Huaibi

This is all right.

There is no dream building in the world anymore, and the world does not know that there was a dream building. Only a group of young people came and returned, and made a thrilling journey outside the Hall of Yama.Ping Huaizhen secretly donated money, and asked Jiang Chang to follow Wu Yangcheng and Jiang Liangji to go out of the palace on behalf of others. The gold and silver given were enough to make everyone do what they liked, and they no longer had to be outside the palace but actually bound themselves inside the palace.

Ping Huai was relieved, but Li Qingjue had been carrying a heavy burden in his heart for many years, but Xun Rongxi was the only one who disappeared among the crowd.

It was ten days later that Rong Xi, who didn't know where he was, sent a letter to Li Qingjue, with the word "precious" on it and nothing else.

Li Qingjue pinched the letter between his fingers, feeling that he might never meet again in this life.

In another twenty days, the six princes were arrested and brought to justice.

The queen pursued her posthumous posthumous title, Zhaoxian, and the Fu Sutra had not been recited for seven or seven days. There was no redness visible inside or outside the imperial city.

It was the first time that the crown prince went to prison on January [-], and he saw this brother again before his execution. Now, except for a few traces of blood, he no longer needs to be regarded as a royal.Ping Huaihao was punished and demoted to concubine, and was imprisoned in this ordinary prison, and even his surname became a taboo that should not be evoked by others.

Ping Huaizhen came here with the moonlight behind his back, his mind was as calm as water, he felt a bit chilly the moment he entered the prison, and gathered the silk brocade fur covering his shoulders.

I came here tonight not to say goodbye or to reminisce about the past, but to say three words.

"Concubine Yi and Mrs. Wei took my poor nephew to wander outside, and I have tracked down their whereabouts.

"Lao Liu, the child is innocent, I don't touch his hair, but what happens in the future depends on his good fortune.

"Concubine Yi and the Wei family will surely die, so let's accompany you on the road."

Ping Huaihao's iron chain clangs under his feet, and he grips the rough, wet and cold fence with his palms. Even after hearing his ultimatum, he still doesn't beg for forgiveness.

It's not that the posture is difficult to let go, but that the winner and the loser, he knows this well.

Ping Huaihao never thinks that he will lose, but if he is the winner, he will not let anyone in the prince's old party be spared in order to eradicate future troubles.It is Daren for the Crown Prince to be lenient. Concubine Yi and the Wei family are very scheming and want the youngest son to live a safe life. They never know the old story here, so the two of them cannot live.

In the end, he couldn't protect his wife and mother, but he was able to protect his parents and children. Ping Huaihao was not lucky to be sad, but he never thanked the prince. The word "Ping" in his hand was completely wiped out...

It was night before dawn, and Ping Huaihao accepted the emperor's gift of wine to save his face.

The rest of the gangsters were slaughtered in the downtown area of ​​Beijing, with red-eyed human heads rolling down in all directions, trailing blood trails. Among the onlookers, even the bold men in their prime were frightened and dodged back. This scene is familiar, and I vaguely recall that when I was a child more than ten years ago, I also witnessed which family suffered such a serious crime.

But which family, who is the last name, I can't remember it.

Everything, no matter how big or small, is the past.

Jiayue comes in bloom.

Perhaps because of the early snowfall, the capital has been cleared up one after another after winter.

Standing in the corridor, Jiang Changli looked up at a drop of crystal dew that melted into the warm sun at the corner of the eaves, his feet were slightly sore and numb, thinking that the prince had been sitting behind him in the Fengyi Hall for a long time.

Ping Huaizhen went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation early in the morning, and when he came out, his eyes were lost, and he locked himself in the queen's old residence without saying a word.The interior decoration has not been changed, and the things are still there. Except for the funeral things, Ping Huaizhen has not allowed anyone to tamper with it, as if looking at it like this can still be the same as before, and the queen can still hear him smilingly calling him through the curtain: "The prince is here." .”

