Huaibi

Ping Huaizhen walked out from Wenfu, the night wind swirled into his neck and it was icy cold, making him feel that winter was getting closer, he couldn't help but stretched out his hands to close his lapel, and then carefully wrapped a dark night robe and went back to the sedan chair , was sent back to the place where the carriage stopped outside Zhao's mansion.

It was quiet outside the mansion, the two dim yellow lanterns swayed with the wind but never went out, before Ping Huaizhen boarded the car, he raised his eyes to look at the quiet and safe gate of the mansion for a while, the wind and sea were calm, so no one noticed that the prince's carriage was staying here for a long time.

This is very good, he didn't know Zhao Keyang's half-sentence just now, and he didn't want to let him know his intentions, so apart from Wen Zhiyuan himself, Jiang Chang was the only insider.

The night was thick, broken stars were looming through the tilting car curtain, he raised a corner with his hand, half-closed his eyes, and put the bright star dots into the bottom of the dark eyes, seeing that star river seemed to dissolve a "good" and "" With the word "fierce", I kept thinking about Nafei, I don't know how long what I did tonight can delay.

Forget it, it's time to take one step at a time.

Ping Huaizhen lowered the curtain.

Recently, various factions in the arena have settled down a lot.

The matter of admonishing and accepting the sect earlier was now on the right track in the hands of Liu Yin.

In the leisurely world, the big sects that can be called the name are unwilling to get involved with the imperial court, but according to the imperial order, they havetily registered the case and dismissed the dispatch. Many small households scattered all over the country were very happy to hear this. They felt that after this move, they would have more support from the imperial court behind them.

Everything was exactly as Ping Huaizhen had foreseen in advance.

Liu Yin is ambitious, and he is never satisfied with supervision. If the big faction can't eat it, he secretly wants to eat this small faction. Seeing that most of the small faction leaders are very cooperative, he has a plan in mind, and decides to win over his heart. Over time, it will be subtle , Order it to be returned to the court.

If you can do it without hindrance, firstly, you will be able to win the reputation of Emperor Hongxuan, and you will be promoted, and your power will be more powerful; , It's like hiring a private soldier to secretly increase the strength of the sixth prince.

For every piece of chess, Liu Yin played towards the most advantageous place, but he didn't know that the whole chess game had already been planned by Ping Huaizhen.

Ping Huaizhen watched from the sidelines for the time being, walking in the palace, he became more and more unpredictable, with cold eyes and a smile on his lips, the jade bone mountain and river fan on his waist was heavy. It is heavy and light and delicate, which makes people dare not get close and find it difficult to fathom.

Only when he was in Xu'an Hall, did he fade away the fierce color between his eyebrows, and wrote to the south of the border in his free time, and said a few words to Li Qingjue, and a handful of lovesickness was written on the tip of the pen, dyed with the fragrance of ink and turned thin On the thin rice paper, I hate how slowly the sun and the moon change, and count the seemingly endless days. Every time I go back to the third watch in my dream, I always see my old friends.

Before you know it, season by season, year by year.

Flowers bloom and wither outside the palace walls, gathering and parting are like water flowing continuously, endlessly.

In the Li family in a village outside Beijing, the adopted son Li Ruining has grown into a clever kid, with a bamboo horse around the table, looking innocent and carefree.

Ping Huaizhen often visits in secret, Xiao Ruining doesn't know his identity, and when he sees him back, he smiles, knowing that it is the sweet Tangzier, who wobbles out with short legs, grabs the hem of his clothes Huhu greeted: "Uncle Lang came to see Ning'er again, where's Ning'er's peach blossom candied seeds?"

Ping Huaizhen bent down to pick him up, the soft bun had a bit of Li Qingjue's childhood image on his face, he couldn't help but pinch his hand and said: "You are greedy, your uncle was not like you before Gluttonous, beware of becoming a little chubby."

Little Ruining was pinched and giggled, and he pretended to be admonishing him, but she still didn't forget to bury it in the front of her chest and search carefully. From time to time, she could find out a sugar bag, and eagerly unfolded the paper bag and picked one into her mouth. She was so sweet that she squinted her eyes, only to remember to ask: "Uncle Lang always likes to talk about uncle, but where is uncle? Ning'er has never seen it..."

Ping Huaizhen carried him into the room, with a slight smile on her face, coaxing him to sit obediently at the small table with her, without answering.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, but it seems that they are rarely used. The inside of the inkstone is clean and there are no ink marks.

Most of the things in the house are purchased by Ping Huaizhen, the materials are high-quality, but the appearance is simple and unpretentious, so I don't worry that others in the village will see some weird clues.He studied the ink himself, and coaxed slowly: "Ning'er misses uncle, so uncle Lang will teach you how to write letters, how can you be with him?"

"Huixin?" Xiao Ruining turned his head and looked up at him.

Ping Huaizhen then made him step on her lap, a three-year-old child is only a tiny bit standing like this, such a small one is really pitiful.When he first met Li Qingjue, Li Qingjue was more than five years old. Now that he hadn't seen each other earlier, Li Qingjue should have been so lively and lovely.

