Your Majesty has a white moonlight

In fact, Zhang Jie is fortunate.Fortunately, it was not the eldest prince who was injured, and fortunately, it was not the eldest prince who was seriously ill.He has to thank Yan Qinghe.

But he was always bored for no reason, lost in thought when Zhu Zhu fell, and couldn't sleep in the dim soft light of a small lamp at night.

At this moment, he realized that he was worried about Yan Qinghe.

He always heard from others, what happened to Yan Qinghe.The news of a few people is more disturbing than no news.However, he can't show his uneasiness, he wants to be calm, he is the emperor.

But after all, he was restless from time to time, which was hard to restrain.Zhang Jie seldom decides to regret why, but now he thinks that he should not have let Yan Qinghe go home.Keep people by your side, you can see them, and you can feel more at ease.

He wanted to see Yan Qinghe very much.This wish became more urgent and stronger as time passed.It's not because of any deep feelings, it's just a kind of worry that things are out of my control, just like my beloved kitten and puppy are hurt but don't know how to live or die, they will also worry.

However, he couldn't see Yan Qinghe, he didn't have a suitable excuse, the emperor went to visit the sick, the title was too heavy.Wanting to see but not being able to see it—he's had it before, and he's had enough of it.

It was not long before the crown prince's canonization ceremony.When first talking about this matter, Yan Qinghe was still doing well in the Ministry of Rites, and maybe there were still some things that he needed to handle.But now, he can only lie on the hospital bed and listen to others.

Yan Qinghe has recovered a lot by now, and no longer has a high fever, but still has a low-grade fever from time to time, and it is always lingering, and he refuses to recover.Gu Jin decided that he needed to replenish his body after a serious illness, so he asked the kitchen to cook nourishing dishes in different ways every day, without making him tired, and asked him to rest at home for a while.

After all, he found the prince and was the hero who protected the prince.The emperor rewarded him with many things, which were sent to the mansion by Liu Shan himself.There is also a handwritten letter from the emperor, copying "Qin Feng·Zhong Nan".

What is there in Zhongnan?There are plums.

The gentleman is the last, brocade clothes and fox fur.

His face is like Wodan, so is his king.

What is there in Zhongnan?There is Ji Youtang.

A gentleman ends up wearing clothes and embroidering clothes.

Peiyu will be a general, and he will never forget his life test.

Yan Qinghe read a piece of ribbed caviar gold paper several times in his hand, sealed it up and put it away.He knew that the emperor worried about him.He remembered the day the emperor held his hand.His hands are cold, the emperor's hands are hot; his hands are hot, the emperor's hands are cold.

The emperor wished him a long life - Yan Qinghe found it very interesting again.The emperor was probably afraid that he would not be able to afford it once and accidentally died of it.But this poem was originally written for Qin Jun. Wouldn't the emperor's life be shortened if he wrote it to him?

This kind of contradiction is like the relationship between him and the emperor who is constantly arguing and still messing up.But he was ill once, and after resting in bed for a long time, he actually took all these things lightly—or maybe he burned his brain for too long.

He has studied hard since he was a child, and has been busy and beautiful all the time, so he finally has time to take a rest.It doesn't matter what he does; he can do whatever the emperor wants.He just thinks too much and makes himself sick.But these messy things, where is life important?

Jing Xia came to visit again.When he came back for the first time, Yan Qinghe had a high fever and was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to see anyone.Now he was bored after lying in bed for a long time, and someone was coming to relieve his boredom.

Jing Xia sighed first when he saw him, and Yan Qinghe quickly stopped him: "What do you mean? It's too unlucky for someone to visit a sick person with such a sad face."

Jing Xia said, "Are you also concerned about auspiciousness and inauspiciousness?"

"Even if I don't care, why are you sighing? I'm fine now."

"What's wrong with you?" Jing Xia said, "You look in the mirror before you say this."

"I'm sick, it's inevitable." Yan Qinghe replied, "but I'm in good spirits."

"In front of me, why are you pretending? You haven't had a good time recently, but these are none of your business."

"Then what am I going to do? Shall I complain to you?" Yan Qinghe said with a smile.

"You said 'lack of luck' lightly..." Jing Xia said, "The Zhao family fell, the king retired, and the crown prince was established. And you, what are you doing? Are you handling documents for the emperor, or are you at home? recuperate?"

Yan Qinghe felt that Jing Xia's question was inexplicable, and he asked back with a smile: "Otherwise, what should I do? I just do my own thing, what does the rest have to do with me?"

