Huaibi

The climate is the coldest when the snow melts.

The first snow came last night, and the world was still unwilling to say goodbye to the late autumn. It was not until today that the snow melted and the cool air penetrated into the skin and bones that we realized that early winter had arrived.

Li Qingjue fell into a coma. In less than two days, he went through anxiety and relief, luck and sorrow. He never closed his eyes for a moment. His muscles and bones were too tense. By now, his body and mind were broken. Turned white, and couldn't relax even half an inch in a coma.

Ping Huaizhen's heart ached, she held him by the waist and supported him in her arms, and slowly exerted force with the other hand, and it took a long time to carefully release the ten fingers that he was pinching on the sleeve.

It was almost dusk, and the maid outside came to ask for food with lowered eyebrows, but Jiang Chang stopped her at the corner of the corridor, knocked on the window twice for her, and asked softly, "Prince, are you going to pass the food into the palace?"

No one answered in the room, Jiang Chang guessed that Ping Huaizhen would be able to hear it, so he persuaded him again: "Prince, you and...you haven't eaten all day, be careful." After the words, there was still no movement, so he could only sigh helplessly , turned to the corner of the corridor and told the maid to pass it on later.

The maidservant retreated in response, and after waiting for more than an hour, Ping Huaizhen came to find Jiang Chang in the corridor, and ordered him to order the kitchen to prepare some porridge and serve it in cans.

Jiang Chang's heart sank, so he made this trip himself and brought a can full of hot porridge into the hall. Fearing that the two of them would not be full, he took his own initiative and brought an extra stack of white jade rong warm cakes.It wasn't until he got to the inner room that he realized that Ping Huaizhen hadn't rested at all these days, he just sat on the couch with Li Qingjue beside him, the brocade was covered with two layers, the copper stove was moved a few feet closer, he was considerate and meticulous, and took good care of her. No sparseness.

"Prince."

"Simmering."

The porridge pot was lightly placed on the exquisite copper stove beside the couch, and Jiang Chang silently left the room, leaving the stack of white jade rong warm cakes together with the spoon and bowl on the table.

The fragrance gradually overflowed, smelling the smell like boiled lean meat in it, Ping Huaizhen reached out and stroked Li Qingjue's slightly frowning brows, leaned over and kissed lightly on the eyelids, and whispered "Qingjue" twice.

Li Qingjue didn't sleep soundly, but he was too tired to wake up. After a while, he opened his eyes a little, saw him through the dim light, and remembered for a moment where he was, how he came back in a daze, and why Ant Chee feels uncomfortable.

He originally thought that Hejia would never feel heartbroken again, but unexpectedly, he planted this round of evil causes with his own hands, and finally reaped the evil results of today's self-eating.

"Ping Huaizhen..." Li Qingjue struggled to open his lips, and the three words were almost silent.

Ping Huaizhen listened to his exhausted breath, didn't think about what he was going to say to her later, supported his back and neck, and said softly: "Qingjue, you haven't entered since last night. After dinner, drink some porridge to sleep comfortably, okay?"

Every word was carefully said, Li Qingjuan lost his appetite because of Lianhua's death, but he didn't forget that Ping Huaizhen was also going through the pain of bereavement, so he suppressed himself and nodded.

Ping Huaizhen thought he would not agree, seeing him nodding his head felt relieved, immediately took a bowl of porridge, let the steaming heat spread out, and fed it thoughtfully spoon by spoon.However, Li Qingjue's stomach was overwhelmed, no matter how bland the porridge was, it was hard for him to swallow it, and he retched without a spoonful, until he vomited up the little thing he ate.

Ping Huaizhen didn't care about the filth at his feet, so he put down the jade bowl to comfort his back.Li Qingjue's discomfort gradually eased, panting slightly to calm down for a moment, raised a pair of red eyes and couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a low voice: "Ping Huaizhen, let them go..."

His voice was unsteady, but the words were clear.

