Your Majesty has a white moonlight

In the past, even just a year ago, Yan Qinghe never thought that he would quarrel with the emperor.Of course, he never thought that he and the emperor would come to this point.

But that's how it happened.The problem between him and the emperor is not a day or two, nor can it be explained clearly in a sentence or two.Both he and the emperor were busy on their own and stopped talking.

Yet they share the same bed.They didn't look at each other, but they knew that the other must still be awake.Know it from the breath, know it from the air.

The emperor said: "Shi'an."

Yan Qinghe didn't answer, but the emperor knew he was listening.

"I have three sons." The emperor suddenly said this, looking a little confused.

Yan Qinghe roughly understood what the emperor wanted to say, and he responded with a soft sound from his throat.

The emperor repeated: "I have three sons, that's enough, I think it's enough."

Yan Qinghe should have said, "But what does this have to do with me?" But he suddenly couldn't speak.The meaning of the emperor is very clear, and it is also very clear what it has to do with him. If he responds like this again, he will be acting stupid for no reason.

What's more, the weight of this sentence is too heavy, it is almost the emperor's promise, and he can't easily live up to the emperor's wishes.

"I understand your worries..." the emperor said, "You don't need to worry about these things. Whether it's the harem or your father and brother, it's up to me to worry about it. I just want you to know that I didn't do it on a whim, and I didn't mean to make fun of you."

Yan Qinghe said: "I understand." It is precisely because he understands that he is worried.It is precisely because the emperor is serious that it is too heavy.

He said: "But you are the emperor, you are the son of heaven. Up to now, I don't mean to blame you-but at the beginning, when you called me for the first time, did you miss me? Every time, you A thought flashes, it means that my life experience is ups and downs, have you ever thought about me? I know that being with you is like being with a tiger, so I can not blame you now, but I am afraid and tired. You want me to be with you, and I accept my fate; But you have to be sincere, I don’t understand, and I can’t give it to you. So be it, I’m sorry, you’ll be considerate of me.”

Zhang Jie felt tightness in his chest, and he couldn't refute.He just said: "Today is different from the past... Shi'an, if you sit in this position for a long time, your heart will harden."

Yan Qinghe turned his back to the emperor and said, "If Your Majesty is soft-hearted for me, please give me a good marriage."

Zhang Jie felt ridiculous again, he couldn't keep anyone.It is not completely dark at this time, a little moonlight and lights enable people to vaguely describe the world.He saw that his bed, and the whole room, were large and splendid.But when he was alone, he seemed extraordinarily empty.Yan Qinghe turned his back, all he could see was himself and such an empty and gorgeous palace.

Zhang Jie laughed softly: "Shi'an is so cruel...Do you have to call me a lonely family?"

"Your Majesty will not be alone." Yan Qinghe said, his voice was low and muffled, "Your Majesty once thought that he was deeply affectionate, but in a blink of an eye he said that he was interested in me. It is not difficult to find someone new."

Zhang Jie had no words to refute.

He knew he was dreaming.In the dream, Yan Qinghe dragged his bloody legs, walking slowly and with difficulty.He wanted to catch up and hug him, but he couldn't catch up.He desperately called Yan Qinghe, but there was no answer.

It was a terrible dream, but he couldn't wake up.He could only continue to chase, calling Yan Qinghe's name.At this time Yan Qinghe stopped, looked back, and frowned deeply when he saw him, turned back and continued walking, and soon disappeared.

Yan Qinghe left.He just walked away, even if it was so painful to walk alone, he didn't want to ask him to help him.So the world was vast, and he was the only one left.

Zhang Jie finally woke up.He felt the ease and joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. This was just a dream, but luckily it was a dream.He stretched out his hand to check around, but it was empty.Empty and still cold.

He broke out in a cold sweat.Is it a dream?Really a dream?He called out, "Shi'an?"

No one answered him.He raised his voice: "Shi'an!"

He thought of the lonely family he said before going to bed, and felt extremely panicked.He couldn't think because he was flustered, but he had an inexplicable and terrifying thought in his mind: Yan Qinghe really left?

Zhang Jie stepped out of bed wearing only his underwear and shouted loudly: "Yan Qinghe!"

He tried his best to restrain his thoughts, but the more he restrained, the more vivid the thoughts became.However, he turned the screen a moment later, only to see Yan Qinghe who was coming in a hurry, who was frightened by him.

Seeing him calling himself anxiously, Yan Qinghe thought that something had happened, and hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, I'm here. What's wrong?"

Zhang Jie saw Yan Qinghe standing in front of him with his clothes on.His hanging heart suddenly let go, and he took a few breaths, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably: "I thought you were gone."

He came back to his senses and realized his absurdity.But he didn't care anymore, he just thought: still, he's still here.

Yan Qinghe didn't find it funny, but sad.He said: "Where can I go? I am here, I am here. The moonlight is very good tonight, I can't help but look at it for a while."

