Huaibi

Not long after, the very familiar person appeared in his eyes. Jiang Chang failed to recognize him early in the morning. It was not until Yantong got closer from the entrance of the courtyard that he showed surprise in an unbelievable way. All of a sudden, he felt mixed feelings and couldn't help feeling sour. eye sockets.

Although she was a slave in the past, she was a first-class maid who was treated preferentially by the empress's side. She was never inferior to other palace people in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and was only envied by others.And this one now, with a haggard face, half a ring of thin cheeks, even the hair on the temples hastily trimmed, how could it be Yantong?

If it weren't for the shallow stubbornness in his eyes that doesn't want to show weakness, Jiang Chang would never believe it.

"Miss Yantong," Jiang Chang said in a hoarse voice, his fingers trembling. It is said that if the two of them were in the folk, it would be no exaggeration for him to call them "Auntie", but in the palace Yantong is still unmarried. As a younger generation, I can't offend you abruptly, so I could only restrain my heart and ask politely, "The prince asked me to come and see you, are you... all right here?"

This knowingly asked question elicited a sudden smile from Yantong, and answered him indifferently: "Okay."

Jiang Chang heard the word "plain", and couldn't hide his sadness. He lowered his head in embarrassment, and his eyes swept across the palms of her hands hanging by her side.The hands were covered with wounds, which were definitely not caused by frost cracks at this time, but because they had been soaked in water for a long time when washing rough clothes, and the marks were easily cut by the stabbed clothes.

He opened his mouth and didn't care about etiquette any more. He took a half step forward and raised his wrist to take a closer look. His eyes were full of anger: "The steward of Ye Ting Palace treats you like this? The prince has sent someone to take more care of you." Looking at you, Gu Cheng is like this!"

Yan Tong's face was broken as usual, and he was stunned for a while. After breaking away from his powerful palm, his throat rolled and rolled, and he finally regained his composure. He lowered his eyes and persuaded: "Mr. things in it."

"Reasonable? These people don't take the crown prince seriously at all, don't they take the queen empress seriously?"

"Naturally," Yantong shook his head with a wry smile, looked up at him with relief, and said bluntly, "It's just that there are so many masters in the palace, there are people who protect me, and there are also people who hate me and harm me. The person in charge Why is it different from us, after all, I am just a slave, who knows who to listen to and who not to listen to? I can do the same job as others, and I don’t get bullied much, which is already taken care of by him.”

Jiang Chang was speechless.

Yan Tong bowed to him and said, "Eunuch Jiang, please take care, please don't tell the empress what you saw today. The empress is weak and can't bear the pain, so teach the prince not to miss it."

"But you..."

"The prince has more important things to do now. The empress has been looking forward to it for many years, and the father-in-law is also a person who understands."

Jiang Chang was choked back by her, unable to utter the word "no", and nodded heavily.

Yan Tong finally felt relieved, smiled and saluted him and left.He looked at the place, and chased after two steps, and said the last sentence in a low voice: "Take care, the empress is also looking forward to your return."

Yan Tong paused on his heels, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows, and then he brushed it off cleanly, and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Chang felt quite turbulent in his heart, which could not be calmed down for a long time. He watched her walk out of the side courtyard. After a while, he lowered his eyes to look at the thick grass under his feet. .

It seems to have been cold for a long time.

He sighed and raised his eyes, wiping off the cold sweat on his palms.

Before leaving, Jiang Chang went to see Eunuch Chen of Ye Ting Palace again, and stuffed two ingots of silver with him, which was both kind and powerful. It's easier, and now I have to seek comfort in this way.

After rushing all the way down, it was only the time of day when I left Yeting Palace.

At the dawn of the sky, Ping Huaizhen got up in the Xu'an Palace, but he didn't see Jiang Chang's figure as usual, guessing that he remembered his order to go out to work, so he didn't wait for him, let alone brought anyone else, and went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation alone and go.

Since the emperor was sick and recuperated, there were many failures in the early court, and it has become normal for the prince to criticize on his behalf.But yesterday the emperor's body was getting more and more sick, and Ping Huaizhen was even more unrelenting. He didn't care about state affairs while serving, and he had to go back at night even later.

After being so busy all day, it was already late at night when I left the hall, and the sky was full of cold stars.

