Huaibi

The state banquet was about to end, Jiang Chang came back in a hurry to invite He Jinyi, Dao Shangshu ordered He Bingrong to look for him everywhere, but he was still waiting at the banquet to return home together.

Ping Huaizhen finally tore the thin layer of paper on the window, unable to control herself, she hugged He Jinyi and whispered, but the lamps in the hall did not light up again.He Jinyi had forgotten the time in a daze, and was not startled until he heard Jiang Chang's questioning voice outside the corridor, realized that it was late at night, and left in a hurry.

In Ping Huaizhen's eyes, He Jinyi, who was in a hurry, seemed to be in a hurry to escape.

Jiang often sent people into the palace to wait on him, blaming the palace servants in Xu'an Palace for being lazy, maybe they didn't know when the crown prince returned to the palace to rest, and they didn't even know to light the palace lanterns.After saying those words, my heart paused suddenly, and I felt a little bit of a strange feeling—how could the crown prince and He Xiaoye have been together in this drowsy hall for so long, and they never called anyone else?

Jiang Chang kept in mind He Jinyi's warm face just now, and he didn't dare to think deeply.

Ping Huaizhen rested in a good mood.

In the spring of each year, the palace is always very busy.

After the crown prince's birthday, all the administrations in the palace did not have a moment's respite, so they made intensive preparations for the anniversary of the late emperor's death.

In the 20th year of Hongxuan, the first emperor Zhangguang traveled to the immortals for [-] years. Emperor Hongxuan commemorated the memorial and held a great ceremony.Ping Huaizhen personally went to various supervisory divisions to supervise important tasks, and did not forget to spare his spare time to draw a picture of the Yinshou celebration for the late emperor with sincerity.

Now that the crown prince is in a stable position, the princes of all the palaces will learn from everything that Xu'an Palace does. They do not seek to please the emperor, but only hope that there is no merit or demerit, so that they will not make mistakes in this important ceremony and accept guilt. be punished.

It is said that the prince intends to paint a picture of the gods and beasts himself, and all kinds of top-quality inks are sent to the palace one after another. Long, each according to his own ability.

In order to avoid noise, the Xu'an Palace was cleared this afternoon, only a few palace servants were left to serve, and all other people were forbidden to enter or leave the courtyard.A long table in the room is placed horizontally in the center, and a roll of clean white rice paper about eight feet long is spread on it. Ping Huai, half-covering the window rail, stands beside the table, his eyes quietly falling on the paper, as if thinking about it. From where to write.

He Jinyi beside him took a half step forward, probing his fingers for comparison, and a virtual stroke brushed past like clouds and flowing water, then turned his head and smiled at the people behind him, waiting for his comment.

"Okay," Ping Huaizhen didn't know whether he thought it was good or not, so he embraced him from the side, "Fan Jinyi thinks well, you have the whole ancient myth in your eyes, a piece of white rice paper, others Look at everything is empty, but you can see something different."

He Jinyi was stunned when he heard this, his ears turned red suddenly, and he looked at him in surprise, thinking that Ping Huaizhen's mouth had never been so cunning, no matter how eloquent it was before.Thinking about it, he shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled and didn't answer.

Ping Huaizhen saw that he was silent and didn't know how to restrain himself, and he refused to take back the hand on his waist, but dipped the pen in the ink with his free right hand, and traced the first ink mark along the shape shown by He Jinyi just now.He Jinyi picked up the sleeves for him, and his movements were in tacit understanding without interference.

It's just a painting, and it's a vivid and charming color, which corresponds to the warm spring in March.

On the east side of Xu'an Hall, in the Wencui Hall separated by the palace walls, the sixth prince, Ping Huaihao, was absent-mindedly wandering around with a book in his hands, looking at the direction of the Prince's bedroom, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Not long after, a palace official bowed into the hall and whispered in his ear for a while, Ping Huaihao's eyes lit up when he heard it, he put down his scroll and fled out while resting, and slipped to the west side door of Wencui Hall with the palace attendant place.

Two palace servants from Xu'an Palace passed by outside, and they were rushing back with the book Bulu that the prince pointed out to be looking for.The leader who is very familiar is Jiang Chang, with a tense look, tilting his head to urge the people behind: "Hold the book carefully, if something goes wrong with the book, we will see how you explain it to the prince!"

The man at the back seemed to be outgoing, so he was not nervous about being reprimanded, and even boldly asked: "Eunuch Jiang, you said the prince is looking for these ancient albums, what kind of treasure is he looking for?"

"You know this?" Jiang Chang pretended to be mysterious, and let out a little color because he knew Ping Huaizhen's thoughts, "The one that our prince wants to paint is an ancient mythical beast. At first, the prince thought about painting a white tiger... White tiger, you know Well, 'the tiger is white, and the onyx body is like snow', that kind of style is worthy of the prestige of the former emperor! Alas, what a pity..."

"What's the pity?"

