Huaibi

Ping Huaizhen never imagined that the words "Lovely" and "Qingjue" at that time have now turned into scars on his body, which cannot be removed or wiped off in this life, and will eventually be between him and He Jinyi, accompanying him every day, Tormented from time to time.

And the He Jinyi of the past is indeed gone, even though he searched and searched for it, only Li Qingjue was left.

On the day of He's execution, Li Qingjue did not go.

The sun is shining in the sky, and it is an extremely beautiful sky.

The busy city was crowded with people, and many idlers came to watch this earth-shaking change. They all sighed with each other, and talked to each other about the beautiful He family in the eyes of Beijingers in the past. Sending off, the entrance is carved cockles and clams, delicious food, dressed in beautiful crowns and beautiful clothes, brocade clothes and embroidered jackets.

But in the end, it's not like nodding head to head, and accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger.

It's better to be an ordinary person.

At noon, the ground was covered with bright lights, illuminating the endless blood flow under the execution ground.

Li Qingjue raised his head in the corridor, the sun was shining brightly in his eyes, and he looked at the blue sky with half-unblinking eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of blood-like color, and he refused to lower his head after staring for a long time, until his eyes were suddenly covered by palms.

The eyelashes were slightly touched by the palm, and he was itchy and closed his eyes, and everything was dark in an instant, but there was still a burning pain in the eyelids, which made him have a splitting headache.

Afraid that he would hurt his eyes, Ping Huaizhen slowly led him back into the room before letting go.

Beside him is a tallow tree with a hollowed-out window, and a few fragrant pears. Although it is such an elegant residence, Li Qingjue has never asked where he is, only knowing that he is not in the palace.Thinking about it, it is not difficult to guess, the prince has been out of the palace for a long time, if there is no suspicion, this place should be the residence of the prince's Taibao Zhao Keyang.

But it doesn't matter where you are, Li Qingjue only feels a emptiness in his heart, his former ambitions are hard to find, and now he only has family memories in his mind.Parents, brothers and sisters-in-law can be accused of treason and crime, but what is wrong with the fetus in the womb of his ignorant little sister and elder sister-in-law?

This question is difficult to answer, Li Qingjue is in a desperate situation and has no way out.

The whip wounds all over his body are gradually healed, and he no longer suffers from pain on weekdays, and even walking a few steps occasionally does not feel strenuous.It's just that the pain of the body is easy to forget, but the sores in the heart are hard to heal.

Ping Huaizhen knew the reason, and looked sideways at the dark welt on Li Qingjue's neck, raised his hand to stroke it gently and slowly, his fingertips felt rough to the touch, especially the ferocious appearance of that day, which made his heart flood with guilt .

Always relatively silent.

Towards sunset, there was a cool breeze in Beijing.

In the twilight, the light and shadow were mottled, and several coughs came from the Fengyi Hall in the palace.Yan Tong leaned over to the window and closed it. The slanting light outside the hall seemed warm, but it couldn't stop the cold spring in this season.

The queen had a headache again, her heart was filled with fire, she hurt her body after being startled and cold, and felt more and more uncomfortable.

The whole hall was filled with a strong smell of medicine, the servant girl brought the medicine into the room, Yan Tong closed the window and turned around, took the silver bowl and sent it to the Queen, seeing her eyes closed, she called twice very softly: "Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."

The queen slowly opened her eyes, and glanced at the palace servants standing quietly with lowered eyebrows beside the curtain, and moved her fingers.Yantong understood, turned around and sent the person away, then listened to the queen's question: "The prince has not returned to the palace yet?"

Yan Tong shook his head.

The queen frowned when she saw it, took the silver bowl and drank the soup and medicine. She drank too fast at this moment, and coughed a few times in embarrassment.Yan Tong hurriedly patted her back, wiped the corners of her lips with a brocade handkerchief, and heard her ask again: "What did brother say?"

