Huaibi

Li Qingjue wanted to hide it from Li Ruining for the rest of his life.

The pain of bereavement is so painful that it hurts to the bone. Even after thousands of nights, it seems numb again, but he has never really forgotten it. , remembering how his father regarded death as home, and gave him a heartfelt message.

This pain is cruel, why bother to be tired again.

Li Ruining was born ignorant of cause and effect, and ignorantly inherited the blood of the He family to live in the world, to fulfill the elder's last wish, to taste the joys of the world, not to be burdened with hatred, making it difficult to move forward.

After sixteen years of hiding it like this, Li Qingjue only blamed himself for being careless now that he accidentally discovered the truth.But what has been said before, the matter must be told truthfully at this point, besides, Rui Ning is as smart as his father, so it will not be possible to hide it for a long time after all.

Li Qingjue lit up the oil lamp in the house, put on the brocade fur that he had worn for several autumn and winter for him, and sat at the table with him, revealing the dusty old events layer by layer before his eyes.

The oil lamp flickered on and off, flickering and shining on the simple window, and it stayed on all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Qingjue wore a crimson robe and embroidered snow geese, and rushed to His Highness Qianqing at the last half-minute before the court, and climbed the steps that many people under his feet could not match. In the main hall.Just like the day when Ping Huaizhen came to the throne, he was steady but not empty, calm but not impatient, and rushed towards the high position that had never been there but was in his pocket.

The whole hall was silent, Li Qingjue walked slowly, and silently joined the Ministry of Industry under everyone's attention, courteously and politely with his colleagues around him, holding a wat and drooping eyes to blend in among the courtiers.

Outside the gate of the palace, it was said that the eunuch had never encountered such a situation. He had never seen a minister who dared to come in a hurry when he saw that it was going to be late, but the emperor on the seat had no intention of reprimanding him. Only when he came back to his senses, he raised his voice and sang Jiang Chang's voice loudly, and then the voices continued until they went down to the higher stage.

Ping Huaizhen supported the golden dragon head inlaid with pearls and jade on one side of the throne, and quietly looked at the person in the hall, with mixed emotions in his eyes, both unexpected joy and deep shame.

Yesterday when he returned to the palace after the incident in the suburbs of Beijing, Li Qingjue's words of accusation lingered in his mind for a long time, and he felt that he had bound him for half his life, and he must not be bound any longer.

I wanted to be at ease with Li Qingjue, but I thought he didn't want to be an official, so I let him be an ordinary person, so why not be with my nephew all day long?And now that I am the king, no one will endanger the people around me anymore, so I will settle down on the affairs of the world, and I will definitely leave at one time, and leave Beijing with Li Qingjue to spend the rest of my life.

Ping Huaizhen tossed and turned all night, finally thinking clearly.

But thinking this way, who would have expected to see Li Qingjue who had just entered the hall in the hall at dawn.

He is happy, happy that Li Qingjue did not stand still and ignore everything in the court; ashamed, ashamed that Li Qingjue made another sacrifice and lost his freedom outside the palace.

From the beginning to the end of Li Qingjue's life, the word "imperial power" was embedded, as well as the name and surname of Ping Huaizhen.He wanted to make amends in delusion, but he didn't know where to start, he could only watch this person entangled in his flesh and blood, sharing sorrow and joy, living together and dying together.

It ended in a mess early in the morning.

This morning the new emperor was absent-minded, and all the officials secretly noticed it, but Li Qingjue didn't seem to be aware of it. After leaving the court, he followed Chen Zhihe, who had been promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Industry, to the official office. Looking back.

There was an old minister behind him with puzzled eyes. He always felt that Master Li, who was finally willing to show his face, was somewhat familiar. Where should he have seen it many years ago? After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember clearly. It happened that Zhao Keyang was passing by. , casually asked: "Master Zhao has been in court for many years, have you ever seen this Li Shilang? I always feel..."