Jiang Chang sighed deeply, stopped and told him in a low voice: "It's a pity that the prince has never been good at drawing tigers. Tigers are rare in his paintings, so to avoid being clumsy, we have to settle for the second best and paint other things."

"I see."

"As I said today, if you dare to go out and talk nonsense, you and I will lose our heads." Jiang Chang put away the chat and gave him a look, "Hurry up and leave!"

The little eunuch hurriedly followed: "Hey! Eunuch Jiang, don't worry, the villains are all rotting in your stomach."

The two gradually drifted away, Ping Huaihao, who was hiding behind the side door, heard everything clearly, and his mind was already very active.

He didn't have any impression of the so-called Western White Tiger, an ancient mythical beast. He had seen it once or twice in a picture album. Its majestic and domineering posture showed the royal heroism with it. It was indeed wonderful.

Now that the sky is beautiful, Ping Huaizhen came up with such a good idea, but it is difficult to realize it because of his poor painting skills. Isn't that good opportunity sent to him for nothing?

Ping Huaihao knew that he was only ten years old, and his immature age could be used as a fig leaf. Even if the white tiger he painted was not five points as exquisite as the prince's painting, he would definitely be able to get his father's sincere and filial admiration.What's more, he was good at painting since he was a child. Although his writing and thinking were not outstanding, his painting skills could always compare with those of his elder brothers who were three or two years older.As long as he seriously paints a picture, then no matter which one of the beasts the prince draws, he will be able to complement each other with a white tiger.

The more Ping Huaihao thought about it, the more joyful he became, and he immediately told the palace servants beside him to find the album for him, to prepare the colored ink, and to keep this secret to the death.

The palace servants took orders to leave, and Jiang Chang on the other side had already brought people back to Xu'an Hall.

Footsteps came from outside the door, Ping Huaizhen loosened the hand that had been around He Jinyi's waist, and called people in.

Jiang Changxing took a few steps towards him and said, "Prince, everything has been done as you said."

"Have you listened to him?"

"I'm listening. The slave didn't speak until he caught a glimpse of the sixth prince. If the prince is worried, the slave will send someone to investigate later."

"En." Ping Huaizhen nodded, and called him to come to receive the reward, and also rewarded another young eunuch, which is intriguing, "Both of you should be rewarded, but after this matter, what should be said, what should be said It’s not appropriate to say it, I must have been with me for so long, and I should understand it better than anyone else.”

"Your servant understands, the prince can rest assured." Jiang Chang knew Ping Huaizhen well, and knew that this was not meant for himself, so he deliberately responded, so that he could teach the young lady beside him to listen to him, "The prince's people will always treat the prince. Be loyal."

Ping Huaizhen nodded in satisfaction, and then sent people back.

The hall became quiet again, and the ink bones on the paper had begun to take shape, as if a giant dragon was flying.

He Jinyi took the hair brush from Ping Huaizhen's hand, ran down the coccyx, and added the magical brush in an inadvertent place.The only few monotonous ink colors are revived by this stroke, and the dragon tail is full of momentum.

Ping Huaizhen covered He Jinyi's hand: "I'm willing to bow down."

He Jinyi laughed lowly, then stopped writing and asked: "I was thinking just now, what should I do if the sixth prince does the opposite?"

"Leave it alone," Ping Huaizhen had thought about it a long time ago, and replied indifferently, "There is no such thing as good or bad, and people call for themselves. The ancient four-dimensional beasts, Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger, and Xuanwu, to Xiaoliu, except for the white tiger, any Any one of them can complement and bring out the best in my paintings. But I believe he will choose the white tiger because of his preconceived ideas. After hearing Jiang Chang’s words, in his mind, there is probably nothing better than the white tiger. It's gone."

He Jinyi agreed with what he said, and nodded: "The sixth prince is not a contented person, and he would not be willing to choose the same beast as you. Thinking about it this way, the white tiger is indeed an inevitable choice."

The tone is flat, but there is a bit of planning and determination, Ping Huaizhen loves to see his demeanor at this time - others look arrogant and unapproachable, like a god far away in the sky, but in his own eyes, he is soft like clouds , clear but not cold, no front and no thorns.

Ping Huaizhen couldn't bear it for a while, she tilted her head and kissed his brow.

He Jinyi had no choice but to hide his embarrassment, pretending to be calm, staring at the rice paper and not speaking anymore since the two of them confessed their feelings.This time, Ping Huaizhen refused to take his eyes away, looked at him for a long time, and then hugged him tenderly, but fortunately, his hands were always respectful, only supporting his waist, and did not move a single bit rashly.

After all, He Jinyi was young, so he still felt ashamed, but he didn't want to avoid him no matter what, so he could only cover his ears and close his eyes.Only Ping Huaizhen is more precocious, thinking of the person in his arms falling into a dream every night, his mind is full of unspeakable images, so he has to resist the impulsive blood of the young man, and wait a little longer day.

Waiting for the day when He Jinyi can finally be like him, one body and mind, one will know the joy.