Your Majesty has a white moonlight

Yan Qinghe did not expect that he would suffer from insomnia.It's not that I didn't expect it, it's that I never thought about it.He spent a day in a daze, only doing things step by step according to his instinct.It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and he tossed and turned that he couldn't sleep, that he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

I am insomnia, and there is a reason for this.During the long night, he never felt that sleeping alone was so lonely and boring, and the bed was so big.Habit is indeed the scariest thing - it makes one give up resistance step by step, and gradually yearn for that little bit of secret warmth.

But after all, it's just a habit, and it's fine to turn such unaccustomed habits into habits.

But is it really just a habit?He had been on and off with the emperor before, and he had never felt like this.It was only when he believed in his heart that this parting was the eternal farewell that he felt so uncomfortable.

The night is dark and moonless, but there must be a small lamp beside the emperor's bed.Yan Qinghe thought, the emperor should also be sleepless, the emperor must be thinking about him.What is the emperor thinking?Will you regret it?Can the emperor think that he is also sleepless, and think of the other party in the same long night?

The emperor always disturbed his dreams.At the very beginning, he was shocked by the emperor's actions and panicked, and he tossed and turned sleeplessly that night.At this time, their relationship that was constantly cutting and messing up was finally over, but he was still sleepless.Why this time?He can't express love, nor can he express longing.He thought, this is probably just a kind of reluctance——

Maybe in the past, you didn't have a good life, and you wanted to leave this person and this predicament so much.But when you say goodbye, you forget all his bad things and only remember his good things.Even those unpleasant memories are hard to let go.

But what does this mean?Nothing is necessary, as long as you are a little hard-hearted, as long as you are sad for a while, everything will be gone.It's just sad, is he less sad?

Insomnia tonight, and not insomnia every night.Even if there is no sleep tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, there will always be a day when I can sleep peacefully.

Not long after, Yan Qinghe waited for the appointment of the official reinstatement.It was the prime minister who recommended him, and Yan Qinghe suddenly understood that the prime minister said that his eldest brother had a bright future with him.This is because the emperor paved the way for him, gave him the opportunity to contact the prime minister, let the prime minister support him, and let his family get close to the prince.

The emperor always made his own way.It's him who demotes, and it's him who uses it; it's him who clings to it, and it's him who lets go.He started on his own initiative and ended on his own.

Yan Qinghe changed into his long-lost court uniform and returned to his familiar position.In fact, it's not a long absence. It's been less than a year. Compared with the stories of being demoted for ten years and wandering in foreign lands, his year is not worth mentioning.In the eyes of others, this is more like a harmless joke, maybe a small knock, or maybe it's just a temporary measure.As for the many hidden entanglements among them, it is not enough for outsiders to understand.

It turns out that everything is just a cycle. After a circle, it will return to the starting point.Yan Qinghe stood under the golden hall, his thoughts were in a mess, what others said seemed noisy, he couldn't hear clearly.

He wanted to see what the person sitting at the top was like now.He did the same when it all started.However, it was still the same as before, he still couldn't see clearly, he couldn't see the emperor's expression clearly, and he couldn't see whether the emperor was looking at him too.

But why would he want to see it?He obviously didn't want to see it, but he always restrained himself from thinking about it.As long as you think less, you will get used to it and forget it.

However, the thoughts turned out to be irresistible.If you put your heart and soul into other things, you won't think about it.But if you relax for a while, the thought will come like a ghost.There are only slight traces left, and when he subconsciously explores, he finds that it is exactly what he can't avoid.It's too late to suppress it at this time, the more you want to suppress it, the more violent those thoughts will be; the more you want to fall asleep, the more difficult it will be to sleep.

