Huaibi

Ping Xiya jumped out of the carriage outside the gate of the mansion, waved to Ping Huaizhen, and ran in with his little clothes.Ping Huaizhen didn't stay any longer, and ordered the palace servants to drive back to the imperial city.

Pingxiya who returned to Chengyuan Palace didn't go to greet his father who never loved him, and slipped straight to the dormitory of his mother and concubine, and threw his schoolbag on the ground as soon as he entered the room.Tangli leaned over to pick it up behind her, and heard a coquettish voice from inside: "Concubine Mother, my son just met the elder brother of the prince, and it was the elder brother of the prince who sent me back home!"

Tangli paused in her hands, dismissed the two maids by the door, and quietly closed the door.

Princess Chengyuan hadn't entered the palace for a long time, and when she heard the prince mentioned in his words, she was overjoyed, bent down and hugged him on her lap, and asked, "What is the prince doing out of the palace? How is he watching?"

Ping Xiya shook his head and answered the first part: "I don't know, when I saw him, he was going back to the palace by car, but he happened to meet me, so he sent me back first."

Princess Chengyuan didn't wait for the next word, and asked again: "Is he alright?"

"Very good," Ping Xiya nodded naively, "Brother Prince also asked Mother Concubine if she was okay."

Princess Chengyuan was sweet in her heart in an instant, and said "yes" softly, as if Ping Huaizhen could really hear it.Even Ping Huaizhen doesn't know her own background, even if she only treats her as a kind woman, being able to remember like this is enough to make her feel satisfied.

"Remember, treat the prince well, respect him, and protect him," Princess Chengyuan touched Pingxiya's cheeky face in the school, hoping that the young children would listen to her words. in this way."

"The boy knows."

Ping Xiya nodded her head, and buried her in the neck of the concubine, quietly thinking about his straightforward truths, thinking that the elder brother of the prince loves him, so those who love him should be good.

The winter wind rustled, and the branches in the courtyard were full of wintersweet, but there was no snow against it.

Xu'an Hall warms the room, Ping Huaizhen covers the window to paint, and draws the lively children still in his mind on the rice paper.

The gray magpie hopped around by his warm hand.

A day later, He Jinyi, who came back to the palace again, stood in front of the table and savored it with great interest, and suddenly asked, "Why did you draw the childhood?"

Ping Huaizhen was surprised.

"Isn't it?" He Jinyi saw that his expression was wrong, and knew that he was wrong, so he lowered his head to examine again, and after thinking for a while, he found another child who was not often seen from his memory, "Could it be Cheng? Prince Yuan?"

Ping Huaizhen nodded, he realized later that among the royal disciples, Ping Xiya was actually the one who resembled him the most.That's all, don't think about it too much, just as fate dictates, I love it even more in my heart.

He took two steps forward and smiled at Hua, "Jin Yi didn't say anything, I didn't realize that there was a resemblance."

"How much?" He Jinyi seemed to be very happy, touched the child's lips and noses in the painting, and put his hand on Ping Huaizhen's face to compare carefully, "It's so similar, especially the lips are exactly the same."

"Really?" Ping Huaizhen couldn't hide his heartbeat, and covered his lips with his palm.

He Jinyi met his eyes, and suddenly felt an indescribable weirdness in his heart, and his chest jumped fast for a moment without warning, feeling inexplicably dazed.But before he figured out where the weirdness came from, Ping Huaizhen let go of it, and couldn't see anything unusual, so he rolled up the drawing paper slowly and put it away.

He Jinyi looked down at his hands, vaguely thinking about something, and still vaguely ignorant, until Ping Huaizhen interrupted his thoughts.

"I'm planning to go out to Beijing around midnight and wait all night in Xianshan, begging the elders Yunhe to come out of the mountain."

A word came out of the blue, which made He Jin feel very surprised.

Ping Huaizhen smiled, originally he just wanted to disturb his thoughts, now he will go back and explain slowly, and listen to him what he said to Zhao Keyang yesterday.

