Your Majesty has a white moonlight

Why yourself?

Yan Qinghe had been thinking about this question from the very beginning.

That day, the emperor left him alone.He seldom had the opportunity to meet with the saint alone to discuss matters, so he felt anxious and secretly wondered if he had made any mistakes in his recent work.

When we arrived at the study, there was only the emperor alone.Yan Qinghe quietly glanced at Shengyan, seeing the emperor's face was calm, and felt a little at ease.

He waited, guessing what the emperor was going to say to him.However, for a long time, the emperor just said: "Shi'an, are you 23 now?"

Shi'an is Yan Qinghe's word.He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly responded: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty is 23 this year."

The emperor seemed to be lost in thought, but when he spoke again, he still asked gossip about marriage or not.Yan Qinghe returned one by one, and couldn't help being curious about the emperor's intentions.Could it be, could it be that the elder brother couldn't stand his mother's nagging and begged the emperor to marry him?

He was terrified by his own thoughts, and in a blink of an eye he heard the emperor say again: "Shi'an, raise your head."

He raised his head almost instinctively, meeting the Emperor's gaze.It was rare for him to look at the emperor so closely, but the current emperor surprised him.

That gaze was too deep, it shouldn't be the gaze of an ordinary courtier.Yan Qinghe couldn't tell what was inside, but this feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

In an instant, he thought a lot, and he even thought that something happened to his elder brother, and the emperor wanted to liquidate the Yan family.He wanted to avoid the emperor's eyes, but finally dared not.

Zhang Jie stood up and approached Yan Qinghe.Yan Qinghe's heart was beating like a drum gradually, he felt the emperor came to his side, stretched out his hand, and stretched it to his face.

He was so frightened that he froze, but Zhang Jie just stroked his face lightly with his hand, and let out a long sigh.

Zhang Jie stretched out his hand and hugged Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe didn't dare to breathe out at the moment, his whole body was as stiff as a log, his mind was a mess, and he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.The emperor wrapped his arms around his waist, gently untied his belt with the other, and put it into the hem of his clothes.

With a bang, a thunder exploded in his ear.The chaos was broken, he understood, he suddenly understood.

Yan Qinghe didn't know where the strength and courage came from, pushed the emperor away, and knelt on the ground as if he almost fell, lying at Zhang Jie's feet.He trembled all over, and said in an unstable tone: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty respect yourself!"

Zhang Jie stared quietly at the man kneeling on the ground, and quickly leaned over to help him: "It's cold on the ground, get up quickly."

Where did Yan Qinghe dare to get up, he just said over and over again that the minister was dead.Still looking at him, Zhang Jie called out in a majestic tone, "Qinghe."

Yan Qinghe lost that bit of courage.what can he doThe emperor helped him again, but he was at a loss, but felt that he could no longer offend the emperor, so he stood up in a daze along with the force.

The emperor came to hug him again.He didn't dare to struggle anymore, he just stepped back step by step.Zhang Jie didn't care, and waited until Yan Qinghe retreated to the corner, then put his arms around him and untied his clothes.

He was still shaking like chaff.The emperor gently stroked a section of exposed skin near the upper collarbone.Yan Qinghe couldn't tell what it was like, he just felt that his chest was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, and he was about to suffocate to death.

The emperor came up and kissed the corner of his eyes lightly.

Yan Qinghe suddenly felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.One more moment, and he would drown.He didn't care too much, and used his last bit of strength to break away from the emperor, then knelt down on the ground again, speechless: "Your Majesty... I beg Your Majesty, please let me go..."

Zhang Jie didn't speak for a long time, and there was only Yan Qinghe's panting in the study.After a long time, Zhang Jie seemed to be disappointed, and sighed, "Let's go."

Yan Qinghe didn't care about thanking him, he pulled up his clothes, got up in a hurry, and fled out of the palace without stopping.

After leaving the palace gate, Yan Qinghe didn't know where to go.He just wandered the streets in a dazed state, aimlessly, with vain steps.The sun was shining, too white, too bright, and not warm at all.He didn't know how long he had been wandering the streets, but only when he saw that the hawkers on the street had closed their stalls did he remember that he should go home too.

When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, Yan Qinghe took a few breaths, and said to himself, a man of seven feet, as for mourning over such a little thing, is he in a daze?After beating myself up a few times in this way, I felt that my face should have some blood, so I went home.

However, when Gu Jin saw him, he still asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so bad?"

Yan Qinghe smiled and said, "It's probably because I was disturbed by mosquitoes last night and didn't sleep well."

Gu Jin frowned and said, "Why are there still mosquitoes in this weather? Later, ask someone to fumigate your house again."

Yan Qinghe almost shed tears because of this sentence, and hurriedly said a few jokes.He didn't dare to think, how sad and sad would his mother be if she found out?He didn't even dare to think, if his father and elder brother knew about it, how sad or disappointed they would be?

Sure enough, Yan Qinghe still suffered from insomnia that night.He lay on the bed, controlling himself not to think about those things, but the more he tried to control, the more he couldn't restrain his thoughts.He thought, how could he fall into the eyes of the emperor?I have never heard of the emperor loving Longyang before, let alone molesting courtiers.But why did this happen to him?