The emperor disrupted his peaceful and stable trajectory for more than 20 years, and forcefully branded his life.He never knew that so many things in the world could be related to the emperor.He saw the paper kites in the sky, and remembered the emperor saying that he would make paper kites when he was young; he saw Yan Zhanlu reading the Spring and Autumn Annals, and remembered the very old Spring and Autumn Annals that the emperor always kept on his desk, the late emperor left him; At night, he heard a cat growling somewhere, and he thought of the princess's cat; when he accidentally touched the scar on his leg, he remembered that the emperor had touched this scar, and remembered that the emperor was angry about the prince's disappearance. , thinking of the pain of the arrow piercing the flesh, thinking of the dark and muddy woods, thinking of the torrential rain, thunder and lightning.He unintentionally opened a tiny mechanism, and then the Kunlun collapsed, and the mountain torrents rushed.

Is this just reluctance?Is it just a nostalgia for a once special day?He couldn't think clearly, and didn't dare to think.So what if it is, so what if it is not?

But these thoughts are too exhausting.They are usually lurking, and he doesn't know when they will suddenly appear and give him a heavy blow.They are indeed stealthy, yet the dull ache in their bursts is indeed suffocating.

In the past few days, the spring has been cold, and his heart is also hot and cold.Mr. Wen was getting old, and he caught cold for a while and coughed up blood in the middle of the night.Yan Qinghe felt melancholy when he heard the news, for every minute he was older, he would experience more accidents.The old things of acquaintances will change, and no one can keep them.

Yan Qinghe went to visit Mr. Wen. He needed to think more about his relationship with others so that he would not focus on only one person.

Wen Ruyu looked thinner, but she was still in good spirits.He said to Yan Qinghe: "You finally came to me."

Yan Qinghe smiled wryly, "Mister blames me for being late?"

Wen Ruyu said: "It's because you have had a knot in your heart for a long time, and you always need someone to solve it. Now it seems that you haven't solved it yet."

Yan Qinghe said: "It's solved."

Wen Ruyu smiled: "I watched you children grow up. There are always people protecting you, so how can you hide things?"

"It's the master who has sharp eyes, and I have nowhere to hide..." Yan Qinghe said, "But who can have no troubles?"

"I don't ask you, you've grown up, you know it well." Wen Ruyu said.

They did always come to Mr. Wen for advice when they were teenagers.Wen Ruyu is modest and gentle, just like a gentleman, he is also knowledgeable, a good teacher and helpful friend, more experienced than his elder brother, less dignified than his father.

However, the person who explained his doubts and guided him when he was young, the romantic figure in the capital for many years, is still old.Seeing Yan Qinghe's melancholy expression, Wen Ruyu just smiled and said: "When they saw me coughing up blood, they were all frightened and thought I was going to die. But they didn't know that my life was dying, and I couldn't die for a while. What's more I really don’t care if I’m going to die—I’m just afraid that others will mourn for me.”

"You are really chic..." Yan Qinghe said, "I also really envy your chicness."

He is really envious, he has been envious since he was a child.Which literati would not envy Wen Ruyu?The best age is romantic in the south of the Yangtze River, and his lyrics and music are sung in the streets and alleys; it was Nuwa who had a good understanding when he created him, so he was born a genius, and his knowledge is even admired by great scholars; he also teaches and educates people, Tao Lisan Qian, he should not be recruited by the emperor, and he is not a powerful man, but he is bowed down by the powerful.

He is such a chic legend, but Wen Ruyu laughed loudly when he heard this: "You think I'm chic too? I just spent decades of my life in vain to live without any scruples. You see my chicness, it's all about taking my life I got it from a gamble—there are still some problems with this statement, you may not think of it, I gambled my life to get a shackle."

This is the past again, Yan Qinghe doesn't know the inside story.He just sighed: "But I don't even have the chicness to gamble like this."

Wen Ruyu said: "People still have to submit to their old age, but I'm so old-fashioned, I'm telling you this."

Mr. Wen is old, but he will not be confused.He said: "Since it's a gamble, no one can help you decide-it depends on whether you think it's worth it or not. The world has been too peaceful in the past 20 years. You haven't seen Taizu start a business, you haven't seen a battlefield, you haven't seen it. You’ve seen a coup d’état, but you’ve never seen the world overturned overnight. You think this world should be like this, with its own set of rules, but you don’t know that this set of rules is all based on gambling.”

