Huaibi

Li Qingjue was drunk under the pavilion, and the night came with a cool breeze, and he suffered from the wind and cold between hot and cold, so he took this opportunity to ask for leave and not go to the office, and he would not even be included in the next morning court.

Ping Huaizhen had a temper tantrum with him for a few days, and then couldn't help but send Jiang Chang to inquire about him, only to find out that he was feeling unwell, but now he has recovered, but he still refused to come and go to the palace using this as an excuse.

Noisy officials in the court annoyed them, and I am afraid that even the emperor would make them more troubled. Pinghuai thought about it more and more, and finally let go of his troubles to coax others.

At this time, the evening rain is thick, and when the palace leaves, the evening light remains in the sky, and fine raindrops are scattered all over the sky.

Holding a green umbrella, Ping Huaizhen rushed to the mansion and saw that the light rain had not stopped, and there was someone sleeping profusely on the stone table under the pavilion in the courtyard.

The aftertaste of alcohol still surrounds the whole body, and in the pleasant climate, the face of this person who has never sweated a lot turned a little flushed.Ping Huaizhen secretly felt worried, not knowing how Li Qingjue had spent the past few days, regretting that she had come late.

As he got closer, the person in front of him was not disturbed, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, his lips murmured unintelligible words, and the shawl fell slightly tremblingly to the ground.

Ping Huaizhen sighed silently, and raised his sleeve to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, but Li Qingjue suddenly woke up, clutching his vermilion robe tightly.

At dusk, Ping Huaizhen stood with the backlight, Li Qingjue Fang woke up from a dream beside the table, and was in a hazy drunkenness, couldn't see him clearly for a while, thinking that he was still the lonely boy who was not as young as before.

After a while, the thoughts in those eyes gradually became clear.

Ping Huaizhen squatted on the bed, afraid of disturbing him, asked in a low voice: "What did you dream about again?"

The words were softer and heavier than the sound of wind and rain, and Li Qingjue could hardly hear them clearly.

"It's nothing." He replied briefly, seeing a wry smile on Ping Huaizhen's lips.

However, these three words are not perfunctory, but I just don't know how to answer them.Li Qingjue hadn't seen him for a few days, and he was already thinking about him. In the past, when he was young and frivolous, he dared to tell him "I don't see you for a day, I miss you like crazy", but now no matter how much I think about it, I have to suppress it all in my heart.

The two looked at each other silently under the pavilion, and the thin rain fell to the ground, making noise and ear-piercing.

Ping Huaizhen slowly stood up and reached for his hand, Li Qingjue was stunned for a moment, then covered his hand for a while, before he could repent, he was firmly held, and they walked back to the room under the same umbrella with him.

That night Ping Huaizhen stayed overnight, and he was not allowed to go to the study again, and coaxed him to sleep together in the dormitory.

It can't be regarded as melting the ice, but Ping Huaizhen knows that Li Qingjue's heart has softened, it's just that his thoughts are too heavy and imprisoned in him.But this body is not free, it is only a few words from him that can release the bondage, if Li Qingjuan really wants to let go of his grievances and knots, there is still a lack of opportunity.

This opportunity is a matter of time and matter.

At that time, when he let go of the country, the matter... When the He family was wronged, it became clear to the world.

In the past, being a prince was really involuntary. You can't let traitors take power, let alone let your relatives be slaughtered, so you have been doing this for decades without hesitation.

So far, I have gained a lot and lost a lot, but when the dust has settled, it is time to end.

Ping Huaizhen had his own plan, and he didn't let Li Qingjue know about it before it happened, so he just told Jiang Chang to do it himself, and went to the folks to find someone for him...

With the arrival of early summer, jasmine blooms in spring, and the fragrance fills the palace walls.

The imperial dining room worked diligently, picking tender pistils to refine honey when the buds first bloomed, and ingeniously steamed the first dish of Jasmine Cake in Lixia.

Ping Huaizhen summoned Li Qingjue to the palace, unwilling to compete for right and wrong in the eyes of others, and miss each other in the unhappiness in vain. Instead of wasting time, it is better for him to reconcile.

Here the holy metaphor was passed on to the mansion, but Li Qingjue did not refuse, tied his hair into a crown, wore an official uniform, smelled the elegant fragrance of jasmine, and entered the palace deliberately, arriving late.After arriving at the imperial study, seeing Ping Huaizhen waiting for this for a long time without being annoyed, he called him from behind the case with a smile in his eyes, as if all the bad things from the past had disappeared into nothingness, and interrupted his greeting with a low smile.

