Huaibi

Those who take risks in this world, if they are not desperate and poor, then they must be extremely crazy people with bone-destroying hatred in their hearts, so they are willing to ignore the cost and do not ask about the way out.

Ping Huaizhen didn't know that the people behind the sixth prince hated him so far.

But after thinking about it deeply, it is inevitable to become suspicious, thinking that Xiaoliu is the prince, if the prince is assassinated, he will inevitably get away with right and wrong.Liu Yin used to make many schemes and was very cautious in every step, wanting to use the emperor's hand to pull him down, why is it that the gain outweighs the loss if he makes such a risky move today?

Ping Huaizhen is really hard to guess, he never thought about it at that time, maybe there are other people trying to take his life.

A storm passed by, and the bloodstains in the palace were wiped away by the maids, but the doors and windows were all broken, and the night was getting deeper, so it would be difficult to repair for a while.

Ping Huaizhen moved to the side hall to rest, after the noise, the night became more quiet, fresh wounds on the face stopped the blood gurgling, after some cleaning and applying medicine, it seemed that it was not so infiltrating at all.But the wound was so deep that the bones were visible, the blade was half an inch off when he moved the sword, the cut was extremely ferocious, and it may be difficult to restore its original appearance.

Li Qingjue stared at that spot without blinking, and couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly in the darkness. There was a lot of oppression around him, as if a black mist enveloped him.

The assassination of the crown prince was by no means a trivial matter, Emperor Hongxuan came to take a look after hearing the news, when Fang was sitting in the hall, Li Qingjue had already been hidden in the side hall by Ping Huaizhen.Although he has changed his appearance, he is very different from the past, but Ping Huaizhen dare not take any risks, even half-eyed, he does not want to make Emperor Hongxuan pay more attention to him.

Li Qingjue was alone in the room, the palace lanterns were not lit, and the surroundings were deadly silent.Suddenly he felt a deep sense of terror, his whole body was cold and stiff, and he thought over and over again of the scene just now, he was afraid that the sword hit the lifeblood of Ping Huaizhen's throat.If so, then from now on...

That's no more.

There is no home in the world today, and my nephew has found a home.

The king lives and I live, and the king dies and I die.

Li Qingjue closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, slowly looking for Ping Huaizhen's face, gently stroked his chin, and put his palm on the side of his cheek, carefully avoiding the wound.

Ping Huaizhen stretched out his arms to grab him close, tightened his arms, and suddenly said the words that he had endured for many days: "It's okay if you cry or make a fuss... I know you feel uncomfortable, these days I haven't seen you smile for half a time, do I have to live like this for the rest of my life?"

Li Qingjue couldn't respond, and buried himself in his neck in a dazed silence for a long time, with warm and strong palms behind him, as if they were not tight enough, he hugged him with all his strength, strangling his chest until his chest was suffocated and unbearable.

After such a long time, Ping Huaizhen's neck was wet.

Li Qingjue grabbed his hair with his fingers, as if he could hold him firmly, and whispered dryly: "Don't let anything happen to you again."

But just a few words.

Ping Huaizhen nodded, lowered her head and kissed the top of his hair, she didn't tell him that the sword wound on her face made her feel much better.The whip wounds all over Li Qingjue's body were disappearing day by day, but he regretted that the pain in his heart hadn't diminished at all. It was only now that he was suffering with him, and the pain was so painful that he could pass it.

There was a buzzing of insects outside the hall, and in early summer, it was inevitable that the two would sweat a little while embracing each other.Li Qingjue was reluctant to let go for a long time, she didn't know when she stopped crying, and fell into a deep sleep exhausted and exhausted.

Ping Huaizhen was a few inches away, and the wet marks on his neck were caught in the wind, and he immediately caught a icy cold.He stayed in the bed alone and cleaned himself up. He went back to the bed and picked up a wet handkerchief to wipe Li Qingjue's face lightly. Then he sat quietly for a long time, secretly reviewing what happened tonight.

After the group of black-clothed men committed suicide, their face coverings were torn off one after another, none of them had familiar faces, and what was even more strange was that they all had the same totem painted on their wrists, giving them a strong sense of quackery.

However, after thinking about it, Ping Huaizhen couldn't believe that these assassins were really people from the Jianghu. The reason why they played tricks was undoubtedly a vain attempt to assassinate him under the name of Jianghu, so that they could take advantage of the chaos in Beijing to clear the truth. main suspect.

