Huaibi

Today, the six princes came and went to the prince's bedroom, without half brotherhood, never said a word from the beginning to the end, they went in a mess, and were stopped before they could be discharged from the hospital.

Jiang Chang bowed and persuaded as he did when he was invited, and put forward a brocade handkerchief: "The sixth prince wipes his eyes, don't let the palace people see it as a joke, so as not to cause misunderstanding, and it will be of no benefit to the prince and you."

The sixth prince stared at him with red eyes, refused to reach out to meet him, raised his sleeve to wipe his face, turned and ran out of the courtyard.

Jiang Chang looked sideways at his panicked back, and walked back into the hall when he was out of sight. When he entered through the corridor, he pushed open the door and window, and let Xia Hui enter the room again, covering the still life with warm light. .

There was smoke rising from the ice pavilion in the hall to enjoy the cool air, Ping Huaizhen's expression turned calm, and the disgust in his eyes gradually dissipated.The filth in the ground has been swept away in the blink of an eye, and the waves in the whole room are as calm as before, as if there has never been a wave.

Ping Huaizhen dismissed the palace servants, turned his side slightly, and pulled Li Qingjue to sit beside the table.

There was still half a cup of warm tea on the table, which Ping Huaizhen drank just now, and Li Qingjue took it in his hand and drank it slowly, with no emotion on his face, only a thousand doubts in his mind, and his thoughts were extremely heavy.

He knew that Ping Huaizhen's drama was all about deterrence, but what the sixth prince did was not like a disguise.Although this child's character is evil, his scheming is floating on his face, there is nothing but fear and panic in his brows and eyes.

A thought suddenly occurred to Li Qingjue: Could it be that the assassination of the crown prince really has nothing to do with the sixth prince?But if it wasn't Concubine Yi and Liu Yin, who should it be?

Li Qingjue couldn't figure it out.

So he was not in a hurry to talk to Ping Huaizhen, he put down the teacup in his hand, and turned his eyes to look at the wound at the corner of Ping Huaizhen's eye.

"It's time to change the medicine."

Ping Huaizhen closed her eyes and nodded, grabbed his hand and put it to her lips. There was still a burst of residual heat in her palm, and she smoothed her impetuousness inch by inch.

In the evening of that day, the courtiers competed to spread the word, and the master of the Qiuhua Palace and Emperor Hongxuan begged, willing to close the door for three months and pray for the Buddha, so that the celestial phenomena will turn around and there will be no more misfortunes.

Emperor Hongxuan approved his report, but this matter fell into Ping Huaizhen's eyes, it was just a move to retreat.

The sixth prince suffered a lot of grievances and humiliation in front of him, and when he returned to Qiuhua Hall, he would complain to Concubine Yi.Concubine Yi is cruel but not dull, and she knows that it is better to take a few steps back than to confront her head on, so as not to hurt both sides, so this way of offering to Buddha can not only avoid confrontation, but also gain a good reputation for a while.

That being the case, he might as well hide his strength and bide his time, and wait for another opportunity.

As for the previous planning, I can rest assured that I will leave it to Zhao Keyang and others. He has already remonstrated with his kind words, and sat on the shore to watch.

Ping Huaizhen took a leave of absence for ten days to recuperate from his injuries, and during this ten days, Zhao Keyang made a second admonition about the compilation of Jianghu sects. ear, and hit the hearts of all the ministers, causing an uproar in the court.

There is absolutely no precedent for this move. Those who are still young in the court feel wanton and bold, not to mention the old and pedantic, they just regard this suggestion as an absurd joke, scoff at it, and disdain it in every possible way.

Zhao Keyang let the crowd whisper to each other, and waited for the holy will without changing his face. He cast his eyes on the dragon seat, and finally waited for a nod for a long time.

Emperor Hongxuan's move was as light as a breeze across the lake, but it instantly stopped the restlessness of the pond, the ripples flattened, and the water was like a mirror.

The Qianqing Palace was silent.

"The school of supervision will benefit a lot, but it is a big matter. If it is implemented, a capable minister should be in charge." Emperor Hongxuan finished speaking halfway, and then he just said it again, and let the ministers weigh their own.

After the morning break that day, Chen Zhihe and Zhao Keyang walked together, went down the stairs, had a shallow conversation, and mentioned the matter of taking up the post, which seemed to be a self-recommendation.

Two steps away, it was the people from the Ministry of Punishment who listened intently to the words clearly.

Above the imperial city, the sky is wide and the clouds are relaxing.

In the blink of an eye, the first month of the new month has passed.

When Ping Huaizhen re-entered the court to participate in politics, the supervision of Jianghu faction had already fallen into the hands of Liu Yin.

