Your Majesty has a white moonlight

chaos.

Zhang Jie didn't drink a few glasses of wine, and he woke up most of the time, but he felt extremely confused.A slight but sharp tinnitus spread from the ears and rushed to the top of the head, making the scalp numb.The surrounding voices were still there, but they were not real. He could see Zhang Yuan talking, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Your Majesty?" Zhang Yuan tentatively called after seeing him responding for a long time.

Zhang Jie was stunned for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Yuan's wrist.Zhang Yuan was startled, frowned, and called again: "Your Majesty?"

But Zhang Jie just stared at him for a while, then slowly let go of his hand.He just wanted to see clearly how much Yan Qinghe resembled the person he had been dreaming of?But he felt a headache, and for a moment he couldn't remember what Yan Qinghe looked like.

Who does he think, who does he love?

Zhang Jie felt as if he had touched something, but he couldn't figure it out; maybe he was resisting the truth, so he didn't dare to think about it.

He drank a few glasses of wine, trying to suppress his uneasy emotions.The wine is pungent in the throat, leaving a mellow aftertaste in the nasal cavity.Instead of being sleepy, he felt wide awake, hyper-awake.He heard his heart beating, beating faster than usual, and his forehead was beating.

Very awake, but do not want to think.The wine spread out in the body, a little dry and hot.

He had only one thought, he wanted to see Yan Qinghe.

When the banquet was over, Yan Qinghe had been waiting in the emperor's bedroom for a long time.He was bored, flipping through the books placed by the emperor's bedside, and the small box containing jade ornaments was placed in his arms.

Finally, when the emperor came back, Yan Qinghe held the small box in his hand and got up to greet the emperor.

When he saw the emperor, he couldn't help but pause.There was no trace of a smile on the emperor's face; the expression was neither tired nor displeased, but somewhat majestic and even ruthless, which made his heart tremble.

The emperor walked straight to him, and the emperor kissed him before he delivered the things in his hand.

This kiss was not gentle at all.Rush, rough, aggressive, like venting.

Yan Qinghe felt that the emperor was baffled, but he was still dazed and couldn't keep up with the rhythm.His lips and tongue intertwined, he was not used to such intense kisses, he couldn't breathe, and his lips hurt a little.

When the kiss ended, Yan Qinghe took a few breaths.He felt that the emperor was abnormal.The emperor hugged him, put his head on his shoulders, and then turned his head to kiss his neck.

Too much force, some pain.Yan Qinghe didn't feel emotional, just puzzled and frightened.Suddenly the emperor bit his Adam's apple lightly, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue.He trembled all over, and subconsciously clenched the box in his hand tightly, causing his hand to hurt.

No, the emperor is not usually like this.The emperor was always extremely gentle on the bed, and would kiss his fingers delicately, and kiss the sensitive place behind his ears.The emperor was considerate of him and would try his best to make him amuse, and never left a hickey on his neck.

The outer shirt was taken off by the emperor, leaving only a layer of inner clothing.The emperor didn't even have the patience to go to bed, he just pressed him on the large desk nearby.

July is hot, and the night is already a bit cold.The window was still open, Zhang Jie didn't feel cold after drinking, Yan Qinghe was not in good health yet, wearing only a thin layer of unlined clothing, sitting next to the cold hardwood desk.

As soon as Yan Qinghe let go, the small box fell to the ground with a bang, not sure if it was broken or not.

The emperor kissed his chest and collarbone downwards, this position was really uncomfortable, Yan Qinghe wanted to say to do it on the bed, but couldn't say it, so he struggled.But the emperor actually bit his collarbone, Yan Qinghe tried to push the emperor away in pain, but the emperor pressed him tightly, and he couldn't push him away at all.

Yan Qinghe was scared, he thought the emperor was crazy.He knew that the emperor was drinking, but the smell of alcohol was not strong, and he knew that the emperor was not drunk.

It was not drunk that made him afraid.But he still said to the emperor: "Your Majesty drank too much, sober up..."

The emperor ignored him, and he shouted, "Let go!"

So the emperor simply kissed him again and gagged his mouth.Yan Qinghe's heart broke, and he went to bite the emperor's tongue.Sure enough, the emperor let go, covered his mouth and looked at him.

Yan Qinghe hoped that the emperor would wake up.His hair was disheveled, and he was holding the desk with his hands, staring straight into the emperor's eyes.Those eyes were dark, but they seemed to be burning with flames, and the persistence made him shiver.