Ping Huaizhen closed his eyes in a trance, his palm wrapped around the rich and noble sculpture of flying phoenix and flowers at the end of the armrest under the seat, thinking that Yantong would spend the rest of his life guarding the mausoleum for the queen, and vowed to go with the coffin. Famous palace guards stay here for a long time, and there are no other people.

The sense of right and wrong came to my heart, and he was not the only one who felt this way in the entire palace.

Without the main hall of Fengyi in the palace, and without the Lord of Autumn Flowers to compete with it, the harem of Emperor Hongxuan was not considered dense, but now it looks more empty and desolate; The person barely managed to save the head on the neck, and the black gauze hat was not falling off, but he still couldn't hide his guilt and fear when he stood in the hall, lowering his head and walking cautiously, the whole group was extremely silent.

Ping Huaizhen clenched his palms tightly, knowing that the world needed a new one.

Emperor Hongxuan's complexion was getting worse and worse, and after this incident, his depression became more and more stagnant in his body.Ping Huaizhen originally thought that the emperor was pretending to show his appearance to coerce a traitor, but after the incident, he found out that he was really old and his condition had never been faked, it must be more serious than others expected.

When Fang was in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Hongxuan, who was recuperating on the couch all day long, suddenly sighed to him from the bottom of his heart: "I have played a play with the prince, from this summer to now, if it is really just a play, how wonderful it would be. "

Ping Huaizhen was still in a dream, and felt that the tone was quite unreal, and when he wanted to think about it, he saw Emperor Hongxuan's expression changed ruthlessly, and said: "Go back, after today, the prince will not be the prince anymore. I hope you can bear it." The world is so important, don’t let me bear my years of painstaking efforts.”

Ping Huaizhen respectfully responded, and after leaving the Ziyangxin Palace, he came here absent-mindedly.

Jiang Chang stomped his feet slightly outside, couldn't bear to rub his hands to keep warm, turned around and saw that the prince didn't know when to leave.

"Prince, the weather is cold, why don't you go back to Xu'an Palace?"

"Go back to the palace to change clothes, I have to go out of the palace."

Ping Huaizhen stepped forward, Jiang Chang followed behind and asked, "Where is the prince going?"

"Chengyuan Palace."

Jiang Chang nodded in agreement, and when he returned to the palace, he ordered people to get out of the car and wait for him, before noon he accompanied Ping Huaizhen to the palace outside the palace alone.

The eldest son Pingxiya wanted to go out, but when he arrived outside the mansion, the prince's chariot was parked, and unexpectedly went to meet him, so he gave up the idea of ​​going out, and walked up the steps with him back to the mansion, saying: "The prince has not sent anyone to pass on the message. If you are one step late, you and your younger brother will miss it."

Ping Huaizhen smiled lightly, and couldn't help looking sideways at the smile on his brow as he moved, he envied his younger brother the most, all the previous events were overturned, the dust settled, and there was only comfort left.

"Is the concubine here?" Ping Huaizhen should not joke in his words, seeing him nodding, he continued, "I'm here to ask you something, but it's almost noon, so I'd like to have lunch with you and the concubine here Shan, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity in the future."

The smile on Pingxiya's face subsided a little, and he pretended to glance half of Jiang Chang's eyes inadvertently.Jiang Chang didn't know the prince's life experience until now, he felt that the conversation deliberately mentioned the concubine's intimacy, but no matter how he thought it was not too inappropriate, so he didn't show any strangeness, and still followed behind.

Pingxiya smiled again, taking advantage of the warmth of the winter sun, he ordered the kitchen to prepare sumptuous dishes and sent them to the south garden, and then sent Jiang Chang to the backyard to invite the princess to come and have a meal. When he was alone, he asked, "What's the matter, prince?" Inquiry?"

