Huaibi

There is a poem in Beijing that goes: "Bright purples and reds compete for fragrance, and graceful green ribbons compete for spring beauty."

The scene of Chen is Liuxiang, Huajie.

However, in the capital city, Xunhuawenliu is not flattering, and it has given an elegant name to those romantic talents-Zangyu Lane.

Accompanied by the bright lights, the Cangyu Lane is full of people. As the night gets darker and the moon is brighter, it becomes full of traffic and bustles. It contains the sleepless sounds and laughter of the whole capital, and there is never a lack of it.

It was the 37th year of Hongxuan, in the spring of March, the peach blossom water surrounded the city, and the wind was blowing across the world.

In the depths of the alley, the soft words are soaked in the fragrance of wine, and the face is full of benefactors who are drunk with makeup and powder. The pure-faced fairy who seems to be ignorant of the world has a heart that has become a fine one, and she greets the luxurious frame just outside the building. The high-ranking officials and nobles who came here said "Xianggong" on their lips, complaining that they haven't seen each other for a long time and don't know how to think about it.

Spending a lot of money won a place of vanity, and this night has been as flashy as ever since the Xu Dynasty.

The moon is about to rise, and a new building in the alley is decorated with bright eaves corners and elegant lamps. The candlelight reveals a lavender cage, and the ink color on it matches the door plaque outside the hall.

People who come and go looking for pleasure always pull their horses and stop for a few times because of curiosity. They are suspicious of this incompatible kind of clean air, or turn their heads to look for it, or listen to the knowledgeable companion beside them saying: "I don't know if it is Which noble family has opened such a restaurant, there are all masters who sell their skills but not their lives."

Those who heard the words were not interested in the second half of the sentence, they only listened to the first two words and immediately became interested: "It's actually a waiter's house? Is it better than the one in the alley?"

"I think the one at the end of the alley is better." The companion jokingly raised the corners of his eyes, and approached in a low voice, "You can choose the one with the thin skin and tender meat, which is better than the one that can be seen or not eaten."

At the end of the words, there was a vulgar laughter, and they walked away together.

Zhumenglou is like the sound of a water harp flowing out slowly, and everything outside the building is not disturbed. As the cars go and people come and go, half of the wooden windows on the second floor are covered by people's hands.

The sound of urgent footsteps came from the outer hall behind him, and the person covering the window withdrew his hand. As soon as Fang turned around, he was hugged up by a person, with his arms tied around his waist, and he was slowly pushed back to the soft couch.

Li Qingjue half-closed his eyes, looking at the half-curved handsome eyebrows and the sharp scar beside him, his palms were pressed against the back of Ping Huai's neck, and he let him press light kisses on his lips, refusing to leave for a long time.

After a long time, the kiss moved a few inches, along the cheek to the corner of the eye, and kissed again and again.

Li Qingjue closed his eyes and asked softly, "Have you kissed the prince enough?"

"Not enough." Ping Huaizhen replied, her hands were always willing to let go, and she lay down on her side to hold him in her arms.

After thirteen years, Li Qingjue returned to Beijing, as he promised back then, he personally raised more than a hundred elites for the prince, hiding in the dream.

The world only knows that there is another drunken hall in Cangyu Lane, but they don't know that this dream is not that dream, and the people in the building are all unusual.

Ping Huaizhen embraced Li Qingjue, and the unstoppable joyous chatter around the doors and windows was in his ears. For more than ten years, a lot of heartache and pity poured out, and after a long silence, he couldn't help but sighed in a low voice: "Qingjue has suffered. "

Li Qingjue didn't answer, but slowly patted him on the back, thinking that he was only one step away when he was marching for thousands of miles, and when this step fell steadily, the pain of the past would be gone like the wind.

The sound of the piano stopped in the downstairs hall, Li Qingjue leaned over and kissed Ping Huaizhen between the eyebrows in the moment of silence, and gently stroked the scars on the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and replied briefly: "I don't feel pain. "After speaking, he didn't want him to feel ashamed anymore, so he turned to the business and said, "A person came to the building last night."