Zhang Jie was not drunk, and of course he would not wake up.He didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to vent and divert his messy thoughts.He didn't feel sleepy at all, and he confirmed that he was not drunk, and the sense of existence of consciousness was extremely strong.But the consciousness seems to be too strong, making the world of the physical body blurred, like being in a dream.

When Yan Qinghe pushed him away with his hands, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance of orchids, but none of them smelled such fragrance.As in a fantasy.

Yan Qinghe didn't want to struggle anymore, he couldn't beat the emperor at all, especially the emperor who looked crazy.The emperor didn't mean to talk to him, he just asked for it.

He had done so many times with the emperor, and it was the first time he really felt the pain.It was cold, hard, and painful.

Gritting his teeth, there was still a groan leaking out, mixed with pain and pleasure.He closed his eyes, and his temples felt wet and cool, like tears.

Yan Qinghe thought, the emperor really doesn't need any ridiculous intentions.

When Zhang Jie woke up, it was broad daylight.The sun was bright and bright, no different from the past.It's just that he felt a slight headache, and then he recalled drinking last night and blowing the wind again.

He gradually remembered what he did last night.He was indeed not drunk, he was drunk in the dark night.

The more he thought about it, the more incredible it became. If it wasn't for the dull pain in his head, he would almost suspect that it was just a big dream.Zhang Jie suddenly thought that he himself had a headache, so what about Yan Qinghe?

Yan Qinghe insisted on going to sleep in the side hall last night, but Zhang Jie was upset and didn't intend to get entangled, so he let him go.It was because he lost his soul that he tossed him like that, and then left him to rest alone.

He shouted: "Liu Shan!"

Liu Shan was instructing his eunuchs to pack the clothes the emperor would wear, and rushed to the emperor's bedside when he heard the sound: "Your Majesty is going to get up?"

Zhang Jie asked, "Where's Yan Qinghe?"

Liu Shan replied: "Master Yan hasn't gotten up yet..."

As soon as Zhang Jie heard Liu Shan's slow tone, he understood three points.

As expected, Yan Qinghe had a fever again.Zhang Jie called an imperial doctor to watch over him, and he felt a worse headache.

Fortunately, Yan Qinghe was still awake.He regretted so much that his chest was sore and stuffy, and he was still worried about Yan Qinghe.But he was a little afraid to see Yan Qinghe.

It was he who was sorry for Yan Qinghe.Zhang Jie remembered that a year ago, he noticed Yan Qinghe for the first time.He was a restrained and quiet person, but he couldn't stop the high-spirited and high-spirited posture.

However, in one year, there were so many unreasonable disasters.Zhang Jie thought of Yan Qinghe's panic when he first saw him, of his recovering from injury but consoling himself that he was fine, of one night when he asked "what do you think of me", and of his disheveled clothes, red eyes and hopeless eyes yesterday glare.

Their relationship had been eased.If it weren't for this sudden incident, they would have shared the same bed last night.Today he was on vacation, so he was not going to court, so he casually looked at the records, and Yan Qinghe would continue to read the daily records.

Originally it was good.But people think that the night can cover everything, so they commit crimes at night recklessly, forgetting that bloodstains will be revealed during the day, and the criminal will be judged.

He thought of Zhang Yuan.He also only lived for three decades, he was with Zhang Yuan for ten years as a teenager, and then spent the next ten years thinking about him.

He could obviously forget it, but he couldn't forget it.

It's been more than ten years, is he really reading Zhang Yuan?Later, he also met Zhang Yuan a few times, but what he missed was the young Zhang Yuan after all.

However, the boy was no longer there, so he recalled it over and over again, fearing that those days and that heartbeat would be blurred from his memory.But to this day, is he obsessed with that person, or is it just such an unforgettable thought?

Yan Qinghe said that his father didn't love beauties and country.That person is the real emperor, whether it is family affection or love, he never takes it to heart.That year, Zhang Jie, who had just grown into a man from a boy, saw the person he cared about most grieved, but he was helpless.

People say that he is most like his father, but he doesn't want to be like that.But when the country was in his hands, life and death could not be taken away by his casual words, he understood the ruthlessness and indifference of his father.

Therefore, he guards a relationship and never forgets it, dare not forget it.

He kept it for so long that he forgot why he kept it.Now that he is sitting on the highest place in the world, he finally looks at other people's sorrows and joys with cold eyes like the late emperor.

But after all, he was still not as clever as his father, and he still tied his heart to that man.

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