Huaibi

Palace changes, national mourning.

Ordinary people just slept with their heads covered for one night, and the world has changed.

Those who live close to the middle of the capital can still hear some movement. At midnight, the doors are closed and the windows are tightly closed, pretending not to notice the sound of horseshoes outside. In the morning, they still dare not get up. Wait, when the eunuch's high-pitched voice came, he walked slowly along the Jingdao from the palace gate and said:

"Queen—the funeral—"

All the family members looked at each other, tentatively opened the door, saw the white snow, and saw the imaginary remnant soldiers and shields. After reassuring themselves, they knelt down with the crowd, squeezed out a few tears and mourned.

Manjing was bleak, but the sky gradually cleared up.

Ping Huaizhen knelt down in the Fengyi Hall for a long time and couldn't get up. Everyone in the Taiyuan Hospital followed Jiang Chang and fell two or three times along the way. After arriving, they were still unable to recover. They were so frightened that they knelt down in the hall to plead guilty, not daring to vent their anger.

A light breeze blew in from the window, bringing down the side curtain of the bed, Ping Huai's eyelids moved, and he raised his hand again, looking sideways at not far away.

"Go back."

All the imperial physicians left the palace without saying a word as if they were pardoned.

Jiang, who was waiting by the curtain, often took two steps forward, hesitating whether to persuade him, but his heart was sore and painful, he didn't want the prince to kneel for a long time and hurt his body, and he was afraid of disturbing his heart, this hesitation lasted for an hour, I had no choice but to think alone in a daze, thinking that the emperor should have known about it a long time ago, so far I have not seen any arrangements, I must have guessed that the crown prince was reluctant to go, so I kindly gave him half a day of peace...

Thinking about it, suddenly heard a sound beside the couch, it was Ping Huaizhen who stood up on the railing.

Jiang Chang's mind seemed to be plucked by a fragile string, shaking away the sticky thoughts of half a day, and hurried forward to help him, worrying that the prince's feet would not be stable after kneeling for a long time, who would have thought that he would raise his arms to block him when he got close , Listening to his instructions: "Ask someone to send a message outside the palace, and call King Ping to meet him at Xu'an Hall."

Jiang Chang was stunned for a moment before answering: "Hey, this slave..."

"Slow down," Ping Huaizhen frowned and thought carefully, if it weren't for the depression in his eyes, he was calm at this moment as if he had never experienced the pain of bereavement, and he said again, "it is not appropriate to call him, and pass it on to the prince's son."

"Whoo."

After finishing the words, Ping Huaizhen bent down and lowered the curtain of the phoenix couch gently, covering the cold body inside which made him feel so sad, and walked back to the Xu'an Palace alone without paying attention to the crying faces of the palace people .

Li Qingjue was nowhere to be seen at this time, the person who was waiting here had left for some reason, and Ping Huaizhen had no time to look for it for the time being, and he did not want to let the thoughts in his mind relax for a while, so as not to be distracted.After he stood quietly on the desk, he untied the jade bone mountain and river fan from his waist, unfolded and closed slowly like expressing affection, and organized last night's affairs in order.

The beginning of the chaos begins with an attack on the heart.

Everything is done step by step, as planned.The sixth prince Ping Huaihao's soldiers and horses first attacked the outer wide gate, and then attacked the inner palace gate, intentionally stepped into the net, and waited with peace of mind for King Ping to lead the army to seal the palace gate outside, like a praying mantis catching a cicada, so as to teach himself to come naturally The titmouse is behind.

Up to this point, everything is under planning, Li Qingjue has elite dream builders in his grasp, and even borrowed the power of the Yuan family, so it can be said that he is prepared to wait for this battle between the orioles, but the odd number just happened from then on.

One of the odd numbers is Zhou Junyu, an old man in the Marquis of Wuyang's camp who came back from the dead. At the very moment of his death, this man tried to lead the cavalry to fight back into the city. The pen; the second odd number is that Emperor Hongxuan prepared for a rainy day, such as placing longan high in the clouds, hiding his soldiers outside the imperial city, and ambush without anyone noticing.

The princes did not expect the sixth prince to hide his hand, and the party of the six princes also did not expect the chess of general Hongxuan.

Last night in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I heard reports from the enemy outside the hall, saying that Zhou Junyu from outside the city failed to enter the capital, even if he did, he would not be able to escape the dense net of Luo Tian laid by Emperor Hongxuan himself.

But why can't they kill them in the city?Ping Huaizhen is confused in this life.Although Lianhua is skilled in martial arts, last night he was in a hurry, the people he led were only [-]% private soldiers, there was a huge difference in strength, even if they obstructed and delayed, the chances of winning were not great.