Zhao Keyang raised his eyes and glanced at Li Qingjue's back, and did not deny it: "I have seen it before. The old man in the general camp of Yuan Dynasty is not inferior in both literature and martial arts. It is a pity that he was talented in the past, but now he has reached the place where he should go."

The veteran listened to some falsehoods and some truths, and couldn't find any flaws in Zhao Keyang's words. He thought that he might have had a little relationship with Yuan's family because of him, so he let it go and didn't go into it further.

In front of them, Li Qingjue and Chen Zhihe had already crossed the wide bridge outside the hall, and gradually drifted away.

When they arrived at the official office, there were a group of courtiers who speculated curiously, Chen Zhihe did his best to take him and his colleagues to meet one by one in the Ministry of Industry. .

All the ministers had their own speculations earlier, but seeing Allah at this moment did not feel domineering and arrogant, but was accompanied by a whole body of humility, and they dropped the stone in his chest at the same time, thinking that it might not be difficult to get along with, so they bowed to each other with a smile on their faces good.

Li Qingjue turned back politely, and wanted to say a few words of politeness. Hearing that there was an invitation from the palace behind him, he bowed down in front of everyone in the hall and said respectfully: "Master Li, Your Majesty, please go to the imperial study."

Li Qingjue nodded in agreement, and resigned from everyone temporarily. After leaving the official office, he saw that Chang Jiang had come to invite him in person, and he had prepared a car to drive by. Seeing him appearing, he hurriedly raised the curtains.

With such kindness, I don't know how to teach others how to say it.

Li Qingjue sighed helplessly, and stood in the same place thinking for a while, thinking that it would be wrong to get in the car at this time, or not to get in the car.After thinking about it, it's better not to accept the emperor's grace, shook his head with Jiang Chang, passed the car and drove forward alone.

Jiang Chang guessed his thoughts when he saw his expression, and sent the car back quickly in a low voice, then trotted a few steps to catch up with Li Qingjue's figure, and explained for Ping Huaizhen: "Master Li, the emperor is worried about the cold and windy weather, That’s why I asked my servant to prepare a car to pick him up.”

"It's a common thing to summon courtiers. No matter it's windy or rainy in the future, it's enough for someone to notify you. You don't have to come, let alone the car driver."

"Yes." Jiang Chang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that his tone was good, and he was afraid that the two of them would have some troubles again. Although the farce yesterday was short, he could see it clearly from outside the courtyard.

Jiang Chang just didn't know that Li Qingjuan was no longer worried about yesterday's events, and he had a candle-lit conversation with Li Ruining the night before, and he had already made up his mind.

This whole night has passed, Li Qingjue has not closed his eyes for a moment, and while telling the cause and effect of the year, he is tense to look at Li Ruining's expression. Half a trace of decadence.

Later, when the twilight faded and the story came to an end, Li Ruining looked absent-minded, but when Li Qingjue was extremely disturbed, he sighed in relief, got up and knelt down to him, "Thank you, Ruining, for your kindness. Belonging to the He family, I will never forget the blood feud, and I will never change my life ambition."

"Okay... not changing your ambition." Li Qingjue was full of sadness, helped him up, reached out to caress his childish eyebrows that had not completely faded away, shook his head and said, "not changing your ambition is enough, uncle doesn't want to You bear hatred in mind, and the He family doesn't want it either. Just remember, what the He family wants is for you to live as happily as you have in the past ten years or so."

I don't know if Li Ruining really listened to these words, but at that moment, the look in the young man's eyes and the demeanor he showed after knowing his life experience really made Li Qingjue feel very emotional. He felt that he had underestimated his nephew all these years.

Li Ruining's own family members should have the strength of character. If there hadn't been a catastrophe in the past, he might have become an official now and could become a young genius above the court.Although Li Qingjue didn't want him to be contaminated by his official career, he suddenly changed his mind here, wishing to make Li Ruining more like his father and closer to his ancestor.