There are palace people walking in the courtyard from time to time, Yan Tong has scruples in his heart, he leans back and retreats outside the hall to disperse the people one by one, and returns to the hall to answer in a low voice: "My lord Zhao's intention is to fulfill the prince's wish and make people live well." Keep it. Now that the He family is gone, the crown prince has been severely injured, if he loses He Jinyi again, he may suffer from heart disease."

"It's also reasonable," the queen chewed on what she said carefully. This accident happened suddenly, and the six princes were even more arrogant. As far as the prince is concerned, the He family has been broken. One wing feather should also be kept well, "Then He Bingrong is really pedantic and ineffective. If it is according to what I said...well, the matter has come to this point, so I don't need to mention it. I am only afraid that the prince will leave the palace every day and be criticized by others."

"My servant understands that this servant will definitely tell Master Zhao about the empress' concerns."

The queen nodded, closed her eyes and stopped talking about this matter.

The cool wind blows again outside, knocking on the window rails slightly, the deep twilight shines into the room, and the night lights will be on or off.

What was said in the Palace of Fengyi spread to the Zhao Mansion outside the palace late that night, and Ping Huaizhen was urged to return to the palace, and he knew in his heart that what he had done was wrong.

At this juncture, several pairs of eyes from inside to outside are staring at him tightly, the prince has lost his left arm and right arm, since there are people who are too busy to watch his jokes, if he gets burned again, he will not be the only one who will be harmed.

Although he understands it very well, he absolutely cannot let go of others.

Li Qingjue lay sideways on the bed, facing the wall and closed his eyes, knowing that he was not asleep, he sat beside him silently for a while, before leaving, he leaned over and kissed the welt on his neck.

Li Qingjue heard him go far away, but still lay motionless, opened his eyes without sleepiness for a while, and woke up all night facing the night that was as thick as ink.

Ping Huaizhen has been away for several days and has not come back. If there is anything to say or anything, Zhao Keyang will forward it to you.

People in the world are very forgetful. The place where the execution was carried out in the downtown area was washed away by the water. Gradually, no trace of the tragic scene can be found. Gradually, no one mentions the He family anymore. Duan, it seems that such a thing has never happened in this world.

Unconsciously, spring enters the apricot moon.

This day and night, Li Qingjue was already about to fall asleep, when suddenly there were voices in the courtyard.The footsteps got closer and closer, he thought it was Ping Huaizhen who came, but he stopped in front of the door and called out to him only to realize that it was Zhao Keyang.

Zhao Keyang gave him a veil, took him out of the courtyard at night, made two detours from the mansion, and went out through the west side door.Waiting outside was a crimson carriage, simple and unremarkable, unattractive, Li Qingjue stepped on it, turned around and saw that Zhao Keyang had returned to his residence, the door was closed and there was no sound.

He opened the car curtain and entered, and before he could sit still, a person approached and carefully protected him.

The curtains and curtains were all lowered without leaving any gaps. Under the dim light, Li Qingjue vaguely saw Qing Pinghuai's eyebrows and eyes, and didn't care where he was going, but at that moment he really let go of his guard. The shallow appearance was revealed.

In the silent night, the sound of cries was clear and disturbing, and when they left the city gate after a long while, the horse-drawn carriage was rolling on the yellow mud official road, and the sound became much quieter.

When passing by the city gate just now, the driver negotiated with the city guard, Li Qingjue heard the voice familiar, and when the moonlight was not clear when he wanted to pedal, he didn't realize that this person was Jiang Chang.

The capital is closed at three o'clock every day at Xu time. In order to avoid talking, Jiang Chang is not allowed to show the token in the palace.That is full of tact, but it is indeed the appearance of being buried in the palace and getting used to it.

Li Qingjue listened to his low voice, and inadvertently remembered that day a month ago, Jiang Chang gritted his teeth and asked him in prison: "What do you want the prince to do?"

Li Qingjue shook his fingers.

