Huaibi

At noon, Ping Huaizhen was free to come out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and it was raining lightly during the day, Jiang Chang expected it to be appropriate, and asked people to prepare sedan chairs to meet him, and took the prince to the Queen's bedroom all the way to shelter from the wind and rain.

Occasionally, the drizzle hit the face, and Ping Huai stretched out his fingers to wipe it away, looking down at the remaining fog traces on the fingertips, his mind swayed lightly with his body, thinking carefully in the hall of nourishing the heart and Hong. Emperor Xuan's thought-provoking words.

At that time, the boiled medicine was boiling, and the smoke was lingering in front of his eyes. Emperor Hongxuan smelled the fragrance of the medicine, and his cough seemed to be relieved by three minutes. He squinted his eyes and looked at the golden tent of the flying dragon. Asked aloud: "In the prince's heart, is weight or filial piety?"

"Filial piety." Ping Huaizhen almost didn't think about it, frowned, doubting that Emperor Hongxuan should not have asked this question—not to mention whether he really felt filial piety, even if it was any prince who secretly felt weight, he must not tell the truth.

Thinking this way, Emperor Hongxuan shook his head: "No right, filial piety is not filial piety."

Ping Huaizhen was speechless for a while, and couldn't think of a half-word to refute, because his words were justified, especially in the palace, they were true.

Under ten thousand arrows, there is no life without power, and no filial piety without life.

He was enlightened: "My son understands."

"I hope you really understand." Emperor Hongxuan nodded, "Where you climb a high place, it is evil for those with power to be filial, and it is sorrow for those with filial piety. There is a balance between the two. Both are indispensable, but the word power In the end, it is even better... Now in the court, I ordered you to come forward to govern, do you know what it means?"

Ping Huaizhen only said one thing: "My son thinks that the father wants my son to establish a solid foundation."

"Other than that?"

Ping Huaizhen hesitated for a while: "Besides, my son and minister speculated wildly that the father may invite you to enter the urn, so that he will be the first to take the risk."

"'Qi'?" Emperor Hongxuan could easily sense the deep meaning in his words, he clicked out a word with a chuckle, then avoided talking about it, and asked again, "Is there anything else?"

"My son is stupid, my father will win thousands of miles, what I think is beyond my son's ability, I can't think of it anymore." Apart from the second thing I just said, Ping Huaizhen actually has many guesses, but it is difficult to make a good decision. It's better to keep silent and just wait for Emperor Hongxuan to clarify the truth personally.

After a while, a reply did come.

"Just remember today, remember the lofty attitude, and remember how happy you are. Once you remember clearly, you won't let it go easily."

Ping Huaizhen was slightly stunned when he heard the words, when he climbed the steps and looked back, the feeling of power over the world surged into his chest in an instant, and the willful expansion could not stop.

It turned out that apart from stabilizing the throne and rebelling against the opposition, Emperor Hongxuan had ulterior motives. He was dissatisfied with his appearance as calm as a still lake, and wanted him to take the throne hungrily.Ping Huaizhen has endured for many years and never showed his father the true face. Although he did his part in the crown prince position, he was always generous and magnanimous in front of others. He didn't expect this state to fall into the eyes of Emperor Hongxuan, but it was not enough to desire.

"It's because I've been lazy," he said without making excuses, and he went along with what he wanted to add a little, "Now that I've climbed the six steps in the middle of the court, I'm really shocked. How different is it for the ministers to see."

"You are my most worthy son, remember well."

"Yes, Erchen keep in mind."

As Emperor Hongxuan closed his eyes, Ping Huaizhen leaned over to wrap up the bright yellow brocade quilt for him, on which the dragon danced with claws...

The golden dragon disappeared, turning into an autumn leaf falling in the mixed rain.

Ping Huaizhen came back to his senses, the sedan chair landed smoothly, and it was already in the cold palace.

A middle-aged woman stood leaning against the wall on the corridor outside the hall. Seeing him coming, Xi stood up straight, opened her umbrella and walked out quickly.

"The prince is thousand years old." Tang Li hurriedly bowed with an umbrella, and stepped forward to protect him from the rain.Jiang often waved away the palace man holding the umbrella next to him, so that everyone retreated and waited, and did not follow inside.

Ping Huaizhen felt relieved after the accident, unexpectedly the delay was so far, the princess was still in the palace, so she asked immediately: "The princess is still in the palace?"

"Yes, the princess is still talking to the empress."

"Okay." Ping Huaizhen nodded in response, no more words, and the faster he stepped.

Xu Shi's sound of opening the door disturbed the inside, and when he passed through the curtain and entered, the two people in the inner hall knew that he was coming, and they were all happy.However, within a short while, the smile on the queen's face subsided a bit, and the princess beside the couch got up to pray for blessings, and an indescribable look appeared on her brows.

Ping Huaizhen's intuition was different, and she took a few steps to pay her respects first, but pretended not to be suspicious, and asked with a smile: "The queen mother looks very good, could it be that she said some kind words to the princess to be so happy?" As he spoke, he walked around the sideburns for her, and when he heard her sigh, he was grabbed by the palm of his hand.

"I have something to ask the prince."

Ping Huaizhen felt that the finger bones were slightly cold, first he held the hand behind his back to warm it up, and then he responded with this extraordinarily serious words: "Mother, but it's no harm to ask."

"Okay," the queen heard his words without any hesitation, without any hesitation, "tell me, where is Mianchun now?"

Ping Huaizhen's heart tightened for a moment, if it wasn't for the empress who couldn't see, he must have seen through the strangeness in the eyes, he paused for a while and replied: "The mother is confused, didn't Mianchun go out of the palace to visit relatives earlier? She left the palace."

"It seems that the prince is still unwilling to tell the truth..." The queen frowned and sighed, and let go of his hand, "Forget it, I won't play tricks with you, I know everything about Mianchun."