The situation in the DPRK and China is clear, and nearly half of the ministers strongly recommend Liu Yin, especially the Ministry of Punishment. Take this responsibility.

Chen Zhihe was defeated by Liu Yin's forces, for some reason, all the friends who came to join him did not support him, they recommended themselves in vain, and finally lost.

Ping Huaizhen heard the scene of that day afterwards, and felt that he was in control. Liu Yin had stepped into the game, so he gave him patience and waited for time.

The scar on the forehead gradually scabbed over.

Li Qingjue would personally change the prince's dressing six times a day, and he would never do anything to others. Seeing that Xia Yi was getting stronger, he finally calmed down a little and no longer worried about whether the sword wound would be festered or infected.However, his ferocious appearance is afraid that it will be difficult to change, because the wound is too deep, the imperial doctor also said that the prince's appearance will not be easy to return to his original appearance, and he may leave marks for a lifetime.

Ping Huaizhen didn't get hurt at any vital point, so he felt that the damage to the surface was nothing more than a trivial matter, the green hills were not destroyed, and the road ahead would be long.

But Li Qingjue was different.

Li Qingjue harbored several layers of hatred and fear, and was often lost in thought. His face was gloomy and unhappy, and his black eyes were condensed into a bottomless abyss.At the bottom of the dark abyss, there seemed to be fires, clusters, burning everything in the world, occasionally mixed with harsh and strange sounds, sometimes like screams, sometimes like thunder and hurricanes.

In the light of the fire, Li Qingjue gradually saw human faces one after another, including his former relatives and deep-rooted enemies, sadness, despair, resentment, indifference, cruelty... One face to another, flashing in front of him, waiting for him to stretch out his hand If you go, you can't keep another one, and you can't wave one away.

He collapsed to the extreme, with a hard stone stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, and he was tortured for a long time before he let out a deep gasp.

Opening his eyes in panic, it turned out to be a nightmare.

The person next to him was disturbed by him, Ping Huaizhen supported his body on his elbows, kept silent and motionless, and lay down with his gradual and gentle breathing for a while, then embraced him again, leaned closer and kissed him softly On the face, from the forehead to the corner of the lips, gently comfort.

Li Qingjue closed his eyes and said nothing, his fingers trembled imperceptibly, and after a long time, he called out "Ping Huaizhen" seemingly.

I have never heard him call his name like this before, and at this moment, the weak breath sound fell into the ear corridor without warning, which made Ping Huaizhen have mixed feelings, the clearest feeling being regret.

Ping Huai was an inch away from him, looking at him in the dark night with the clear light outside the corridor, rubbing his palms on his neck, then hugging him again, maybe not enough force, wishing to embed him into the bone...

Beijing coincides with July [-]th.

After daybreak, Ping Huaizhen used the excuse of going to the Zhao Mansion to discuss matters with his uncle, and stayed outside the palace all day, thinking nothing but bringing Li Qingjuan out of the oppressive besieged city.

Although they don't care about festive seasons, Beijingers always have a market to go to every Qiqiao, so they stayed until dusk, Ping Huaizhen and Li Qingjue set out from Zhao's mansion, abandoning their carriages and walking into the noisy crowd.

The people on the long street are full of voices, and when they reach the bustling place, they join hands one after another. The season is hot, and the pedestrians will be covered with sweat in a short while.

Normally, Ping Huaizhen would not like such a crowded phenomenon, but now it is special, he knows that Li Qingjue's heart has never warmed up for a moment since his family passed away, so this trip brought him to the night market, even if it only made his ears twitch It's good to make your eyes warm.

The two of them unknowingly walked across the long street to the riverside. The water flowing across the Chengrou River is clear and gentle. There are several peach blossom lanterns floating on the river surface, dotted with stars and connected together, making the whole river like a floating brocade rippling with the wind. , the glazed lights flicker, dazzling the viewers.

Li Qingjue looked sideways at the river view, his expression slightly relaxed.

Feeling relieved, Ping Huaizhen stood quietly with him, and after a while he raised his hand, pointing to the child who was squatting on his back, and asked: "Is that Prince Chengyuan's son?" The little figure from the back looked very familiar, it was Pingxiya Wubu.

Just looking at it, the child in the words has stood up, clasped his hands and made a wish, and a lantern in front of him is floating in the distance with the wind.

The two walked a few steps forward without making a sound, and stood behind him waiting for him to make a wish.After a while, Ping Xiya turned around, seeing the prince was surprised at first, and then smiled pleasantly with him, and only called "Brother" after a few honorifics.

Ping Huaizhen saw that he was still wearing a white black robe with a collar, because he was still worthy of filial piety as a prince.

