Huaibi

"Fu Fu Kua."

Ping Yanqing jumped up from behind the desk, the ink marks on the rice paper in his hand were still wet, and he happily approached Li Qingjue holding it.

Li Qingjue put down the scroll in his hand, looked down at the short ball at his feet, and bent over to take the thin paper.The Chinese characters on it are blunt but still correct, and he copied the whole article carefully according to what he said.

The young child in front of him who didn't know what a cultural treasure is before, can learn it very quickly, and the calligraphy is very clever, so it is not difficult to see the style of the day.Li Qingjue sighed secretly, thinking that he would be a royal after all.

"Okay." He boasted a little that his godson never doted on him. When raising Rong Xi Lianhua in the past, even though he was delicate and considerate, he never paid too much attention to his words, lest he be raised with a weak temperament and lose his fortitude.

However, just this word still made Ping Yanqing smile with crooked eyebrows, tiptoe and tug on his sleeve, reaching out for a hug.

Li Qingjue hesitated slightly, met those glazed eyes, but finally shook his head in compromise.

Ping Yanqing got him into his arms as he wished, and happily rubbed against his neck twice.Li Qingjue stretched out his hand and patted him gently, he had already noticed in his heart that this child was very different from Rong Xi Lianhua, and even more different from his nephew Rui Ning.

Ping Yanqing is the best at observing words and expressions, and he is full of childish scheming, but as he is so pure today, scheming is really harmless.This disposition should follow his father's. If Ping Huaihao could have a good mother and mentor to guide him back then, maybe he wouldn't go astray in seizing the heir.

Everyone in the world can become a demon with a single thought.

The farther Li Qingjue's daydreaming went, he accidentally recalled the sinister past, and his originally calm eyes began to ripple.

At this moment, someone walked in from outside.

The heavy bead curtains made a crisp sound for the first time, accompanied by Ping Huaizhen's laughing words to blow away the smoke and dust in his mind: "Are you acting like a baby with the master again?"

Hearing this, Li Qingjue turned around, and the child in his arms was caught, and buried in his lap with a blushing face, he called out "Royal Father" in a low voice.

The sunny day outside the house was just right, Ping Huaizhen took the child from his arms, made him stand upright on the ground, squatted down and said: "The maidservant of Xu'an Palace made a colorful windmill."

Ping Yanqing's eyes brightened.

There is no child who doesn't like this cute thing, Ping Huaizhen saw that he had lost his mind, and said with a smile: "Go." After saying that, he saw the child grinning and ran away, and when he reached the curtain, he remembered the rules, turned around and behaved Say goodbye to the ground.

Li Qingjue saw that he disappeared in a blink of an eye, put the crumpled piece of paper back on the case, and asked with a full belly: "Why did the emperor send the prince away?"

"It's still Qingjue who understands me," Ping Huaizhen followed his footsteps, embraced him from behind, and put his jaw on that shoulder, "I want to tell you something about Xuan Yuxue."

Li Qingjue was bound by him so that he couldn't move, but he didn't move, so he allowed him to cuddle tightly, and then asked: "What's the matter with Xuan Yuxue?"

"A matter of marriage." Ping Huaizhen hugged him intimately for a while, and after a while he pulled him to sit down, and then elaborated, "I wanted to choose a son-in-law for her, but she didn't want to."

"But there is someone in your heart?" Li Qingjue guessed casually, seeing him nodding his head, and guessing wildly, "You?"

Ping Huaizhen was so wronged, he looked at him a few times, crying and laughing.

Li Qingjue was very interesting, so he spent all his time waiting for the next article. After waiting for a long time for him to sigh, he walked to the window helplessly, and knocked with his fingers.

Immediately, Jiang Chang's voice came from outside the corridor: "What is the emperor's order?"

"Come in."

Ping Huaizhen ordered two words, the people outside respectfully responded, and after a while, they went around to the gate of the palace and appeared in front of them quickly.

Ping Huaizhen repeated what he said just now: "I want to find a good match for Princess Cheng Jing. Among the courtiers, there are five or six suitable ones, all of whom are good in appearance. I summoned her to the imperial court to inquire. Da, I brushed my mind with one mouthful."

Jiang Chang was ashamed when he heard this.

Ping Huaizhen could see all his subtle expressions, so she paused with him for a moment: "The princess has something to belong to, do you know who she is?"

Even Li Qingjue found this question strange, and really didn't understand how others would know about Xuan Yuxue's affair.But thinking this way, Jiang Chang suddenly knelt down and lowered his head to hide his embarrassment.

Ping Huaizhen was not angry: "What do you say?"

How could Jiang Chang dare to say that cold sweat slid down his forehead, piercing through the corners of his eyes, making his pupils sore and swollen unbearably.After such a long time, he was finally able to recover three points of sobriety, and earnestly responded to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the princess is young and confused for a while, maybe it will take time for a good match to come."

"A good match comes naturally? Jiang Chang, you often communicate with the princess without telling me, and now the princess doesn't want anyone, but you say 'a good match comes naturally'?"

Jiang Chang gritted his teeth, refused to raise his head half an inch, and apologized: "The slave is guilty, but it is definitely not a private relationship with the princess. It is just pity for her bleak past and little care... The princess is like a fairy, and the slave An eunuch, who is older than her, how could she have such dirty thoughts."

What he said sounded from the bottom of his heart, but what was the antecedent and whether the words were true? Ping Huaizhen didn't interfere too much, he didn't need to sort out this matter, and asked a little more: "Then this fairy How about if you want?"

The kneeling man bowed his head dumbly, staring at the ground in front of him as if lost in his soul, and finally responded word by word after an unknown period of time: "I don't want to."

Ping Huaizhen sent him back.