Ping Huaizhenguo was distracted by him, heard that this person had a special identity, and waited attentively for the next words.

Li Qingjue stopped moving his hands, but lowered his voice slightly: "There are a few in twenty, whose name is Zhou Junyu, who seems to be from the imperial court, but I don't know him, do you know who it is?"

Ping Huaizhen frowned slightly from the word "Zhou Junyu", nodded and replied: "Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, you have only been in office for two years, so you don't know it."

"Department of punishment?"

"Well," Ping Huaizhen thought of a place with him, "This person should be more careful, he used to be a member of Wuyang Marquis camp, and he was recommended to the court, I am afraid that he is in the same party as Xiaoliu."

Li Qingjue thought deeply for a while, and in his words, he thought of Liu Yin who was far away in Lichong, who had been relegated for thirteen years. If the prince hadn't placed people in the dark to obstruct his future, it is hard to say whether he has found a way to turn around now.Even so, Liu Yin never gave up, like leading a wire thousands of miles away to the court of the capital, without the slightest sign of trouble.

Since King Chengyuan left, Marquis Wuyang had been on good terms with him for several years, and his military strength was like quenching sharp blades directed at the East Palace, only waiting for the opportunity to strike when the cold weather came.

Emperor Hongxuan is getting old day by day, his body is no longer what it used to be, and the favor of the crown prince has not diminished, so it can be seen that the exchange of reserves is inevitable.Li Qingjue put himself in the situation and imagined that if he were the sixth prince, the only way he would go would be to force the palace.

If you follow the emperor's instructions, the prince will be righteous and unshakable; but if someone forces the palace, the two sides have a huge disparity in military strength, so it is difficult to guarantee the prince's chances of winning.

There are more than a hundred elite dead servants in the palm of his hand, which can protect the prince's personal safety, but they can't stop the thousands of troops and wolf ambitions that will change the world. Heavy.Just as he was about to ask something, Ping Huaizhen said first, "Did Zhou Junyu come here alone, or with someone else?"

"You three and two," Li Qingjue knew what he was worried about, and comforted him, "I knew from his friend that he was in the imperial court, so I didn't dare to take it lightly, so I asked Lianhua to meet him in person. Lianhua told me, Those few friends of his are all of ordinary identities, but they prefer male sex to find him as a companion, so you don’t have to worry too much about this place, so you don’t have any doubts about it.”

However, Ping Huaizhen didn't worry about it. He was afraid that the inviter had no intentions and the visitor had intentions. If Zhou Junyu became a frequent visitor to this dream building, after a long time, it would be inevitable to catch clues.I'm even more afraid that yesterday's company was nothing more than an ordinary friend, and that in the future it will be replaced by the most unexpected person from the court.

He sighed softly, frowned and looked at Li Qingjue quietly, wondering how many people in the court could recognize him now.

Those eyes that were like night ink melted into two soft and clear lights, like a rift in a curtain of silence, overflowing with complicated and heavy emotions, even if people can't hide, they have to bear it end to end.Fortunately, Li Qingjue never wanted to hide. It was just that he had been so focused on him for a long time, and suddenly asked a question, clearly asking innocently like a child, but put the honorific on his lips, and said in a low voice: "Look at the prince, Is the minister old?"

Ping Huaizhen's heart stabbed, before he could think, he hurriedly hugged him and replied: "You will never grow old."

Li Qingjue buried her head in his neck, and there seemed to be no fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

There are two of them in their thirties today. If people pass by and stand, how can they not grow old?

It's just that he really understands what Ping Huaizhen said, and in his eyes and heart, this person is always the same as when he first met, that naughty child who winked at him and made fun of him from afar in Fengyi Palace.

Li Qingjue took a deep breath, and the elegant aftertaste of the incense on the lapel in front of him filled his heart, and his thoughts gradually calmed down.

"The prince will not grow old either."

The gentle words fell into his ears, Ping Huaizhen returned to Yi Ran, bowed his head and gently rubbed his hair, then picked up what he had just said, and said: "Qingjue, you are more comfortable in this dream building than in your uncle's house. It's good...but people come and go here, and they will inevitably meet with old acquaintances in the court, so we should be more careful."

