Huaibi

The wind and flowers rolled up the fine snow, and when the door was closed, they poured into the study for a while, and then melted away by the warmth in the blink of an eye, without a trace.He Jinyi patted his shoulder, waved away the wet mist, and greeted the inner room.

He Bingrong behind the desk nodded and responded, raised his eyes and saw that he was covered in mist, and remembered that he had just been ill a few days ago, so he couldn't help expressing concern: "It's snowing outside, why don't you come here with an umbrella?"

"Xuexiao, it's okay."

There is a pot of light tea on the corner of the table, and the spout of the water smoke is swirling lightly. Not long after it was newly brewed, He Jinyi gave his father a reassuring smile, filled the cup for him with tea, and asked, "Father found the child, but it was because of He Renyuan. ?”

"Exactly." He Bingrong was comforted by the parent-child sharing during the trouble.

The recent events have worried him for a long time, whether to intervene or not, he has always been hesitant to decide.

From the beginning of this matter, He Bingrong was supposed to have nothing to do with him, until He Renyuan was escorted to Beijing, and after investigation, it was found out that this person was recommended by Chen Zhihe, Minister of Industry of the North Korean Central Committee.

Chen Zhihe was an upright person, good at recommending talents, and he had been in the court for more than ten years, all his heart and soul were devoted to the prosperity of the country and the prosperity of the people.He Bingrong didn't have much contact with him, but he always admired him very much. He understood that if Chen Zhihe was deeply involved in this incident, it would be a loss to his family and country.That's why He Bingrong is also credible. He Renyuan can be favored by Chen Zhihe, so how can he be a villain who is greedy for money and profit.

It's a pity that the evidence of the crime is conclusive, and this party's trap has been set up to a dead end.The current plan is to try my best to preserve Chen Zhihe.The reason why he is hesitant right now is because he can't bear to see good ministers fall, and he is afraid of being covered in fishy smells, if the whole body is affected at that time, it will be in danger of causing disaster to the overall situation.

He Bingrong thought hard all night and couldn't understand it, knowing that He Jinyi was also concerned about it, so he called him to discuss countermeasures.

He Jinyi thought about it for a while, and felt that Chen Zhihe had disagreed with Liu Yin's political views. If he ignored it, but Liu Yin was a person, in order to eliminate dissidents, he would definitely try every means to teach Chen Zhihe to be guilty of covering up, and at that time, he would be dismissed from office. Exile, at worst, will make their lives hard to save. All in all, they are not willing to let it go easily.

He is so similar to He Bingrong, he can't bear it both publically and privately, and he really can't stand by and watch a righteous person suffer unfair injustice.What's more, He Jinyi thinks that if a good minister is wronged, it will be the loss of peace.

Although it is said that under the chaos, the way to survive is to be wise and protect oneself, but this time, doing a little bit of human affairs is nothing more than lifting a finger.He Jinyi told He Bingrong all the balance in his heart, and said seriously: "The matter of the military salary has nothing to do with the He family. Besides, my father has already cut all the thorns around him, and he is frank and innocent. It is not difficult to extend a helping hand to Mr. Chen." The child thought that the father should have made up his mind."

He Bingrong couldn't help shaking his head and sighing after being told the truth.

Just as He Jinyi said, the balance in his heart has already tilted, if he doesn't help, it may lead to unrest for the rest of his life.

Chen Zhihe was born as a literati, and there was always a bit of aloofness in his temperament that he couldn't get rid of. Seeing the crisis, he never asked him for help.But the virtuous wife in the family didn't want to sit and wait for death. Mrs. Chen stayed on the street this morning and blew the winter snow for an entire hour, just waiting for Li Ruyin to open this embarrassing mouth for her husband.

At court time, Li Ruyin went out with her young daughter, and the carriage was stopped on the street.She lifted the curtain and leaned over, and saw a gentle and delicately dressed young woman, whose appearance was somewhat familiar, and she recognized it as Mrs. Chen's wife after a trance.

