Your Majesty has a white moonlight

"Does Your Majesty have any scars on his body?"

Zhang Jie's hand stopped.He said, "Yes."

Yan Qinghe asked: "Your Majesty also used some imperial physician's ointments... Do you want to get rid of them?"

"No." Zhang Jie shook his head with a smile, "I have been to the frontier battlefield...the ones I left back then, I don't care so much."

Yan Qinghe thought for a while, but he was actually not familiar with the emperor's body at all.Even though they had done the most intimate thing in bed, he hadn't looked carefully at the emperor's body.

Where would these scars be?Back, chest, or waist?Yan Qinghe imagined for a while, and then began to imagine the situation of the very young emperor being injured.

Zhang Jie then said, "I shouldn't have gone that trip, and it just caused you to suffer. You are a hero who protects the crown prince. What reward do you want?"

Yan Qinghe said: "Follow Your Majesty. Haven't you already rewarded me?"

"It's not about that." Zhang Jie said, "You certainly don't care about those objects. I see that you like reading history—didn't you say that you want to do something? The Record of the First Emperor was delayed intermittently for a few years, and then started to do it again after a while. Would you like to do it? Are you going?"

Zhang Jie thought for a while, and added: "After you recover."

Yan Qinghe thought for a while before saying, "Let's see."

That's what he said, but soon he began to think of ways to read the daily notes at that time.

There was one more thing that Yan Qinghe didn't remember much at first.One day, he vaguely heard words like "messengers of the country" and "gifts", and then he remembered that the Longevity Day was coming.

Yan Qinghe was thinking, should I give the emperor a gift?in his own name.Of course, the emperor has everything he can give away; but no matter what he gives, it is just a heart.

He also thought about giving a piece of his own calligraphy or painting, but it's okay to give it to friends casually, but he feels that he can't do it if he wants to give it to the emperor.

He went home and found a small thing.It is a jade Weng Zhong, a small pendant for body protection, extremely simple and simple, an old man in a toga and a high crown is carved out with just a few knives.It's not a very exquisite carving, but it's an ancient piece, quiet and unsophisticated, and the tea-brown jade color gets deeper and deeper as it goes down, condensing time in it.

The old man's mouth was only engraved with a knife, and it looked like a smile but not a smile.

No matter how you send things that are safe, you can't go wrong.Yan Qinghe packed it in a small box of agarwood. The fragrance material is Nanyang material, the taste is sweet and far away, like flowers and fruits.But the wood of this spice is soft, and most of it is fragments, which are often used for fumigation, but very few of them can be carved.

Yan Qinghe put down the box, and his fingertips were tinged with the cool aroma.

The day before the Longevity Festival, the emperor said to him: "You should come to my place tomorrow night... just afraid that it will be too late again."

Yan Qinghe agreed, and then asked the emperor: "Why does Your Majesty look unhappy?"

"It's too noisy." Zhang Jie said, "It's not that it's not good to be lively, but it's not for my birthday, it's for them to show off."

Yan Qinghe smiled: "You are the Son of Heaven, your birthday is a festival for the whole world, of course it's not just for one person."

So Yan Qinghe thought, his gift should wait until tomorrow night before giving it to the emperor.When the emperor got rid of the courtiers and nobles, he only celebrated his own birthday for the emperor.

The sky was clear and blue, the sky was bright and the air was clear, and there were colorful decorations everywhere inside and outside the palace city.During the day, he met with envoys, received congratulations from all officials, and had banquets with clan relatives and concubines at night.

Before the ceremony, he needed to change his clothes, and the dress was extremely cumbersome. Zhang Jie asked the palace servants to change his clothes for him, while listening to Liu Shan's explanation.

After Liu Shan finished speaking, he paused and said, "King An has not arrived..."

Liu Shan has followed the emperor for many years, and probably knows a little story about many years ago.He went on to say: "When King An just set off, he was unwell, so he returned home. The one who came was the prince, and he has been on his way. He only arrived yesterday..."

Zhang Jie was absent-minded at first, but when he heard this sentence suddenly, he couldn't react, he was a little dazed, and asked again: "What?"