Mr. Wen's tone was gentle, like every gentle, loving, persuasive gentleman, but Yan Qinghe's chest felt hot when he heard it.

"You take gambling too seriously, and it's too mysterious."

He envied the happiness of his eldest brother and sister-in-law, and he once longed for the sincerity of others.However, someone really came with a sincere heart, but he didn't dare to accept it.

Why didn't he dare?What is he afraid of?Because that person is the emperor, that person can decide his life or death with one word, and one day that person gets tired of him, and he can throw him away at any time.Because that person is the emperor, once this secret is exposed, it will be criticized by the world and debated forever.

But who stipulated that this is not allowed?No one else, no one will love him like this, happy and miserable, domineering and careful.No one stood barefoot on the cold ground in the middle of the night just to find him and hug him.

That is none other than the emperor.A man who is rich in the world, took his hand and put it on his chest, wanting him to feel the indescribable heart.However, it was this person again, who only dared to ask him softly at night, if he was in his heart, only a little bit.

There was no one else, no one like him anymore.

Even if he gets married in the future, when he wakes up at night, he will definitely remember that there was someone who hugged him in the cold wind.How could he forget?Having tasted such strong feelings, how could he forget them in the ordinary?

He wants sincerity, he wants true love.But if he doesn't ask for it, where will it come?

For more than 20 years, he has always followed the steps, and seems to be waiting for a big gamble.Then he gambled, so what?

He no longer restrained, he knew his knot.He knew that he was indeed missing the emperor.

Yan Qinghe didn't want to miss it.That is the Emperor, and there is no one like him in this world.

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Unexpectedly, I changed again...

Turning around, turning sharply, talking too much nonsense, turning too fast, criticizing casually, I will not change [

Can you smell the end...

Another: This Mr. Wen is a character I like very much (I have been thinking about it for a long time). If one day I feel that my writing skills are mature enough, I will write stories about his youth_(:з」∠)_

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When he suddenly figured out something, the thoughts and emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were suddenly released, and the mountain torrent broke through the dam and rushed out.Yan Qinghe felt the urge not to wait for a moment, he suddenly understood why the emperor was so eager to ask him for an answer, even if he couldn't get an answer.

But he also understands that this is impulsive.He can't be too eager, he needs to wait, he needs a suitable time.

He made up his mind, so the haste became pleasant, and the waiting became bearable.However, when the opportunity was really in front of him, he began to shrink back: maybe it was his wishful thinking?Maybe the emperor really didn't want it anymore?

Yan Qinghe discussed with the emperor about offering sacrifices to heaven on Mount Tai.Jing Mingzhao thought that when he first returned to the Ministry of Rites, he should do more things to establish himself as soon as possible, so he asked him to be responsible.

This was the first time he had an interview with the emperor alone after he left.Yan Qinghe was so nervous that his hands were slightly cold, as it was at the beginning, but it was different.But he still tried his best to report to the emperor calmly, using the most business-like tone.The emperor just lowered his head, listening to him while reading the memorial, hiding his eyes and looking calm.

It's too normal, like everything is just a dream, but nothing actually happened.However, after discussing business matters, the emperor did not ask him to leave, and Yan Qinghe himself did not say goodbye.There is a silent reluctance in the air, as if if you don't speak, you won't break this moment, and time can stop here.

Finally, the emperor spoke first.He said: "I originally wanted to tell your father... I said before that I would point you to a good marriage. However, the Queen Mother has gone, and the world is in great mourning. I have to wrong you to wait for three more years. I remember everything, It's not that I didn't believe what I said...but in the final analysis, I delayed you."

Yan Qinghe said: "The empress dowager passed away, and the minister was also grieved, so he didn't care about it. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the way of heaven, and His Majesty can't predict it. I hope you are sad, and you don't have to blame yourself."