Of course Jing Xia didn't believe that Yan Qinghe was really so desireless, but he looked at Yan Qinghe's expression naturally without a trace of loneliness, but seemed serious.He pondered for a while, and then said: "There is a sentence that I should not have asked. But now I am asking for the sake of friendship for so many years, you answer me truthfully——Who did you provoke?"

"...No." Yan Qinghe said, "It's just my own bad luck. Why do you ask this? Stop thinking about it."

Jing Yao recalled that a year ago Yan Qinghe hesitated and said that he knew some unspeakable secrets, and he suspected that it was related to this.But with Yan Qinghe's attitude of not saying anything, Jing Xia stopped asking.

Yan Qinghe said: "You don't understand. After one illness, people change. They become vulgar, but they can see it openly. It is vulgar to believe that these auspicious and unlucky ones, because they are life-saving; it is very interesting to look at it. Get over it, the world is in vain, and life matters."

"What nonsense." Jing Xia scolded him with a smile, "The world is still in vain, so don't take it too far and escape into Buddhism."

"Where is the fallacy..." Yan Qinghe suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Mr. Wen asked you to come this time?"

Jing Xia stunned him when he said that, then calmed down and said, "Sir, indeed, he asked me to come. He is because you are careful, and you are afraid that you will think too much about things one after another, and you will make trouble, so he asked me to enlighten you."

He paused, and then said: "But you are too calm, you are abnormally quiet, that's why I deliberately provoked you just now. Qinghe——I won't be able to see through you."

It was enough for Yan Qinghe to lie down at home, and enough to see sick people.He felt that if he continued to raise him, the emperor would lose his patience.There was nothing to do when he went back and forth, so he went back to the palace regardless of his mother's dissuasion.

That day when he went to see the emperor, he was wearing his own uniform.The light green thin shirt is clear and gentle. If it is normal, it can be praised as "the grass is jealous of the spring robe".But now his sickness is still there, his cheeks are thinner, his cheekbones are showing, and his complexion is not very good-looking, but he feels that he can't afford such a vivid green color.

The emperor stared at him blankly for a long while before asking, "Why have you lost so much weight?"

Yan Qinghe said helplessly: "Could it be possible to get sick and fat?"

The emperor ignored his joke and asked, "Don't you take the supplements I gave you?"

"Eating is eating," Yan Qinghe said, "It's just that the illness comes like a mountain, and the illness goes like a thread, how can I recover in a short time."

The emperor seemed very displeased with his thin appearance, still frowning.Yan Qinghe had no choice but to say: "It's just a little thinner, but I'm fine. Your majesty's trustees are keeping it. Thank you for your majesty's concern. It's still thanks to your majesty."

Yan Qinghe thought to himself, it is obvious that he is sick, but why does he always come to comfort others?

But I don't know that Zhang Jie heard him say "Thanks to His Majesty", it was another feeling.He stretched out his hand to caress Yan Qinghe's face, and he could clearly feel the bones.

It was a little hot, but the emperor's hands were a little cool.Yan Qinghe didn't know what to think, and couldn't help but put his hand on the back of the emperor's hand.He was shocked when he felt the touch.But the emperor was looking at him, he avoided the emperor's gaze in embarrassment, and slowly lowered his hand inch by inch.

The emperor asked, "Is your leg all right?"

"Okay, I'm fine."

"I'll take a look."

Yan Qinghe said in surprise: "What's there to see!"

The emperor smiled and said, "What else do you and I have to be embarrassed about?"

"It's not the problem..." Yan Qinghe said, "People who don't know think I have a broken leg."

The emperor laughed out loud: "That's because you didn't know how miserable you looked at that time, and you didn't look popular at all. It means that you were young and didn't think anything was wrong."

In fact, Yan Qinghe was still embarrassed.They were in a shady relationship, and it made him feel strange to do such an ambiguous behavior in broad daylight.

But how close is it really?It also seems that he has a guilty conscience and is affectionate.The wound on his leg has healed, but the scab has not completely fallen off, and there is a long streak, like a hideous and lifeless bug.

The emperor touched his wound, and Yan Qinghe actually felt a numbness spreading to his face.The emperor said regretfully: "It will leave a scar."

Yan Qinghe said: "I can't see it again, it doesn't get in the way."

"It's better to ask the imperial doctor to make some ointment, which can relieve a little."

"So what's the trouble, what's wrong with the man leaving some scars?"

"What good thing do you think?" The emperor laughed at him, "You fool."