Huaibi

Li Qingjue was extremely surprised, and knew Ping Huaizhen's plan without asking.

The old events of the past are vivid in my mind, thinking back then that the sixth prince Ping Huaihao was about to lose, and Emperor Hongxuan ordered to arrest the rebels and bring them to justice, and the youngest son was nowhere to be found among his family members.At that time, the whereabouts of this son Ping Huaizhen was by no means impossible to grasp, it was just because he thought about his ignorance and didn't want to kill them all.

However, looking back before his eyes, Li Qingjue suddenly realized that it was true that Ping Huaizhen could not bear it, and it was also true that he had a backup.

Ping Huaizhen has long-term considerations, since she has long intended not to marry, why not plan carefully for her successor?

But there are so many royal relatives, it is not rare to be young and old, so why this one?

Li Qingjue felt scruples in his heart, and the sound of his chest pounding from the joint of his palms spread to Pinghuai's blood, and he said in a puzzled way: "The son of Prince Li is twelve years old, intelligent, quick-witted, and full of knowledge; the son of Prince Gong is thirteen years old, and he has just begun to take shape." The heroic appearance is the talent of a general; there are also princes under Ying and Duan, the young ones are no more than children, the emperor can choose from many people, why bother to find this son alone?"

Ping Huaizhen didn't blame him for being confused, and answered him patiently: "You also know that what you just said is the son of the prince. The princes and I have the same root and blood. In the past, we didn't fight because we couldn't fight. Now they are all in the fief. If you can Life is safe and sound, and it is the most worry-free for me and myself. Vice versa, if I choose one of my nephews to succeed me as the crown prince, it will undoubtedly cause a lot of trouble. How can the chosen nephew avoid others? Calculating, smooth and safe? How can we not share the same spirit with our biological parents and exchange benefits?"

Li Qingjue was stopped by him, knowing that what he said was all right.

People in the world don't worry about being few but suffering about inequality. It is hard to find a way to have fewer desires. The emperor of the dynasty needs to not favor any family so that the princes can avoid jealousy and hatred.

Therefore, Ping Huaizhen wanted a "parent-child", like he was taken into the palace by Emperor Hongxuan frankly, and his birth mother was named "Jing", and he sat on the throne for many years, and no one was hostage to his birth status.He wanted to learn from Emperor Hongxuan's move and find this son to give him a new life, so that he would never have anything to do with the sixth prince from now on.

This is madness, but it is a slanted sword, with the least worries.

Li Qingjue gradually suppressed the grievances in his heart, pondered for a while to persuade him, and then asked again: "That child is now three years old. Although he is very ignorant, he is not completely ignorant. You may conclude that he does not know life experience?"

"I don't dare to say that." Ping Huaizhen replied truthfully, the son was entrusted to a farm family by his mother on the way to escape, and the situation was urgent at that time, and there was no way to find out whether there was a report and his life experience.He only knew that the peasant couple didn't look like a city mansion, and Jiang Chang didn't find any heretics when he sent people to investigate, so maybe he really didn't know about it.

And Li Qingjue asked this question because of his meticulousness, and he could have guessed that it was only a one or three-year-old child. Even if the person who adopted him knew the secret, he would not have told him early.

Then what about the future?

In the future, things are impermanent, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

Li Qingjue suddenly had a cruel thought in his heart, as fleeting as a lightning flash in the night, and then he felt cold all over his body, wondering when he would become violent.

He closed his eyes without uttering a word, and calmed down the concussion in his head secretly. Not long after, Wen Ping Huaizhen said frankly: "When Jiang Chang reported this son's whereabouts, I asked myself, if the father would choose... Know the result of this question."

Li Qingjue opened his eyes.

Liangyue spread out the secluded courtyard, with a half-round jade plate in the bottom of her flat eyes, with light and dark intertwined on her face: "Father is the emperor, you can kill by mistake, and you can't miss it."

Li Qingjue suffocated for breath, as if an ice spring had flowed over his body.

But in the next moment, I heard him say again: "But I don't want to, so even though I dare not assert it, I would rather believe it."

When these words fell to the ground, Li Qingjue's muscles and bones were immediately relieved.

Ping Huaizhen seemed to have sensed something, let go of the hand he held for a long time, reached behind his back and patted him for a long time, smiled softly and said sincerely with him: "I thought about it carefully on the way here, even if I have to spend my whole life It's good that he is safe in his eyes, there are many people's ideas in this world, which is better than killing innocent people indiscriminately."

Li Qingjue didn't know whether he was relieved or not, he had mixed feelings in his heart, as if he could see his own reflection in his words, he nodded very slowly in response.

Ping Huaizhen bowed her head and kissed him lightly, then asked again: "Then, this child, I will send someone tomorrow to bring him to the palace?"

"If everything is in detail, you can decide."

"Everything is prepared in detail, the only thing I have to ask you."

"what?"

Ping Huaizhen said with a smile: "There is a prince and Taifu missing."