He Jinyi listened carefully to what he said, and after he understood the whole point, he asked: "Then the prince is going, so he didn't expect to invite the second elder out of the mountain?"

"It's not that I don't have any hope," Ping Huaizhen shook his head and explained, "but if you are determined to go there several times, with perseverance, you will succeed if you don't ask for it once."

"So that's how it is," He Jinyi's eyes lit up with fighting spirit, "I will go with the prince."

When Ping Huaizhen heard that he was proclaiming his minister, he knew that he was serious, and couldn't bear to refuse, but he felt pity: "It's cold in the mountains, plus you don't sleep all night, you will be very tired, you'd better stay at the mansion and rest."

"I have been with you since we were young. If you don't sleep, I will naturally blow the cold wind with you all night."

Ping Huaizhen was delighted to hear this and stopped dissuading her.

He Jinyi sent a letter to the He Mansion, informing his parents that he would not return tonight, and when the moon was in the sky, he rushed out of Beijing with the carriage, and asked Ping Huaizhen for a scholar.He had read the past events of sages and sages in the past dynasties in the book, and now Ping Huaizhen is bowing down to seek the sages, and he is by his side, as if seeing a flat road ahead and a clear cloud in a flash.

He is willing to Ping Huaizhen king to come to the world, the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and let the king show his grand plans.

With all the beauty in his eyes, He Jinyi closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the car, feeling warm all over his body after a while.Opening his eyes, he saw that it was Ping Huaizhen who was worried about him catching cold and covered him with thick fur.

The corners of He Jinyi's eyebrows were slightly smooth, and he hugged Mao Qiu and looked out of the window sideways. The curtain swayed slightly, and the light of the lantern was reflected outside the gap in the curtain.

There is only a carriage, and there are only a few guards in front of and behind the carriage.

When Ping Huaizhen left the palace late at night, she was neither high-profile nor deliberately avoiding people's eyes and ears, she was open-minded.He Jinyi felt that it was so opportune that this matter must not be hidden from those who are interested. Instead of covering it up, it is better to let them see.

In the dead of night, there is no one on the roadside.

At the foot of the Xianshan Mountain in the northern suburbs, Ping Huaizhen tied a vermilion ribbon to the knot of a winter bamboo.He Jinyi stood two steps away, waited for him to fasten the red silk, and walked up the steps with him, along the rocks.After walking a few steps, I saw a cold stone with the word "Xianshan" chiseled deep on it. I don't know who made it.

This mountain was originally nameless, but it was an extremely common mountain outside Beijing. The mountain was neither high nor steep, secluded and quiet.Later, it is said that a hunter went to the mountain to hunt and did not return all night. When he returned home, he lost half of his soul. Everyone he met said that he was hit by a ghost in the mountain and nearly died.People in Beijing started chatting in twos and threes, calling it "ghost mountain" inside and outside the words, until it was said to be ominous by human beings, and they changed their name to "leisure mountain" one after another.

In such a place, even middle-aged men are afraid to visit alone, but Yunhe and the two elders lived in seclusion, enjoying their leisure.

Ping Huaizhen caressed the chisel marks on the caressing stone, and walked forward again with He Jinyi, and asked with a low laugh, "Does Jin Yi know the origin of the name Xianshan?"

"I heard about it when I was young, but I didn't dare to take half a step after hearing it. Now that I'm here with you, I feel..."

"What do you think?"

He Jinyi smiled: "I think rumors are just rumors."

"When did Jin Yi become so bold?" Ping Huaizhen also laughed when he heard the words, "When I told you these things in the past, you would always get closer to me, and you always put on a face that you are not afraid. "

He Jinyi blushed at what he said, thinking that he was just young, now that he is sensible, he naturally understands that there is no such thing as ghosts in the world.Those who practice literature have a righteous spirit, and those who practice martial arts should be majestic. If a person has an upright heart, he will not be afraid of evil spirits. Like the two elders of Yunhe, he has the courage to live here for a long time.

