Huaibi

The carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion, and Ping Huaizhen drove in after landing. Behind him, Jiang Chang left the carriage outside and waited for the servants in the mansion to lead him away. He trotted under the umbrella but couldn't keep up with the prince. As the brocade material soaks in, the vermilion becomes thicker, bit by bit, forming into pieces one after another.

Finally, Jiang Chang followed after the rain in the corridor, heaved a sigh of relief and still propped up the umbrella, leaning slightly outward to prevent the prince's sleeves from being wet by the spring rain and wind.

"You go to the side room to rest. You don't have to guard day and night, and you don't have to call tomorrow morning."

Entering the courtyard, Ping Huaizhen waved his hand, Jiang Changyu heard what he meant, he didn't want to go back to the palace all day, he said "嗻" in a low voice, and went straight to the door to see him go in, and went to see him again. He closed the door carefully with his hands, and then retreated into the side room, waiting for a day of leisure.

The door slammed softly, and Li Qingjue raised his eyes when he heard it indoors. He was reading a book by the window, but the sunny day outside was gradually dissipating due to the drizzle. After a long time, he only felt his eyes were tired. It was not until this distraction that he realized that the light was dim The reason.

Li Qingjue put down the scroll and got up from the window couch. As soon as his feet stepped on the shoes, the half-fallen embroidered bamboo curtain suddenly swayed lightly, and a person walked past.

The drowsiness on Ping Huaizhen's face faded away in that instant, and he stepped forward to half-squat down to dress Li Qingjue, so that he was momentarily stunned and forgot to refuse, and only vaguely recalled the past in his mind, as if the scene he was in had suddenly changed. ... At that time, it was still in Nanyuan of He Mansion a few years ago, when He Jinyi woke up, he saw the person in front of him by his side.

The dignified prince bowed to put on his shoes and socks for him, and even grabbed his feet to prevent him from hiding, and said indecent words with a deep smile: "I've kissed this place before, why hide?"

Li Qingjue's heart shook violently, and his body trembled slightly.

However, slight movement also caught my eye, Ping Huaizhen squeezed that arm when he was caught in the cold, but felt that the clothes covering his body were light and thin, and it was worth wearing so little in early spring, so he couldn't help but say Two sentences: "It's still early in the season, and it's inevitable that you'll be prone to wind and cold when you're dressed like this and resting by the window. I know that you have been in good health since you were young, and you rarely suffer from illnesses and pains, but you shouldn't be so unloving to yourself."

The old things hanging in Li Qingjue's mind slowly dissipated, and the indistinct look in his eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye. He shook his head and said in relief: "I woke up in the morning and felt warm, and I was fascinated by reading. I didn't realize that it was raining outside. .”

"Well," Ping Huaizhen nodded in response, got up and walked out of the curtain, and after a while came back with a thick shirt to cover him, pretending to be unintentional, "If I don't know how to take good care of myself, how can I feel at ease before letting him go?" you go."

The tone was light and light, Li Qingjue was surprised when he heard it, he didn't know how to speak, but Ping Huaizhen took the initiative to say it, but he didn't know how much distress and reluctance he had endured with just this one sentence.

Unable to figure out how to respond, Li Qingjue was silent for a long while helplessly, the messy hair behind her was stroked by Ping Huaizhen's hand a few times, and it hung like a waterfall again.

His black hair covered his eyebrows, and his starry eyes reflected his thin lips. After a long time, Li Qingjue was more heroic than before.

Ping Huaizhen stared at him intently here, and Li Qingjue's eyes were on his face, seeing that those eyes were clearly shining on him, after a while, his eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to caress the uneven scar in the corner of his eyes. He stroked the scar on his heart several times with his fingertips, and then went down to touch his clothes.

"It's raining, let's change."

"No, it's just a drizzle."

"Cool bones in the spring rain, if you don't be more cautious, you will easily suffer from dampness and pain in the future." Li Qingjue had something in his words, imitating his previous appearance, seemingly unintentionally, "The prince is so careless, how can I go again with peace of mind?"

Ping Huaizhen clutched his shoulders and palms in a daze, tightening his grip even more.

Li Qingjue was inadvertently pinched, causing a dull pain in the bones of his hands, but he never frowned, but no matter what he did, he finally confessed his intentions to him.

"A few days later, I will be with you and the crown, and I will return to Yushan Mountain in the south."

Ping Huaizhen asked without leaving any room: "How long will I have to wait this time? Two years? Three years? Five years?"

If possible, if Li Qingjue doesn't come back, he can go there in person, even if he only sees him once every year, it's comforting.It's a pity that the road is rough, and it takes more than ten days to go back and forth. As a prince, you can't leave for such a long time, and you can't leave for such a long time when you are in the mountains of swords and seas of fire.

The only thing he can do is to pretend that Li Qingjue has never existed before, let alone the matter of the southern Tibetan soldiers, and spend his days in the palace in peace and tranquility, so that no one will cast suspicion on Li Qingjue hiding place.

Li Qingjue didn't reply for a long time, and when he listened to the question, there was a sense of hesitation in his eyes that couldn't be restrained, and the expression on his face was much fresher after the long absence of pain.

