Li Qinghuan

Chapter 64

In the autumn of the fifth year of Xuande, Empress Dowager He passed away, and the whole country mourned. Emperor Xuande mourned for seven days, and all officials mourned with him.The birth mother of Emperor Xuande moved into the imperial mausoleum and was named Empress Dowager Cihe. Empress Dowager He was brought back to the ancestral tomb of the He family by He Huaizhou for burial.After Empress Dowager He was buried, He Huaizhou sent Donghu envoy Doerqi northward, and so far, the matter came to an end.

A generation of virtuous queens will not enter the imperial mausoleum after death. There are different opinions among the people, but the truth is unknown to the common people.

Yu Du, Ji Mansion.

He Li sat on the bed and looked at Ji Qing, Ji Qing was going to court today.

He Li couldn't sleep well these days, so he moved to Ji Qing's room from another room in Zhanlu Garden.As soon as Ji Qing woke up, he woke up, and now he sat obediently on the bed wrapped in a quilt and watched Ji Qing get dressed.

Ji Qing first put on the mourning clothes, and then put on the official robes outside the mourning clothes, his figure was tall and straight, as straight as a pine.

He Li was startled, lowered his eyelashes, and said: "Heming, you are... my mother passed away, you don't have to wear mourning clothes for so many days."

Ji Qing turned around: "Ah Li's mother is also my mother, what's wrong with me being filial for my mother?"

He Li yawned, his brows were gloomy, and his expression was tired: "What if my imperial brother finds out?"

Ji Qing: "I've always liked white, and I usually wear white clothes under official uniforms. He won't notice."

He Li nodded: "Okay."

Ji Qing put on the black gauze hat: "A Li, you can go to sleep for a while, I'm going to court, you just tell the servants in the house what you want to eat."

He Li wrapped the quilt tightly and fell back: "Okay."

Ji Qing: "Be sure to get up and eat. You are weak during this time, so you must eat."

He Li only showed a pair of eyes outside the quilt, and blinked to show that he knew.

Seeing this, Ji Qing smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I won't nag you anymore, you go to sleep, I'm leaving."

He Li blinked again, turned over after watching Ji Qing leave, and closed his eyes again.

It was already morning after waking up again, Ji Luoyan went to practice martial arts with Yuan Qingyang, Baozi was bored by himself, so Ji Qing assigned him the task of taking care of He Li.

Baozi didn't dare to enter the house without permission, so he kept knocking on the door: "My lord, get up soon! My lord, get up and eat early!"

He Li's brain ached from his noise, covering his head with a quilt was useless, he was no match for Baozi's devilish voice piercing his ears, he struggled to no avail, and sat up slowly: "Come in, don't knock."

When Baozi heard what he said, he opened the door and came in with confidence, holding a bowl in his hand, which was a bowl of steaming hot noodles.

He Li looked at the bowl in his hand: "Are you here to deliver food to me?"

Baozi nodded: "Yes, Brother Pretty told me to watch you eat well."

He Li pinched his brows: "Am I your master or the pretty brother is your master?"

Baozi thought for a while: "You are all, anyway, you are all a family."

He Li had no rebuttal: "Give it to me."

Baozi obediently handed the bowl to He Li, who took two mouthfuls and handed the bowl back.

Baozi took the bowl: "What's the matter, son? Isn't it delicious?"

He Li sighed: "It's okay."

It's okay, but it's not as delicious as Ji Qing's cooking.

Baozi: "It's okay, why don't you eat it?"

He Li: "I don't have any appetite."

Baozi was in a hurry: "No way, son, you can eat more, if you don't eat, if the pretty brother finds out, I will be accused."

He Li had no choice but to take the bowl and ate two mouthfuls. Finally, he couldn't eat any more, so he put down the bowl again.

He Li: "I really can't eat anymore."

Baozi nodded, and put the bowl on the table: "Alright then, young master, I'll help you dress and wash."

He Li lifted the quilt, stood up and began to get dressed: "No, I'll do it myself."'

Baozi turned around and covered his eyes: "Then let me get you a basin of water for washing?"

Seeing this, He Li smiled and said, "What are you doing?"

Baozi covered his eyes with his fat hands, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm afraid that the pretty brother will make trouble for me."

He Li fastened his girdle and said with a smile: "You eat, drink and have fun here, it doesn't look like you're going to be troubled."

Baozi shook his head: "It's different."

He Li: "What's the difference?"

Baozi explained: "Everyone in the house knows that the pretty brother treats you very differently."

He Li blushed inexplicably: "Oh."

Baozi turned around, still covering his eyes with his hand: "My lord, are you ready?"

He Li: "Get dressed, go and bring me a basin of water."

Baozi nodded, and ran out in small steps.

After He Li cleaned himself up, Bao Zi took him around the Ji Mansion.

When he came here before, he always turned directly into Zhanlu Garden, or he came in a hurry, left in a hurry, never took a good look around, and naturally he didn't realize that the Ji Mansion was so big.

The servants of the Ji Mansion who came and went greeted him respectfully when they saw him, it seemed that they all knew that Ji Qing treated him "unusually".

Baozi walked in front of He Li, talking to him non-stop: "My lord, let me tell you, the handsome brother can also make wine."

He Li was a little surprised: "Really?"

Baozi nodded seriously: "Really."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a pond. There was a peach blossom tree beside the pond.

