Huaibi

A convoy of trains drove out from the imperial city, passed through Chengdingmen Hengjie, left Beijing from the north, and headed slowly towards Lingguang Temple.

After the coronation ceremony was over, Ping Huaizhen led Li Qingjue back to the palace, closed the door and hugged him in his arms with lingering fear, he didn't say anything for a long time, until his chest heaved and calmed down, Li Qingjue changed into a palace uniform , Eat some meals with him at will to fill your stomach.

When he left Beijing at this moment, Li Qingjue was still by his side in the carriage.

This morning, before dawn, he pretended to enter the palace. After several hours under the sun, Li Qingjue was unavoidably tired. As the carriage bumped, he closed his eyes to rest his mind. After a while, he felt warm all over his body, as he was embraced by the people around him.

Ping Huaizhen's belated sigh was close to his ears, and he couldn't help it: "How dare you be so bold."

It wasn't a question, but Li Qingjue replied: "It's so hard to come back today, how can I wait outside the palace alone."

Ping Huaizhen was speechless, remembering that when he got out of the hall and boarded the chariot early in the morning, he hadn't seen Li Qingjue's face clearly, but only recognized the hand in an instant, it was really hard to distinguish at a glance.

However, he didn't blame him at all, he couldn't be afraid of pity, he kept thinking about how long Li Qingjue stood, how long he waited, and how many risks he took in a day, and the strength of the palm around his shoulder fluctuated, Li Qingjue was really helpless, he frowned and opened his eyes.

The next moment, a short knife appeared in his eyes.

Ping Huaizhen took out from his sleeve what Jiang Chang had given him just now, and handed it to Li Qingjue: "I usually have one or two things by my side when I'm out. This knife is small and easy to carry, so keep it away."

Li Qingjue clasped his palms together and rubbed it slightly, there was still a little warmth in the sheath, and he still had some impressions of the things he had seen when he was young, and he vaguely remembered that just because he glanced a little more at that time, Ping Huaizhen was very to give him.But every now and then, the big and small babies were really soft-hearted, and he refused to accept them in a daze.

There is no need to refuse now.

This ox-bone dagger is indeed suitable for self-defense, Li Qingjue put it into his lapel, and with a groan in his throat, he closed his eyes again, and leaned on his shoulders to sleep soundly.

After traveling for about half an hour, he really fell asleep for a while during the shaking, and when he woke up, the chariots and horses had already arrived at the Lingguang Temple.

The eminent monks were welcoming them from the steps, Li Qingjue lowered the curtain of the car, stepped out of the car first, and then turned around to support each other, lowered the brim of his hat and followed behind him.

Yesterday, Lingguang Temple suddenly received a holy oath, knowing that the prince will come here to offer incense and worship Buddha on the night of his birthday. The time is tight and there is no time to make preparations. The pilgrim treats him and cleans up a quiet courtyard for him to bathe and rest.

This move was in line with Ping Huaizhen's intentions, he didn't want Lingguang Temple to make a big show, firstly, to avoid waste, and secondly, he didn't have to worry about being disturbed by others, so he also bowed to the abbot in a gentle manner, and led the people straight to the place other courtyard.

By the time everything was settled properly, it was already dusk.

When Ping Huaizhen was taking a bath, a young monk brought him a vegetarian meal, five dishes of vegetarian dishes, and a bowl of clear soup. He had never eaten so blandly for many years, but seeing that Li Qingjue took it for granted, he served two bowls of rice without waiting for him to change clothes and get out of the bath, and tasted it first. A chopsticks radish.

Bamboo doors and simple windows, wooden tables and poor food, flat bosom hair and tails follow the wet water droplets, and you are stunned at a glance.And the man sat cross-legged from the side of the low table, holding the porcelain bowl in his hand, and chatted with him in an ordinary way: "This radish can be made better than mine."

Ping Huaizhen's heart was extremely soft, he wiped his wet hair, walked forward and sat beside him, he picked up a bowl and picked up a small piece of radish like him, and asked: "You have come into the kitchen by yourself now? "

"Why, the crown prince thinks 'a gentleman stays away from the kitchen'?" He hadn't heard him speak so briskly for many years, Ping Huai's eyes glowed with warmth, and he replied, "Rong Xi Lianhua is still young, and she can't eat the greasy food outside. I just learned how to make some light side dishes, and I just know a little bit about it.”

Hearing this, Ping Huaizhen nodded, hesitating whether to speak out the thought in his heart, he lingered for a long time, and chewed a piece of radish for a long time.

Li Qingjue turned his head to look at him, his eyes were as clear as the clear well in this temple, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly said: "Since the prince doesn't dislike it, let's invite you to taste it later."

He actually guessed what he was thinking in secret.

Ping Huaizhen looked back at him in a blink of an eye, didn't answer for a while, then slowly bent his eyes and smiled.

The dinner was very enjoyable, although I only had it before leaving the palace, but I only used that one meal for the whole day, and I became hungry faster.The two of them didn't waste anything, and a few small dishes were bottomed out, and the amount was sufficient.

