Huaibi

"There are strange peaks in the south of the border, unlike the vast plains in the northern region, which are endless. Walking through it, there are always jagged and strange rocks surrounded, and you don't know where you are. No wonder there is an old saying that it is difficult to go to the blue sky.

Yesterday, when I stepped into the Yushan area at dusk, Mr. Zhao responded to others, and now I have settled down, so don't worry about it.The journey here lasted more than [-] days, and there was indeed a reason for the long delay. It was because a baby was suddenly born on the way, and I named it Lianhua.I heard that Lianhua's family is broken, and I really can't bear to ignore it, but the bandits and bandits live here and there, and the way of heaven is out of order.

The prince is facing the court, and if he meets the opportunity, he will look forward to admonishing the emperor.

Since I left Beijing, I have not shown my face to others for a long time, and I feel very comfortable.

Everything is good, thinking alone, full of meaning.

I don't know the date of return, and the treacherous clouds in Beijing have not dispersed. The prince cherishes himself very much. I miss this very much. "

I miss this very much.

Ping Huaizhen read it silently over and over again for more than three moments, through a piece of exquisite letter, one could faintly see the person under the lamp, with clear features and handsome eyes, and lightly spoke to him stroke by stroke.

The tone of the words was more free and easy than before, and in an instant, Ping Huaizhen no longer cared about it, thinking that what Jiang Chang said was correct, Li Qingjue was not used to being in the palace long ago.

In the past, it was He Jinyi who was here safely, but now it should be Li Qingjue who is in the mountains and rivers.

That's fine too...

Ping Huaizhen felt a little careless, so he read it again, his eyes fell on a section of the letter, knowing that Li Qingjue had adopted a son beside him, he was surprised and mixed with a lot of feelings in his heart.He pondered on the word "Lianhua" for a while, then slowly relaxed his brows after some consideration, but Rongrong was most relieved, after all, it was better to be alone than to be alone.

The letter from thousands of miles away relieves the lovesickness and calms the uneasy heart.

Half of the night wind sneaked into the room, and the candles swayed slowly, reflecting the hollowed-out carvings outside the envelope on the rice paper.Ping Huai lost his eyesight, carefully put away the letter, and grinded the ink with his own hands to reply a letter.

The inkstone was filled with thick and thick ink, and the fragrance entered his nostrils, but he hadn't seen the pen for a long time, and he seemed to be close to his hometown, so he didn't know where to start.

Ping Huaizhen didn't know that Li Qingjue was actually the same.

Today's letter is not the first one.

Li Qingjue wrote several times on and off at night on the way, but he was not satisfied with any of them. He felt a thousand words and couldn't express the sorrow in his heart. It was not until he finally settled down in Yushan and wrote again, that he felt that "very much" is enough.

Since then, the two have communicated exclusively by letter.

Autumn is gradually approaching, the sound of insects in the courtyard of Xu'an Palace is much softer, and the silhouettes of people in the room are burned through the windows, and they often have long nights of sleepless nights...

In the twinkling of an eye, the morning will come and go, and a few months will pass.

The master of the Qiuhua Palace in the palace, Rusu, reappeared in front of everyone after his full month.

Concubine Yi made offerings to the Buddha behind closed doors in the hall, accompanied by rosary beads. When she saw her again, her face was very calm, without any trace of arrogance from the past, as if she really read out the heart of a bodhisattva.

As the capital is entering thick autumn, Concubine Yi put on a thick windbreaker early, and went to the Fengyi Hall diligently after returning from the face of the saint, thinking that the door was closed for three months, and the wind outside the window never leaked.

The hall of Fengyi lingered for a long time with a bitter medicinal smell, and the scars on the empress's face were deep and shallow. Now the soup and medicine are hard to break, even the veil is hard to break.

Concubine Yi showed concern, and apologized first: "The concubine has been closed for the past few months. During this period, I was shocked to hear that the empress was infected with smallpox. She was extremely worried, but she couldn't help her even if she could do anything. She could only pray to the Buddha for protection day and night. ...Fortunately, the stubborn illness of the empress is cured now, she is an auspicious person, and she will have great blessings in the future."

The new incense on the table is burning, light and thin smoke is spun out from the inside, the smell is peculiar, it is because of adding a few poisonous herbs to the spices.Yan Tong closed the lid of the exquisite copper furnace, secretly glanced sideways at Concubine Yi, and sneered in surprise, mocking this person who had lived in the palace for more than ten years, and could turn a cat into a mouse.

The empress heard the pretentiousness, she frowned slightly, and said something thought-provoking: "It must be Concubine Yi who recites Buddha's name well."

Concubine Yi only pretended to be innocent and smiled gently.

The maid behind her came forward with the brocade box in her hands, leaning down and raising her arms.

"My concubine's health has been greatly hurt by the thought of this illness. The concubine can do nothing but express his heart. I searched around in the Qiuhua Palace, but this box of Codonopsis ginseng is the only thing around me. It is the concubine's father's friend. The place where it comes from, the Tao has become a refined ginseng, which can nourish qi and blood, and help the empress become more healthy."

"Then I will thank Concubine Yi." The queen did not refuse, and motioned Yantong to accept.

Concubine Yi sent the gift out, she was embarrassed internally and externally, knowing that she was not a guest to be seen in Fengyi Palace, she got up to leave after not sitting for a long time.

The queen pretended to hold back a few words, and let her back down. When she reached the bead curtain, she said with a smile: "Concubine Yi should take care of her body. She is wearing such a thick robe before the beginning of winter. Could it be that she is weak and weak?" The sign of cold? The sixth prince is young, and Concubine Yi should take care of her just for him."

