Huaibi

There were two knocks on the door outside, not light or heavy, neither fast nor slow, with slightly bent knuckles landing on the dark-brown cypress door frame.

Li Qingjue turned over and sat down on the bed, with the front of his clothes coming out to welcome him. Behind him, Ping Huaizhen also sat up from the bed. He didn't go with him. A white-clothed young man came into the room, his voice was as clear as a lingling spring, and he called "Daddy" plainly.

The tip of Ping Huaizhen's eyebrows moved slightly, and she tilted her head unconsciously, looking for a gap in the curtain to look closely at the young man's handsome eyebrows.Lianhua had already met him, presumably the person who came was Li Qingjue's other adopted son, Rong Xi.

Those long eyes and soft lips, although the eyebrows and nose are different, but compared to Lianhua, this appearance is actually quite similar to the young He Jinyi.Ping Huaizhen was in a trance, for a while, he seemed to be aware of seeing the young man outside the curtain, and looked over on guard, his picturesque and elegant appearance was tinged with a three-point sharpness, and the murderous aura was instantly extinguished.

Ping Huaizhen couldn't help laughing, she got up and walked slowly through the curtain to show her body.

When he got close, the scar next to his eyes could be seen in a flash. Rong Xi's face was surprised. After a moment of stupefaction, he immediately lowered his disrespectful eyes, stepped back half a step and dropped on one knee to salute. Although there was no greeting in his mouth, what he said The table is now obvious, and Ping Huaizhen's identity can be guessed.

Ping Huaizhen became more interested, looked at Li Qingjue, helped the boy up from the ground, and asked, "How do you know who I am?"

"The person beside Daddy who doesn't need to be guarded should be the prince." There were flaws in the words, but the truth was not told.

Rong Xi lowered her eyes and suppressed her helpless embarrassment, thinking about what Lianhua said a few days ago, that although the prince has a handsome face, an old injury has ruined his gentle appearance, which seems extremely regrettable.Lianhua is unrestrained and often speaks without scruples, but he has heard such disrespectful remarks, so how can he tell the truth.

Fortunately, Ping Huaizhen didn't go into it, turned around and sat down at the table, holding a pot of tea and pouring a few cups of tea, thinking that Rong Xi came here to find Li Qingjue on business, and didn't want to disturb the conversation between the two of them.

The door of the room had been quietly closed after Rong Xi entered the room, but the prince appeared in the outer hall at this moment, Li Qingjue might have missed something, or someone would break in abruptly, so he went forward and fastened the door bolt, and turned back to the table after everything was safe. Pan sat down with Rong Xi and asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

Rong Xi couldn't avoid being flat-feeling: "Yesterday, Mr. Zhou came to the museum again. He didn't go with his friends, and went to look for Lianhua alone."

Li Qingjue couldn't help frowning, and looked at Ping Huaizhen.

"Did Lianhua show any signs of inadvertence yesterday?"

"Absolutely not," Rong Xi shook his head firmly, "Lianhua seems to have a careless temper, but he is actually as careful as dust. If he intends to be on guard, he won't make any mistakes."

What Rong Xi said was the truth, but the more so, the more puzzled Li Qingjue was.

It's really hard for him to understand, since everything is flawless, where is the difference?

It has not yet been a full month for the building of dreams to fall into Beijing, and no matter what the real body of the people in the building is, the appearance and fame alone will not be enough to spread far and wide.How can a simple and elegant pavilion for drinking tea and asking music make the people in the Criminal Ministry visit for two days in a row.

"Perhaps it's just for fun." Before he could think clearly, Ping Huai beside him said suddenly, lightly loosening the tense strings in his mind, rubbing the cup along the way as if he didn't care, "Don't scare the snakes, if you come to listen to the music Let him listen to the music, cook tea and appraise paintings at his own discretion, but a servant of the Ministry of punishment, can he still make waves in this building?"

When Rong Xi heard it, she realized that the man was the servant of the Ministry of Punishments of the court.