Such an attire was incompatible with that warm smile, Ping Huaizhen took him by the hand, and together with Li Qingjue led him to a place where there were few people, the others didn't ask any questions, and only said dotingly: "Recently, I have grown a lot taller."

Ping Xiya smiled and bent his eyes: "You have to grow taller faster to protect the mother and concubine."

Not far away, there were three or two people waiting to stare at this side without blinking. Ping Huaizhen raised his eyes and saw that he was the person who took care of the prince in the palace, so he was relieved and asked: "Is the princess with you?" Shall we walk along this long street together?"

As soon as this question came out, the bright smile on Pingxi Cliff's face faded away, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"The mother and concubine are depressed every day, and rarely leave the house."

The child's honesty made Ping Huaizhen frown.

Li Qingjue was watching from the side, and the two faces, one big and one small, had the same expression, and they were shocked to find that they were very similar.

Several girls exclaimed from the riverside, it was the sudden night wind that knocked over several delicate lanterns.

Ping Xiya glared, and hurried back to the river to put his feet on his feet, trying to find the lamp he had just put down.Fortunately, the lanterns are unique. There are a few dancing paper butterflies stuck to the peach petals. They are colorful and more delicate than others, so you can find them at a glance.

The lantern was unharmed, and the child breathed a sigh of relief.

Ping Huaizhen didn't ask what kind of wish was on it, it would make him so concerned, he just touched his head, not thinking that the next moment Pingxi Ya would take the initiative to tell him: "This lamp will burn until dawn, I can make a wish The mother and concubine live a long life!"

Ping Huaizhen was moved when he heard it, and nodded back to him: "I will definitely get what I want." Then he couldn't help but fell into deep thought, his eyes fell on Pingxiya, thinking that he was still in filial piety, although he was wearing filial piety to pay tribute to his father, but God There is no trace of sadness on the face, it is really hard to make people feel the affection between father and son.

On the contrary, the princess, Ping Huaizhen once presumed that she and Chengyuan Wang were not in harmony, how could she know that she was in a hurry at the funeral a month ago, and saw that the princess's face was extremely haggard, her eyes were as silent as dead gray, her former beauty was no longer there, and there was indeed a mourning Husband's pain envelops the whole body...

Ping Huaizhen became more and more confused.

As the sky turned dark, the Pingxi Cliff lanterns were put away, and the two of them sent him back home.

The Qingqing River is not far from the palace, but there are two streets and alleys, one long and one short.

The cool moon hangs on the hook, and the stars are dotted with curtains. When walking on the way, Ping Huaizhen couldn't hold it back. Without thinking about it, he asked the question in his heart: "King Chengyuan is gone, are you sad?"

After finishing the words, I felt regretful, and was surprised at how rude it was.

But Pingxiya didn't seem to feel abrupt when he heard the words, looked up at him, didn't smile like at that time, and replied a little more restrainedly: "It should be sad, since then I won't have a father. But My mouth is sad, but my heart is not sad, I don’t miss or feel sad, and I feel more at ease than before.”

Ping Huaizhen stopped immediately, squeezed his hand tightly, surprised in his eyes, and warned in a low voice: "Don't tell the outside world."

"Brother Prince asked, I was willing to say."

Fortunately, the people behind Pingxiya were still a few feet away, and there were so many voices around, it seemed that no one listened to his words.Ping Huaizhen didn't expect to get such an answer out of confusion, so he squatted down and asked him softly, "Why do you feel at ease?"

Ping Xiya followed his lead and lowered his voice: "Father is always fierce, he often looks at me with cold eyes, and he is not good to mother and concubine, I don't like it."

"Is it bad for the princess?"

"Not good," Ping Xiya shook his head, telling the truth, "every time the father quarreled with the mother concubine, he would lock the mother concubine in the room and order many guards to guard the yard, even I was not allowed to see it."

Full of surprise, Ping Huaizhen turned her head to look at Li Qingjue.

After a while, he patted Pingxiya's shoulders lightly, his eyes were serious, and he warned twice: "What you said today must not be interpreted by others, can you write it down?"

"Well, I've made a note." Ping Xiya tilted his head and smiled, "Brother Prince, I don't talk nonsense, I'm only willing to talk if you ask."

Ping Huaizhen was very surprised: "Why?"

"Mother Concubine wants me to believe in you, respect you, and treat you well." Ping Xiya grabbed a small strand of his hair playfully, wrapped his soft fingers around it intimately, and his immature childish words startled the pond, "Mother Concubine Dao, apart from her, the prince brother should be the most important person to me."

In the sky and on the ground, in the streets and alleys, there is a sudden silence.