Huaibi

At this time, there was an urgent sound of footsteps on the pavilion. Li Qingjue and others were stepping on the creaking stairway. Following the sound, he looked up and saw a woman holding a baby in her arms in a daze at the entrance of the stairs. He said anxiously: "This child suddenly developed a body heat..."

Li Qingjue then frowned, and the man before him took half a step forward, reaching out his hand to caress the baby's face amidst the woman's stunned expression. diagnosis.

At this time, the sky will be dark, there are few traditional Chinese medicine clinics in such a small town, and after finding two of them one after another, they will all close their doors. Li Qingjue walked around Sanwu Street, and finally found a small restaurant that was still full of candles. Hui, hurriedly took the child into the library to find a doctor for diagnosis and treatment.

The middle-aged couple ran with him all the way, and only had time to breathe when the child was finally handed over to the doctor. At that time, the vest was already covered with a layer of sweat, and although Li Qingjue was born with little sweat, half of his cheeks were flushed, and he had no time to relax. Zi Gu Zhong's eyes were always on the child, and he untied his frivolous collar with his hands, caring for him as if he were his own son and nephew.

The man's heart softened, knowing that it was not wrong to give him the son.

The child's body fever came on suddenly and dissipated quickly. The doctor felt that he was still young, and the soup and medicine hadn't even been prepared halfway, so he only gave him a heat-dispelling clear dew, and told Li Qingjue to wipe his body with warm water in the cool of the night, and then put the medicine on his body. Apply the dew on the forehead and neck.

Li Qingjue followed suit one by one, and the couple left the child by his side when they set off the next day.

The child's fever was gone, and his eyes lit up and stared at him in a blink of an eye. His peach blossom eyes were as dark as black wood, as bright as morning stars, and he was born with good looks.

Li Qingjue looked at him for a long time, asking himself if he had selfish intentions.

He took pity on this child and his nephew, so he felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to ignore it. It's a personal affair for you to work for you.

Concerns are true, expectations are not false, such a balance, how can it be said to be selfless?

For Ping Huaizhen, he does have selfish intentions.

Gently wiping her soft petite body with a warm handkerchief in her hand, Li Qingjue stayed up all night, sleeping and waking up with the child on the couch, waking up and sleeping again, thinking about it from time to time in the pure and clear eyes and the childish babbling sound piercing the heart. Half understanding, slowly wrapping the child's small fist, said in a low voice: "I don't know your name, but in the past and this experience in the world, you should take pity on Hua Nian, and you will never lose it."

The word Lianhua was used as a new name.

The child opened his mouth and blinked as if he was listening very carefully.

Li Qingjue lowered his head and kissed that fist lightly.

For the sake of his son, Li Qingjue stopped galloping fast, bought carriages and things, stayed for two more days when it rained, and then headed south slowly.

During the two days, Lianhua's health gradually improved, and she followed Li Qingjue without crying or fussing. Occasionally, when the carriage bumped uncomfortably, she pursed her lips and groaned twice, and it was fine when Li Qingjue held her in her arms and coaxed her.

In a few days, Li Qingjue passed through villages and towns to rest, and finally had time to write a letter to the Zhao Mansion in central Beijing. In the letter, he did not deliberately mention the matter of his adopted son Lianhua, but only elaborated on the gossip that he had heard that day.According to what the merchant said, if the west of Yushan Mountain is really hard to walk and inaccessible, it is worth exploring. If you can find a clean place in the mountain, you will have no worries about performing troops in the future.

Li Qingjue decided to go to Yushan, and the letters entered Beijing after a long time.

The letter was read word by word in Zhao Keyang's hands, and it finally calmed his mind a little. He hasn't heard from him for a long time, and he was afraid that something might happen to Li Qingjue on the way, so he was finally at ease when the news came back.

Zhao Keyang immediately sent someone to wait near Yushan Mountain, waiting for the response, and wrote back to inform Mingming of the detailed arrangement.When the payment was about to be signed, Dao Ping Huaizhen was worried and worried all day long. After teaching Li Qingjuan to settle down properly, Prince Chen Xin said that he was all right.

Li Qingjue poured out the word "Prince" full of sorrow for parting, and the pain of lovesickness entrusted to his adopted son for several days was suddenly endless. The pain made his breathing stagnant, and the pain was even more piercing.

I think that since he first met the prince when he was five years old, he has met the prince almost every day for more than ten years, and he has been with him all the time. Even his parents, brothers and sisters are not as close as this.

And people who are born in the same body are cut off at both ends like this.

The moon was full and round at night, and Li Qingjue sat quietly under the tree in the courtyard. The shadows of the tree were sparse, and the brilliance was mottled. In this dark scene, it seems that thousands of palms are stretched ferociously, covering the sky and the sun.

He closes his eyes and opens them again, looking down, the child in his arms is nestled safely in his chest, he is already asleep at the moment, but he is the only one who has nothing to worry about, his life has been so rough, but he has no worries because of ignorance.

