Huaibi

Ping Huaizhen was stunned for a long time, the thing in her chest almost jumped out, making her heart palpitate endlessly.

The people in the courtyard were exhausted from running around, dressed in the dusty appearance, only their eyes, which were as clear as black jade, were not stained by the dust, they held the reins in their hands to lead the horse forward, and stopped before the doorstep, and met him a few feet away. look at each other.

Ping Huai squinted his eyes, stood up very slowly, walked around the table and chairs, one step, another step, with every step, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he hugged him tightly in front of him.

That moment feels real, and after two or three years, the empty place of the soul is finally filled with three souls and seven souls.

The person in his arms was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe well, he was almost rubbed into his flesh and blood, he still refused to refuse, he only raised his hand to support his back and said in a low voice: "The minister is back."

Ping Huaizhen felt bitter when he heard the words, sometimes bursting with ecstasy, feeling that everything in the world was gone, only Li Qingjue, only Li Qingjue.

He hugged this person tightly and whispered softly at the side of his temple: "It will be good when you come back... You made me wait so hard."

Li Qingjue didn't say a word, and let him hug him wantonly, regardless of the other people around.

After quite a while, until Ruining's adoptive mother came over from the small kitchen at the side of the courtyard, Li Qingjue slowly let go of the scene, and pressed Ping Huaizhen's shoulder to push him away.

Li Qingjue turned around and saluted her, and said kindly, "Sister-in-law, are you here?"

The woman's brows were filled with joy, but she couldn't say a word, she nodded at him, and after walking a few steps, she could see that there was a thin mist in her eye sockets, she opened and closed her lips a few times, and then spit out a few words: " Thinner...and taller."

Li Qingjue is indeed taller, and this year he is close to reaching the crown. His handsome features are three points more mature than before, and his facial features are still the same as before, but he has become calm and healthy over the years, and he is no longer the boy he used to be.

In the room, little Rui Ning looked at him curiously while leaning on the door frame, blinking his eyes, and when he met his eyes, he suddenly felt a little timid, and ran behind his mother.

The adoptive mother didn't allow him to hide, so she squatted down and picked him up, and brought him to Li Qingjue's hand. There seemed to be endless comfort in her tone, and she wanted to tell him every bit of Li Ruining's past two or three years. Listen, but thousands of words are condensed to the lips, only a thin sentence: "Hurry up and hug him..."

Li Qingjue took the child into his arms, met the eyes that wanted to get close to him but hesitated, his heart was squeezed softly, and he asked softly, "Rui Ning, do you still remember Uncle?"

Xiao Ruining's eyes brightened, she raised her eyebrows and turned her head to look at Ping Huaizhen, and then turned her head to look back at Li Qingjue.

"Uncle?"

Li Qingjue nodded, and pressed it against his small forehead, making the doll smile immediately, put his arms around his neck and called happily twice: "Uncle, Uncle, Ning'er drew you a duckling."

Li Qingjue's nose was sour, it was because of joy, it was the first time when he recalled the blood relatives of the He family without pain to the bones, but with relief and luck, he silently thought of his parents, brother and sister-in-law in his heart, and told them that now Ruining He is so healthy, lively, carefree, and although he has no fine clothes and food, he is full of meals. To be cared for by his adoptive parents is the greatest blessing in the world.

Li Qingjue hugged him tightly, just like hugging the He family that has been deeply rooted in his heart all his life.

The current month is brighter.

It's a night of reunion, a few bowls of clear porridge, several dishes of side dishes, and five bottles of rice stuffed, which makes people eat until the second watch.

The doll in the room couldn't bear to go to sleep. When she was sleepy, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, and was coaxed by Li Qingjue for a while, curling up on the quilt to fall asleep. Her soft face was pink, as if she was dreaming about colorful things.

Li Qingjue caressed his fine hair at the temples, and sat by the bedside for a long time before leaving, reluctantly saying goodbye, and boarded the car with Ping Huaizhen to return to Beijing.

The night is extremely thick, and the moon is like a hook accompanying the car.

The carriage came to Beijing to send Chen Zhihe back to the Chen residence. Jiang Chang did not accompany him today, but Ping Huaizhen personally drove the horse and drove through the streets and back to Zhao Keyang's residence.

This road needs to pass through the former site of the He family. The huge house has been dilapidated for several years, and the seal outside the house has been yellowed and curled by the sun and wind, which makes the felony of covering the house look old.

Ping Huaizhen deliberately detoured three long streets to avoid them.

However, Li Qingjue has always had a keen mind, although it has been a long time since he left, Beijing is the place where he was born and grew up, every street and alley is familiar, without asking, he knows that Ping Huaizhen is sympathetic to him, and he does not want to teach him to see the desolation of He Fu Therefore, without mentioning a word, he sat in the carriage and rested with half-closed eyes, no longer looking through the cracks in the curtain to look at the deserted wide road in the capital, and waited for the carriage to stop, and finally arrived at the Zhao Mansion.

Ping Huaizhen helped him get out of the car, she had no plans to go back to the palace tonight, so she rested here with him.

On the eve of Li Qingjue's return to Beijing, he ordered a letter to go ahead and inform Zhao Keyang of his itinerary.The letter arrived in his hands half a day earlier, Zhao Keyang wanted to pass it on to Ping Huaizhen immediately, but he only found Jiang Chang when he went to the palace.

Zhao Keyang guessed that he went to Li's house, and remembered what Li Qingjue said in his letter, this time, he would stop by the small village outside Beijing to meet his nephew, it was a coincidence, but it would be fine.Thinking that he was no longer in a hurry to find someone, Zhao Keyang went back to his house and ordered someone to take care of the guest room in the side courtyard for Li Qingjue to stay in for a while.

