Huaibi

Li Qingjue woke up from his memories.

It was getting late outside the corridor, the cool wind was blowing on the window sill, and the shadows of the trees in the yard were full of shadows, like ghosts in the dark night and light rain.The candles in the room hit a figure on the wall, he turned his head to look, and saw that figure seemed to be staring at him.

Li Qingjue saw off the guests in a low voice: "It's time for the emperor to return to the palace to rest."

There was silence in the room, and after a while Ping Huaizhen shook his head and said: "I will rest here tonight."

Li Qingjue smiled wryly in his heart, but he was already used to it.

When he was the emperor, he often stayed in the residence of his courtiers, Li Qingjue could also predict what the world would say.

The sound of the wind and rain did not stop, Li Qingjue closed the window to block the slightest bit of cold wind, turned around and went out of the bedroom: "It's still raining, the emperor doesn't want to leave, that's all, I go to the study."

After Fang took two steps, his arms were clenched. He turned his head to meet Shang Ping Huaizhen's struggling eyes, and he gritted his teeth when he heard his question: "Are you so unwilling to face me?"

Li Qingjue was speechless for a while, but after a moment of silence, Ping Huaizhen seemed to have grasped his impatience, suddenly slowed down his tone, and his palms loosened his strength, and asked almost beggingly: "Stay here? Qingjue..."

Li Qingjue looked at him with eyes like black ink, but Ping Huaizhen clenched his arm slightly, so he had no choice but to say: "I call someone to bring water."

Only then did Ping Huaizhen let him go.

The emperor, who had always been calm and calm, was shocked at this moment, which was no different from when he made a mistake when he was young. There was self-blame in his annoyance, but now he felt a little more pain.

Li Qingjue didn't want to think about it, so he went to the corridor and called a maid to boil water.Fu, the girl in the courtyard, responded, not daring to ask more questions, as if she was used to this unusual scene, and no one dared to reveal anything about this to outsiders.

However, it seems that there is no wind, but Li Qingjue knows very well that the words about him "serving the emperor with color" have grown quietly in the past two years, and suddenly spread to the ears of the court.Li Qingjue didn't care about it, because no one wronged him, and he couldn't care about it. If he didn't know the truth about being in his position, he might not know what it would be like to be impeached by those people.

It was a cool night, accompanied by light rain outside the house, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the clear water in the copper basin being stirred.

Li Qingjue blew out the lamp, changed clothes and went to bed, fell asleep facing the wall, and spread out the rest of the mat.A few moments later someone was lying down, and the bed curtain was drawn down to get closer to him.

A deep sigh suddenly appeared in the darkness: "I'm most afraid that you won't talk to me."

Li Qingjue closed his eyes tightly, and Ping Huaizhen's childhood appeared in his mind. He remembered that he was very naughty at that time, and he took him to play in the pool of the imperial garden, and accidentally caused him to fall into the water.Li Qingjue didn't know how to swim yet, and after being rescued ashore, he shivered all over, unable to tell whether he was shocked or cold.Ping Huaizhen, who was full of remorse, was anxious to get people to boil water for him to bathe, while hugging him tightly and chattering endlessly: "Jin Yi Jin Yi, it's all my fault, don't ignore me..."

At that time Li Qingjue thought, as long as he didn't drown, he would never ignore Ping Huaizhen.

His body was suddenly embraced from behind, and Ping Huaizhen held him in his arms through the quilt, and whispered before he struggled: "Qingjue, let me hug you for a while."

Li Qingjue froze as the appeal lightly fell into his ears, his stiff limbs relaxed slowly, and he did not refuse as before.Ping Huaizhen leaned forward and took a deep breath on the back of his neck, but it was limited to this, for fear of making him unhappy.

"After all these years, I still think you know me best."

A vague sigh brushed against the pillow, Li Qingjue only pretended that he was asleep and never opened his eyes.However, these words refused to dissipate like a curse, disturbing his dreams all night.

In fact, why don't you understand it, but it is difficult to face it.

He and Ping Huaizhen have been on this road for more than [-] years, regardless of the wind and rain, never looking back, just looking forward to the dark will of the willows and flowers, just like looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst, letting blood and sweat pour out, regardless of the cost.It wasn't until the clouds opened and the rain came, but he still tried his best not to be clean, only then did he realize that the so-called Blossoming Realm was nothing but a mirage.

No regrets or no regrets, but it's a pity that a sentence of red bayberry is sour and tasteless.

But as of now, everything is a foregone conclusion.

Ping Huaizhen ascended the throne as the emperor as he wished, and controlled the life and death of the world. Since this is the case, he hopes that the prosperity will continue and the country will last forever.

Recently, the courtiers have played one after another, with sincere words, asking Emperor Yanshou to accept the harem and choose a worthy man to be his empress. Li Qingjue naturally understands the reason.Since ancient times, a country cannot be without a queen, let alone a reserve, and Ping Huaizhen has been on the throne for two years, and has neither concubines nor children in the harem.

He is not afraid of courtiers' criticism, but he is only afraid that Ping Huaizhen will rarely die well.