Baozi: "The wine brewed by the beautiful brother is buried under that tree."

He Li became interested, raised his eyebrows and said, "How do I know what you said is true?"

Baozi immediately became anxious: "It's true. I saw it with my own eyes when Luo Yan and I came here to play."

He Li said: "Then go and dig an altar for me."

Baozi: "I don't dare, this is my beautiful brother's treasure, even Uncle Yuan dare not touch it, so maybe you are the only one who can touch it."

He Li tied up his sleeves and walked towards the pond: "Then let me see for myself."

Baozi was in a hurry: "Don't, Your Highness, ah bah, young master!"

He Li is tall and has long legs, so Baozi can barely follow behind him by trotting: "Master, you haven't recovered well, so you can't drink."

He Li said: "I'll just smell it."

Baozi was stunned: "Wh, smell?"

He Li walked under the tree: "Is it here?"

Baozi nodded: "Yes."

He Li squatted down: "Go find me a shovel."

Baozi was puzzled: "Huh?"

He Li: "What is it? Go quickly."

Baozi nodded quickly, trotted to get the shovel, and came back after a while.

He Li took the shovel in his hand and started digging without saying a word. After a while, a corner of the wine jar was exposed. Seeing the wine jar, He Li put down the shovel and started digging with his hands.

He Li wiped off the dirt on the altar with his hands, and the small wine jar made of white porcelain revealed its true colors.Without saying a word, he patted off the sealing mud and took a sip: "That's right, it tastes like this."

The chills that Ji Qing gave him several times in Yudu all tasted like this, and the taste was clear and refreshing, which was very much to his liking.

He Li said to Baozi, "Is this wine really brewed by Heming himself?"

Baozi nodded: "Yes, I watched the beautiful brother make it with my own eyes."

He Li's eyes instantly filled with a smile: "No wonder."

Baozi asked suspiciously, "No wonder what?"

No wonder Ji Qing asked him which altar was good to drink when he drank the altar of chilling heart in Qifeng Garden.

He Li tossed the wine jar to Baozi, "Take it."

Baozi reached out his hand quickly, narrowly catching it.

He Li picked up the shovel, filled the soil back and ordered: "Don't tell your beautiful brother that I dug his wine."

Baozi nodded: "Of order."

He Li patted the dirt off his hands: "Let's go."

Baozi hurriedly followed: "Young master, please slow down, I will take you to a place."

He Li slowed down his pace: "Where are you going?

Baozi smiled mysteriously: "Young Master, follow me."

He Li followed Baozi and turned left and right, and finally came to a small bamboo forest. There was a small path between the bamboo forests, surrounded by water diversions. Baozi led He Li through the path, and a tall attic stood before his eyes.

He Li looked at the attic in front of him and asked, "What kind of place is this?"

Baozi replied: "Cangshu Pavilion."

He Li frowned: "How do you know there is such a place?"

Baozi said: "Luoyan and I came here to play before."

He Li's expression became more serious, and his eyes were sharp: "How do you know this is Zangshu Pavilion?"

There is no sign or plaque on the attic, and the doors and windows are tightly sealed. If you don't go in, how will you know what's inside?

Baozi explained: "When we came here to play, we were bumped into by the pretty brother, and he took us in, but he told us not to tell others. Today, the beautiful brother told me that if the young master is bored, he will bring the young master here." here.

So that's the case, He Li heaved a sigh of relief: "Then let's go in and have a look."

Baozi nodded, walked to the door, took out a key from his neck and opened the copper lock on the door, and then pushed hard with both hands, a scent of ink came over his face.

He Li was almost stunned by the sight in front of him. The interior of the attic was far more spacious than imagined. There were wooden shelves nailed to the walls, and all kinds of books, scrolls and even bamboo slips were neatly placed on them. The roof of the attic was paved with colored glaze. With bright tiles, sunlight falls from the top, illuminating the entire attic bright and transparent.

Baozi followed He Li into the attic: "My lord, all the handsome brothers you left in the palace have moved here."

He Li wondered, "When did you move back?"

Baozi thought for a while, and said, "On the day of your accident, you went to death row on the front foot, and the beautiful brother on the back foot asked Brother Yuan to move the books."

He Li was a little surprised, and sighed sincerely: "He Ming is really thoughtful."

He Li now understands that Ji Qing would not let him fend for himself from the very beginning, otherwise he would not have thought of moving those books here immediately.

If Song Duan saw those military books or sent someone to find out, even if Emperor Wanxi came back alive, he would not be able to save him.

He couldn't imagine how anxious and frightened Ji Qing was when he entered the death row, but now he really realized how delicate Ji Qing was.

For others, it may be a scheming, but for him, he is really glad that he can meet such a person.

He Li is not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean he wants to die. No one wants to die at a young age.

Fortunately, he is still alive.

But He Li still couldn't figure out one thing, why was he pardoned for no reason?Could it be because of his meritorious service in disaster relief?Petition by the people?According to Song Duan's temperament, he would definitely lock up the news. Undoubtedly, it must be Ji Qing who released the news, so could his mother's death be related to the news released by Ji Qing?

He Li hurriedly stopped his thoughts, not daring to think any further.

Baozi murmured in his ear: "My lord, you have hidden those books really deep. I haven't seen them in the palace for so long. Brother Yuan and I searched the entire palace that day before I found it."