Huaibi

The two were relatively silent, and the whole hall was dull and silent for a long time, and it was not until Jiang Chang returned from delivering the letter that the sound of the bead curtain broke the ice-like stagnation.

Here, Ping Huaizhen was thinking deeply, as if he had gone through the past ten years of acquaintance with Li Qingjue from beginning to end, from the yellow-mouthed child to the elegant boy, and now the appearance of this man who is indomitable, all are accompanied by wind and rain, life and death not leave.

He looked at Zhao Keyang, he had never heard of Li Qingjue's name, but he could clearly see the clarity of insight in those eyes, he simply threw away all his grievances, and said frankly and sincerely: "Exactly."

Zhao Keyang closed his eyes.

"It's not different from what my uncle thinks, I have that person in my heart."

Jiang Chang stopped by the curtain, feeling that the atmosphere was different, and quietly stood aside without moving a step.

Zhao Keyang kept the word "ridiculous" in his mouth, endured it for a moment and replaced it with another two words: "Confused."

"It's true that I'm not confused," Ping Huaizhen smiled, and having confessed frankly, he simply explained to him firmly, "I'm not a naive child, and I will never miss the relationship of more than ten years. Uncle, nephew never I never asked you, but this is the only matter, please don't interfere with uncle."

Zhao Keyang felt suffocated in his chest, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, but at the same time, it was like a revelation, and all doubts were cleared up at this moment.

Why Ping Huaizhen desperately wanted to protect Li Qingjue, why there were so many beauties in the palace but he didn't get close to women for a long time, and why the two of them were more intimate than brothers...but there was only one answer.

But the heir of a country, how can he not get married, how can he have no offspring.

Zhao Keyang thought hard for a long time, as if his whole body fell into the icy river ditch, even if he struggled to climb out, he couldn't get rid of the wet and uncomfortable body.For a moment he fell into a dead end, and a thought flashed in his mind that he and the queen had been working hard for so many years, but now it seems that he is working hard for whom.

There is no blood relationship at first, but the family relationship exists. When it comes to whether there will be successors in the country, Zhao Keyang is even more afraid that the new king will be criticized by the world in the future, and the rest of his life will be miserable for the rest of his life, just making wedding dresses for others.

So Zhao Keyang couldn't let go of it, but he was familiar with Ping Huai's temperament, and knew that persuasion was useless, so he had to settle for the second best, looking for a solution that would satisfy both.

"I don't want to interfere." After a while, he opened his eyes helplessly and said, "It doesn't matter if the prince has anyone in his heart, but as the heir, he should get married as soon as possible."

Ping Huaizhen shook his head: "Uncle don't have to worry about this matter."

"you……"

"In this life, I have to fight for the crown prince and the imperial power. Whether I am comfortable or not is not for me to choose, but who to love and protect whom must be chosen by me."

Zhao Keyang was speechless again, the sadness and anger in the depths of his eyes fluctuated layer by layer, and finally rolled into a wild wave, after the turbulence passed, it was as quiet as stagnant water.

We broke up that day.

The two could not be persuaded by each other, and the discussion reached an unresolved deadlock.

Jiang Chang stood in the hall and listened to the whole conversation. When Zhao Keyang was leaving, he bowed his head and sent him a few steps away. He didn't dare to talk too much during the period, and he didn't disturb the prince in the slightest when he returned to the hall. He just took the teapot on the table and changed it for herbal tea hot.

Ping Huaizhen stayed alone in the inner hall in a blink of an eye, the good mood of the day dissipated without a trace, and Li Qingjue seemed to be seen everywhere in the empty room, as if He Jinyi in the past called him "Prince" with a smile on his face, or as Li Qingjue later called him "Prince" with a smile. Those eyes full of grief and deep affection stared at him for a long time, everywhere, like a shadow.

He thought clearly and clearly in such thoughts, and no one could force him.