Li Ruyin hurriedly left her daughter in the car, greeted her to get out of the car, and led Mrs. Chen to the eaves beside the road, fearing that she would freeze to death after waiting for a long time, so she kindly handed over the stove in her hand.However, Mrs. Chen waved her head away and did not wait for her to ask Yingying to bow first: "Mrs. Li, this concubine has taken the liberty of disturbing me this time. I also ask my wife to show mercy and relieve my husband's crisis."

Li Ruyin had already heard about the affairs of the imperial court, so she sighed deeply when she knew what she was asking for.

Even if women and Taoists meet, they are afraid of being looked at by interested people in broad daylight. It is inconvenient for the two of them to have a long talk, so they leave with a few words.Li Ruyin failed to promise her, but after returning home, Ruyan told the matter to He Bingrong who had returned from the next dynasty.

He Bingrong frowned, and took a sip of tea to refresh himself.

When the teacup was bottomed out, He Jinyi refilled it for him. After hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I was interested in it, but I met someone asking for help. Guess my child, my father will eventually help."

He Bingrong laughed helplessly.

"I am determined to supervise this case," he nodded after a long time, "This matter must not be handed over to the Ministry of Punishment."

Before Xiaoxue rested, He Jinyi left the study with the green umbrella that He Bingrong gave him in his hand.

Fine flakes of snow fell on the surface of the umbrella, he stretched out his hand, took a few flakes and melted them in his palm, and thought with a smile, his father's conscience could be said to be at ease, and so was he.

I want to go back to the hospital with an umbrella, make some adjustments, get off the carriage and go to the palace.

The Palace of Xu'an is as elegant as before, I have been waiting for him for a long time, and I know him a lot, I guess he arrived late today and did not tell anyone that he is leaving, he probably went to discuss matters in the court with He Bingrong.

As he expected, after He Jinyi entered the palace, he informed him of the matter in time, and he nodded repeatedly: "Now in court, I also feel that Liu Yin has bad intentions, so it would be best to pull Chen Zhihe out of the water. The power of the Ministry of Punishment has been completely owned by Liu Yin, and I think he intends to control the Six Departments in an attempt to take away your father's real power."

"Then according to what the prince said, Mr. Chen not only needs to be saved, but should be saved."

"Well," Ping Huaizhen said in a low voice with a look of resignation on his face, "Father has been on the throne for a long time, and as he gets older, he becomes more suspicious, and now he feels that preventing rape is more important than seeking talents. Liu Yin is also good at flattering and scheming, so Mr. Chen must not be able to compete with him."

"But I don't understand." He Jinyi felt a suffocation in his chest, "Master Chen and Liu Yin have no personal grudges. It is common for the court to disagree with political opinions. Is it possible that just because you don't associate with him, you will be punished?" He cheated?"

"Isn't that enough reason? A useless person is nothing more than a weed to him."

He Jinyi showed unwillingness.

Ping Huaizhen saw that he was becoming more and more unhappy, so she stopped and stopped talking. In short, she will be able to keep Chen Zhihe by following the steps.That being the case, why bother to make He Jinyi think about it all the time, it's a bad mood.

He smiled and wrapped He Jinyi's hands together and kissed him, and led him to the desk, as if he hadn't talked about anything else just now, pointing to the two ink paintings and said relaxedly: "Look."

The picture scroll is fully unfolded, the ink has dried, and the brushstrokes can be seen to be immature, and one can tell that it is from the hands of young children.As expected, He Jinyi was distracted, turned his head to look, and listened to Ping Huaizhen's interesting question: "You are late this morning, I have nothing to do, and I went around half a circle in Wencui Hall, and saw the bag in the master's hand. I bought a bunch of scrolls, and I begged for a scroll from them. In addition to the scroll I had in my hand, Jin Yi couldn't help guessing, which two are it?"

He Jinyi was full of interest, a smile appeared on his lips, and he pondered carefully.

Both are landscape pictures, but the styles on the paper are very different, completely different.

The one on the left has a more majestic appearance, with a free and easy atmosphere. When you look closely, you can see that there are marching soldiers and horses between the winding and winding mountain roads, with banners and flags flying, and they will not fall against the wind; the one on the right is suddenly graceful, with small bridges and flowing water accompanying people. , the green mountains are faint and the white clouds are slanting, and the leisure is all in the pen.