"King An didn't arrive due to illness, but it was Prince An's son who came..."

Caught off guard.Zhang Jie felt that he was not ready yet.It doesn't matter if you think about it from a distance, or use someone else's memory, that's one thing; but it's another thing to meet him face to face.

It's ridiculous that he misses Zhang Yuan so much, but he wants to escape when he is in front of him.

The ceremony was about to begin, and the palace was silent, the sound of ritual and music was solemn and solemn, and the echo came out from the palace, blending with the distant sky.

The emperor is always distracted.Foreign envoys presented congratulatory gifts, the bell rang, and the prime minister took the lead in raising wine glasses, one cup of wine, two cups of wine, and three cups of wine.Hundreds of dancers held flowers and danced, and actors sang softly to the pipa.

Sitting high in the hall, the emperor couldn't see the face of the dancing girl clearly, he could only see Cailian dancing.He was so familiar with these ceremonies that they could be done gracefully without all his attention, so that his mind always wandered off.

His eyes flicked over Zhang Yuan inadvertently.It was also distant and vague, but familiar, and he could imagine the clear face.

But he didn't dare to look any further.He suddenly thought of Yan Qinghe, and felt a sense of guilt for betrayal.Zhang Yuan is right, the supreme power has indeed changed him.

It is he who coerces and lures, and he is the one who uses power for personal gain.He could obviously keep that bit of thought in his heart and let it be clean from beginning to end.But he didn't—how would he face Zhang Yuan?He can no longer reminisce about the old days with him frankly, nor can he confess his feelings with a clear conscience.

After all, he is different from ten years ago.At that time, he could say to Zhang Yuan with sincerity: "At least you still have me."

Now that I think about it, it really is a young and frivolous words.Zhang Yuan left him and had a good life, even better.What he never forgets is actually himself.

It was getting dark, and another round of banquets had just begun.The beauties were singing and dancing, and all kinds of delicacies and fresh fruits were placed on the table one after another, which was more relaxed and gentle than in the daytime.

Zhang Jie hesitated after drinking two glasses of wine, and finally said: "Let the son come to talk to me."

Zhang Yuan walked up to the emperor, saluted him, and sat down.The emperor asked: "How is the uncle's health? But what's wrong?"

Zhang Yuan replied: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. There is no serious problem. My father just felt a little unwell. It was because my younger brother was afraid that the trip would be tiring and another accident would happen, so I came here for my father. I was in a hurry, so I didn't have time to inform His Majesty in advance. , may Your Majesty forgive me."

"It's fine." The emperor said, "If you have a problem, just talk to me. It's good to have a few imperial doctors in the palace. The emperor's health is important, so don't be careless."

Zhang Yuan nodded in agreement, and said: "No illness was found, after my mother passed away that year, my father's health was not very good...probably due to heart disease."

Speaking of this, the two were silent for a moment.The emperor lowered his eyelashes all the time, his eyes drifted away, and he didn't look directly at Zhang Yuan.

Maybe I dare not.But the emperor thought of Yan Qinghe again——Yan Qinghe might already be waiting for him.He thought of Yan Qinghe's pain recently, his pretended calm demeanor, and his still thin face.He felt a little troubled, how should he face Yan Qinghe?

The emperor asked again: "What happened to Princess Changxi?" Princess Changxi was Zhang Yuan's daughter, and the emperor personally titled her.

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "She is very good, but she still likes to make trouble, but she can always make my father happy, so I will let her go."

The emperor said: "You can take her to live in Beijing for a while. I haven't seen her since she grew up. She and Yuchan are also about the same age. They can get along well and won't be lonely."

"Okay, I'll bring her here next year to gain a better understanding." Zhang Yuan paused, and then continued, "But if it's a long stay, that's fine... She's too eccentric, so it doesn't matter in the countryside, but I'm afraid It is not suitable to live in the palace."

The emperor understood that Zhang Yuan did not want the children to follow their old ways.He raised his eyes and looked directly into Zhang Yuan's eyes, unexpectedly feeling calm.

Instead, she became dizzy with shock and couldn't breathe.

He once almost ruined a person because of his eyes.

Now he felt that those eyes did not resemble him that much.