The words came out but there was silence, Li Qingjue understood it on his own, he was a little stunned at first, but after a while he laughed slowly and nodded in response.

Forget it, just accompany him absurdly, and teach the people in the court to stare, how does a courtier teach the new king of the future...

It's night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Not long after, one day when the twilight was coming to an end, a carriage came back from outside Beijing, which shocked everyone in the world.

The most amazing thing in the second year of Yanshou was that the unmarried emperor suddenly had an extra son out of thin air.

This son is three years old, and backtracking, it should be the bloodline born when the emperor was still the crown prince.And who is the birth mother of this rare bloodline, and when did it come to the palace until today? These are all the fog that surrounds the hearts of the world, and it is hard to get rid of it, and it is unclear.

Ping Huaizhen issued a decree to the court, which caught all the officials by surprise. All the officials knew that the emperor had been in love with a deceased woman for many years, so they met the prince and came to the court.The little child sat firmly on the emperor's lap with his curious black eyes blinking, and turned his head to look out of the wide open palace door, his eyes were filled with the golden light of the rising sun.

His Highness Qianqing didn't know who knocked first, then the official clothes rustled one after another, and the sound of "Thousands of Years" rang in the ears.

The ministers recalled all kinds of curtains when Pinghuai was entrusting the crown prince, and they were afraid that half of them would accidentally rebel against the dragon scales. They thought that it would be great joy for the emperor to have an heir, so thousands of doubts swallowed back their stomachs, and there were no violations of the etiquette. Don't worry about it, just respectfully agree.

When the court dispersed and the people thinned out, only scattered gossip spread faintly.

The daring ones walked side by side behind the court, conversing a few words in secret, trying to figure out whether this son is indeed of the blood of the real dragon.Shi Ran, who heard it, stepped forward, thought and answered: "The emperor is willing to admit it, but it is not true; the emperor does not recognize it, so it is not true."

The questioner was enlightened: "The country is solid, what is the difference between yes and no?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, before the end of the laugh, they looked back in surprise and saw Zhao Keyang thoughtful not far behind, seeming to have listened to the entire conversation verbatim, immediately embarrassed, greeted a few words in a hurry leave.

Zhao Keyang's pace gradually slowed down, looking at the backs of his colleagues in the distance, he realized some truth from those words.Thinking that the Empress Dowager and Ping Huaizhen are not related by blood, but this relationship has been true for many years, there is really no difference between yes and no.

Up to this point, he still couldn't let it go, but finally felt that there was no need to forcefully intervene, after all, the situation in the world was his destiny.

The sky curls and stretches the stratus clouds, and the sun shines like a sword.

After the early court was over, the Qianqing Hall was quite quiet.

Ping Huaizhen still did not leave, so the remaining people and their youngest son were repatriated to sit on the dragon chair together.This move was unconventional, it could even be said to be out of decency, but he did it deliberately this morning, all he did was to make everyone in the court know that the emperor's decision was decency.

Gentle palms caressed the soft hair on the top of the child's head. The child turned to look at him. When we first met yesterday, he was still timid and afraid of people. He didn't dare to get close at all. After getting along with him all night, he finally became somewhat dependent. He called out inarticulately: "Father..."

Ping Huaizhen nodded, and listened to the child's grievances: "I'm hungry."

The young child has never been innocent, and Ping Huaizhen found out that he was living in a very poor farm family. Although his adoptive parents took good care of him, they always favored his parents and children. The lack of food in the family often made him starve.Thinking about not sitting for a long time, she hugged him to stand up, went forward and said to him: "From now on in this palace, you will be the prince, and you will not suffer from lack of clothing and fasting. The fate of the Zhang family and you is over. Your surname is Ping, and your name is Yanqing. I hope that in your reign, Haiyan and Heqing will be prosperous."

The child didn't understand, frowning and wringing the hem of his clothes.

When people came from outside the hall, Li Qingjue left with the crowd, and now he turned back alone, stopped a few steps forward, and looked up at the two of them quietly.

Ping Huaizhen followed the sound and turned his head, walked down the steps, and left the hall with Li Qingjue with the child in his arms.

Occasionally, palace people came and went in the corridor, and they stopped far away and bowed to salute, keeping their eyes straight.

Li Qingjue didn't shy away from other people's gazes, but the children beside him were even more curious, blinking their watery eyes as they looked around along the way, and when they got tired of looking, they turned their eyes to his face, and called out "Fu Fu" obediently.

The morning breeze was blowing, and the clothes were close to the body, showing off the slender frame in Ping Huaizhen's arms. Although Li Qingjue had a deep feud with the sixth prince, he did not want to anger the youngest son, and sighed softly, "It's too thin."

The child couldn't hear the deep meaning, but he had a naive and childish voice, and he didn't know how to hear the gentleness in his words, so he stretched out his limp arms to him.

Li Qingjue smiled, reached out and took him into his arms, and walked forward with Ping Huaizhen, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

There is a long road ahead.