Li Qingjue couldn't stand idly by, but Ping Huaizhen always ignored it, blindly evading it, and if he was forced hard, he would ask the person who came to advise him coldly: "Aiqing thinks that I am old, and I am anxious to worry about the dragon's heir for me. ?”

In this way, the minister was so startled that he knelt down on the ground, apologizing in every possible way: "My minister is terrified, the emperor is in his prime, long live, long live, long live!"

"Let's go back."

Ping Huaizhen sent people away and made them stop in the courtyard, but no one was seen, but Li Qingjue who couldn't be stopped was missed.

As soon as Li Qingjue walked into the imperial study in his official uniform, the people who were so close to him suddenly bent down and knelt down, and Yu Pinghuaizhen's astonished eyes spoke to each other: "The Fengyi Palace has been empty for a long time, I invite the emperor to choose a worthy queen."

Ping Huaizhen looked at him, his eyes were howling like the wind, sweeping his fury into it, it took him a long time to finally calm down, the pen holder in his hand was pounding the rice paper hard, and the hair had already been damaged.

"Can you say that again."

Li Qingjue said calmly, "The emperor please stand as queen."

Ping Huaizhen put down the pen heavily, flung his sleeves and walked out, leaving Li Qingjue looking down at the ground. Since that day, the two sides have been in a stalemate.

But in the end, Ping Huaizhen came to him first.

Li Qingjue felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle. Hearing the slow breathing of the person behind him, he slowly covered the hand in front of him, unable to sleep all night.

When Yinshi arrived, people came to the dormitory.

The crimson carriage stood silently outside the courtyard, and only one eunuch bowed and walked through the corridor to the window and tapped a few times.Ping Huaizhen moved his fingers, and Li Qingjue hurriedly moved his hand away, pretending to be in a deep sleep.

The sound of knocking on the window came again, Ping Huaizhen woke up, fearing that the eunuchs outside the house would disturb Li Qingjue again, and replied in a low voice: "Get up."

The rustling of clothes rang slightly in the middle of the night for a moment, Ping Huaizhen did not light the lamp, took advantage of the thin light of Xiaoyue to straighten her clothes and returned to the bedside, leaned over and kissed under the corner of Li Qingjue's lips.Li Qingjue shuddered suddenly, but fortunately Ping Huaizhen didn't stop at it, and immediately got up and left without noticing anything unusual.

The door of the room was closed, and the sky was not yet bright. Li Qingjue heard the sound of a pair of footsteps going away in the courtyard. When he opened his eyes, it was still dark.

The front hall has a court every three days, and there is no court today, Ping Huaizhen didn't have to get up too early, but he knew that Li Qingjue cared, so he had to pretend to go back to the palace in the dark night when there was no one around, to show his "innocence".Even though many idlers know it well, as long as he deliberately conceals the king's secrets, who would dare to speak more openly.

Ping Huaizhen closed his eyes and meditated in the frame, his body swayed lightly, his left hand covered the back of the other hand, the remaining warmth was still there, and the warmth was bitter and sweet in his heart.

His Li Qingjue, duplicity, insincere, less honest than when he was a child.

When He Jinyi was young, he kept talking about "Brother Prince", always talking about his liking, always afraid that he would not be able to see him, and whenever he came to the palace, he would stick to him very tightly.Later, Li Qingjue and He Jinyi were different, and Ping Huaizhen couldn't absolve himself of the blame. If it wasn't for him, Li Qingjue would have lived a happier life than he is now.

But no matter how hard Li Qingjue was, he always had him in his heart, which was the confidence he held tightly.

After choosing a virtuous person, if a woman really sits in the Yanshou Dynasty, how Li Qingjue will deal with himself, and what embarrassing situation he will fall into, I am afraid that Ping Huaizhen knows better than himself.Ping Huaizhen has worked hard to plan since he was a teenager, and managed to keep the harem empty, so how could he waste all his past efforts because of the sentence "a country cannot have no descendants".

Li Qingjue was stubborn, and Ping Huaizhen could be even more stubborn. The two had been entangled for a long time, and he didn't mind a few more years, as long as Li Qingjue could let go of it at the end of the matter.

The wheels were rolling, Ping Huaizhen pressed the center of his eyebrows, opened the curtain and called the chief eunuch to him.Eunuch Jiang leaned close to him, and listened carefully to his explanation while walking closely.

"Find someone for me."

Eunuch Jiang let out a "嗻" first, just waiting for the emperor to say something later, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, he raised his head in doubt, met Shang Pinghuai's dark eyes, and lowered his head again in shock.

"Look up and see clearly."

"Hey." Eunuch Jiang looked at him again.

The dim light of the moon covered Ping Huaizhen's face, which was not clear enough. With the light of the candlelight in the cage, Eunuch Jiang finally understood Ping Huaizhen's silent lips. .

"Find him for me."

Cold sweat slid down from the corner of his forehead, Eunuch Jiang forced himself to remain calm, dragging his limp legs, he agreed to do so in fear.

Ping Huaizhen put down the car curtain, closed his eyes again, let go of thousands of thoughts, and all the thoughts in his mind became Li Qingjue again, inadvertently recalling the old things that the two experienced a few years ago.

Memories are indelible.