The moonlight is indeed very good.Yan Qinghe opened the window, and the moonlight fell on the window sill, leaving a layer of silver frost on the blue bricks, making people suspect that they could shake the silver flakes with their hands.

Today is the sixteenth day, the moon is bright with thin clouds, and the night sky is far away.There was a wind blowing in, a very weak wind, but it was very cold.Especially when he was sweating from shock, the cold wind raged on his body through the thin underwear, slowly and relentlessly blowing at his temples.

He saw Yan Qinghe standing in the moonlight.Then Yan Qinghe just looked at the moon, what was he thinking?Are you thinking about yourself too?

But anyway, he's still here.Zhang Jie hugged Yan Qinghe tightly in his arms, and slowly calmed down with his eyes closed.

Yan Qinghe stood by the window for a long time, his clothes were soaked by the night wind.But the emperor's body was warm, Yan Qinghe let him hold him, he could feel the emperor's breathing and heartbeat.

The night wind was so cold that he wanted to reach out and respond to the emperor's hug.

But he still didn't do it after all.He said: "Your Majesty, go back, it's too cold outside...you will get sick if you don't wear shoes or clothes."

He said, "Your Majesty, I am here."

Zhang Jie frightened himself once, so he didn't say any more about it.He can think about it, at least he is still around, and the situation is not too bad now.

He hasn't tried to please people for a long time.But there are many people who come to please him, he has done it before, and he is no stranger to this way.However, he didn't want to curry favor with Yan Qinghe—he would try it cautiously, or he might explode uncontrollably.He should be more rational, step by step, and make some more reasonable plans, instead of being in a hurry like a dozen years ago, but finally let go.

But he can't.His mind told him he should, but his emotions resisted—he was afraid of failing.He was afraid that even the current situation would be lost, and he was afraid that the nightmare would come true.

He is not young anymore, and he has no time or desire to try again and again.But if you spend the rest of your life on one person, he can still afford it.Therefore, he is no longer eager, and he still has time to kill slowly and make up for it slowly.

It's winter.It hasn't been long since Yan Qinghe sent the letter to Zhao Sheng, probably Zhao Sheng hasn't received it yet.However, news came back from the northern border that Zhao Hengfang, who was exiled, could not stand the severe cold, suffered from injuries and illnesses, and died.

Although it was expected, Yan Qinghe couldn't help sighing.Zhang Jie said, "When I let him out, I never thought he would come back alive."

Yan Qinghe sighed, and said: "I know. It is kind of His Majesty to spare his life for the time being."

Yan Qinghe suddenly asked again: "Then what if it's the Yan family?"

"What?" Zhang Jie frowned slightly, but not displeased, just puzzled.Immediately he smiled and said: "There is no way."

Yan Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.The emperor said: "Why, are you disappointed?"

"No," Yan Qinghe said, "very good."

Zhang Jie understood him.Yan Qinghe would rather suffer and suffer with a wise king than enjoy all the glory and favor by the side of a foolish king.He can understand the way of the emperor, but the room for speculation is very limited.When it comes to right and wrong, he would rather lose his life than lose his reputation. If future generations know that he broke the law by sleeping with the emperor, it would be better to deal with it.

However, at least so far, the Yan family has not broken the law, and there is no need to talk about it.Not long after, there was Yan Canghong's appointment to relocate, from the Minister of the Ministry of Households to the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and Yan Fuliang also added the prince and grand teacher.

The Ministry of Officials is the head of the six departments, and it is indeed rare for Yan Canghong to achieve this position at his age.The emperor deliberately explained to Yan Qinghe: "This is the law."

Since the prime minister was appointed, he has been serving as the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and now he has almost handed over before letting go.The seat of Minister of the Ministry of Officials was vacant, and Yan Canghong was the one who did not come from the Ministry of Officials.The emperor added: "I told you earlier that I wanted Bo Yu to come to the Ministry of Officials. I wanted to wait a few more years, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen. Now I have a chance."

Yan Qinghe was busy writing, and the charcoal fire in the room was too hot, so he opened the window slightly to let in some air.When the emperor talked to him, he put down his pen, but a gust of wind blew the paper that was not pressed by a paperweight.

Zhang Jie stretched out his hand to press down on the paper, but saw that it was written: "Eight winds are far away, nine wilds are clear."

It is not a famous poem, but he happens to know it.It is a short poem by Emperor Gao of Qi, Xiao Daocheng, called "The Song of Cranes".

However, the last two sentences are: one destroys the aspirations of the clouds, and becomes the bird in the king's garden.

He just didn't see it, put the paper back with his own hands, and pressed it with a paperweight.Yan Qinghe smiled and said: "Your Majesty can't explain it to me like this. I have only been away from the court for a few months, so I don't even understand these things."

The emperor turned the wrench in his hand, and said with a smile: "Your father and brother, I can support and reuse them. But you can't - I'm afraid you will blame me. If one day you do a phase, I will have to sleep and eat."

After a while, the emperor said: "Just kidding. I can't bear to let you go. If you let go, you won't be able to come back."