It was dawn when it came, and it was dark when it went.After walking two steps, suddenly someone beside him approached to help him, he turned his head to look, and saw that it was Jiang Chang, maybe he followed him outside the hall to guard during the day.

"Prince, be careful where you step." Jiang Chang was concerned in a low voice. He was afraid that he would step on the air with his head up, and carefully support him to the flat ground before retreating half a foot.

Ping Huaizhen walked a few steps away with him, when there was no one around, he asked two words: "How is it?"

"Yantong is fine, the crown prince is at ease." Jiang Chang read Yantong's words, cruelly not telling the truth, just afraid that Ping Huaizhen would notice something, hurriedly took his mind away, and took advantage of the darkness to take out a letter from his lapel.

If Ping Huaizhen didn't ask, Ning Mei took it and put it back in his sleeve, went back to the hall and approached the candle to read it, gradually getting angry, crumpled the fragile rice paper into a ball, and threw it into the candle cage fire.

The behavior was in the blink of an eye, no matter how alert Jiang Chang was, he couldn't pull out the letter, so he stared anxiously: "Prince, this letter..."

He had read this letter, and every word and sentence said it was Yifei's crime and the cause of Mianchun's death.

In the past, thousands of crimes and ten thousand crimes were fine, the worst thing is that once the empress loses power and falls into the cold palace, Concubine Yi still insists on refusing to let her go, trying to use this opportunity to make things worse and instigate Mianchun to assassinate the palace.Mianchun has never been a righteous protector, greedy for life and afraid of death, only seeking profit, but now he can see it clearly, knowing that left and right are only dead ends, how dare he be so stupid as to offend the prince, and teach his family that there is no way out.

When she was at the end of her life, she was helpless, hanged herself with resentment, and hung her whole body miserably under the beam; she hated Concubine Yi and the Queen, hated the power disputes in the palace and did not treat slaves as human beings, and used her as a sacrifice.

Ping Huaizhen supported the cage with the palm of his hand, his fingertips were scorched by occasional sparks, and he grasped the cage paper surrounded by broken golden fluff.

Jiang Chang didn't care about the letter paper that had turned into ashes, and hurriedly lifted his hand away from the fire, thinking about searching for Mianchun's residence in the early morning, and found this suicide note full of blood and tears under his pillow without much effort, and suddenly at this moment A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, and he vaguely understood Ping Huaizhen's act of burning letters.

That girl is too stupid...

Mianchun thought that her death would lead to the downfall of Concubine Yi, but she forgot that at this juncture, the palace lost half an inch of safety.The emperor's body is in danger, and the queen's body is weak and weak. Who should govern Concubine Yi, and how should she be governed?

This letter is nothing more than a scrap of paper.

As for Ping Huaizhen, when one day she can be cured, a mere letter will be superfluous.

Jiang Chang thought about it secretly, and without saying a word, he changed the covers of the cage and cleaned the embers in the stage without saying a word...

Mianchun's death did not cause even half an inch of shock. Except for those who witnessed that night, no one in the palace knew that she was dead. Even Concubine Yi Xu could only speculate.

Gradually, the palace people forgot this name, and the palaces remained the same day and night, except for the Leng Palace, which was slightly different.

The crown prince ordered Wu Yangcheng and Jiang Liangji to guard each other in the palace, never closing their eyes at night, and only separated by a curtain to ensure the safety of the queen.

The undercurrent is turbulent under the peaceful appearance of the harem, and the front hall is even more uneven.

The Marquis of Wuyang, Ma Mingtiao, led [-] troops to the outskirts of Beijing to practice extensively in the camps. It will be a good time to perform troops in autumn. Except for [-] elites, the army is still stationed in the south without any wind or rain, so that no one in the court can single out. ills.

But his party became fatter and fatter, and although the generals of the same rank did not return to the capital by excuse, they all moved thousands of miles quietly, and gradually concealed a dense net outside the capital.

The wind and rain are coming, and Xia gradually disappears.

Ping Huaizhen has added a heavy coat, and the jade bone mountain and river fan is still attached to his waist. He spends more time in the Hall of Mental Cultivation than in the Hall of Xu'an. The rites of brothers are inferior to the rites of humility.

