Huaibi

In the sixth year of the first lunar month, the taste is strong, and there are always children in Moshang Xiaodao wearing puffy jackets, holding candied haws in their hands that they got in the market in the year of the year, and the red color makes their faces more pink and tender, laughing along the road run.

"Watch out."

Ping Huaizhen supported the waist and hooked the person beside him closer, making room for the child to run past.Li Qingjue looked back at the little figures in twos and threes, covered his waist with his palms and commented casually: "Whether in Beijing or outside, the happiest people during Chinese New Year are always the children."

"It should be so carefree. At such an innocent age, even if you give him a handful of mud, you can teach him to play from morning to sunset." Ping Huaizhen calmly talked about the best old things with him , "Qingjue also played with mud when he was young, and his hands and face were dirty when he played. He had to wash it quietly in the Xu'an Palace before he dared to go out of the palace."

Li Qingjue responded with a shallow smile: "At that time, you were the one who wanted to have fun, and I had no choice but to accompany you."

Ping Huaizhen didn't want to expose his words, she hugged his hand even tighter with her eyebrows and eyes curved, and walked with him in the suburbs of Beijing without mentioning other things.

Li Qingjue seemed to have a new look since he entered the palace many years ago. Although he was not as cheerful as when he was young, but under his calm appearance, he was easy-going and gentle, and he was rarely seen before.Ping Huaizhen is very fortunate, and naturally cherishes it very much. He goes to the farmyard to accompany him every New Year's day. He doesn't talk about everything in the house.

The two said that mountains should be mountains, water should be water, tranquil and comfortable.

The intimacy here is not like ordinary friends, and they are even close friends, so Li Ruining sees all of them, so it is inevitable to gradually understand the true feelings.Li Ruining and him have been in love for many years, but there is nothing difficult to understand, but when thinking about the recent rumors, I feel at a loss. How to think about it.

However, he had nothing to do with it, and Li Qingjue never said anything about it. The sun set, the moon rose, and the day and night went back and forth. Unknowingly, the short first month has passed, and the spring in Beijing has become stronger.

At the beginning of spring, the imperial examinations were very busy, and the major spring plowing was also in progress.But just at this time, the foreign visions were even more chaotic than in the old years, disturbing people came one after another, and no one in the whole hall could take a breather.

In such a hurry, Ping Huaizhen did not forget Li Qingjuan's promise to bring the matter of selling the mansion in Beijing to the Ministry of Industry, and in order to let Li Qingjue get involved, he personally handled it.

Li Qingjue is meticulous and conscientious whenever he is on official business, but this time he is involved in personal affairs outside of official business, which made him focus on it, buried in the office from morning to night, and separated from Ping Huaizhen Although we are close, the time to see each other is less and less.

The colleagues in the family saw it clearly, and at first they secretly expressed admiration, thinking that Li Shilang, who was worried that Xu would bully others by relying on the power of the Yuan family behind him, was actually modest and approachable, and even compared to the other veterans, he appeared to be more self-denying and steady. Like him and his early age.

After two months, under the personal supervision of Li Qingjue, the important business of selling the official mansion was quickly advanced. Nearly [-]% of the closed mansions were cleaned up and sold publicly to hundreds of officials and people.These mansions used to be the residences of powerful ministers and high-ranking officials, each located in an excellent place in Beijing, each beam, one pillar, one courtyard and one courtyard took a lot of attention, and even the high price attracted many people to wait and see.

However, the so-called "many people" are all rich and wealthy outside the government, and there are very few officials in the DPRK and China who even feel at ease to inquire.The reason is simple to say, one is that each minister owns each mansion, either the mansion is bright and spacious enough, or he thinks he is inferior to the official, even if he buys a house, it is not easy to start with such specifications; Those who are not involved in official careers dare to ignore "wearing a crime", how can they dare to ignore those who are wearing black hats tremblingly?

So let's talk about it, it's enough to watch some excitement.

The atmosphere has gradually become a rule, and the courtiers seem to be the same, staying out of the matter as a convention.But what is unexpected is that under the record of a certain mansion, a familiar name and surname suddenly appeared in the list - Li Qingjue.

The Ministry of Industry was the first to be alarmed. No one in the office dared to praise Li Shilang for his selflessness.

The sky is clear for thousands of miles, and the golden flakes of the sun fall through the thin clouds, shining on the ordinary tile buildings in the world.

The imperial study is pushed up half a foot by the carved window of the corridor, allowing the spring breeze to enter the room.

A roll of boiling water brews the sleeping Pu’er under the cup with blue and white clouds and cranes. The strange fragrance of the new tea fills the room. People around the table feel comfortable smelling it. flower.

"Good tea."

"You know it's good tea if you don't taste it carefully?" Ping Huaizhen took a sip of the tea fragrance and nodded, "The Pu'er that was paid for by Ma Xingong this morning will be sent to Prince Ping's mansion later."

The smile in Ping Feiqing's eyes deepened twice: "Your Majesty Cheng cares about your pity, Prince Ping's mansion is sparsely populated, and there are still a lot of rewards from the past."

"Then what if Feiqing doesn't want it?"

"I want it."

Ping Huaizhen couldn't help but laugh out loud, he didn't really take him politely, he didn't make a joke and said: "It must be new tea. You have no family members in your house except An Zhen, but there are many servants, so reward those who deserve more rewards." .”

"The emperor reminded me."