He will never get married in this life, no matter whether he is the crown prince today or the emperor in the future, only this matter, regardless of the cost, makes him willing to bet everything and even his life, to keep his whole heart for Li Qingjue.

The main hall unexpectedly looked desolate.

Ping Huaizhen turned his palms upwards, clenched his fists and loosened them again and again, as if he had clenched his palms tightly.

It's night that suddenly gives birth to old dreams.

There was a young child obediently lying on the side of the bed looking at him, with his head tilted to one side, his clear eyes filled with stars.

Ping Huaizhen tilted his head and looked over, the young He Jinyi smiled with a few white teeth, propped his body on his small arms and leaned forward to kiss him between the eyebrows.

"It won't hurt to kiss you."

The soft and waxy child's voice penetrated into the heart and lungs, Ping Huaizhen was in a daze, stretched out his hand very slowly to embrace him in his arms, but when he was about to touch him, he saw him disappearing.

Ping Huaizhen was startled, took off the brocade quilt and hurried to bed, the hall was dark, the palace lights were dim, at night the light curtains and curtains looked like ghosts flying, and the night wind blew through the window like water waves.And in the hazy lights and shadows, there is a person who appears and disappears from time to time, and he chases after him eagerly, but one inner hall, it is as if he has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

After a long time, the person between the curtains was held tightly by his arm.

The young He Jinyi turned around, and the candlestick in his hand lit up the entire Xu'an Palace in an instant. The smile on that face was warmer than the soft light, with a half-doubt in his eyes and a voice of concern: "Why is the prince so anxious?" ?”

At that moment, Ping Huaizhen wished that this dream would come true.

He sincerely hoped that Li Qingjue would still look like a young man, without blood or deep hatred, let alone sorrow, bright as a bright sun and pure as a clear moon.

Ping Huaizhen hugged him tighter and tighter.

The candlestick accidentally fell to the ground, setting fire to the curtains. He Jinyi didn't panic, but he hugged him with a smile, and heard "Jinyi" yelling in his ears.

Ping Huaizhen rubbed him to the bone, and whispered the words from the bottom of his heart that he could never say when he woke up from a dream: "Jin Yi, I will take you far away from Beijing...No one in this world can hurt you, harm you...Jin Yi Yi, Jin Yi, Jin Yi..."

The flames rose into the sky.

Ping Huaizhen woke up suddenly in the firelight.

The night was silent, only the heavy snorting came into my ears abruptly.

Jiang Chang frowned outside the bed: "Did the prince suffer from a nightmare?"

It's a dream, not a nightmare.

Ping Huaizhen didn't respond, but gradually slowed down her heartbeat, rubbed her forehead and sat up straight.

It was when the night was ugly.

The thin sweat on the forehead quickly cooled like cold dew, Jiang Chang picked up a cotton kerchief carefully and wiped it off for the prince with sharp eyesight, quietly guarding the sleepless man, not asking him what he dreamed just now.

After drinking half a cup of warm tea, Ping Huaizhen put on his unlined clothes and went behind the table to paint. Behind him, Jiang Chang hurriedly fetched the brocade robe and covered it for him.

There was only the sound of grinding ink quietly in the room, Jiang Chang was serious in his hands and never stopped, while stealthily peeking at the side, he saw that the prince moved his pen like a cloud, and the outline of a person appeared on the dangling piece of paper. , it was a naive child holding a handful of cinnamon sticks with a smile, and the tangy aroma came out through the paper.

After that, I saw the young man walking, the man is unparalleled in the world, and it is unforgettable to see.

Jiang Chang's heart was getting worse, he probably guessed who and what the prince had just dreamed about, and held back for a long time, remembering that Li Qingjue taught him "always remember the spirit of loyalty to the master", he finally gritted his teeth and said: "Prince, the slave has talk……"

"speak."

Jiang Chang bowed and said, "I think the prince should not paint this painting in the palace..."

Ping Huaizhen acted as if he didn't hear it, and there was no moment of hesitation in writing.