Ping Huaizhen remained silent, turned his head and stared at Jiang Chang who was standing quietly by the curtain half of the time, staring at Jiang Chang trembling all over, and lowered his head innocently.

"I am blind, but my heart is clear."

"Mother," Ping Huaizhen turned around and apologized, and hurriedly tried to comfort her, "I have absolutely no such intentions, and I'm hiding you from you just because I don't want you to worry in vain."

He spoke softly, and the Queen of Clinker became more annoyed when she heard it, and stopped his words: "The prince is so confused, so as not to worry for a while but cause future troubles!"

Ping Huaizhen didn't dare to refute, fearing that she would be hurt by her anger, so she waited for a moment before asking in a soft voice: "It's my son's fault, but I don't know how the mother learned about it?"

The queen was still angry, and turned her head: "Just ask the princess."

"Yes, Empress Do not blame the minister." Ping Huaizhen responded, turning sideways to signal Jiang Chang to pour some hot tea, then turned to look at the concubine with helplessness in her eyes.

Princess Chengyuan met his eyes, she was helpless, she shook her head and said lightly: "This morning when I entered the palace, I accompanied the queen to walk out of the palace, and saw a palace maid in the corner of the north courtyard, talking to the same tree. talking..."

Ping Huaizhen vaguely guessed the reason, and before the concubine finished speaking, she heard the empress slightly annoyed: "How do you know about this when you are my palace? You kindly spared that maidservant that night, how did you know that she couldn't hold back what was in her heart? It's so absurd that you want to tell a tree about Mianchun! If the breaker is replaced by someone else today, I don't know what will happen...Prince, you must not take any more risks now!"

Ping Huaizhen couldn't distinguish between all kinds of tastes, a moment of annoyance flashed in his eyes, he felt that the queen's worries were all reasonable, since the palace maid couldn't control the mouth that was born on her face, one day she would leak this matter out.This time it was just his luck, the insider is his closest relative, but if the leaker is indulged again...

Thinking of this, he suddenly froze, he clearly had a conclusion in his heart, but still knowingly asked: "Mother, how is the maid in the palace now?"

"What should I do?" The empress sighed deeply and shook her head, finally calmed down, and persuaded earnestly, "The empress mother has taken care of your worries for you, but the prince must firmly remember that everything in the future depends on you... …If you want to be a king, you must not be merciless, and you must never be merciful!"

Ping Huaizhen smiled wryly and nodded: "What the mother taught me is that my son has written it down."

He has heard thousands of things, but just one thought, and he is the new king that the queen expects. He should not only pay attention to affection and understanding, but also be able to kill decisively, good and evil coexist, like a Buddha or a demon.Ping Huaizhen already understood, because the empress herself was such a person, she also hoped that he would be able to behave like this, and she saw it very clearly, predicting that he would be like this as a king.

But Ping Huaizhen felt extremely difficult.

If there is no blood grievance from any family, maybe he can still be a half-cruel person, but he has long since become merciful.

For more than [-] years, Li Qingjue has been by his side. From the innocent smile at the beginning to the gloomy and unhappy, he is always shocked by the heart-piercing shock, so that he dare not be innocent and not harm the innocent.

Therefore, even though Mianchun is a suitable concubine, he also spared his life because of the coercion; innocent palace people saw Mianchun hang himself, and he never planned to silence her from the beginning to the end, and did a clean job.

Ping Huai has been used to it for many years, and at this moment when the world is changing, he is earnestly teaching the queen a lesson. The words between the lines seem to be gentle, but in fact every word is reprimanding and persuading him, teaching him to abandon compassion and be bloodthirsty for power.

It suddenly felt ridiculous, thinking that in this short half-day, the emperor ordered him to swallow power, and later heard the queen's expectations, asking him to be ruthless.

And he is ruthless, not ruthless; brutal, not cruel enough; greedy, not greedy enough.

This is not an emperor, this is a mortal.

As a king, I really want to tear him apart and turn him into a soulless person.

The sound of rain outside the hall became quieter, Ping Huaizhen raised his eyes and glanced at the window, when he looked back, he saw the wrinkled palm slowly tentatively looking closer.He lowered his eyebrows and leaned forward a few inches, so that the hand touched his ear.

The empress finally calmed down, and she caressed the crown of his crown, delicately caressing the proud bones of the dragon body on it, and the cold white jade comforted her anxiety.

"This is a young dragon with four toes in its claws," she murmured, her lips trembling, and she bit the words again and again after the horoscope, "I am waiting, I am waiting..."

Princess Chengyuan's eyes were filled with sour tears, she lowered her head to hide her thoughts, her thoughts were similar to the empress's, but different.If she could let her go, she only wished that Pinghuaizhen would be as comfortable and happy as Pingxiya, and never be the prince; but since she couldn't let her go, Pinghuaizhen would have no way out, and had to go forward...

The half-draped curtain enveloped the princess's heart full of hesitation and silence, making the room dull and dull, only the queen's broken words could be heard, and the words of her feelings were different.

After noon, when the autumn rain subsided, Ping Huaizhen and the concubine left the rear of the palace together, not to see each other off, and went to the chariot to watch her back along the palace alley.

Jiang Chang did not see Jiang Chang coming out of the palace behind him, but Ping Huaizhen was patient, knowing that he was left behind by the queen, he just explained how to be loyal, taught him how to be the prince's hand and eye, and pushed him whenever the prince's heart softened, until he pushed him away. To the top of the palace is a dragon.

However, this road is like a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire. There are no people to push it, why do we need people to push it.

Fallen leaves condense beads, Ping Huaizhen looks at the scene of the palace scene after the rain, it seems to be full of thoughts, but also seems to be full and empty.