Seeing it in his eyes, Ping Huaizhen knew that he was in a difficult situation, and understood that Li Qingjue had been away for several years entirely for his own sake, so he couldn't help feeling a little bit regretful before he blurted out impulsively, and didn't ask any more questions, just held his hand and walked away. The shoulders were taken off, and the eyes were lowered and rested on the forehead silently, with thousands of nostalgia.

Not long after, a sound fell into my ears.

"At this time of year, I come back."

Ping Huaizhen opened his eyes and raised his head, his eyes filled with joy.

Li Qingjue looked at him with eyebrows drawn down, withdrew his hand from that palm, slowly reached his waist to loosen his clothes, and finally made him change into a slightly moist sweater.

I was out in the rain before, and it took only a few steps. In fact, not many clothes were wet by the rain. After walking in the room for a long time, it was almost half dry.However, Ping Huaizhen didn't refuse any more, watching Li Qingjue find a loose robe from the inner room cabinet and wrap it around her outside, her whole body was warmed up by bursts.

He read this concern for too long.

There are so many palace people around him who have been watching him day after day for many years, they are very secretive, afraid of being neglected, but when they are cold, hungry, and tired, Ping Huaizhen only wants to hear Li Qingjue ask if he is okay.

This voice is not only in the dream.

"Okay, at this time of the year, I'll be waiting for you in Beijing."

Ping Huaizhen let go of the sorrow of parting that came too early, and still have a few days to accompany her, so she might as well indulge in it and cherish the time of day and night.

The sound of the rain outside was getting louder, and the spring breeze blew into the window frame with dew, which wet the volume of random talk that Li Qingjue had just put aside.Seeing this, Ping Huaizhen leaned over and closed the wooden window, took the book in his hand and wiped it, looked down, it was a little-known "Floating World Record", it was written by no one.

A long time ago, Li Qingjue didn't like to read such books, all he read was the quintessential Chinese studies, and he didn't have the slightest interest in such Jianghu prose, discussing its "hypocrisy or not".

Now holding a volume and not putting it down, it can be seen that it has really changed a lot.

Ping Huaizhen flipped through the letter, and asked casually: "What is this book about?"

Li Qingjue felt that this question puzzled him, thought for a moment and replied: "Talk about human nature." When the words fell, Ping Huaizhen looked at him sideways, and then explained, "Everything may not be true, but the feelings are not false. I used to think this The things recorded in the general book are extremely exaggerated and fictional, and you have to go and see it with your own eyes now to know it is true."

"How to say?"

Ping Huaizhen sat down on the couch near the window and stretched out his hand to him.

Li Qingjue then sat down beside him, took back the scroll from his hand, flipped out a page at random, and pointed to the word "Zhang's" on it.

"As stated in this article, Zhang's orphan has no relatives since he was a child. His biological father and mother were killed by bandits. When he had no one to live with, he was adopted by a good man."

The story has turned a page.

"The benevolent man later took in an orphan Li Shi. Li's life experience is unknown, and he was still floating with the wooden basin and the water when he was a baby. The benevolent man couldn't bear it, so he raised the two sons together. After many years, the two sons became adults. They are as close as brothers. Zhuo Qun will eventually become the double sage of martial arts."

Ping Huaizhen couldn't help but feel that what Li Qingjue said was correct, indeed extremely exaggerated, but at the vague moment, he always felt a little familiar in the matter.He thought for a long time before showing surprise: "You once said in your letter that Lianhua's parents were killed by bandits."

"Indeed," Li Qingjue nodded, and briefly recalled, "I adopted Lianhua for nearly half a year and got Rong Xi again. When I first met Rong Xi, he was abandoned at the foot of Mount Yu. Perhaps he was counting on the passing merchants to take him Pick it up and take it away. However, robbers in Shannan are rampant, traders who come and go would rather stay away from the nearby place and seek farther places, instead of passing by here for more than ten days in vain, and there are few pedestrians in a day."

"In this way, Rong Xi and you are also destined."

"Pity Hua Rongxi, very much like the brothers in this book, who have always been like brothers, smart and sensible." Li Qingjue mentioned that his adopted son should be happy, but he couldn't help feeling ashamed, closed his eyes and said, "But I am not a good person."

"If you were not a good person, Rong Xi would have froze to death in Yushan."

Ping Huaizhen understood him best, and didn't want him to think about it any longer, took off his shoes and lay down on the window couch, as if he accidentally took out a book and put it under his head.

As expected, Li Qingjue was distracted, looking sideways at his blue shadow and tired face, his voice softened a bit: "Did you rest well last night?"

Ping Huaizhen moved in, leaving a leeway for him, and when he lay down, he stretched out his arms to hug him tightly and replied, "I haven't had a good rest for the past two or three years."

After the words fell silent, Li Qingjue closed his eyes and put his palm on his back, and patted him slowly.

I didn't sleep all night yesterday. After getting up, I tried my best to participate in the morning court. I went to Fengyi Hall to say hello. I was obviously very sleepy, and I couldn't fall asleep. I held Li Qingjue in my arms like a bottle of warm jade. The eyes are afraid of being disturbed, the eyes are closed for fear of losing, the heart is afraid, and worrying about gains and losses.

Li Qingjue caressed his back with slightly cool palms, and it was burning hot even through the heavy clothes. Ping Huaizhen was replaying every word he uttered a moment ago, accompanied by the sound of wind and rain outside the window, lightly lowered his head, and kissed the hair between.