fu Xiru just smiled.

Wei Liao felt itchy in his heart when he saw him, so he grabbed him neatly, leaned over and kissed him, his fingers were entangled with his: "Okay, if