Li Qingjue pondered for a while, and felt that what Ping Huaizhen said was reasonable, Zhou Junyu was just a guest here, how could he be invincible, he might as well treat others with a smile, given time, he could finally see some thoughts hidden in him.Thinking about telling Rong Xi: "Teach Lianhua to be careful."

"it is good."

Rong Xi nodded, and didn't have much to say after that, just for fear of disturbing the two of them, she got up and left.

The room suddenly stopped whispering people's voices, Ping Huaizhen looked at the empty seat where there was no one there, and couldn't hide his emotion: "This Rongxi, his heart is not like a teenager."

"Rong Xi is used to being more stable than Lian Hua, but she is more thoughtful and less lively."

Li Qingjue agrees with what the prince said, and understands that the maturity of Rong Xi and Lianhua is accumulated over the years.He watched the two sons grow into teenagers, saw them laugh and fight, and saw them face the snow and sharpen their swords. He remembered the painful pain they suffered from martial arts when they were still young.

He has long discovered that Lianhua Rongxi is a resolute and courageous person, but Lianhua is cheerful by nature, and whenever he gets hurt, even if he doesn't feel wronged, he will come to him to coax him for a while, but Rongxi always doesn't want him to know. Ken wiped the wound medicine by himself and went back to the training room with his sword in hand.

So day after day, Rong Xi is only over sixteen now, and there is a complicated look in the world in his eyes, and amidst all phenomena, the young man stands alone, no one has nothing to touch.

This is so unusual, Lianhua is not like this, and his nephew Ruining is even more so, which makes Li Qingjue feel ashamed and painful. He only feels that it is his selfishness that makes Rong Xi not be like her peers. She has been innocent for more than ten years With heavy responsibility, I can't breathe for a moment.

The more Li Qingjue thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, and he can't help but get stuck in it. He only hopes that one day he can give Rong Xi Lianhua a comfortable freedom.

Thinking about it, the hand that was still on the table was suddenly covered.

Ping Huaizhen has always known him a lot, so he euphemistically stated what he wanted in his heart: "It won't be long, everything will be as you wish."

Li Qingjue's fingers trembled, he raised his eyes and looked into his eyes, and nodded for a long time.

The moon hangs in the sky, and the Tibetan jade alley is full of people. Warm songs sway into the alley, deep and gentle, and the mellow wine fills the golden cup, which is really intoxicating.

The prince's status is extraordinary, if he stays here for a long time, it may cause a lot of troubles, so it is not convenient to stay here for a long time, and he left alone when the horses and horses were in the most chaos.

There are few pedestrians on the street corner outside the alley, and a carriage waited silently for a long time in a dark corner.

Finally, Jiang Chang, who was waiting for people, let go of his whole heart, hurriedly welcomed the prince into the car and returned to the palace, deliberately detoured a few quiet streets to avoid people's eyes and ears.It wasn't until the vermilion palace gate that was two feet high came into view that he really let out a tight breath in his chest, took out the palace card and kept it in his palm, signaling the guards to open the gate and let them go.

Ping Huaizhen closed his eyes in the car and rested his mind. Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, he never opened his eyes. After a while, he heard a whisper from outside the curtain: "Prince, in the future... it is better to invite Mr. Li to Zhao. house?"

Ping Huaizhen was displeased to hear this, but knew that Jiang Chang's worries were not unfounded.Once the dignified prince stays in the place of sensuality, once people notice it, the consequences will be unimaginable. At that time, no matter whether it is him or the whole Zhumenglou, it will be hard to get good results.

It's time to restrain yourself.

"Ah."

That single word made the eunuch outside the car happy in an instant, but unexpectedly the crown prince accepted him so happily, Jiang Chang was very pleased and stopped bothering him.

Ping Huaizhen left the palace at this time, first went to the Zhao Mansion to find Zhao Keyang to discuss matters, and after half a day went quietly to Cangyu Lane.Going back to the palace at this moment, I originally wanted to wash up early and rest here. Unexpectedly, there was a coincidence. As soon as he stepped into the Xu'an Palace, he came across the Fengyi Palace and hurriedly searched for it. His eyes were faint under the night moon. Hong, with a trembling voice, said eagerly to him: "Prince! Please...go and see the empress."

