Huaibi

The two of them chatted in detail in the bathtub, from the important affairs in the palace to many trivial matters of little importance, from the beginning to the end, the tone was soft and soft.

Ping Huaizhen didn't want to get up until the bath water was getting cold, she just felt that she should go back to the palace after getting up, and I don't know how many days it will be until I see you next time.He hugged Li Qingjue and made out in the water for a while, and there was an ambiguous sound accompanied by the shallow water movement.

After a long time, the sound subsided, and Ping Huaizhen took Li Qingjue out of the bath, wiped off the water stains on both of them, and placed him in the warm bed.The dry and clean clothes were folded aside, but he picked up the one that was soaked by the rain when he picked it up, dressed neatly, and didn't stay long.

Li Qingjue looked at him with his eyes open in the quilt, and when he bent down, he stretched out his arms to hook his neck and kissed him softly: "Don't come next time, teach someone to pass on a message to me, I'll wait for you in Zhao's residence."

"Okay." Ping Huaizhen brushed the hair from his forehead behind his ears, put his bare arms back under the thin quilt, bowed his head and kissed again and again, unwilling to let go.

The candle in the room was blown out when he left, Li Qingjue took off the bed curtain and fell asleep in the dark night with his eyes closed. There seemed to be a thought in his mind that was vaguely forgotten before it was formed. caught in a dream.

When I woke up the next day, it was already sunbathing.

Thinking about it, I slept too late last night, I didn't pay attention to the time at that time, I just remember that the street lights through the windows of Cangyu Lane were dimmed, the light and shadow were dim, and the voice of people gradually disappeared.

Li Qingjue slept comfortably, recalling what Ping Huaizhen delivered to him last night, thinking that it was really difficult to choose more than a hundred people in the building, and Rong Xi was not around because of business recently, so he called Lianhua and asked him to choose a few first , Let’s take a closer look at them one by one.

Here Lianhua didn't know his intentions, so he didn't want to interfere, but even though he summoned everyone from the upper and lower floors of the building according to the order, a full hall was set up, and within half an hour, he brought more than ten people to Li Qingjue in the room.

The selected person has a calm appearance, and all faces are like a quiet pool, showing no abnormalities.

Li Qingjue looked carefully, his gaze flicked slowly from left to right, and focused on one person's face for a little while.He has been watching the people in the building for more than ten years, and he is familiar with all of them. He even remembers everything about this person in the past. He is the most taciturn one among the young people who have practiced martial arts since childhood.

With his name already in his mouth, Li Qingjue immediately called out: "Jiang Liangji?"

Hearing the sound, the man raised his eyes to meet his four eyes, took a step out and knelt on one knee and said: "This subordinate is here."

"Get up and talk," Li Qingjue stretched out his hands to help him up, and said after he got up, "There is something I need you to do in the palace today, if you want to choose someone to go with, who would you be?"

Jiang Liangji didn't ask any questions, and he would never speak out easily if Li Qingjue didn't mention it, he just answered his questions in a regular manner, and turned his head to look at the person who just stood on the left.Li Qingjue looked after him, he was close to someone since he was a child, and the two had always cooperated closely, so they were indeed suitable.

"This subordinate is willing to go with Yang Cheng."

The person mentioned took a step forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and saluted Li Qingjue.

Lianhua looked at Li Qingjuan with a questioning intent, and he was willing to take the rest of the people out of the room first, leaving only the two of them to narrate the reasons in detail with Li Qingjue.After the crowd dispersed, Lianhua returned to the room, also curious about what needs to be arranged for people to enter the palace, so she silently listened and watched.

Li Qingjue called the two of them again: "Jiang Liangji, Wu Yangcheng. You entered the palace today to be close to ensure the safety of the empress. Unless the new emperor ascends the throne, you will not be allowed to return."

The two clasped their fists in response: "This subordinate takes orders."

Li Qingjue nodded in peace of mind, knowing that this is a dead servant, he and the prince will do their best to fulfill the orders and orders, as long as the queen is safe in the palace, the prince's worries can be relieved.