"Building dreams, the elders are only double ten, the young are not as weak as the crown, and they have been exhausted for more than ten years. It is time to give them back their freedom... In this life, I feel sorry for the He family but live up to the He family. I am ashamed of Rui Ning. I don’t owe Rui Ning, my heart is attached to you, and I don’t owe you... only to build a dream, every day I am bound, I will owe a day, Lianhua is gone, I can’t, I can’t…”

"Okay, okay, according to your words, Qingjue, what I promised, I will do everything you want." Ping Huaizhen quickly agreed, just follow him completely, knowing that it is no longer a day or two for him to endure alone .

But was it the prince's original intention to use the mercenary for himself?

It was Zhao Keyang who plotted for the prince, and Li Qingjue also plotted for the prince, and followed him.

For more than thirty years in the world, Ping Huaizhen has never been able to live as he wished for a single moment, just as Li Qingjue couldn't stop him from leaving without saying goodbye.The so-called crown prince is just placed in this high position and can't move. If he retreats half a step, the lives of the queen, uncle, and several people will be lost overnight-but if he moves forward cruelly, it will end today.

It's just that Ku Chu Ping Huaizhen didn't complain and justify, now he is uneasy, even if he has obtained something to fight for half his life, he is still afraid of losing Li Qingjue who can continue his life in this world.

Ping Huaizhen called out his name in a low voice, and answered everything in his words.

The reason why the cavalry under the city were blocked outside Beijing last night and could not enter, now the prince finally knows the truth.

The sixth prince, Ping Huaihao, and his party are still on the run, together with Marquis Wuyang and the first class, they run away with their wives, children, family and family.There were also those who were reluctant or inconvenient to leave Yuanjing. After discussing in private, they took the initiative to plead guilty with a little bit of luck. They didn't dare to invite Emperor Hongxuan, but asked the prince clearly. side.

Xu Andian received several love letters in the past few days, and Jiang Chang put them away one by one. Seeing that the prince's own affairs were in such a mess, he really didn't take the time to submit them.

There were whispers in the depths of the inner hall from time to time, and they hadn't stopped since the porridge was delivered. Jiang Chang couldn't hear it clearly, and vaguely felt that the two of them were in a bad mood, and he didn't dare to bother them rashly.After waiting for a long time, the human voice completely quieted down, replaced by footsteps coming out, Jiang Chang concentrated for a moment, walked to the door and waited.

Ping Huaizhen pushed the door and walked out, his movements were gentle, the heavy hall door hardly made any sound.

Jiang Chang looked down and saw the burn marks on the corners of his clothes, he was so startled that his hands stopped, and he didn't know where to go for the handful of letters he was taking out from his lapel.Ping Huaizhen saw it all in his eyes, frowned and took one of the exhibitions, and after a closer look, he understood Chen Xin's intentions, and then he sealed two and three letters. Write down the names and ask, "Where do they all come from?"

"Back to the prince, it was sent by the prince's Taifu Master Zhao."

"I'm not stupid, I know how to start with my uncle." Ping Huaizhen wrote down the last name and surname of the last person, and put them all back in Jiang Chang's palm, "If it wasn't for the mother...these people probably don't have the luxury to write outside the dungeon. .”

"Yes, my servant heard that since last night, the emperor has only issued an order to apprehend the leader of the rebel army, and he has not taken care of the details..." Jiang Chang hesitated, wondering if he should be bold enough to persuade the prince Mo to be sad, and the queen passed away. , should be more worried about the emperor's body, but before he could say it, he was interrupted by Ping Huaizhen's next words.

"Put it away carefully, and go to the prison with me right away."

Jiang Chang nodded in a daze, not guessing the prince's intentions, he tidied up the letter and put it back in his lapel, and followed behind him out of the palace courtyard with a sound of "嗻".

There are a lot of defeated bandits in the dungeon. Those who forced the rebellious party last night are all here waiting to lose their heads. It is said that they are all poor people. They have defeated the wrong master with their lives. If they escaped without a trace, how could they care about them.Jiang Chang thought all the way, not knowing who Ping Huaizhen came here to see, he had cultivated the rules and habits over the years, and the prince would not doubt it if he didn't say anything, but Guan bowed his head and followed him into the prison, stepping down two long damp steps.