Not only for Ping Huaizhen, but also for Li Ruining, Li Qingjue decided to enter the court as an official, and only then did he join the court this morning.

After a while, I gradually arrived at the imperial study room.

Li Qingjue stopped outside the corridor and asked Jiang Chang to pass the news inside. Jiang Chang was so surprised that he was in a dilemma, and whispered for forgiveness: "Master Li, don't embarrass this slave... Your Majesty has explained to this slave that you don't need to go wherever Master Li goes." Pass."

Li Qingjue sighed silently, and just went into the imperial study.

Ping Huaizhen waited for a long time, he already guessed that he refused to take the car, so he didn't blame him when he saw people coming, so he asked him to sit down and rest.It was Li Qingjue who brought up this matter first: "The emperor will seek ministers to see you in the future, don't be so grandiose."

Ping Huaizhen paused while pouring tea, Mo Ke couldn't help it: "Is a car considered a big deal?"

"Calculate."

After Li Qingjue said a word, he didn't say much, took the pot in his hand and filled two cups of hot tea, and drank one of them to refresh himself.

Ping Huaizhen saw that he was not in good spirits, felt guilty for a while, and asked softly: "Did you rest well last night?"

Li Qingjue faintly laughed when he heard the voice coaxing a child, and said sincerely, "I haven't slept yet."

Although the faint smile on the face was not obvious, it brightened Ping Huaizhen's mood, and he refilled his cup of tea with distress: "It's my fault. I couldn't sleep last night. I thought a lot by myself. If you don't want to As an official, you can do whatever you want, I will never..."

Li Qingjue didn't wait for him to finish his words: "The emperor is too worried."

He didn't hide the matter so far, and relayed what happened last night to him.

Ping Huaizhen was extremely surprised, he didn't comment but heard him say bluntly: "I am now in the Palace of Qianqing, not the emperor."

He didn't say what he said, but Ping Huaizhen understood it and felt a little relieved, but at the same time, he also felt that there was something in Li Qingjue's words. Years of tacit understanding and familiarity made him guess, and he deliberately asked: "What does Qingjue want? "

Li Qingjue tightened his cup tightly with his palm, pursed his lips and raised his eyes, and replied seriously: "I want to buy a mansion in Beijing, so that I can move in with my nephew and the Li family from the outskirts of Beijing."

"Okay," Ping Huaizhen but Guan agreed first, and then asked, "Where do you like?"

"The place I want to see needs to be approved by the emperor," Li Qingjue said with a calm face, lowering his eyes to look at the tea noodles, "I want the He Mansion back then."

Ping Huaizhen's heart was shocked, but he didn't answer for a moment, then saw Li Qingjue looked back at him again.

"Okay, I promise."

The He Mansion was still a closed place back then, and the two paper seals outside the mansion gate had long lost their shape after being exposed to the sun and wind, but so far no one has dared to take half a step closer, let alone the officials in the court and China.When Li Qingjue opened his mouth today, he was not asking for gold and silver, but for the emperor's approval to enter the mansion. He had to break the taboo of the He Mansion before he could return to the old mansion as the new owner.

Ping Huaizhen knew everything, Li Qingjue refused to accept the grace of heaven, and did not want to be regarded as a sycophant among the ministers, but this was the only thing that disregarded principles, didn't care what others thought or said, and wanted to use the name of the emperor to satisfy his selfish desires.

Over the years, Li Qingjue seldom asked him for anything, even if Ping Huaizhen gave up his life, he would definitely do it.

"I promise, you wait at ease." Ping Huaizhen said again, taking this opportunity to coax him to rest, "You haven't slept all night, and I'm afraid you haven't eaten. I'll order the dining room to bring some dishes. You used the same I'll take a break, eh?"

"The minister is not sleepy."

"I'm sleepy, just stay with me."

Li Qingjue could only nod his head, thinking that it would be difficult to return to the official office today.