For the rest, do your best to do your best and not worry about your destiny. If you fight to the death, you will surely get the result.

It was decided by people, and Li Qingjue sent a letter to the palace that day.

Ping Huaizhen dismissed the memorials presented by the courtiers, and it was late at night, with a bright moon in front of the head, and the sky was covered with bright broken stars after the rain and the early sunshine.He didn't ride in the chariot, he walked all the way back to the palace in the shadow of smoke and moon, and trotted out to meet Jiang Chang who had been waiting for half a day in the hospital, he had something to say but didn't say anything.

The soft lamps in the Xu'an Hall are overflowing with light, flickering with the wind, waiting for the returning Lord.

Ping Huaizhen looked at Jiang Chang half-eyed, then walked into the hall.Jiang Chang followed closely behind, crossed the threshold and turned around to close the door. There were no idlers in the whole hall.

Because of reading and sitting for a long time, Ping Huaizhen's body and bones are exhausted, and the red robe is also full of wrinkles.Jiang Chang leaned over to straighten his plain robe for him, straightened up and took out a letter to him from the lapel, which was already warm after holding it for a long time.

Ping Huaizhen received it in his hand, but there was no writing on the outside of the envelope, he immediately knew who sent it, his tired eyes disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't wait to open the letter and read it.

What is stated in the letter is that the candidates for entering the palace have already been selected, and the prince has to make arrangements to summon the two of them.In addition, there are numbers to alert him, it is something that Li Qingjue forgot last night, after thinking about it today, he finally remembered it, and wrote it down on paper, Concubine Dao Yi will definitely not keep her own order at this juncture, the prince must be extremely cautious.

After reading the words, Ping Huaizhen contemplated carefully, heard the rumors yesterday, Concubine Yi really had a quick mind, the Queen lost her eyesight on the first day of the lunar new year, she couldn't wait to ask Emperor Hongxuan for power, she didn't want to touch a cold nail.

Ping Huaizhen felt that Li Qingjue's worries were justified, and she had to be extremely vigilant to save the queen from her murderous hands.Thinking about it this way, the sooner the two of Zhumenglou are accepted into the palace, the better.

Ping Huaizhen didn't dare to delay, he wanted to put those two people among the palace people, pretending to be close eunuchs to follow the queen, but he felt that it was inappropriate, I'm afraid that the palace people's scheduling is prone to mistakes, if it is difficult for others to intervene, they have to be Only the people of his prince can.

After thinking about it, it is most reasonable to add two people to the bodyguards in Zhao Keyang's palace with the title of Prince Taibao, and then let him assign two people to protect the Fengyi Palace. In this way, no one in the palace can say a word no.

However, when this thought was reported to Zhao Keyang the next day, it was rejected. Zhao Keyang frowned, blaming him for his lack of thoughtfulness: "The crown prince is not careful. After all, the queen is a woman. It is difficult for the guards to get close, and it is even more difficult to guard her all night long. .”

After Ping Huaizhen was reminded by him, he suddenly realized that he was in a dilemma.

"What uncle said is very true. I'm not rigorous enough. It's not convenient to act as a bodyguard, so what else can I do?"

"Weighing the disadvantages, it is natural to choose the lesser one." Zhao Keyang slowly pressed the table with his thumb, and the mist under his finger disappeared with his movements, and he whispered with him, "It is most feasible to pretend to be a palace man in Fengyi Palace. It is not easy to attract suspicion when someone is close to him. As for dispatching in the palace, the power to control the palace is still in the hands of the queen, so don't worry about it for the time being."

"Okay, I will follow what my uncle said."

Ping Huaizhen nodded when he heard the words, and made arrangements early to bring the two people into the palace the next day, and send them to Fengyi Hall to accompany the empress.There was no doubt about it, it was only when the queen was unable to move around that she had to be taken care of by many people, which was not unusual.

So Ping Huaizhen finally settled down, no longer worrying about the queen's safety in the diary all day long, as usual every morning and evening, she spends most of her time with her in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, criticizing the directors for the emperor, and bowing to her relatives .

However, one hundred secrets and one sparse, we are clear and the enemy is dark, and it will be difficult to defend.