He Jinyi was confident, pointed to the left and said "Rui and Wang Shizi", and then pointed to the right and said "Chengyuan Wang Shizi".

Convinced, Ping Huaizhen cupped his hands and said, "Jin Yi is still the best."

He Jinyi laughed lowly, and confessed to him: "Actually, I have seen this picture of Prince Chengyuan's son earlier. It was painted by the son to celebrate your birthday. Think about the inside of Wencui Hall, which will make you miss it." In other words, there are only Rui and Wang Shizi."

"That's still Jin Yi's strength. Others are not as smart as you, so they can't guess who I like and who I don't like in Wen Cui Palace."

He Jinyi let him boast for a while, and he was flattered and humiliated by his mouth, so he asked again: "Why does the prince want to compare these two paintings?"

"Because it's interesting," Ping Huaizhen put his hand behind him and embraced him, hugging him a few inches closer and said intimately, "I love these two younger brothers the most. The princes of every family are not close to me, but they are the only ones who love me more." Wishing me to be an elder brother instead of a prince, so it is inevitable that I am interested. Originally, I was just curious today, wanting to see if Feiqing's painting skills have improved, but I didn't expect to think of the painting of Xiya when I saw it. The temperament of it can be seen at a glance."

"Exactly, Rui and Wang Shizi do have feelings for the battlefield."

Once upon a time in the martial arts field, He Jinyi saw Ping Feiqing's spear on horseback with his own eyes. At that time, the child was very immature. Fang just learned to hold the gun, and stared at his fearless eyes, holding the reins tightly and galloping forward. The gun cut through the chests of the two straw figures.

He Jinyi felt ashamed, at that time he already felt that Ping Feiqing was different, and after ten years, he would definitely be a hero.

He collected the memories, and said with a smile to the other: "But speaking of it, Prince Chengyuan's son is the most enviable."

"How to say?"

He Jinyi touched the smoke from the mountains and rivers, "His eyes are filled with the warmth of heaven and earth."

Just one sentence, Ping Huaizhen understood.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, not as good as a hut; the beautiful world is not as good as the fireworks in the world.

Even though the power is in hand, he does not fight or grab it; he is full of talent, but restrains his brilliance.

When Pingxiya was ignorant, he grasped the truth that some people spend their entire lives unable to comprehend.Maybe he didn't do it unintentionally, but it's just his nature that makes him feel the most valuable.

Ping Huaizhen has always had a feeling for the word "envy" that He Jinyi said, and he once dreamed that one day he could be like this cousin, free from fatigue and do whatever he wants.But things didn't go as expected, since the day he was born, he was destined to carve a bloody path on this thorny road.

Fortunately, there is still He Jinyi by his side.

Ping Huaizhen bowed his head slightly, tilting his head to kiss the side of the neck of the person beside him.That patch of skin turned red in an instant, and He Jinyi's ears felt hot. What he said just now was completely forgotten for a moment.

The doors and windows were tightly closed, no one disturbed him, Ping Huai was unscrupulous, hugging him tighter and tighter, kissing him for a long time, always remembering to paint the house, comfortably hidden in the mountains and rivers, I don't know that people in it can feel at ease like a fairy.

He only wished that he could go back like this with He Jinyi in his lifetime.

The room was quiet, and after a long while there was a soft knock on the table leg, it was He Jinyi who was out of breath, and took half a step back.Ping Huaizhen supported him with a smile, pressed his forehead together, and asked in a low voice: "Jin Yi won't be coming back tonight..."

He Jinyi's face was on fire, she closed her eyes, listened to his question over and over again, finally couldn't resist, and nodded to him.

Ping Huaizhen was extremely happy, and now he was a bit overwhelmed. Thinking of the "Yu Lang" he called out in the curtain a month ago, he just wanted to hear it again tonight, so that he could call out "Yu Lang" when he was intimate. Give him the word.

Qing Lianzhuoyu, a gentleman is like the wind, it is the unique Qingjue in the world.