After the meal, Ping Huaizhen entered the Buddhist hall with a full crown, worshiped incense and made three vows devoutly.There are two things with what Emperor Hongxuan said, one is that his parents are healthy, the other is that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the third is that Li Qingjue leaves early and returns early, everything is safe.

Li Qingjue waited for him in the courtyard, the sun set against the mountain, and changed into a pure silver moon, climbing up the branches inch by inch.

The breeze is blowing, and there are bursts of low-level chanting sounds unique to temples from far and near. Washed by the deep green mountains and forests, it is like the sound of Sanskrit coming from the sky, and the sound is shocking.

In this sound, Li Qingjue inexplicably recalled many dusty past events, but his emotions were different from the previous ones. He watched the scene calmly and numbly. Since the gongs and drums started more than ten years ago, the play has not yet come to an end.

In the end, my mind was empty.

As the night deepened, at a certain time, the sound of scriptures and the wooden fish stopped together.

Not long after, footsteps came from behind.

Li Qingjue turned his head away, the cold moon was shining all over his body, his auspicious dragon robe, like snow and jade crown, was not like ordinary people.

He stood up and waited for the person to approach. The palm hanging by his side remained motionless for a while, and it was slightly cold. It was warmed in his hand for a while, and then a string of rosary beads was wrapped around it, exactly three times.

Li Qingjue looked down, the ebony rosary on his wrist was shiny, except for a little vermilion on the Buddha's head.

Ping Huaizhen took his hand and kissed it tenderly on the phalanx: "The abbot gave me this bead to ensure safety and success. I will pass it on to you. You should come back unscathed."

After hearing this, Li Qingjue didn't want to accept it. He shook his head and refused to agree: "You shouldn't give me something that keeps you safe and smooth."

As he said that he was about to take it off, Ping Huaizhen stopped it in time, took his hand and pressed it on his waist, and felt a small bag through a layer of brocade material.Li Qingjue couldn't guess what it was, raised his eyes in confusion, and heard a few words from Ping Huaizhen: "Nanzhutang Temple in Fule County."

Hearing this, I suddenly realized, and it seemed like a lifetime away.

Ping Huaizhen never took out the peace talisman, he was afraid that Li Qingjue went to get it with his mother, so that when he saw things and thought about others, he missed him, so he said softly: "The peace talisman has been with me for more than three years, I have been with you for more than three years. I want this rosary to protect you for the rest of your life."

Li Qingjue closed his eyes, pondered for a long time, nodded and said "OK".

Only in this way did Ping Huaizhen loosen his grip on his wrist, wrapping that hand again for a while to warm it up, and pulling it around the back of his waist.He immediately hugged her, resting his head on his shoulders intimately for a while, whispering some thoughts in his heart.

Neither of them mentioned the word "farewell", they felt that the time was precious in their hearts, and they didn't want the time to pass too fast, but in the end they couldn't resist the tiredness.

Li Qingjue still had to leave Beijing early the next morning. Ping Huaizhen couldn't bear to disturb his sleep, so she refused to close her eyes for a moment, lying sideways on the simple bed, taking advantage of the faint moonlight outside the window to look at his eyebrows and eyes over and over again, sometimes leaning forward. Go forward and gently touch with your lips.

The beds in the temple were clean but narrow, and the two people lying together were really crowded. Ping Huaizhen never turned over all night, and stretched out his arms near the string to embrace the person quietly.When the person in the arms woke up, the arm under Ping Huaizhen's body was already numb and sore, and he didn't feel it until he rubbed it a few times.

Li Qingjue had a good night's sleep and never felt restrained. Now that he knew the reason, he couldn't help showing distressed eyes. He ran down the meridian for him from shoulder to elbow. He wanted to ask him why he didn't know how to move his body, but he looked up and saw the tired face on that face. When he was in love, the words that came out were replaced by another sentence: "You haven't slept all night?"

That answer almost warmed his eyes: "I'm afraid it's the same as last time. If you close your eyes and open them again, you're gone."

Li Qingjue paused in the movement of his hands, and looked at Ping Huaizhen with his lips tightly pressed together, not to mention that every inch of the past was suffering.

The outside is as clean as ever, if it wasn't for the increasingly dazzling morning sun that diffused into the room, it would be hard to notice the change of day and night.

Ping Huaizhen and Li Qingjue were silent, their arms gradually regained their strength, and suddenly they heard voices outside the door, and a clear voice came through the gap and asked: "Benefactor, the meal is ready, can you bring it to the room?"

Ping Huaizhen was dumb, her throat was bitter and astringent, and she couldn't speak.

And Li Qingjue took two steps back, then turned and left at this moment.

The door opened from the inside, and the young monk outside the door was stunned for a moment at the guard with a knife under his hat, and then clasped his hands and nodded, asking "Benefactor".

"Thank you, little master, to send the fast food to the room."

Li Qingjue responded in place of Ping Huaizhen, like a monk saluting with palms together, without looking back.

Ping Huaizhen's feet seemed to be stuck in place, the palms in the sleeves were so tight that the knuckles turned white, he never chased half a step, until he could no longer hear the slightest movement in his ears, he slowly let go of his palms.

The palm of the hand was already wet with sweat, as if it was bitingly cold.