"I understand, but there are not many people who recognize me." Li Qingjue nodded, seemed to think of something at this point, raised his eyes to point out, "Prince thinks, the veteran general will 'recognize' me?"

"Old general? Yuan Jiangnian and sixty years old, although he is strong, he will inevitably forget the old things. Besides, he has been stationed in the frontier for many years, and he has never seen you a few times. How can he recognize you?" Then, suddenly realized, slightly surprised, "Qingjue's meaning refers to..."

Ping Huaizhen avoided the unfinished word, but Li Qingjue did not avoid it, nodded and said: "It is the He family. No matter how forgetful the Yuan general is, he should remember the person who saved his life back then. Prince, the current military strength is nearly [-]% In the hands of the Marquis of Wuyang sect, the only people left are the Yuan family and King Ping, and King Ping can not mention it for the time being, the Yuan family must never let them stay out of the matter."

In Li Qingjue's words, King Ping was none other than the exceptionally precocious Rui and Wang Shizi Ping Feiqing back then.

Nine years ago, the eldest son joined hands with the Yuan family in the battlefield. The young man made great achievements in the first battle, and Emperor Hongxuan praised him endlessly. He actually broke the precedent and gave him the title of "Ping" with the surname of the Tian family. This is a supreme honor. The world was shocked for a while.

However, the reason is not only as it appears on the surface.

Everyone in the court knew very well that the reason why Emperor Hongxuan titled Ping Feiqing with the word "Ping" was to bind his military power and give him enough glory with this false name, so that he could release some troops and horses to him. This avoids the worries of the royal family holding heavy soldiers; the second is to weaken the credit of the Yuan family, so that the world will remember that Ping Feiqing is a young hero, and forget that the Yuan family also spilled their sweat and blood on the thick soil.

Ever since the case of the He family, Emperor Hongxuan didn't trust the Yuan family enough, but he couldn't lose the Yuan family, so he made such careful calculations to cut down his real power, and only treated him with kindness and kindness, firmly tied him in his hands, and used them for the country.

That's why Li Qingjue just said, "King Ping can make a statement and not mention it for the time being", because Ping Feiqing has few troops in his hands, and it is difficult to be an army horse under the Marquis of Wuyang, and also because Ping Feiqing's temper has become more and more stable as he grows older. , seems to be ruthless and indifferent, but in fact respects the prince and the crown prince. This heart has not changed for many years, so there is no need to be suspicious.

Therefore, the crucial step remains to be seen how the Yuan family will act. Only when the Yuan family and Ping Feiqing are united can they fight against Marquis Wuyang with less than [-]% of the chips.

Ping Huaizhen listened to what he said in his heart, and after thinking about it, the veteran general has a straight muscle, so far he has not been involved in the battle of protecting the heir, he can be said to be loyal to Emperor Hongxuan with kindness in return for hatred.If he wanted to order him to change his pedantry and be loyal to himself before the new emperor was settled, he must have to use the word "He Jia".

How can Ping Huaizhen give up.

Li Qingjue in front of him has changed his name and changed his surname to hide himself for many years. Now that he wants to reveal his identity for him, betting that he will become a man is tantamount to exposing his treasured things layer by layer in front of others, and he always bears the risk of being smashed by someone. .

"The Yuan family can no longer stay out of the matter, so the crown prince will personally invite you." After a while, Ping Huaizhen replied, but finally couldn't bear Li Qingjue to come forward, and his tone did not intend to discuss.

Li Qingjue frowned: "If the crown prince can please move, is the Yuan family still the Yuan family?"

"Even if you don't want to invite me, you can't invite me." Ping Huaizhen refused to let go.

Li Qingjue closed his eyes and hugged him tightly, unwilling to waste any more words.All of Ping Huaizhen's concerns are related to his safety, so how can we get a satisfactory result if we continue to argue.

Anyway, now that things are up to now, no matter what you plan to do, what you will do, you don't have to get his approval.