Li Qingjue gently carried him back to his room, carefully sent him back to the soft bed, then picked up the plain hair band and slightly gathered up the black hair covering his back, turned on the wick behind the table alone, picked up the pen and moistened the ink, and his thoughts spread out.

"Prince, it's late at night."

The bell rang heavily, and the hour was coming.

Li Qingjue didn't know that the people in the palace hadn't fallen asleep yet. Although Ping Huaizhen had washed and washed early, he felt that the brocade mattress and soft pillow were burning his back day after day, and he kept tossing and turning. He got up and went to this corridor to stand silently for an hour.

The night watchmen did not dare to bother him, and they were afraid that the prince would be covered with only clothes and be cooled by the night wind, so they had to quietly invite Jiang Chang here.Jiang Chang came to the corridor, saw this scene and knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he went into the hall silently and took his coat and put it on the prince's shoulders. export.

Ping Huaizhen's eyes staring at the full moon were sore and swollen with exhaustion, and he was still unwilling to move his eyes. At this time, Wen Sheng slowly clenched his sleeves and fists, and suddenly asked hoarsely: "If you were you, would you be willing to leave without saying goodbye?"

Jiang Changjuan didn't dare to respond, and lowered his eyebrows, thinking that Ping Huaizhen should not point to the answer.Sure enough, after a while, he said to himself again: "Qingjue is used to staying in the capital, so I'm afraid that going to the south will make me uncomfortable."

Only then did Jiang Chang raise his eyes.

Walking through the corridor, there was a gust of wind, blowing the outer shirt a few inches, Ping Huaizhen raised his hand, holding the skirt of the skirt, suddenly saw the little eunuch kneeling beside him, and boldly said: "My humble opinion, I thought Mr. Li... ...I'm not used to being in the capital."

Ping Huai's eyes tightened.

Jiang Chang knew that he had broken the rules, but recalled what Li Qingjue had told him before he left Beijing, and he gritted his teeth and continued: "Master Li misses the prince from the bottom of his heart, not because he is used to being in Beijing, but because he is used to being in the capital." On the side of the prince...a year ago, Master Li was still trapped in the palace because he was the prince, but now he is leaving with pain, and he is also the prince. The slaves don't understand, but they understand what position Master Li puts you in, since Just parting for a moment, the prince should keep everything as it was yesterday, don't let treacherous people take advantage of loopholes, let alone let Master Li waste all his efforts."

Ping Huaizhen was extremely surprised by what he said, and couldn't help but stare at the low-lying body for a long time, and finally reprimanded the word "presumptuous" seemingly calmly.

Jiang Chang knew that he was presumptuous, but what he just said was from the bottom of his heart, so he had to say it.

That Ye Ping Huaizhen was in a low mood and sat alone in the imperial garden pavilion for a long time, refusing to return to the palace. Jiang Chang couldn't find him everywhere, so he had to turn to Li Qingjue for help in desperation.

Li Qingjue looked clearly, as if he knew where he was, went out of the hall to greet him, walked a few steps and suddenly turned back, and said a few words to Jiang Chang.

"You have followed the prince for more than ten years, and you are the prince's confidant. You should be loyal to the prince at any time, and you will not betray him until death.

"I know that you are cowardly by nature, but I have also seen you sacrifice your life for the Lord, so I know that you are not lacking in ambition and courage. The days are long, and you must always remember this breath.

"The prince is also a mortal, and there are times when he is in a downturn. You should be vigilant when you are close to him. Although your words are harsh, you must not be timid and fearful. Only when the prince does not forget the great cause in his heart can others have no chance machine."

Jiang Chang had never seen such a sharp look in Li Qingjue's eyes since the He family questioned him, and he was stunned for a moment, staring blankly, forgetting to nod or shake his head.

Li Qingjue asked again seriously: "Do you understand what I said today?"

Only then did he nod his head: "The servant understands..."

Li Qingjue frowned: "Do you really understand?"

Jiang Chang nodded his head desperately: "I really understand! Don't worry, Mr. Li, this slave will never have any second thoughts about the prince, and he will never hesitate to die!"

The words and sentences spoken in the dark night, Jiang Chang did understand bit by bit, but he couldn't predict why Li Qingjue said these words suddenly, until he left without saying goodbye the next day.

Even at this moment, no matter how presumptuous he is, Jiang Chang will definitely persuade the prince, not to make Mr. Li feel disappointed.

The surrounding air was stagnant and gloomy, and in the silence, only the "presumptuous" sound just now was still swaying in the ear corridor.

Ping Huaizhen slowly reached out to help him up.

Jiang Chang's eyes became hot, and Xie Li got up.

Not long after, before I could say another word, I was surprised to hear that there was a commotion outside the gate of the palace. Three or two palace maids ran into the courtyard, lost all their manners, and fell to their knees: "Prince, the empress is critically ill... Your empress is critically ill!"

All of a sudden, I heard a loud bang in my head, Ping Huai walked out with an arrow, without bothering to tie up her hair to play with the ceremony, she quickly put on her outer clothes and walked towards the Hall of Fengyi.