Thinking about it again, even if there is, how can I know it?It was as if he had swallowed the bitter fruit alone and dared not tell others.Yan Qinghe had a headache thinking about it, but he still couldn't help thinking about what was so special about him.If it is about appearance, there are not a few young talents in the court; if it is about pleasure, I don't understand the style, how can it compare with the actors in the Goulan courtyard?Yan Qinghe thought mockingly, even if he knew, so what?

On the second day, Yan Qinghe still took sick leave and did not go to court.It's not that he pretended to be sick, but that he was really sick.The day before yesterday, I was frightened and thought too much. I was sweating all over in the palace and then I went out to blow the air. In addition, I didn't sleep all night, so I started to have a fever in the morning, and it was so hot that I couldn't get out of bed at noon.

Gu Jin sat by the bed and kept blaming herself: "Seeing that He'er's complexion was not good yesterday, I should have seen a doctor earlier, and I wouldn't be like this now."

Yan Qinghe held her hand, but comforted her: "The doctor said it's all right, but I've caught a cold, so I'll be fine with more sleep." Just now when the doctor came to check his pulse, he was really nervous for a moment.Immediately afterwards, he laughed at himself for being jittery. He was fine at first, and even the illness was frightened by himself. Why are you nervous?

In the evening, Yan Zhanlu also came back, clamoring to see his second brother.He is now 16 years old, although he has done a lot of sage knowledge, but he has been spoiled by his parents and brothers since he was a child, and he is still a child at heart.

Yan Qinghe was a little dumbfounded, but now he seemed to have made military achievements, and was placed at home, and everyone wanted to come and watch.

Yan Zhanlu patted his second brother's head and felt relieved when he felt that it was not too hot.When I left in the morning, I heard that my second brother was ill, but my mother didn't allow me to see it, which made me worry even more for a day.

Yan Zhanlu asked for credit and said: "Today I wanted to come back to see my second brother earlier, but I left in a hurry. My husband didn't blame me, but said that I really respect and love my brother."

Yan Qinghe scolded with a smile: "I'm just catching the wind and cold, what are you worrying about? You can't read the books well, so you can take care of me at home."

"I'm worried that the second brother is also wrong?" Yan Zhanlu knew that Yan Qinghe was not only stern but also soft-hearted, so he still smiled and said: "Mr. also knows that the second brother is ill, so he wants me to send a greeting to the second brother."

Mr. Yan Zhanlu has a lot of background.Now that the old man is over sixty years old, he is still hale and hearty and personable.When he was young, he was a well-known talent in Yangzhou. After entering Beijing, he worked as a teacher in the Jing family. Today's Minister of Rites, Jing Mingzhao, Yan Canghong's Taishan, Yan Qinghe's boss, was once his student.

It was also because of this relationship that Yan Zhanlu was able to go to the old man's school with the children of the Jing family's generation.

Yan Qinghe really had a headache.Does his illness have to be known to all courts?Looking at his younger brother's cheerful face, he felt a little bit relieved, but also more bitter.

There is no other way except forbearance.If he doesn't accept it, who will accept it?Father, elder brother, or younger brother?

Even though he asked for leave, Yan Qinghe didn't dare to rest too much, and went to court again when the fever subsided the next day.Lying at home with nothing to do, it is inevitable to think wildly, and there are official duties to fill in, but you can worry less.

Yan Qinghe couldn't figure out what the emperor was thinking, whether he had completely lost interest in him, or if he had temporarily suspended his troops.So worried every day, seeing the people around the emperor was startled, until he really looked forward to the eunuchs under Liu Shan's hands.

No matter how much you think about it, it's better to come here in person, when Yan Qinghe crossed the threshold, he still couldn't help but fight with each other.He was already thinking about how to delay this time?To annoy the emperor again, he really doesn't have the guts to do so, should he show emotion and reason?

Still...still...still...he didn't dare to think about it.

When Zhang Jie saw him coming, he dismissed the people in the house.As expected, Yan Qinghe closed his eyes, with a gesture of sacrifice.

Zhang Jie smiled lightly.He stepped forward to hug Yan Qinghe, and Yan Qinghe instinctively wanted to break free, but he exerted force on his hands, and whispered in Yan Qinghe's ear: "Don't be afraid, I won't move you."

Sure enough, Yan Qinghe stopped earning and let the emperor hold him.

The emperor didn't speak, just hugged him from behind and put his head on his shoulder.The room was extremely quiet, Yan Qinghe didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the emperor.

After that day, the emperor called him a few more times, but it was just for tenderness, kissing at most, and sometimes even chatting with him, as if the matter of undressing that time did not exist.Yan Qinghe's heart became more and more uncertain. What he was most afraid of was that the emperor not only did not lose interest in him, but instead treated him with extreme warmth, like a lover for many years, without the slightest aggressiveness, which made him unable to resist.

But Yan Qinghe always knew that the emperor's heart was more than that.

He waited in fear, waiting for the emperor to execute him when.

until that day.