Even the sixth prince Ping Huaihao was no exception here, he calmed down his impetuosity, no longer peeked at the fan on his waist with hatred and envy as before, and always looked at him without squinting and smiling, and then bowed his head to greet him.

True and false love, Ping Huaizhen can tell the difference by himself, bowing his lips in return, not a single word, not speculative, half a sentence is too much.

Back then, when I met Ping Huaihao that day, he stopped him. Ping Huaizhen looked back and met his eyes, and heard him smile and say: "Since the empress moved to the Leng Palace, my brother has not been blessed for a long time. I don't know how the empress has been. good?"

"It's good or it's not good. You'll know when you see it with your own eyes. The queen's residence is a cold palace, not a Buddhist temple. How can I get 'fate' if I go there? It's just that my brother is too busy." Ping Huaizhen didn't show mercy. Seeing all the palace people ridiculing him for a long time, and seeing him lose the upper hand because of his clumsy tongue, Shi Shiran said again, "Those who are not in this palace need fate to meet each other. Okay? It’s been many years since I think about it.”

Ping Huaihao's face changed, and the coldness in his eyes couldn't be stopped for a while.

Ping Huaizhen sneered when he saw it, and it was meaningful: "When Lord Liu returns to Beijing, I will definitely let you know, and the crown prince will greet you in person."

The distance between the two of them could not be more than three feet, and the aura of evil spirits around them has already made all the palace officials bow their heads in silence, not daring to vent their anger.

After a long time, I saw that Ping Huaihao loosened his teeth, smiled slowly for a while, and then let out two more presumptuous laughs. After laughing, he bowed to him, turned around and left.

Ping Huaizhen withdrew his gaze, and slowly opened and closed the fan in his hand. He felt that Ping Huaihao had lost the cowardice he had when he was a teenager, and even felt that he had accumulated a lot of anger today, and it was almost time.

There was an autumn rain that night, and it was dripping cotton needles, which are rarely seen in summer, rustling on the ground.

The lamp in the Xu'an Hall was still on, and Ping Huaizhen wrote the recent case and wrote the letter.

The autumn wind came in through the window, cooling his neck, he turned his head to look, temporarily put down the penny in his hand, walked close to the window, and followed the soft sound of the window railing, as if he was listening to the slight movement beside him.

Not long after Jiang Changfang was sent back, there was no one in the dormitory to serve him closely, Ping Huaizhen turned around with great vigilance, his eyes caught the familiar face, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Li Qingjue took two steps forward, holding a thin shirt in his hand and covering his shoulders. His ordinary clothes were dazzlingly white, and he said softly, "I still remember to close the windows when it's cold, but did you remember to add clothes?"

Ping Huaizhen relaxed his muscles and bones, let his hands stick to the front of his lapel for a while, and slowly held and kissed his lips, his tone was full of helplessness: "Recently, whenever you come to the palace to look for me, you don't tell me in advance, and why don't you tell me?" So unabashed."

Li Qingjue kissed him warmly with his fingers, but Li Qingjue didn't reply in a hurry, turned his head and looked around the things in the hall for half a circle, his eyes gradually turned to the top, and felt that the furnishings were gradually changing, and the beams and columns were the most old-fashioned.After a while, he lowered his eyes back to Ping Huai's eyebrows, shook his head and said: "How many years ago, I came to see you like this, and how many years later, I will also come to see you like this."

Before he could finish speaking, he was hugged tightly in his arms.

Ping Huaizhen said "Okay" in a low voice, over and over again tirelessly, his nose was filled with Li Qingjue's pure and pure breath, and all the distractions from the past few days disappeared.

"Come on, Qingjue, come on..."

Ping Huaizhen's grip became tighter and tighter, and the countless emotions in his heart were only condensed into these few words.

However, Li Qingjue understood everything, and quietly rested his chin on his shoulder, looking at the book case, as if he could clearly see the ink marks on the paper.

The letter was written to him, Ping Huaizhen did not expect that he would come to the palace, and he was entrusting all matters with a pen.

Now that Zhumeng is no longer in Beijing, Cangyu Lane lacks the elegant first floor, and there are many heavy houses in the inaccessible places in the mountains and forests outside Beijing.Although Li Qingjue's dead servants left the capital for the time being, they were always in full swing, waiting for the momentary order to rush to the imperial city.