It was too rude to always look directly at the emperor's face, Yan Qinghe just stared at the emperor's hand.He saw the emperor's fingers clenched the memorial in his hand, and then loosened it.The emperor said: "But my words always count. If you fancy a girl from any family, just tell me."

He saw the emperor's torment, and the emperor tried to pretend to be calm, but with little success.It's Feng Shui's turn, and this time the decision is in his hands.The emperor couldn't guess what he was going to say next, what he was going to do, and his words could change the emperor.

Yan Qinghe finally asked himself: Was it a momentary impulse?

Then he raised his head, looked at the emperor's face, and asked softly, "Then what if... I don't even want it?"

The emperor was a little stunned, and it took a moment before he frowned suspiciously and looked at him.

Yan Qinghe said: "What if... I've taken a fancy to you? Should I tell you too?"

On the contrary, the emperor's brows became tighter, and he stared straight into Yan Qinghe's eyes, trying to see some clues from them.Yan Qinghe looked back silently but firmly, the only sound in the room was his rapid breathing.

It took a long time for the emperor to speak, his voice was a little hoarse because of being too nervous: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know." Yan Qinghe said.

"Have you figured it out?"

"I've figured it out."

"Didn't you repay me for supporting you?"

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I also have you in my heart." Yan Qinghe said, "Because I miss you too, Your Majesty. Like you miss me, like you love me."

Yan Qinghe confirmed that he was indeed impulsive.Only impulse can make him say such a frank, naked confession.However, he did not dare to say that he loved the emperor, he only dared to say that the emperor loved him.

The emperor stood up and hugged Yan Qinghe.After they hugged countless times, Yan Qinghe was finally able to reach out and wrap his arms around the emperor's back.There are obvious tactile sensations of bones and muscles, wider and more powerful than it looks.

The emperor closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's been a long time for me, I finally figured it out...Why are you trying to provoke me again?"

"Your Majesty doesn't like it?" Yan Qinghe said, "The minister will leave now and never come to provoke His Majesty again."

"Then I'll give you another chance, there's still time to go," the emperor said.

Yan Qinghe said, "I won't leave."

"You dare to go." The emperor said, hugging Yan Qinghe even tighter.

Yan Qinghe laughed: "You are too domineering..."

"Did you know the day before?" said the emperor, "Then you came back?"

"Then you still let me go?" Yan Qinghe said, "You are the one who is harsh and soft on the inside."

So the two laughed, and Yan Qinghe said: "You don't distinguish between public and private, and I'm here to talk to you about business."

The emperor smiled and said, "You mentioned it first, but you came to blame me?"

Yan Qinghe said: "Okay, then I will only ask the last question."

"what?"

Yan Qinghe paused, and then slowly asked: "Why?"

Suddenly it became quiet again, and the atmosphere became silent.Zhang Jie thought for a while before asking: "You...do you really not know?"

Yan Qinghe asked suspiciously: "Should I know?"

"You've seen...you don't know who Ziyu is?"

"Somewhat familiar."

"You know this man..." Zhang Jie sighed, "surname Zhang, first name Yuan, the eldest son of Prince An."

He added: "Your cousin."

Yan Qinghe felt dazed for a while.It turns out that this is how good fortune tricks people.If someone told him that far away in Pingzhou, the unknown Prince An could rewrite his life, he would not believe it.

The emperor said: "When he was in the capital, you were still young, and he and I were still very young. The dream I had when I was young has been dreamed for many years."

Yan Qinghe asked: "What about now, have you woken up from the dream?"

The emperor said, "Are you jealous?"

"I bet all my wealth and the rest of my life to come to you," Yan Qinghe said, "Isn't this a fair question?"

"Of course you can." The emperor said, "I've already woken up; if you haven't woken up, then you wake me up, and I forgive you for your innocence."

The emperor asked again: "Then why did you come? I can't figure it out, it's like another dream."