However, there has been no enmity between the imperial court and the rivers and lakes for decades, and the assassin's entry into the palace is not for money, and there is a lack of a valid reason.As for the reason, it is not yet known what the plan of the fraudster is.

Presumably, the next day, someone will tell the reason to the people of Beijing.

Ping Huaizhen didn't bother to think too much, she took Li Qingjue back into her arms on her bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke up, just as he expected, due to strange rumors in Beijing, a certain sect in the world was extremely evil, and wanted to take the blood of the prince's sun to refine the elixir, so as to promote the success of the evil.

Ping Huaizhen heard these words from Zhao Keyang's mouth, she laughed immediately, she had expected the absurdity, but she didn't want it to be so absurd, the person who wanted to take his life in the dark could even make up such an excuse.

However, it seems absurd, but in fact it is really clever. The crown prince's birth date is from the horoscope to the yang, and he is the heir of the heir. When it is said that his blood has a spirit, the world really doesn't believe it.In addition, the Qintian Supervisor calculated that the quasi-royal family should have a bloody disaster, as evidenced by the two sides, wouldn't it be difficult to tell the truth from the false?

I just feel sorry for that innocent little faction, who suffered the wrath of the emperor for no reason, and was wiped out by the imperial army overnight, and took the blame for this conspiracy.

Ping Huaizhen was thoughtful, poured a cup of tea from the pot, reached out and pushed it to Zhao Keyang's hand, and stopped mentioning such meaningless things, and said: "Recently, I thought about it and thought that if I want to hurt Xiaoliu, I can't stay." Liu Yin is in Beijing. He colluded with Concubine Yi's front hall and rear palace, and it is impossible to guard against it, so it is better to separate them and break them one by one."

Zhao Keyang held the teacup in his palm and rubbed it: "The prince has plans?"

This question made Ping Huaizhen ponder for a long time, as if he was concerned about Li Qingjue, he nodded his head for a while and replied: "What I did in the past was like scratching the boots, it can only hurt Xiao Liuyi for a while, and it is impossible to stop the pain. My original wish was just to save my life Ascending to the Dragon Throne, if he can be rewarded, it’s okay to spare his life... But now he caused me to lose He family, I must avenge this revenge, and I have to pay back with my life.”

Li Qingjue, who was seated beside him, clenched his fingers tightly when he heard his last sentence.

"If you want to shoot again, it will be a fatal blow."

Zhao Keyang understood, knowing that Ping Huaizhen wanted to go a long way, and he was not in a hurry to win or lose.And just as he said, Liu Yin is now familiar with Marquis Wuyang, and the roads of the six princes can be said to be in Liu Yin's hands. Only by driving Liu Yin away from the capital can he break his veins.

This plan cannot be achieved overnight, the road is long and obstructed, and it still needs to be carried with a heavy load.

The tea smoke curled up, Zhao Keyang closed his eyes and nodded, planning carefully with his appearance.

It was getting deeper day and night, and there was a heavy rain in the middle of Beijing. It was just like the pouring in summer. It was rumbling and accompanied by thunder, as if it wanted to shatter the sky.There were bursts of thunder and lightning, and the heavy rain that fell from the sky washed away the tragic scene of the day. The long streets and alleys were as new as if they had never been stained with the blood of people in the rivers and lakes.

The assassination of the prince has been revealed for the time being. It rained that night, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the astrology was difficult to see.It is difficult to find any signs in the Qin Tianjian, but when Emperor Hongxuan's disaster of blood and light has appeared, the doom has already been revealed, but unexpectedly, there is another danger outside the imperial city.

King Chengyuan died suddenly on the bed, and his death was extremely horrific. The dagger on his chest was poisoned, so that his seven orifices bled, and his lips were black.

The princess walked out of the dormitory tremblingly, her legs were trembling and weak, she walked a few steps and fell into the muddy rain.Tangli ran over with an umbrella, but failed to lift her up after a few attempts, and fell to the ground together with her, completely messed up.

A servant came not far away, the princess was speechless, and it took a while before she broke down and yelled: "Quick... pass the imperial doctor, hurry up!"

Changes in the palace shocked the imperial city, and doctors from the Imperial Hospital came in the rain.