The sun here is hard to shine, and it is full of pungent musty smell for many years. The prison guards will inevitably feel dizzy after sitting under the ground for a long time. Hearing someone coming in dimly, it seems that some palace man is delivering food to an old acquaintance.It was not until the person got close to the eyes that the prison guard could clearly see the face of the visitor. When he was awake, he hurriedly stood up to greet him. Seeing the prince as if he were seeing a new king, after this day, he regarded him as the real dragon emperor, and dared not lose his sense of proportion.

Ping Huaizhen raised his hand to avoid the ceremony, his dark eyes fell to the depths of the prison full of phantoms, and he said three words without detours: "Zhou Junyu."

The prison guard turned back to the desk to check the prison case, showing no surprise at all, only Jiang Changru, who had been hit by a blunt blow, was in a daze before he put the strange three words of resurrection into his mind.

Not long after, the prison guards checked out the cell where he was detained, led the way respectfully, walked through the long corridor and stopped in front of a rusty iron gate, and took the key at his waist to unlock the door.

Ping Huaizhen glanced over the cold grille to the person sitting slumped against the wall, signaling the prison guard to open the door and step back.

All the prison guards obeyed him and didn't ask a word, but because they were concerned about the safety of the prince, they couldn't really walk too far, so they bowed their heads and stepped back a few steps to a place within sight.Jiang Chang didn't dare to stop him, but he became more vigilant when the prison guards waited, and even followed in step by step, without blinking his eyes on the hands and feet of the man inside, in case he could protect the prince in time if something happened. good.

However, Zhou Junyu remained motionless from the beginning to the end, leaning against the cold prison wall like a ghost, moving with the clouds that covered the moon outside the cold window, watching the withered grass flickering under his feet.

Ping Huaizhen took two steps closer, completely smashing the quiet moonlight under his eyes, and slowly squatted down, looking at the face that could be called handsome in the past, but now it was stained with blood.

Zhou Junyu finally moved his eyelids, his eyes started from the jade bone mountain and river fan on his waist, and gradually reached between his brows, before a mocking smile escaped: "I congratulate the prince with great joy."

His voice is dry and hoarse, if you close your eyes and listen, you won't see a clear and clear voice in the court hall.

"Does the prince want to mourn Lord Zhou's great compassion?" Ping Huaizhen replied without leaving any room for him, "Master Zhou has always been respectful and decent, why doesn't he even care about the blood on his face today? Or is this the blood of Lianhua, teach me Are you unwilling to clean it?"

Zhou Junyu's whole body was shaken, and he stared suddenly at the two words, and raised his head to stare at him firmly.

"Remember, you are living today in exchange for Lianhua's life."

It was as if a sharp knife was piercing the soft ribs, Zhou Junyu was numb from the pain, the bottom of his eyes was stained with bloody red, and he could no longer see clearly the disgusting appearance of the person in front of him.

The short numbers brought him back to last night, he seemed to be outside the capital under the moonlight, and he could still see a person with a horizontal sword facing him, and said mercilessly: "Master Zhou wants to enter the gate of the capital, so he stepped on his own corpse." It was not much different from when he wanted to take his life earlier.

Zhou Junyu only thought that Lianhua was ruthless when he played on stage, but he never expected that every sentence was true, he blocked his way with his flesh and blood, and gouged out his heart until he died: "I will not let you enter the capital tonight, but I will never let you die again Back to...Zhou Junyu...for a sword that day, I will pay you back with my life..."

Returning his life to him, the crown prince said that he would exchange his life for him, but who asked him if he was willing?

"You are guilty of death, but Lianhua has passed away, I will save your life," Ping Huaizhen came here now not to be happy for him, knowing that he has no desire for life, but to teach him that begging for death is impossible, Shen Sheng Slowly said, "When I am enthroned, I will amnesty the world, demote you, and guard the gate of the capital carefully. The Zhou mansion in the middle of the capital will be the place where Lianhua is buried, and you will regret him every day...Zhou Junyu , you spend the rest of your life for Lianhua, and you will suffer alone."

Without waiting for a reply, he got up and left.

The people behind were indifferent, listening to the sound of iron cables colliding, bowed down to the empty corridor for a long time:

"Sir, thank you, Prince."