The feeling of longing was beyond words, Ping Huaizhen placed a thin pen in Li Ruining's soft right hand, and wrapped it tightly with his generous palm.

"Ning'er was too young to know how to read, so she drew a picture and showed it to her uncle."

Xiao Ruining shook her head in distress: "Neither can painting, neither can Ning'er."

"Uncle Lang will teach you." Ping Huaizhen asked with a faint smile, "What would Ning'er want to draw for uncle to see?"

Although he said no, the child has a pure heart and always feels that everything is very interesting. Hearing him ask such a question, he immediately became imaginative and responded randomly: "Duckling, fly in the sky..."

Ping Huaizhen followed kindness like a stream, wrapped his hand extremely slowly, and landed crookedly on the rice paper.

Little Ruining was so amused by the teasing, she didn't use any strength in her hands, she ran along in the palm of Ping Huaizhen, her round eyes were fixed on the ugly duckling on the paper, and she never heard the faint low voice behind her. Sigh: "Your uncle misses you and loves you, don't let him down, just live a happy life..."

The black duckling spread its wings and took off.

The wind is light and the clouds are light outside, and the sunset is as fat as fat.

From time to time there were voices coming from outside, Chen Zhihe was half a step behind him, and after entering the room, he bowed down and worshiped.Xiao Ruining pursed his lips curiously, imitating his appearance and saluting, which caused Ping Huaizhen to laugh, and immediately said: "I said earlier that there are no monarchs and ministers here, Mr. Chen doesn't need to be too polite."

Chen Zhihe nodded when he heard the words, and here he only bowed slightly, and he never said a word of greeting, in fact, it is not considered polite, but it is the difference between the monarch and his ministers, always be at ease, and it must not be completely lost.

He didn't say a word, but sat down at the table, his eyes fell on Li Ruining's picture letter, he saw some warmth in his eyes, and then moved his eyes to Ping Huaizhen's face, waiting for him to ask.

The ink was not yet dry, Ping Huaizhen put down the pen holder, let the rice paper hang to dry, and coaxed Xiao Ruining to kneel down to play, seeing him pick up the bamboo horse and run to the yard again, he straightened his expression and told Chen Zhihe about today Early affairs in the court: "In recent months, there have been many affairs in the court and in the middle. The six ministries have been busy for a long time, especially the two ministries of industry and households. Today, the Ministry of Industry has reported the matter of repairing the northern city wall of Beijing. Manpower is scarce, and it is a good opportunity."

Chen Zhihe knew the good opportunity in his words, he pondered for a moment and replied: "The idle school supervised by Liu Yin has long existed in name only in Jianghu, but they use the name of the court to confuse the people, and they can choose a day to admonish them. Presumably the idle people are also happy Eat this imperial food."

"Okay," Ping Huaizhen was no different from what he thought, and guessed that Liu Yin also had this intention, so he gave him a push. At that time, all the recruiters will be under his control, and then the Ministry of Industry and Household Affairs will come forward to borrow people. , You can easily kill him by surprise, thinking about adding, "You don't back down when you are admonished, Liu Yin is insidious, and you have to fight with him to let him be wary."

"Of course, the crown prince can rest assured." Chen Zhihe understood it all and gave him relief.

That face is open-minded and without any confusion. The person who used to be alone in the court has done a lot for the guardian Chu Yizhi.Ping Huaizhen saw it clearly, and he also understood that Chen Zhihe had devoted himself to him, tracing back to the source, to repay the kindness of the He family.

People who know how to repay kindness are the most rare in the world.

The drawing paper was gradually drying, he picked it up with his hand, carefully folded it into his bosom, and stuck it to his chest through the unlined clothes, feeling soft in his heart, he just waited for the sky to get darker, so that he and Chen Zhihe could go back to Beijing at night.

The elms in the courtyard are as dense as before, Ping Huaizhen looked out quietly for a while, remembering that when Li Qingjue first came here, he looked up at the flowers and leaves for a long time, if he didn't know the dull pain in his heart, he looked like a picture of a fairy under a tree .

I haven't seen each other again for more than two years, I hope that the number of people will not be reduced, it will only make him feel distressed.

The evening sun slowly fell.

Rui Ning's adoptive father came back from the field, and his adoptive mother came in from the yard, she bent her eyes and said with a smile: "The two of you should have some porridge and side dishes here tonight."

When Ping Huaizhen heard the words and Chen Zhihe looked at each other, they both agreed, thank you, and heard the sound of the little baby jumping "da da" in his ears.

The door of the room is wide open, the field of vision is wide, the world is in the eyes, Ping Huaizhen relaxes his mind and looks far away, relaxing for a long time, gradually the aroma of porridge being cooked wafts into the room, lingering in his nose.

It is so elegant, there is no hustle and bustle in the capital, and there is no palace wall to disturb the eyes. This is the world.

Not long after, Xiao Ruining ran back into the room, Yingliang stared at him with wide eyes, pointed to the door behind her and said in a childish voice: "Uncle Lang, someone is here."

Ping Huaizhen then raised his eyes, but he didn't see anyone until a moment later, a thin figure covered the warm glow of the silver moon rising from the treetops, just like what he had seen many times in his dreams, appeared in his eyes little by little.