Ping Huaizhen said bluntly: "King Chengyuan has been away for many years, and you have not been titled yet, so let me ask you if you have this intention?" With me and even relatives, you don't need to hide what you want. Xiya, tomorrow the emperor will receive the seal from me, and when I ascend the throne, I will reward the meritorious generals. At that time, the king and land will be granted according to your preferences."

If it really has been there for many years, Pingxiya chuckled when he heard this, almost forgot how much his year was worth back then.At that time, she was young and inexperienced, and she didn't know why the princess was out of her mind on that rainy night. Now that she knows her life experience and cause and effect, she also knows that King Chengyuan was definitely not killed by the gangsters.

But don't mention it.

"My brother really has this heart," Ping Xiya replied with a clear heart, nodding his head. Because of the death of King Chengyuan, Emperor Hongxuan never had any contact with the concubine, and he has been at odds with her for many years. Accepted and unwilling to be granted, but now that Ping Huaizhen is proclaiming the emperor, it is quite different, "The word 'Chengyuan' has been crowned on this head for many years, it is extremely unpleasant, and it should have been rejected long ago. But it is good to be crowned king, the fiefdom is exempted, and it is enough to enjoy mediocrity and wealth for a lifetime at the feet of the emperor."

Ping Huaizhen laughed: "You are the only one who dares to say that."

During the conversation, we walked through the court and corridor, and approached the south garden of Wangfu. The maidservant presented exquisite appetizers on a tray with jade hands, and carefully placed them on the stone table under the pavilion. To avoid the cold, I specially warmed the wine to accompany the food. When the hot meal is ready, please ask the prince and the son to move to the inner room."

"Well, step back and don't disturb others."

"Yes."

The maidservants all exited the garden, Ping Huaizhen looked at the cold dishes under the pavilion and counted the dishes, and said: "It is really not suitable to eat in the courtyard at this time of year."

"People don't like the scenery, but the scenery is pleasant." Ping Xiya smiled back at him, "The prince has never had a good time with the princess, it's rare, so why not find a place that is pleasing to the eye."

Ping Huaizhen was speechless for a while, her steps slowed down a little.

"Not as careful as you."

Pingxiya smiled but didn't answer.

After a while, Jiang Chang hurried over with the princess.

Princess Chengyuan took care of her eagerly, separated by only three or two courtyards, she felt that the mountains were high and the water was far away. When she saw Ping Huaizhen, her eyes were filled with joy. Carefully painted makeup.

Ping Huaizhen sent away the maid who accompanied her, and ordered Jiang Changtong to find food for dinner, so she didn't have to wait on her here, so she stood up after pushing away the others, and went to help the princess to sit under the pavilion.

Mother and child are thousands of miles away from each other, but they are so close that they cannot be seen day and night.

Ever since Ping Huaizhen grew older, Princess Chengyuan had never been so close to him before, and she inadvertently touched the slender knuckles on his wrist, causing her whole hand to tremble suddenly.

Ping Huaizhen helped her to sit down safely, took half a step back, and unexpectedly knelt down on one knee.

Ping Xiya got up in surprise, before going to help him, he heard him say in a deep voice: "Tomorrow will be your king, don't worship again."

Ping Xiya stopped his hands on the way, and slowly retracted them, not stopping him much.

This is Ping Huaizhen's obsession. In the past, he could not worship his birth mother, and later he turned a dragon into an emperor, and he dared not compromise his blessings. Therefore, today's worship is absolutely necessary.

"Boy thank mother for her patience and protection. Although I can't recognize each other in this life, I will never forget each other."

Princess Chengyuan couldn't hold back her heart full of sadness, she had waited so hard for many years for the word "Mother", she didn't know if she would be able to wait, and when she heard it at this moment, she finally received a thousand comforts.

She stretched out her hand, instead of wiping the tears on her face, she gently stroked the knife mark between Ping Huaizhen's eyebrows, looking at her beloved son for a long time, all satisfied.