And Lianhua did it, Xian Hongxuan Emperor's dark army stopped Zhou Junyu under the city.

Ping Huaizhen couldn't solve this question, but he never believed in "God helps him", everything in this world is entirely dependent on man's efforts, and asking the Buddha to ask the sky map is just a comfort, just like the ebony rosary he gave to Li Qingjue, and Li Qingjue's gift. His consecration kits are nothing more than incorporation of lovesickness and blessings. If you want to compare it with the truth, how can these things have great powers, help people achieve things, and fulfill people's wishes?

If it is possible... If it is possible, the He family prayed for blessings and chanted scriptures, how could they have ended up like this? How could the empress have died of illness after worshiping the Buddha for many years, and in the end they couldn't see the appearance of their beloved son again.

Ping Huaizhen suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, he felt that he was thinking too far in this moment of distraction.

It's hard to regain the peace of mind that I deliberately pretended just now, but now that I lost my loving mother, the will of Emperor Hongxuan's Zen throne is not worth the heart-piercing pain.

Ping Huaizhen only felt dizzy, he rubbed his forehead and Yang acupoints with his fingers stiffly, sat down slowly with his help desk, leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

I didn't sleep all night, and after experiencing great joy and sorrow, I fell into a blurred dream after this break.

Jiang Chang had sent a message back, he stood in the corridor and dared not enter the hall rashly, he could not hear any movement in the room, thought for a while and went around to the window, and peeked through the window gap, only then did he know that Ping Huaizhen was She fell asleep in front of the desk in a thin suit.He sighed softly, summoned the maidservants in a low voice, sent several exquisite stoves, watched one of them approach the prince's feet before returning to the outside of the hall, leaning on the porch to wait for Prince Chengyuan.

Ping Huaizhen was not awakened at all, instead, the dream deepened in the warmth of the room, and he returned to his youth in the blink of an eye.

At that time, the queen's eyes were clear, nothing had happened to the He family, and Li Qingjue was not called Li Qingjue yet.

In the dream, the empress was as loving as before, caring for him with all her heart and effort, until she treated him more than her life; from time to time, she saw Mrs. He not being upright, and asked him solemnly...

And then, it was He Jinyi who had affection on his face, wrapped in the cold fleece robe he gave him, and came with wine, smiled at him and said, "Ru Kuang Acacia wine, I will give it back to the prince."

Ping Huaizhen hastily stretched out his hand to receive it, but when he touched it, he couldn't see the wine jar, and it turned into a vermilion brocade bag in an instant, which was gently pressed into his palm by He Jinyi's brows.That's all, he took it back from the palm of his hand, tied it around his waist with his own hands, and whispered softly.

"Nanzhutang Temple, Fule County...I wanted to go with you...I pray for your safety...you wear it all the time, don't..."

Ping Huaizhen couldn't hear clearly, and the person in front of him was faintly visible, which made him flustered.

"What? Jinyi, what do you want from me?"

On the roll of fierce fire, He Jinyi responded with a smile: "Don't open it easily, so as not to lose the talisman paper."

"Okay, I remember," Ping Huaizhen was extremely uneasy, with scorching heat lingering around his body, he was holding He Jinyi and wanted to flee to the flames, but for some reason he couldn't hold him, so he lost his voice in anxiety, "Jinyi!"

Ping Huaizhen suddenly woke up.

The shock in the eyes of someone in front of him was still there, so he extinguished the flames on his robe, and before he could think about who the word he called out in his dream was for, he blamed him impolitely, "How can the prince be so careless!"

Ping Huaizhen came back to his senses in a daze, and recognized the man as Prince Chengyuan, after another pause, he realized that the corner of his clothes had accidentally floated to the edge of the copper stove and caught fire, almost scorching his waist.

Ping Huaizhen was startled, and hurriedly took off the vermilion brocade pouch from her waist, seeing that half of the Suisu had been burned away, and the corners of the pouch were also scorched.

Pingxiya beside him was still angry, and wanted to find out the careless maidservant to question him, but before he could pass her into the palace, he was persuaded: "Forget it, I didn't do it on purpose."

Pingxiya was choked with anger, looking back at him for a moment, he had no choice but to suppress his anger, and from time to time there was pity on his face, the phrase "sorrow" was stuck in his throat, not sure if it was appropriate.

Ping Huaizhen didn't notice what he was thinking, and pinched the bag in his hand with downcast eyes. He unwrapped the bag at the beginning of more than ten years, and checked the talisman paper in the bag, but it was still intact.Fortunately, there was nothing missing, except for a delicately folded corner of yellow paper, there was also a piece of thin paper with ink stains on it.