Li Qingjue beside him was already very surprised, and his eyes followed the people, and he didn't look back at Ping Huaizhen until the bead curtain stopped.Ping Huaizhen thought he had something to say, but he didn't hear a word for a long time, but he could gradually sense some understanding from it, and immediately the two were psychic, and his feelings and thoughts were not much different.

Love is very precious, everyone has their own balance in love, what Xuan Yuxue asks for is love, Jiang Chang's rejection is not for love.

Although Ping Huaizhen is the emperor, he really shouldn't intervene. Persuasion or not persuasion is not a meritorious deed.

Li Qingjue also understands this reason, so he has nothing to say, just hear it and let it go, and send it away like the wind.He stretched out his palm and caressed the strokes on the rice paper beside the case, and finally said concisely: "When I want to get married, I will make her nephew worry about my aunt."

Ping Huaizhen heard the pun in his words, immediately understood, and asked with a smile: "Qing Jue thinks, when will it be better to entrust the burden of the country to the shoulders of 'nephew'?"

Li Qingjue frowned: "When the emperor thinks, the minister thinks."

After speaking, he was suddenly approached, and a kiss fell on his cheek.

"There are still things to be done," Ping Huaizhen pulled him a few inches sideways, and pressed against him, "I will leave Beijing with you as soon as the matter is over, you can go anywhere you want, I just hope Cherish the time and don’t waste it.”

Li Qingjue's heart warmed, he closed his eyes and nodded: "Okay, I will finish with you one by one."

Hearing this, Ping Huaizhen laughed but didn't answer, thinking that Li Qingjue could just be with him, and he didn't have to work hard, and let him settle the rest by himself.

It was still early that day, Ping Huaizhen had already laid out the so-called important things in his heart, so he started to do them when he had time to spare.Li Qingjue still stayed in the palace to play and practice calligraphy with Ping Yanqing, he ordered Jiang to accompany him with a carriage, and went to Jingzhong Yu Palace in the afternoon when the sun was at its best.

At this time, Pingxi Yafang took a nap, and not long after he got up, he held a cup of scented tea to refresh his mind, and when he greeted him, there were still a few traces of tiredness in his eyes.

Ping Huaizhen went back and forth to examine him several times from the lazy eyebrows to the idle feet, her tone could not hear any dissatisfaction: "Every time I see you, I seem to be too idle?"

"The emperor is wise." Shi Shiran of Pingxi Ya walked closer to the table, took back the half cup of tea and blew lightly, showing a face full of shamelessness.

Ping Huaizhen suddenly disappeared. He couldn't bear half of the road when he came, and it's okay to be tired if he thinks about it: "It's rare for others to be free for half a day, but you are fine. Except for three days and one morning, it's difficult for me to see you a few times. Now it's even worse. I used to love to enter the palace, but whenever I come here, it's not for this or for that, and if I get it, I run away."

Pingxiya was speechless, it was the first time he had been trained like this by the emperor, he couldn't recover for a long time, and kept staring at him in amazement.After watching this for a while, I unexpectedly heard the more unexpected three words.

"White-eyed wolf."

The white-eyed wolf in front of him choked hard on his tea, couldn't take it anymore, and frankly went to death: "The emperor has something to say, you might as well speak it out."

Ping Huaizhen nodded: "How about I give you the title of Prince Taibao?"

"?" Pingxiya held the tea quietly.

"Not enough? In the future when the crown prince ascends the throne, you will be the prince regent."

"Enough, my minister is enough."

"Okay, the crown prince is you, and the prince regent is also you."

"..." Pingxiya dropped the teacup in his hand.

"One more thing..."

Pingxiya's heart palpitated: "Your Majesty, enough is enough."

Hearing the words, he laughed for a while.

Ping Huaizhen was very happy, and he could be regarded as having a good word with him: "I am here today, and I really rely on you. One is for the country and the country, and the prince is young. I hope you will manage the affairs of the country so that I will not worry about the future; the other is for the relatives at home. , you and the concubine are my closest relatives. I can’t be filial to my body, and the concubine will entrust you to you as before. Lord Zhao in the court also asked you to take care of me. Although he has no blood relatives with me, he has devoted himself to me for many years. , I deeply miss his kindness, no matter who is the emperor in the future, I want you to keep him safe and sound at any time."

The weight of each sentence is not shallow, Ping Xiya was extremely stunned when he heard it, and slowly discerned the meaning behind the strings, after knowing it, he turned it back and forth in his mind before the Prince Regent said it.

What about "worries about the future" and "who is the emperor", the person in front of him clearly wants him to know that this dragon seat is not wanted anymore.

All of a sudden, there are mixed feelings, and it can't be said that he likes him to be at ease, or worries about the parting.Pingxiya's mind surged with countless words, but the words came out of his throat, he couldn't help but didn't know which to ask first, in the end there were only two words left: "Really?"

Ping Huaizhen was not completely willing, but thinking of Li Qingjue's bondage for many years, it was inevitable that he would feel more pity in his heart, so he stared straight into his eyes and nodded, "Really."

The room was quiet, Ping Xiya turned his eyes back to look at the broken porcelain at his feet, thinking that the flower cups of the four seasons came from under the eyes of his imperial brother, thinking about the ups and downs in the past, and thinking about the long journey, he couldn't help but sigh.

He raised his eyes slowly, there was a person in his thirties in front of him, although he didn't look old, he was definitely not the boy he was back then.Pingxiya watched silently for a long time, disliked that Bie Xu was born too early, and suddenly said jokingly: "I share the worries of the emperor, but I have to ask for another treasure."

Ping Huaizhen bent her lips: "Sure."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." He bowed exaggeratedly, holding back all his emotions.