Ping Huaizhen felt like being hit bluntly, his brain roared.

Jiang Chang didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly followed him back to the hospital.

The group of three walked faster and faster, Ping Huaizhen left the two of them far behind, waited in the Fengyi Hall, and broke into the sleeping hall without waiting for the transmission, fortunately, what he saw was not as worrying as he guessed.

There is no imperial physician in the palace, and the queen lies quietly on the couch as if she is in a good sleep, accompanied by the strong fragrance of the medicine, she does not move, and after hearing the familiar footsteps, she slowly opens a pair of eyes that have already been heavily weathered by the sun and the moon, lightly clouding her eyes. Let out a few smiles.

Those eyes were not as clear and bright as before, they were cloudy with dust, and seemed to be blocked by a hazy veil, making it difficult for her to see things, she looked sideways for a while and happily called out: "The prince is here."

Ping Huaizhen walked quickly to the front of the couch, sat sideways on the side, and held the empress's soft and shiny palm.

"Queen Mother, it's the son-in-law who has come."

As he spoke, he lowered his body even more, his words were full of heartache, lest the queen might not see him clearly.

The poison used to eradicate smallpox in the past has entered the brain, making the empress's eyes increasingly blurred, and it is difficult to distinguish the appearance of others from a few feet away.

It seems to be getting worse today.

Ping Huaizhen had a bitter throat, endured it for a moment, then pretended to be calm and smiled, and coaxed the woman: "Mother's complexion is rosy today, and her spirit is much better."

How could the empress not know that he intended to comfort her, she bent her lips and shook her head: "I know how to be careful, the prince don't have to worry, I still want to live to see you become a Mingjun... tonight I called you to the palace, but The eyes are getting more and more unclear, I'm afraid that when I wake up, I won't be able to see your appearance clearly..."

Ping Huaizhen pursed her lips in response, fearing that she would lose her composure if she opened her mouth.

The queen's warm palm moved out from his palm, gently lifted it up while speaking, stroked her eyebrows and eyes inch by inch, as if she wanted to imprint the image of her son in her memory.

Ping Huaizhen closed his eyes and let her touch him, his eyelids closed for a moment, the candlelight in the room disappeared, and the old things surged in the dark, 33 years of deep love between mother and child, the years are long, but the white-haired man can't escape the twilight years.

The palms on the face are not rough by any means, but they are slightly loose due to the fate of the old age. They rub the brow bone and draw it down, pass the bridge of the nose, stroke the lips, and stop at the jaw. It took a long time before they reluctantly closed return.

Ping Huaizhen clings to it again, looking at her with eyes like warm water, seeing her eyes trying to see herself clearly, although it is extremely difficult, but extremely satisfying.

It was a long time again, and the feeling of satiety slowly and in vain gave birth to a bit of regret, the queen sighed helplessly: "I don't know when I will see you marry a wife and have children."

Ping Huaizhen tightened his fingers.

A few years ago, he ordered Qin Tianjian to cut off the marriage with a statement of destiny, but it could not be cut off after all. After all the hard work and perfunctory delay, it has become more and more unbearable.

Emperor Hongxuan was impatient for a long time, and asked Qin Tianjian to find a way to change his fate against the sky, which made the supervisor Wen Zhiyuan in a dilemma, begging the prince and making concessions.

And the one who made the empress feel a lot of grievances here was the Wei family. The daughter of the Wei family who had made a marriage contract with the prince had to marry someone else because of the prince's destiny, but it was not good to marry the sixth prince Ping Huaihao.Now that Wei Nu is the concubine of the sixth prince, she has given birth to a son for her, so how can the queen not be in a hurry.

The pros and cons of it are well understood, but Li Qingjue has been burned in his heart for many years, making him determined not to give in.

"My son chooses a day to find the Qin Tianjian and then test the destiny."

Ping Huaizhen was only prevaricating, and helplessly put the Queen's palm on her face.