"Qingjue, come here."

Li Qingjue paused indistinctly, from words and deeds to the side of the book case.

The table was laid out with clean white rice paper, Ping Huaizhen poured down the first bit of ink, fainting out the lush old trees, flowing clouds and flowing water, the pen and ink were in a horizontal posture, and then handed over the pen.He took it in his hand, and for some reason sporadic old scenes emerged in his mind, and he drew the outline of the bank of the idle bridge, and the expression on his face became more and more stunned, as if he had remembered something.

Waiting to stop, Ping Huaizhen took out the brush again, and the rest of the scroll was completed in one go, with vivid children leaping onto the paper.Li Qingjue found it very familiar, and saw that he took a scroll of old paintings from the side and unfolded it. In an instant, the warmth and fun of childhood came surging, like a huge wave destroying the emotions in his mind.

That year, the young son of the He family accompanied the prince to play in the lotus pond of the imperial garden. The naughty child didn't know how to be quiet, and laughed and knocked over the boat, leaving him in a mess.The Empress Prince was suffering from the cold, and felt sorry for him and refused to let his little companion enter the palace as a companion. However, he was worried and still sneaked in, so he lay side by side with her in front of the desk to draw a picture of swimming.

Now Ping Huaizhen brought up the old story again, reshaping the scene in front of his eyes, the two are so similar in comparison.

The ink of the new painting is still wet, and the painting technique is exquisite, and the view of the pool in the imperial garden is almost unreal; the ink marks of the old painting have been traced for many years, and the brushstrokes are immature, which contrasts with the childlike fun beyond words.

Ping Huaizhen wrote a few words vigorously in a corner of the new painting: Nian and Jinyi fell into the water.

As the dream opened, Li Qingjue's frost disintegrated, his expression became loose, and he stared at the picture scroll for a long time with complex emotions in his eyes.

At an unknown time, a human voice came from outside the curtain: "Your Majesty, Moxiang Cake is here from the Imperial Dining Room."

Ping Huai allowed people to enter, and the maid followed the sound and raised the curtain, put the white jade dish with delicate snacks and clear water under it, and walked away.He went to the window to wash his hands with clear water, returned to the table, picked up a small piece of pastry and brought it to Li Qingjue's mouth.

"Eunuch Jiang said just now that this is the first dish of Jasmine Cake in summer. Come and taste it."

Li Qingjue couldn't refuse it, so he ate it with his hand, and a sweet scent came over his face, and he asked again: "Is it sweeter than peach blossom candy?"

Having not tasted peach blossom candy for many years, Li Qingjue almost forgot what it tasted like, but still shook his head: "Peach blossom candy is sweeter."

Hearing the words, Ping Huaizhen raised his hand to wipe the crumbs of pastry from his lips with his fingertips, did not ask any further questions, but just looked at him, his gaze made him nowhere to hide, and unexpectedly took half a step back.

Ping Huaizhen bullied her forward, and suddenly changed to a coercive title: "I repeat, there will be no one in my harem. If you still insist on your own opinion and insist on me being the queen, I will make you alone."

Li Qingjue bowed his head and stepped back, Ping Huaizhen reached out his hand in time to stop him, clasping his palms tightly around his waist, even though he didn't want to listen anymore, he still said all the thoughts in his heart: "Qingjue, you want me not to ask for a harem but only for someone of my heart , or marry a man and tell the world, you choose yourself."

Li Qingjue listened in vain, his chest couldn't help jumping, he seemed to be suffocated in his lungs, his eyes were red, he looked up at him after a while, and asked himself mockingly: "Is there a choice?"

"I'm not forcing you."

"Then if it is chosen by the emperor, can you choose a minister to be a sycophant for a lifetime?"

Ping Huaizhen was extremely helpless, and sighed softly: "I shouldn't choose you as a courtier, I should choose a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and hide you so that no one can see it. I can't hear you say anything."

Li Qingjue smiled wryly.

Forget it, things have come to this point, if it is difficult for Ping Huaizhen to die well, then he will taste the evil consequences with him, and fall into the purgatory of the world with him.

"Qingjue, answer me."

"Okay, I won't mention it any more."

Ping Huaizhen slowly let out a long breath that had been suppressed for several days, hugged him for a long time, and kissed him lightly on the brow.