Jiang Chang was silent for a while, sighed silently, and stopped disturbing, and waited until the painting was completed before boldly persuading him again: "If Mr. Li is in the palace, he will never see the crown prince taking this eye-catching thing out of danger because of his love. Stay in the Xu'an Palace, so I hope the prince thinks twice..."

The faded ink marks gradually turned dry, Ping Huaizhen looked down at the person in the painting, and he answered half of the words: "You are more and more daring to speak."

Jiang Chang was ashamed to take two steps back.

"That's all," he was panicking, but Ping Huaizhen suddenly changed his attitude, and told him as he wanted, "When the painting is completely dry, you can put it away for me, and send it to Jingnan with a letter in the future." However, he felt that the words were inappropriate, Ping Huaizhen made some considerations and withdrew the latter words, and changed his words, "There is no need to send it to the south of the border, just hide it carefully for me."

"Whoo."

Jiang Chang heaved a sigh of relief, whether he sent it to Jingnan or asked him to hide it, no matter what the prince thought about it just now, in short, if the painting is not by the prince's side, it will not cause disasters.

The neighing of summer insects could be heard outside, and the rustling of branches and leaves could be heard bit by bit. Ping Huaizhen looked through the window and tapped the edge of the desk with his long fingers.

Jiang Chang patiently accompanied him, thinking that he wasn't on duty tonight, and he came to the palace suddenly in the middle of the night for a walk. It was nothing more than thinking about the events of the day when he got up at night, and worried that the prince would be depressed, so he came to see if it was safe.

Unexpectedly, just looking at it, Ping Huaizhen's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the word "Jin Yi" that he hadn't heard for a long time was murmured indistinctly.

Jiang Changmo thought, the royal family has its own suffering.

In the next moment, Ping Huaizhen suddenly spoke up and brought up the matter: "Is it unheard of and absurd that the prince of the dynasty does not want to get married?"

Jiang Chang was so afraid of this question that he avoided answering it.

Ping Huaizhen didn't wait, followed by another question: "If you are the king of a country, and there is no one in the harem, is it even more absurd?"

There was still no answer.

Ping Huaizhen couldn't help laughing, and asked himself: "It's shocking... But who said that the world has to be related to that paper marriage?"

Unmarried and unmarried, with no children under his knees, how can he take away his true destiny.

Ping Huaizhen vowed to take a gamble.

The night was getting deeper, Jiang Chang never said a word about the prince's marriage from the beginning to the end, he just hung his spirits to relieve his fatigue, walked slowly from the desk in the hall to the cool courtyard to step on the moon, watching little by little The sky is pale.

Almost stayed up all night, Ping Huaizhen should have been tired, but after thinking about it all night, he became very sober, thinking that his reluctance to get married would be passed to the Queen's ears through Zhao Keyang's mouth after dawn, and then...

Let's go and hope.

There was a wry smile on Ping Huaizhen's lips.

The morning light broke.

The young eunuch next to him had blue shadows in his eyes, which were much more conspicuous in the first morning photo.

Ping Huaizhen noticed something, and stopped talking to Jiang Chang, and asked him to go back to his room to rest, and considerately gave him half a day off.After the people retreated, he walked slowly and half a circle in the courtyard alone, calmly waiting for Fengyi Hall to pass him an audience, he could foresee how angry the queen would be, and he would hurt more or less if he refused to give in. Losing the mother-child friendship, I'm even more afraid of making her angry.

He really felt in a dilemma and waited helplessly, but unexpectedly the whole day passed, Fengyi Palace didn't seem to know about it, even during the two morning and evening appointments, Ping Huaizhen didn't see any clues from the Queen's face.

Only now did Ping Huaizhen become convinced that Zhao Keyang had kept his mouth shut for him.

This keeping is one day, one ten days, one month, or even one year.

No matter what concerns Zhao Keyang had about his affection for Li Qingjue, no one else knew about it.

But in and out of the palace, big and small things are still happening over the years, and the years have passed away without a trace.