In the words, Ping Feiling, the only younger sister of King Ping, was mentioned, and Ping Huaizhen couldn't help but be more concerned before the matter: "How is An Zhen recently?"

"It's the same as in the past. I live happily and carefree all day long, but the dementia has not improved." Ping Feiqing was a little depressed. He had no parents above his seniority, and no children below his seniority. However, the dear sister, Princess Anju, who is regarded as a treasure, failed to take good care of her, causing her to suffer from dementia in an accident when she was young, and has not recovered for six years. It can be said to be his only knot. Thinking of this is not pleasant, but the current situation is not suitable, so he still pretends to be free and easy and comforts the emperor, "But the emperor can rest assured, a few days ago, I got a doctor by chance. Seeing a doctor may be of some help."

Ping Huaizhen was pleased to hear that, but deep down in his heart, he couldn't believe it.

Looking inside and outside the capital, many of the best doctors in the world are already in the palace, and the entire imperial hospital has been struggling for many years but can't do anything about the princess's dementia. How can a mere rivers and lakes child do it?But it's not appropriate to say this, some sustenance is better than nothing, and he also hopes that Ping Feiling will recover soon, and be as smart and astute as when he was a child.

"That's very good," Ping Huaizhen nodded in agreement with him, and after being more sympathetic, he turned to the business, "Yesterday, I discussed the chaos in the north with you and King Yu, why did you come to see me again today?"

"It's still about this matter," Ping Feiqing corrected his expression slightly, "the minister and Yuan Jing have already planned in the past year, and feel that this time they need to travel by water and prepare for a water battle. We will discuss it again this morning, check the situation and compare it with what we think It is even more urgent. As the emperor knows, both large and small boats are under construction, so far the large boats have been built calmly under the eyes of the people, and the small boats that have been built in secret have been built [-]% of the time."

"Since the old year, only [-]% of the construction has been completed today. The war is approaching. Do you think there will be delays?"

"This is what I worry about," Ping Feiqing said bluntly, without raising his eyebrows, "I am afraid that autumn will come and raise troops, and spring will pass away quickly. Summer will come in a blink of an eye, and time will wait for no one. However, it is not easy to build a small boat secretly. If To speed up the progress, it will cost money..."

At this point, Ping Huaizhen listened to the deep meaning, and immediately reassured him without any detours: "You don't need to worry about the money, just let it go. The treasury is still full, even if it is tight, you will not lose any money This is a military matter. In this battle, I want you to win but not lose."

Hearing the words, Ping Feiqing let go of the only half of scruples in her heart, stood up and took a half step back, knelt down on one knee, and bowed her fists to salute: "I accept the decree. Don't worry, your majesty, I have promised you. Ten years ago, I fought against the North." Man Adun is powerless to fight back, and in a battle ten years later, I will definitely teach him to lose."

Ping Huaizhen felt relieved, and kissed him to help him up.

After the narration that day, Ping Huaizhen thought for a long time in the imperial study alone, thinking that the war would break out one day, and he was always in an imminent situation.As he said, the national treasury is indeed full at the moment, but whenever a country goes to war, the stronger the financial resources, the better the chances of victory, so it is necessary to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

Li Qingjue's official sale of unused forbidden houses fits perfectly with this move.

It was only at this moment that Ping Huaizhen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt suspicious, not sure whether Li Qingjue had enough money in his pocket to buy an old house in Hefu.

I was so busy all day long that I didn't have enough time to ask this question face to face. When I came back to my senses, the capital fell silent into light summer, and the old He Mansion, which had been silent for many years, welcomed a "new" owner, who had been given the surname Li.

Perhaps it is too eye-catching, everyone in the court seems to be harmonious and good-natured, but in fact, rumors have spread all over the sky secretly, holding on to Li Qingjue's purchase of the house, gossiping, saying that he is using power for personal gain, and that he has great ambitions , Think about the identity of the former owner of the mansion, don't you know where he is thinking about in the court?

He never thought that he was just a mere servant, and he thought that the hat of Shang Shuling, which had been hanging for many years, was waiting for him to pick it off.

The turbulent talk after another was buried under the calm appearance, and finally couldn't be suppressed for too long, and it leaked into the ears of the emperor, and also into the Palace of Harmony, which should have been ignorant of political affairs.

Before Ping Huaizhen was angry, the Supreme Emperor who didn't know what to think asked him about this matter without warning.The conversation started from the north of the border, talked about shipbuilding and soldiers, and then started from the profit and loss of military pay to this matter, and then asked with a calm face: "I heard that there is a courtier who bought a house?"

Ping Huaizhen's heart tightened slightly, his expression remained unchanged: "Yes."

"The old house of He Mansion?"

"Yes."

Both the words "Pinghuaizhen" and "Pinghuaizhen" should be kept as short as possible. It is uncertain what state of mind the Supreme Emperor was in when he asked the question, looking back at the past nearly twenty years ago.

The hall was extremely quiet, the Taishang Huang was thoughtful, and after a while, he said again: "I learned that this person is the minister of the Ministry of Industry, Li..."

The Taishanghuang was in a trance and couldn't remember his name clearly. Ping Huai's forehead was swollen and painful, and he didn't want to answer the word.

"Li Shilang," the Supreme Emperor didn't try his best to remember, so he gave up addressing him, and the next moment, he said something that made Ping Huaizhen even more startled, "When he is free, let him come to Shoudian to see me."

The number is like a piercing heart, it is difficult for Ping Huai to answer, and he clenches the hem of his bright yellow sleeves, and he is full of worries in an instant.