He read it and found that the familiar handwriting is as clear as water and moistens his eyes, but the nine characters in the book: "Bless me with one heart and one heart, smooth and safe."

In an instant, the pain in the dream was ten million times clearer, and it penetrated into the depths of his bones.

Pingxiya saw the writing on the paper with a blink of an eye, and thought of the "Jin Yi" that he had just heard just now, and the old things came to his mind. After being shocked, the word "sorrow" was finally said in a low voice, its meaning But it is difficult to understand.

Ping Huaizhen closed his eyes for a moment, put away the letterhead and runes, and clutched the kit tightly, as if he didn't hear what he said, regained his seriousness and said: "You must know the whole story of last night." Seeing him nodding his head, he got up and went to the window to close it, then turned around and asked again: "Then you know that the reason why Lao Liu was completely defeated was because the father set up an ambush to hide the soldiers outside the imperial city?"

Ping Xiya stared at him for a moment, then looked up at him in surprise.

"So it is inconvenient for me to meet King Ping today," Ping Huaizhen was as surprised as he was when he first found out about this, and now he is no longer surprised, and only slightly laughed at himself, "Even if the emperor knows everything I have done, I can no longer act arrogantly."

"The emperor's intention..."

"Father didn't intend to show my sins, but instead wanted to whitewash, and placed Zen on me."

Pingxiya put his heart back in his stomach.

"I wanted you to stay out of the matter earlier, but today I have to call you into the palace so that I can teach you to pass on the message to King Ping for me. The emperor may not be willing to condone King Ping's mistakes if he indulges me. I'm afraid he has scruples and plotted for me. Not Qing."

Pingxi Ya never held respect for Emperor Hongxuan, so he couldn't help sneering when he heard the words: "The birds are all hidden, and the rabbits are dead."

Ping Huaizhen frowned.

Ping Xiya restrained a little, unwilling to be unhappy with him, and instead asked: "What is the prince's plan?"

"Actually, Feiqing is cautious and thoughtful. I believe he has plans. Just take my words with you."

"What if he has no plan?"

"If that's the case, you'll mention the word 'soldier talisman'."

Pingxiya's heart was slightly cold, and he already guessed that there was no way out other than handing over the military talisman to Emperor Hongxuan.I'm afraid that Ping Feiqing will feel cold and see through the sophistication inside the palace wall.

"Aren't you afraid of chilling the king's heart?"

This question was not tactful, Ping Huaizhen didn't blame him for being presumptuous, turned around to meet his eyes, as if facing Ping Feiqing, he replied: "I am not afraid of chilling his heart, I am only afraid of losing his life."

Back then, the He family made sacrifices in vain, and now that he has lost his mother, he is reluctant to leave the people he valued around him.

"I believe he knows my intentions, even if he doesn't know, it doesn't matter. I will return the military talisman in his hand one day."

Pingxiya didn't say much anymore, he nodded in "Yes", and said: "What about the Yuan family?"

"The Yuan family knows how to show loyalty, besides..." Ping Huaizhen shook his head, "That's all."

He hesitated to speak, but Pingxiya could understand that the Yuan family was loyal, but it was proved by someone's life back then.

I was about to say something again, when I suddenly heard half-stopped footsteps outside the hall.

"Who?"

Outside, Jiang Chang responded on behalf of others: "Prince, Mr. Li is back."

Pingxiya took a look at him and saw someone coming, so he put away his extra words and didn't linger, he left the hall with doubts about Mr. Li in his mind.When walking out, the people who bowed to the corridor and saluted glanced at them, only to feel inexplicably familiar, and couldn't remember the beginning and end for a long time.

Inside the hall, Ping Huaizhen looked at the curtain, the curtain tilted after a while, but after waiting for a long time, no one outside the curtain came in.

Ping Huaizhen walked closer, and when he picked up the curtain, he accidentally touched Li Qingjue's hand on the other side, and felt bitingly cold through the gauze curtain.He opened the curtain, the person in front of him lost three parts of his soul, his eyes were full of heartbreaking pain, Jiao Pinghuaizhen suddenly remembered how he lost his loved one back then.

"Qing Jue?"

Li Qingjue couldn't suppress the emotion that was about to collapse, the corners of his eyes became more and more red, he didn't want to talk about other things with Ping Huaizhen on the day of the Queen's death, his face turned pale, and he muttered: "The Queen's matter, the prince's condolences... "

Ping Huaizhen struggled to hear his voice, and concluded that he had something to hide.

"Qingjue." Ping Huaizhen called him in a deep voice.

Li Qingjue pursed his lips and raised his head, unable to suppress the trembling all over his body.

"Ping Huaizhen..." After a long time, he called her by name, his eyes filled with despair, "Lianhua... is gone."