In the afternoon of that day, Emperor Hongxuan took the decoction and fell asleep. Ping Huaizhen untied the curtain for him, and after returning to the case, he picked up a brush and dipped it in vermilion to carefully outline the scroll.

In the quiet room, a furnace of cough-relieving fragrance was burning, and Ping Huaizhen's nostrils were filled with the pure loquat smell. When he felt relieved, he suddenly heard the sound of coughing and wheezing coming from the curtain in the dragon couch.He stopped writing in shock, got up and walked quickly to the couch, when he lifted the curtain, he saw Emperor Hongxuan was about to stand up, his thick palms were clasping the carved dragon cloud pillar tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, it looked terrifying.

"Father!"

Emperor Hongxuan couldn't respond to him, his chest heaved and heaved, and after a few sounds, he spit out a mouthful of turbid blood, splashing red on the bright yellow brocade quilt embroidered with gold thread.

Ping Huaizhen was startled and had no time to care about etiquette. He sat sideways on the dragon couch with his arms outstretched to support Emperor Hongxuan's back, and the other hand was placed under his jaw to catch the remaining blood.

The blood stain on the palm was extremely bright red at first, then gradually turned dark purple after a while, Ping Huaizhen's heart trembled and he felt strange, he was shocked and angry at the same time.

Hearing the sound, the prince rushed over, and the bead curtain was about to be smashed. He walked in panic, and as soon as Fang passed the curtain, he was stared and scolded by the prince: "Where did everyone go! What are you doing in a daze, and quickly pass on the imperial doctor!"

Wang Gonggong looked at the bloody color on the couch, his legs became weak in shock, his lips trembled and he responded in a low voice, he regained his sanity and turned around and rushed out.

With a lot of fear in their hearts, the palace people hurried in and out, busy serving them in exchange for water.A group of physicians from the Tai Hospital walked through the palace walls with their medicine packs on their faces as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and rushed towards the place where the Hall of Mental Cultivation was located.

Ping Huaizhen waited in fear for the imperial physician, with ominous speculations in his heart, staring intently at the imperial physician's hand to diagnose the pulse, fearing that the prediction would come true.

Time drifts away bit by bit, and the room is as suffocating as ice.

After a long time, the imperial physician ordered Lianmei to withdraw his hands, stood up and took two steps back, and worshiped in front of the dragon couch in fear, and several imperial physicians behind him also knelt on the ground.

"My minister is terrified. Your Majesty, this is a sign of poisoning."

As soon as these words came out, Ping Huaizhen suddenly buzzed in his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Finally, as he expected...

Emperor Hongxuan vomited blood again today, it was actually caused by poison.

In the decoction, human beings are put into the life-threatening blood grass, finely ground into foam, which dissolves in water, is colorless and has no fragrance.But he didn't realize it, and he fed his father the poison one by one with his own hands.

Fortunately, the poison was not fatal, and the imperial doctor came in time to force out the residual poison.However, Emperor Hongxuan's body was even weaker after this ordeal, and he was bedridden at the moment, as if he had been pumped out of three souls and seven souls.

Ping Huaizhen became furious after suppressing his panic, and ordered a thorough investigation into the serious case of killing the dragon.

It was a matter of the safety of the emperor, the guards in the palace did not dare to neglect, they turned the entire Hall of Mental Cultivation upside down, and found out the palace man who poisoned him that night.Emperor Hongxuan was in a coma and could not interrogate himself, so Ping Huaizhen imprisoned him in the sky jail for a while. Unexpectedly, when Emperor Hongxuan woke up and was summoned again, the poor palace servant had died tragically in prison.

The gloomy wall has not seen the sun all year round, and it is covered with a layer of damp mist. Moss grows wildly on it, and the damp smells.

The palace man who died tragically clutched the masonry with his left hand, and the index finger of his right hand was cut with several deep wounds by Shi Feng. The blood had coagulated and slid down the wall to the ground.

Ping Huaizhen's eyes turned upwards, and on the crooked and dragged bloodstain for several inches, there was a two-character blood book, dripping with "Prince".