The next moment, Ping Huaizhen wrapped his palm tightly, clasped his fingers together and silently comforted him.

Li Qingjue brushed away the random thoughts in his head, closed his eyes and did not think deeply.

The frame left the capital and moved forward again, staggering all the way for about half an hour.He has not had a good night's sleep in the past few days, and he felt tired in this warm room as he swayed and swayed, leaning on Ping's arms and leaning on his shoulders, until he was woken up by a short neigh.

Ping Huaizhen helped him get out of the car, and the place where he landed was a quiet farmyard, where elms were planted all over the yard, with green leaves hanging all over the ground, flowers and leaves blooming in competition, the branches looming under the pale moon, thin clouds like smoke, Surrounded by it.

Li Qingjue watched intently, living alone in a room for nearly twenty years, after the He family's accident, he was trapped in the square courtyard of the Zhao Mansion, not wanting to get out, he had already forgotten that there was such a scene in the world.

This Linxi small village is remote but quiet, and the homes and courtyards are in harmony with each other, forming a beautiful scene. Li Qingjue looked sideways, and suddenly heard the sound of a baby crying at night.Immediately, the cry became more and more unstoppable, some child lost his temper, but the sound was weak, as if congenitally deficient, it was pitiful.

Li Qingjue came back to his senses, and looked around in confusion.

Ping Huaizhen led him to the hut in the courtyard, just a person came from the inside, and bowed to salute after two steps away, Ping Huaizhen hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said in a low voice: "Master Chen, there is no need to be polite, there is no need to be polite here. Others, there is no distinction between monarchs and ministers."

The person in front of him raised his head, and Li Qingjue said "Master Chen" in surprise.

This person was Chen Zhihe, seeing his surprised face, he didn't rush to explain, and directly led the two of them inward.Li Qingjue then entered the room, and saw a couple sitting around the couch coaxing a baby boy and changing the clean wrapping cloth for him.The baby boy was very small, he looked less than a month old, his little face lacked some blood, but he was crying because he wet his cotton pants.

Li Qingjue's heart was beating like a drum, and he looked at the child closely, and Chen Zhihe sighed and said to him behind him: "My lord He is very kind to me, I once said that this life will be repaid by the spring, and the clinker will trick people, just say it." There is no chance anymore...Fortunately, this son is still destined to live in this world, Mr. He also escaped the catastrophe of life and death, the road ahead will be long, Mr. Wan Wang is kind and cherishes himself."

Li Qingjue brushed his finger across the baby boy's face, and the soft teardrops wet the fingertips, like soft fluff.

"This child...is he an orphan of a dead brother?" His voice trembled, he could hardly speak clearly, he just raised his head and looked at Chen Zhihe, seeing him nodding his head, his eyes were instantly moist and the corners of his eyes were red.

"The deceased is gone, Mr. He is mourning and resigned." Chen Zhihe couldn't bear it, and comforted him, and said, "This son may as well be fostered here. These two are relatives of Mrs. Jing. They are kind and tolerant. Mr. He can deliver them with peace of mind." .”

The husband and wife nodded quickly when they heard the words, smiled and said to him: "I have had no son for many years, so I will regard this son as my own, but please let me know the name."

Li Qingjue's throat was choked up, and he stared at the child with foggy eyes, and it took him a long time to speak.

"My elder brother once said that no matter his son or daughter, he would be given the word 'Ning'. I only hope that he will live a happy life and be happy in this life... The character is 'Rui' in his generation, so he will be called 'Rui Ning'," his eyes were full of luck. Finally got three points of expression, and said gratefully, "As for the surname... since the two of you regard him as your own, you will follow the surname."

Dao Ba took two steps back, bent over and knelt down, and made a deep obeisance.

Chen Zhihe was too late to help him, but he heard him lower his head and said in a trembling voice: "Everyone is so kind, I will remember it for the rest of my life, and my nephew... I will entrust it to you."