The palace maid was about to put the wind robe on her shoulders, when she heard this, she stopped, lowered her eyebrows and hugged the robe, and stepped back half a step.

Concubine Yi stood quietly by the curtain, her slender white jade fingers lightly supported the glazed sliding beads, the Empress looked faintly from the couch by the window, but saw that the red hairpins on her temples were luxurious and delicate, she didn't know what the expression on her face was, it took a while to see She turned around, calm as before, smiled slightly and thanked her, "Thank you for your kindness, my concubine will keep it in mind."

After saying that, he left with his maidservant, and after leaving the palace gate, the gentle smile finally turned into autumn frost.

The queen in the room loosened her veil slowly, still with a mocking sneer on her lips, she took the decoction in her hand from Yan Tong and drank it, the bitter medicine was already numb, knowing that this medicine would be with her for the rest of her life, so why not take it bitterly .

"The ginseng just now, throw it into the charcoal basin and burn it." The queen's eyes looked disgusted, thinking about what Concubine Yi said just now, she felt ridiculous, maybe it's not that the ginseng has become fine, but someone in the palace has already done something wrong.

However, the crisis suddenly broke out in the abdomen. She was plagued by illness before, and because Concubine Yi closed the door and chanted scriptures, she was temporarily relaxed.

What is important today is not to destroy the ambitions of others, but to enhance one's own prestige.

Ping Huaizhen had lost the He family at the beginning of the year, so what is the identity of He Bingrong? He originally had an important place in the court, and the fellow branch behind him secretly occupied half of the court. No one expected that he would step on the dragon scale and die Miles.Once He Bingrong left, most of the power of Shang Shuling's faction would have been lost. If it wasn't for the queen's support from the harem, some courtiers would definitely turn against them, and it would not be absurd for the sixth prince to win the heirloom at that time.

Now the prince's party is still not divided, one is because of the queen, and the other is because of the prince himself.

And the second is heavier.

The empress was very sober, she knew very well that she didn't know how long she would last with this body, whether she was destined to witness the crown prince's ascension to the throne with her own eyes, so the most urgent task was to reinsert Ping Huaizhen's wings, so that the broken wing bones could be reinserted one by one. Connect again, and finally hold the power of the world firmly in his hands.

It is a good thing that the current position of Minister of the Book has been vacant for a long time. It is better to have no one in charge, and it must not be obtained by Liu Yin, who is the most eager to move among the six books.

The queen felt a slight headache and closed her eyes.

Yan Tong stepped forward to rub her brain acupoints lightly, thinking that the cold wind entered the room and made the queen feel cold, she tilted her head and signaled the servants to close the window.

There was a slight movement, the queen opened her eyes, her eyes wandered between the smoke and smoke on the table, her thoughts seemed to be ethereal and hazy, she called out "Yantong" for a long time, and then dismissed the palace servants, In the quiet room, he asked in a low voice: "Do you remember that when the He family was still alive, He Jinyi seemed to be engaged..."

Yan Tong nodded: "There is such a thing."

"with who?"

"Daughter of Duke Rong Wei Fengzheng."

"If that's the case," the queen immediately sneered, "it's no wonder that he's not as public as he used to be. I'm afraid that someone will know that he, Wei Fengzheng, once had a good relationship with the criminal minister."

Wei Fengzheng is really familiar with being a queen. She has seen him for several years and knows that he has always been cunning and sophisticated, only seeking profit, and even He Bingrong's deep friendship with him has always puzzled her.But this is all side talk, it doesn't matter right now, although she doesn't think much of this person's character, but Wei Fengzheng made Weng Zhizheng third rank, and his connections in the court are by no means weak, how could he allow him to leave his family alone.

"Do you know how old the daughter of the Wei family is?"

"Your servant doesn't know either." Yan Tong shook his head, frowned and thought for a while, "But when I heard that she and He Jinyi were engaged, she seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, and I think she should be more than twelve now... Empress, don't worry, the slaves will continue to inquire."

The queen nodded slightly: "You just ask, if you are under the age, you can stay for another two years."

"My lady means..."

"No matter how much I look down on his heart, I will never let the sixth prince take the initiative." The queen slowly brushed away the hand that was pressed on her forehead carefully, and sighed, "The prince is no longer young, We should get married, so I will advise the emperor on a certain date, you might as well make the marriage agreement first, and when the crown prince reaches the crown, the daughter of the Wei family will also be of full age."

Yantong understood, retracted his hand and stepped aside, saluted and walked out of the hall, knowing the queen's decision, there was no reason to delay, and went to search for one or two in time.

She still remembered that two years ago the empress had intended to make a concubine for the prince, but at that time the prince was ignorant and seemed to be completely resistant, a few perfunctory words made the empress helpless and let him let it go.

It's very different now.

At this point in the situation, the empress would no longer ask the prince for a few words. From then on, he could not choose to set up a concubine, but if he obtained an imperial order, it would be the emperor's order.

It's a pity for the fate of the heavenly family, she has followed the queen for many years and still hasn't seen clearly...

There was a biting autumn wind outside, and there was a burst of biting cold, and the palace servants in the courtyard entered the room one after another, leaving the courtyard empty and silent.

The people of Xu'an Palace are also closing the doors and closing the windows, changing a new thick quilt for the prince, watching the autumn and winter coming year after year, the end of spring and the solstice of summer, the sun and the moon never rest.

Ping Huaizhen came back from the Zhao Mansion outside the palace, and returned to the warm inner palace from the cold wind. Immediately, a maid came forward to bring hot tea to warm her body.Clearly dry and thirsty, but he just took half a sip and put it down. He wrote a letter at the desk, telling Li Qingjue that the weather is suddenly cold, so don't forget to add clothes to protect against the cold.

Full of heart, only this one.