Thinking about it, he asked curiously: "This mountain is quiet, but it can't be regarded as far away from the world. If you live in seclusion here, don't you think the world is noisy?"

But Ping Huaizhen didn't care much about it, he just had such doubts earlier, so he responded: "Jin Yi understands the principle of 'Jiang Taigong's fishing', and should understand the state of 'When the mind is calm, it is calm'."

He Jinyi nodded in a daze.

Ping Huaizhen said with a smile in his voice, "That's why I invite you sincerely, and I am somewhat sure that I can get the approval of the two."

He Jinyi believed it, and he became more cheerful when he heard it, and he felt that he was walking a little faster.

The two of them walked for about an hour before arriving at the mountainside. It was not easy to travel at night. Along the way, He Jinyi's back was hot and sweaty, and he untied his fur and hugged it on his arms.

Not long after, a small path appeared in front of my eyes. The stone road led crookedly to the depths. If I went along the road, I could see the traces of human habitation.Ping Huaizhen recalled what Zhao Keyang said, and knew that he had found the right place, so he was full of determination and refused to stop until the humble living room came into view.

He signaled the guards behind him to step back a few feet, and he and He Jinyi went forward alone, and stopped outside the entrance of the courtyard.He Jinyi knew what he was thinking, and did not disturb him, and started a long wait with him in the cold wind.

After all, in winter, if you stand still, you will feel cold all over within a short while.He Jinyi was still hot and didn't know anything. Ping Huaizhen took the fur from his hand and forced it to cover his shoulders. He heard him persuade in a low voice: "Be careful if you sweat cold and catch the wind and cold, you come with me here." Come on, I don't want you to go back sick."

He Jinyi was so hot that he frowned. It was really uncomfortable, and he didn't want to betray his kindness, so he quietly opened a gap in the fur robe to let a few strands of cool breeze in. wrapped up.

The mountain was quiet and quiet, not far away the guards sat and dozed off without making a sound.The more silent the surrounding was, the more hypnotic he felt. He Jinyi gradually felt a little drowsy. He was conscious when he was climbing the mountain just now, but now it is really difficult.

Ping Huaizhen saw it, and whispered something to him: "Jin Yi said a few words in his sleep when he was sleeping with me on the eve of his birthday."

"Huh?" He Jinyi became more energetic as expected, turned to look at him, and asked, "What did you say?"

"I can't hear what I say, but the movement of my mouth is really interesting. I must be dreaming something."

He Jinyi smiled, not feeling ashamed: "I did have a dream that night."

"Dream what?"

"I dreamed of the prince."

Ping Huaizhen twitched her eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to continue.

He Jinyi recalled for a moment, and felt that the dream seemed to have a certain meaning, and he was happy and happy: "I dreamed that you and I climbed high and looked far away, and the prince was above the peak, looking down at the mountains."

"How is Jin Yi?"

"Me?" He Jinyi did not shy away from him, and said frankly, "I am behind the prince, and I am not afraid of the cold at high places."

Rejoiced in Ping Huai's eyes, he raised his hand and moved forward.

He Jinyi was fed a familiar candy in a daze.

"Eating candy will make you warmer," Ping Huaizhen said in a soft and soft tone as if coaxing a child, "Yesterday I met Prince Chengyuan, this candy was given to me when he left, and I haven't eaten it for a long time. Let me give you an aftertaste."

He Jinyi lowered his head and smiled sullenly: "But where do you get peach blossoms to make candy in this season?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the sugar craftsman brewing the molasses." Ping Huaizhen couldn't restrain his heart, and he held his fur-covered palm without any trace, which was in response to his previous dream, and every word was a promise, "Jin Yi, if I climb high, I need you to be by my side so that we can have a panoramic view of the mountains and rivers."

With sugar in his mouth, He Jinyi looked sideways at him.

The cold moon cast a thin layer of clear light, and Ping Huaizhen's eyes at this moment could make him never forget it for the rest of his life.