Ping Huaizhen lived here with him.

The gate of the palace has long been closed, so it is inconvenient to go in and out, or it is still early, Ping Huaizhen does not want to go home alone.

He missed Li Qingjue for too long, too long, so long that he thought he could get used to thinking about him peacefully, but when he suddenly met again, he was suddenly shattered, like a calm self-deception on the surface of a lake.

Only then did Ping Huaizhen realize that he had reached the end of his studies.

At this moment, Li Qingjue returned to his side, and it was only now that the two of them were really alone.

When the two returned to the room, the warm tea in the room was already cold, the fresh water was prepared early, the bed was tidy, and the maids in the courtyard cleaned it carefully, it seemed that there was no one there for a long time.

As soon as the door of the room was closed, Ping Huaizhen took Li Qingjue into his arms, and kissed him from the corners of his brows overwhelmingly, carrying him with endless affection, without a single word but with thousands of words.

Li Qingjue caressed his shoulders, stepped back step by step following the oppressive feeling that escaped from him, and slowly retreated into the inner room. His clothes were scattered all over the floor along the way, repaying him for the separation of these few days.

A room full of charm.

Li Qingjue was sweating in layers on the bed, listening to Ping Huaizhen whispering lovesickness in his ear, the meaning between the lines was that he was afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye as before, and he couldn't help hearing the pain in his chest, but still I don't know what to say about returning to the south of the border.

He could only not mention it for the time being, and raised his head to greet each other with soft kisses, and said slowly while panting: "The prince's birthday is approaching, and the year will reach the double tenth... After that, he will be an adult with a crown and heart... I hope the prince respects his body." Changjian, Hong..."

Ping Huaizhen bowed her head and swallowed the latter words, and clasped his palms tightly, deeply moved, not thinking that Li Qingjue came back for his birthday.

Such affection is enough for him to cherish forever, but the wish in his heart has never been to respect his body and health, but it has generally remained the same as a few years ago.

What he prayed for most was that Li Qingjue would always be by his side.

The sound of emotion in the night did not dissipate until the morning sun was about to rise. Li Qingjue woke up at almost noon the next day, and there was no one in the room. He thought that Ping Huaizhen got up early, but he didn't know whether he had returned to the palace or was still in the Zhao residence. among.

Li Qingjue closed his eyes and woke up for a while, then turned over to the lower bunk, and saw that the clothes scattered around last night were neatly placed on the low table at the foot of the bed, he didn't reach out to get them, but searched for his luggage and found a clean suit, Rinse with cool bath water behind the screen, change clothes and hair, and walk out of the room.

As soon as Fang pushed open the door, he saw Ping Huaizhen and Zhao Keyang sitting in the courtyard, talking about what was going on.

The tall trees outside the pavilion are shaded, and the thick branches and leaves stretch lazily, like fans and screens, protecting the elegant and leisurely pavilion.

Li Qingjue walked forward and attracted the attention of the two of them a few steps away.The morning tea on the stone table under the pavilion was filled with smoke, which fumigated everyone's eyebrows and eyes.

Beside the teacup was a third small porcelain cup, seeing him coming at this time, Zhao Keyang poured tea into the cup and extended his hand to invite him to sit down.

Li Qingjue sat between the two of them willingly, said "thank you" and took the teacup in his hand. He wanted to explain half a sentence because he got up late because of the rush on the way, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he was trying to hide it, so he didn't think about it too much Word.

Ping Huai woke up for a while and finished his breakfast, now he asked: "Do you want some food first?"

"No need," Li Qingjue looked up at the bright sun, "It's almost noon, let's have lunch together later."

Let's drink tea to refresh our minds, and wait for the two of them to continue chatting, so that we can listen in.

Ping Huaizhen no longer tried to persuade her, but turned her gaze back to Zhao Keyang, and listened to what he had just said: "Last night I was invited by Ke Yuan to Zuizhilou for a feast, and I passed by the hall on the second floor when I went. A young servant came out of a room. At that time, the door of the room was not closed, and I casually glanced at it, and it turned out to be a good show. Maybe the prince guessed who was in it?"

When Ping Huaizhen asked him, he thought that the foreword was talking about Liu Yin's personal relationship with the school under the prison, and he knew that it must be related to this matter, so he replied with some certainty: "Didn't uncle see Liu Yin?"

Zhao Keyang smiled in a deep voice: "That's right." He nodded, and then revealed the shocking news, "It's not just Liu Yin, there are seven or eight people sitting in the hall, all of them are members of the scattered sect under his supervision. "

As soon as this remark came out, not only Ping Huaizhen, but also Li Qingjue were surprised.

Ping Huaizhen then pondered for a while, a thought gradually took shape in his mind, and tentatively asked: "From this point of view, it is very possible that Liu Yin will take the step of admonishing Mr. Chen before Mr. Chen?"

Zhao Keyang nodded again.

Ping Huaizhen couldn't help laughing, and the dust rolled up in his eyes in an instant, as if he wanted to stir up injustice in Lianjiang, he commented quietly: "This is uninvited, saving a trick to invite you into the urn."

The next day is Asahi, whether there is such a good show, you can wait and see.

Everything was under control, Ping Huai felt relaxed, and with Li Qingjue beside her, the wrinkles between her brows disappeared a lot.Immediately, he suddenly sensed the strangeness in Zhao Keyang's words, recalling the word "Ke Yuan", it was the servant of the Chaozhong household department, raised his eyes and asked: "I don't know why my uncle was invited by Mr. Ke last night?"

Zhao Keyang had expected that he would ask this question, so he was not in a hurry to answer, he poured tea with peace of mind and said slowly: "Don't worry, wait for a few more days, the prince will know why."