Your Majesty has a white moonlight

He met Zhang Yuan when he was 12 years old.

At that time, Zhang Jie was of course not the emperor, nor was he the prince, but because he was naturally aggressive, he was more or less favored by his father and the prince.

But there is a big age gap between him and the prince, and his relationship with other brothers is not good.Although no one coveted the crown prince's position, everyone was competing secretly, his face remained calm, and he felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

After becoming sensible, Zhang Jie also thought about it, how could someone born to the same Lao Tzu have a different life just because they were born a few years earlier?But he just thought about it, because then he thought that he was born in the emperor's family, God was already very unfair, and treated him too favorably.

Born in the palace, doomed to have no one to talk to.Brothers have more enemies than harmony, and favors are more unreliable than anything else.But he didn't care if he was accompanied by someone, and he didn't want to tear his face to grab something.

He didn't expect that there would be so many variables in his life.

At that time when Prince An's son entered Beijing, everyone was discussing behind his back that the emperor had gone too far.

King An is the youngest of the late emperor's surviving younger brothers. He supported him when the late emperor was the crown prince, and the country of Lijing has been very stable in recent years.But the first emperor still seemed worried, and asked Prince An to live in the palace.

Zhang Yuan is only one year younger than him, so he is considered to be his cousin.At first, it was just because they were similar in age that they could say a few more words.Later, the sympathy between the two poor people gradually emerged-no matter how stunning and beautiful they are, they will see the end of their lives.

In the palace, he actually found someone to communicate with.This is a secret and solemn affection, which is all the more precious because it is rare.

They formed a world of their own, wrote poems and paintings like the ancients, drank wine and tea, went out at night with candles, and even talked about state affairs.Whenever I am alone, I am isolated from the intrigues and intrigues of the world.Two smart people who are not favored by fate are naturally attracted to each other.

Zhang Jie also couldn't tell when he had a different idea.Only once, on a night in early autumn, he watched Zhang Yuan, wearing only unlined clothing and untied long hair, composing poems under the lamp.

He was obsessed with watching, and when he woke up, he realized that his heart was beating like a drum.Many years later, he had already forgotten what kind of poem it was. He only remembered the lonely lamp in the long night, the shaking lamp shadow, the people under the lamp and the throbbing in his heart.

He doesn't need any response to his feelings, he thinks it's good, he is a brother, a confidant, and the only affection left in the ruthless.He even enjoys this unrequited love, and enjoys the pain and joy brought about by his little transgression.

Having lived in the palace for more than ten years, he finally understood how to write love characters in addition to the poems and essays of his predecessors.

He doesn't ask for much, since he can't show his ambitions, at least he has a little affection for his son and daughter, which can be used as consolation.

Years of peace are like poetry, they read at night under the lamp, and when the wick grows, Zhang Yuan gets up to cut it.

Zhang Jie looked at him and said, "This is also Xichuang's candle cutting."

Zhang Yuan just laughed, saying that there was still less rain at night.

This is the most out-of-bounds thing he has ever done, hiding some ambiguous and subtle thoughts in his words.The person opposite him was unconscious and joked with him as usual.

At that time, Zhang Jie thought that they could be brothers and best friends for a lifetime.Even if his father asked him to return to Pingzhou in the future, he would not lose contact.He thought about a lot, for example, in the future when they each have wives and their children play together, he can still look at each other and be satisfied.

But he couldn't even maintain this fantasy for long.In the early winter when Zhang Yuan was 17 years old, news came from Pingzhou that Princess An was seriously ill. King An asked Zhang Yuan to go back to Pingzhou to see his mother for the last time, but the emperor did not agree.

Zhang Yuan begged the emperor regardless, said everything, and cried until his voice became hoarse, but the emperor just casually reassured him that Princess An would be safe, and no matter how much he begged, he would never see her again.

Zhang Jie has always known that his father is ruthless and cruel.No one in the harem has really been favored. If you have to say favoritism, then only the crown prince has been favored by the emperor.

But he didn't know that his father would be so ruthless to his brother.For so many years, Wang An kept his law and order, but what he got in exchange was that Princess An could not see her only son who had been parted for many years before her death.

He not only thought of himself—how similar he was to King An back then.But he was not in the mood for self-pity, and while he was depressed and hot-headed, he also went to ask his father, even though he knew there was no hope.

What he has been seeking all these years is to be wise and protect his life. This is the first time he has disobeyed his father, just for Zhang Yuan.

However, after being scolded, Zhang Jie flinched.A rational voice told him that it was useless, not worth it, forget it.

He felt a little melancholy and scared about his abandonment.It turns out that the word love cannot be ignored by people. It turns out that the courage brought by love is limited after all. It can't compare with the power of the emperor in the secular world, and it can't compare with your own stable future.

Concubine An finally failed to survive the New Year.For more than a month, Zhang Yuan stayed behind closed doors, didn't see anyone, and stayed alone in the room all day.Sometimes he would throw things when he was very angry, but the emperor didn't care and let him make trouble.

When Zhang Jie went to look for him, he shouted hoarsely to get lost.