"I've followed the rules for more than 20 years, and I want to do something different..." Yan Qinghe said, "I lost everything, and I only bet on your sincerity. Do you think I should bet?"

"Then you win big. Don't bother with other things, let me handle them. You just have to trust me." The emperor said.

Yan Qinghe laughed and kissed the emperor's lips.He said, "Your Majesty, this time is not a dream."

They are just light kisses, superficial, provocative, secretive, careful, and restrained.As night fell, they continued in the emperor's chambers.

Everything is exactly as it was when we left.This bed, this table, this book on this case, this celadon vase.

Yan Qinghe suddenly felt panicked.Too familiar, those entangled and sad memories of the past suddenly flooded out.He seemed to finally break free from the cage desperately, but walked back by himself.

He suppressed the panic by kissing the emperor.The emperor felt his uneasiness and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Yan Qinghe said, "No."

"I can't think of anything that makes you happy..." the emperor said, "If you don't like it, just replace it."

Maybe it really is a cage, maybe not, who knows?But at least, there are two people in this cage.

"Who cares about those dead things?" Yan Qinghe said, "It would be nice to have you."

Their lips and tongues intertwined, and they kissed frantically until they couldn't breathe, as if they wanted to make up for many things that had been missed before.

They lay down on the wide big bed, the candles were still burning, brocade quilts and gauze curtains, and the fragrance of ambergris.

They face each other, looking at each other's faces.It was the first time for Yan Qinghe to examine the emperor's body like this. He saw the scars on the emperor's upper body, in the psoas, chest, and back.

He went to kiss the emperor's scar as if kissing the emperor's past that he didn't participate in.

The scar is more sensitive, Zhang Jie feels itchy, and it is moist and densely irritated.Passion/desire burned even more vigorously, his voice was low, and he said with a smile: "You are too much."

So a fierce lingering.Yan Qinghe allowed himself to be washed away by the pleasure, his hands clasped the emperor's back, and just called absently: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Like a heavy rain in summer, it is natural and crazy, irresistible.But life loves this madness, all the thick woods, all the flourishing foliage love it, all the long-dry land loves it.So the soul was carried by the violent wind and rain, and fell into the illusion, unable to tell whether it was the moisture of the soil or the burnt ambergris.

They called each other over and over again, the emperor relieved Yan Qinghe with his hands, and they turned their heads to kiss again.

Until both of them were tired and fell on the bed panting.Yan Qinghe asked: "How did he call you?"

Zhang Jie smiled: "We have never had one, it is not such a relationship."

He added: "On weekdays he often calls me by my baby name. But you are different, you don't have to be like him..."

"Then what will I call you? Your Majesty."

"My name is original." Zhang Jie said, "No one in the whole world dares to call me that anymore, and the history books will not record it. You are the only one who calls me that."

Yan Qinghe said: "Yes, Your Majesty."

The two laughed, laughed and rolled together again.

It's a wild night.Let's be presumptuous, Yan Qinghe thought.He handed over his heart, which is crazy enough, what is the presumptuousness of the flesh?

His life has long been involved with this.

The warm wind spring seat wine is with him, and the drizzle night window chess is with him.

The heart-wrenching song of grief is for him, and the sadness between the brows is for him.

His sorrows and joys, poverty and prosperity, drunken weeping in Yan City, sad songs in the Chu tent, weeping at the wrong road, crying in poverty, all his distress is because of himself, because of the world, and because of the emperor.

Yan Qinghe kissed the emperor's ear and whispered, "Okay, Brother Yuan."

The moonlight is just right.

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Can't believe it, it's over...

I expected to write a little more, but after thinking about it for a few days, I couldn’t figure out how to write it. I sat in front of the computer for a few hours yesterday, and finally realized that I can’t give out candy empty-handed... I will write the more daily ones as extras, Will change today or tomorrow.Last but not least, can I ask for a comment?Want to know how many people are watching? (????ω????)?