It was only half a stick of incense, and the sky was dimmed. Emperor Hongxuan came to the palace in person, and sat quietly in the hall with his eyes closed.All the imperial physicians were exhausted, they all knelt down in front of the emperor, not daring to move an inch, just listening to the ear-piercing rain and holding their breath, waiting to be dealt with.

Emperor Hongxuan opened his eyes, but asked two words: "How?"

The imperial doctor tremblingly said: "Please forgive me, the prince's poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, and his heart and arteries are all damaged. I will be powerless to recover..."

The following words came to an abrupt end, and the whole room was dead silent.

Emperor Hongxuan sat silently for a long time, and Princess Chengyuan was also in the hall. She was in a mess and hadn't washed up. She turned her head slightly and looked dully at the rain outside the window.

There was a lot of rain and thunder, but no one said a word.

Emperor Hongxuan closed his eyes, covered the corner of the tea table with his palm, covered the area under his palm with sweat, at some point he relaxed, opened his eyes and got up.

The imperial doctor then trembled, not daring to vent his breath, he kept his eyes down on the ground, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Daoming yellow clothes as he passed by and walked out of the hall.Emperor Hongxuan's footsteps were stagnant at the threshold, without turning his head: "Chengyuan... is my younger brother."

All the imperial physicians were frightened out of their wits, not to mention the black gauze hat on their heads, fearing that they might lose their heads, they bent their backs even lower in panic, until Emperor Hongxuan flung his sleeves away and still dared not get up for a long time.

Another thunderbolt exploded in the sky, the corners of Wang Hao's lips trembled upwards, she seemed to be laughing and crying, as if thousands of needles were pricking her heart... Only she knew that what Emperor Hongxuan said just now was just for her Listen alone.

Emperor Hongxuan was no stranger to the dagger on King Chengyuan's chest, and he knew the whole story at a glance.At that time, the lamp beside the bed was warm, and he stared at the engraving on the handle for a moment, but he didn't reveal half a word after that, he only secretly pressed the crime of the princess in his heart.

The poison was indeed smeared on the upper blade by Princess Chengyuan herself. When the knife stabbed down, the sound of flesh and bones cracking seemed to be clearly audible, and countless hatreds were concentrated in one blow.

She has long had the will to die, and she is willing to pay for the crime of murdering her husband with her life. She clearly intends to do this, why did Emperor Hongxuan not blame him at all?

She doesn't know when to be happy or sad.

Happiness is that the loving king is really affectionate and cannot bear her death. The king of a country actually shields her as a vicious woman; sadness is sadness that from now on the relationship will be cut off. Cut off, after this matter is over, Emperor Hongxuan will never remember her in his heart like before.

But she doesn't regret it.She wants King Chengyuan to die, otherwise Ping Huaizhen will never have peace.

The so-called visions in the sky and turmoil in the Jianghu are all due to King Chengyuan's deliberate calculations. He wanted to take advantage of the occasion when other officials entered Beijing to disrupt the imperial city and mutilate the prince to vent his personal anger.Conspiracy is one thing, and there are two. Chengyuan King missed this time, and there is no guarantee that he will not make another dangerous move in the future.

The perpetrator was close at hand, and the princess was in a state of uncertainty. Before she could recover, she dug out the poison that had been hidden for many years from the bottom of the cabinet...

The imperial physician in the hall was still kneeling by herself, Princess Chengyuan stood up on the chair with the rest of her strength, and took two wobbled steps out.Tangli stepped forward to support her, and stopped talking to the people in the room, and walked with her under the rain curtain with an umbrella.

Princess Chengyuan returned to the dormitory out of her mind, and in the corridor outside the room, there was a small figure standing far away.Her heart tightened, she hurried forward to meet him, and slowly squatted down beside the child.

The youngest son, Ping Xiya, looked at her with a frown, stretched out his hand to touch her temples that were wet with mud and rain, and brushed off the dirt on her face with his palm. The courage he found at such a young age was comforting and cautious. Ask: "What's the matter, mother-in-law?"

Princess Chengyuan's eyes turned sour, tears streamed down her face, and she hugged him tightly.

Pingxiya patted her back, as if being coaxed when she was sick, she said one sentence at a time: "Mother and concubine don't be afraid, the baby is here."

Princess Chengyuan's heart was pierced by a knife, she cried and laughed again.

Fortunately... her two children are safe and sound, and she is not afraid of the price to get this.

In this life, this life is for the parent and child, as long as the two of them live in peace, she will have no regrets for the rest of her life.