Zhang Jie was also helpless, it was impossible for him to ask his father, because it would not be useful.But he felt a little bit resentful towards his father—does it have to be so extreme?Can't we leave some room?Can't you take care of your affection?

On New Year's Eve, Zhang Jie couldn't help but went to look for Zhang Yuan, and entered the house regardless of the obstruction.

The food and wine on the table were laid out intact, Zhang Yuan sat on the bed alone, his eyes were fixed, and he ignored Zhang Jie.

Zhang Yuan was neatly dressed, but he couldn't hide his embarrassment.He lost a lot of weight, his face seemed to have been cut by a knife, and his original pair of lively eyes seemed bigger, but they were lifeless.

Zhang Jie felt a twitching pain in his heart when he saw his mournful appearance.This was caused by his father alone, but he could only watch helplessly, powerless.He wanted to say something, but felt his throat was so choked that he couldn't open his mouth.

Zhang Yuan buried his head in his arms and did not speak to Zhang Jie.For a long time, amidst the sound of firecrackers in the New Year, my shoulders twitched.

This kind of suffering cannot be shared, Zhang Jie can only tentatively stretch out his hand, and gently put his arm around Zhang Yuan's shoulder.

There was no resistance, and a bone almost hurt my hand.Zhang Jie was really worried about him, and whispered cautiously: "Don't make yourself sick... Your mother will definitely not want to see it."

Zhang Jie raised his head slowly, glanced at him and said, "Not at all." His eyes turned out to be icy cold.

By spring, Zhang Yuan finally looked better.But he is still thin and doesn't talk very much, but at least he doesn't stay in a daze all day long, but starts to read books, and occasionally chats with Zhang Jie.

Zhang Jie didn't know how Zhang Yuan treated him in his heart - but at least he hated his father, and he couldn't get rid of it in this life.

This will be an eternal rift.Zhang Jie does not intend to face and resolve it, because this is an unsolvable problem.He only hoped that time could dilute the grief as much as possible, erase the resentment, and they could return to their previous intimacy.

He tried every means to escape and try his best to mend this relationship.Zhang Yuan himself seemed to have seen it, he was more sober than before, and he didn't care about many things.

Zhang Yuan laughed at himself: "Life and death are all in the thoughts of others, what else can I ask for? Who cares about me? Who will I suffer for..."

Zhang Jie was speechless, after all, it was the truth.He can only say: "You still have me at least."

Zhang Yuan looked at him, and let out a sigh from the depths of his gaze."I hope so," he said.

Zhang Jie's heart tightened for no reason, and he always felt flustered.

When the prince first fell ill, no one expected that this would be a death calamity.It wasn't until he was seriously ill that everyone finally realized that the sky was about to change. People in the capital were fluctuating for a while, rumors were flying, and the city was full of storms.

It is of course a lie to say that you don't want to be an emperor.Zhang Jie knows that he is not the most satisfactory choice for his father, but he is the best choice now.He is confident that he can beat his elder brothers, and he is not afraid to fight for it, but he is always a little uneasy.

Zhang Yuan treated him as usual.Spend time with him, chat with him to relieve fatigue, and even give him advice.The more this happened, the more Zhang Jie felt that something was wrong.But he was so busy that he had no time to think about it.

Until he was finally canonized, Zhang Yuan smiled at him and said, "Congratulations, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

He only thought that Zhang Yuan was joking with him, but he heard Zhang Yuan say again: "Your Majesty has allowed me to return to Pingzhou, and I will leave after the beginning of spring next year."

He didn't react for a moment, and it took a long time before he said: "Then...then I also want to congratulate you."

Zhang Yuan said: "From now on, the mountains will be high and the water will be long, and it will be difficult to see Your Highness again. May Your Highness cherish it."

Only then did Zhang Jie realize that something was wrong, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing..." Zhang Yuan said, "May Your Highness work hard to govern and enjoy the country for a long time. I'll go back and pack my bags, and I won't bother Your Highness anymore."

Zhang Jie's heart was still in a mess, he couldn't figure it out, he just asked: "Are you... going to throw away the relationship of the previous ten years?"

"Of course I will remember it in my heart." Zhang Yuan continued, "It's just that when His Highness becomes the throne in the future, he will soon forget it."

Zhang Jie forgot to say the words to defend himself for a while, he instinctively grabbed Zhang Yuan, for fear that he would leave like this.

"Let go." Zhang Yuan sighed softly, "It's been too long since I've been with you until today."

"Trust me..." Zhang Jie said, his voice dry.

Zhang Yuan broke away from his hand and said, "I want to believe you. But you are His Majesty's son...do you really believe in yourself?"

"Forget about me as soon as possible, don't make it too ugly in the end."

Zhang Jie was in a daze for a while, and he didn't wake up from the accident for a long time.When he woke up, he went to Zhang Yuan, but was rejected again and again.

During the long night, he woke up from a nightmare, his forehead wet with cold sweat.He was in a daze, as if he couldn't remember whether every bit of the past ten years was a dream.

Until seeing off, he didn't see Zhang Yuan, only a letter.

Hope brother cherish it.

Brother Yuan