Your Majesty has a white moonlight

On the second day, Liu Shan made a special trip to let Yan Qinghe know.After hearing this, Yan Qinghe was stunned, and after a daze, he remembered to thank the eunuch who came to deliver the letter.

He was not afraid at first, although he wanted to avoid it, but if the emperor wanted it, who cares if he is busy or not?Since the emperor hasn't come to see him yet, it means that the beauties in the harem are by his side, and the emperor doesn't have the heart to see him, so Yan Qinghe is of course happy to relax.

It's a coincidence, it's a rare chance for me to take a break, but that person is also interested.Hearing that the emperor didn't want to go by himself these few days, he was shocked again and became even more disturbed.

Yan Qinghe frowned and thought, this time he probably spoiled the emperor's interest again.Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I actually became worried about this matter?The imperial court ordered the officials to worry about not being able to go to bed in time, but Yan Qinghe felt a chill just thinking about it.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, these days Yan Qinghe suddenly changed into a different person, he left the office early every day, and his subordinates were amazed.

Zhao Ji laughed at him, saying that Yan Qinghe took off the disguise of a hypocrite after following him for a while and showed his true colors.He asked him to go to the opera house to listen to the music again, but Yan Qinghe dared not agree this time, so he hurriedly refused.

Zhao Ji didn't give up, and still said: "It's so elegant, and it's not some shady business, why can't I go?"

Yan Qinghe only prevaricates that his mother's return date is approaching, and then said: "In my family, I'm the only one spending time and money with you. My eldest brother is a clean and self-sufficient person. Do you want me to set a good example for little Lu'er?"

Zhao Ji couldn't say no to him, so he had to invite others instead.Yan Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, he had already done it twice to spoil the emperor's interest, and he would never dare to do it a third time.

The hunch was right.As soon as Yan Qinghe pushed Zhao Ji, someone from the palace came looking for him.Yan Qinghe knew there was no need to hide, so he bit the bullet and went.

When he saw the emperor, the emperor was sitting behind the desk.It's not a commentary, it's just writing.Seeing him salute, Zhang Jie raised his eyes and said, "Get up and sit down."

Zhang Jie didn't say anything, he just finished writing the word in his hand, put down his pen, got up and came to Yan Qinghe's side.

Seeing the emperor coming, Yan Qinghe hurriedly stood up again.Zhang Jie sat next to him, and waved his hand to signal him to sit down too.But Yan Qinghe really didn't want to sit, sitting next to the emperor was really uncomfortable, he just felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, like sitting on pins and needles.

All the courtiers in the room withdrew—at least those who were in the open, and those who were behind the screen.Zhang Jie personally poured Yan Qinghe a cup of tea, and Yan Qinghe took it with trepidation, and just as he brought it to his lips, the emperor asked, "Recently, are you hiding from me?"

The voice is not loud, and there is a little smile.

Yan Qinghe almost didn't hold his teacup, and hurriedly put down the teacup to kneel.Zhang Jie grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't move around."

Yan Qinghe had no choice but to sit back.But he would rather kneel, it would be too uncomfortable to sit face to face like this.He lowered his head, avoiding the emperor's gaze, and said in a low voice, "I dare not."

Zhang Jie didn't seem to want to hear the answer from Yan Qinghe's mouth, so he took Yan Qinghe's hand and started playing.Yan Qinghe's hands are biliterate hands, thin, white, and long. Zhang Jie traced fingers one by one, rubbing on the joints.

He said to himself: "A while ago I didn't go back to my house and hid in the Ministry of Rites, but recently I was rushing to hide back home..."

Yan Qinghe's whole body was tense because of his fingers being pinched, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly wanted to laugh.He was really wronged, and he really didn't want to hide on purpose when he went home, but how to explain this?

But he still had to speak.He said: "Chen..."

He was interrupted by the emperor as soon as he uttered a word.The emperor said: "Yan Qing thought he knew his fate by chance, and he really went drinking with his colleagues... Cheng, it can be regarded as my promise, Yan Qing worked hard, in order to make my last words count, I have to do it in my busy schedule." Go to dinner."

The emperor's tone was purely teasing, but every sentence in Yan Qinghe's ears was thorny, making his hair stand on end.The emperor finally brought up the matter, and it really made the emperor unhappy.He didn't dare to sit anymore, he took a deep breath, knelt down, kowtowed and said: "I owe you the grace..." He was speechless, did he want to say that he would definitely be there in the future?

Zhang Jie didn't care, and said, "It's common for you to be young and playful. But don't let someone say that the Zhao family bribed you and wanted you to be selfish, and let it get into my ears...Qinghe, you What do you say?"

Yan Qinghe was in a cold sweat from shock, but under such tension, his thoughts were wandering, and he felt a little absurdly funny.He thought that he was joking with Zhao Ji that day, Zhao Ji also said that sending out a piece of Zhuzhu was to embarrass the Zhao family, but now someone really wants to talk about this painting, and he doesn't know how Zhao Ji should feel.He also thought, whoever was at the table that day was making use of the problem, they were all famous people, and they didn't feel like losing their status by doing this.

He was quiet, feeling that this was not a big deal, and slowly said: "I don't dare to be selfish, Your Majesty is clearly aware..."

Zhang Jie chuckled lightly: "The Yan family is too prosperous, and this is a common thing."

Yan Qinghe couldn't help but ponder over this sentence again, does this mean to beat Yan's family?He lowered his head, never saw the emperor's movements, and suddenly felt something strange.He couldn't help but wanted to raise his head, and he only realized it with a slight movement.

The emperor just pulled out his hairpin.He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he saw his father remove the hairpin from his mother's head, and his mother smiled shyly like a young girl.

The emperor reached out and stroked his hair, and said, "I will not take these rumors to heart. I also believe in you, so I asked you to come."

"Thank you... Thank you, Your Majesty, for your favor..." Yan Qinghe didn't quite understand what he was talking about now, and he thought to himself that the emperor wouldn't care anyway.Some of these false words were told to him by people, and he was not called here to hear some clichés from him.

"Get up." Zhang Jie put the hairpin on the table, put Yan Qinghe in his arms again, kissed the corners of his eyes, and said to him in a calm voice, "Don't hide from me in the future, remember?"

The emperor has always treated him tenderly, and he seldom gave such orders.Of course Yan Qinghe didn't dare to answer, closed his eyes and said: "Please remember."

"Okay." Zhang Jie let go of him, pointed to the desk and said, "Go and write a few words, write whatever you want."

Yan Qinghe didn't understand what the emperor was going to do, but he had never understood the emperor's mind.He doesn't need to understand, he just needs to do it.

With his long hair loose like this, he ground the ink himself to write.

He thought for a while, since he was here to entertain and love, wouldn't it be boring to write something with a strong heart and passion.He wrote: Ask the flowers with tears in their eyes, and they don't say a word, and the chaotic red flies across the swing.

The emperor didn't ask him to stop, so he continued to write.After writing one piece of paper, write another piece of paper.

He couldn't help writing.He wrote that the belt was getting wider and he didn't regret it, and he wrote that the sun was setting in the sound of the cuckoo.Later, when I finally wrote about the meeting of long winds and waves, I wrote that my generation is not from Penghao.

He remembered the pride he was full of when he was asked about the palace examination and policy, and thought that from now on he would write for the emperor.

Now he really writes for the emperor.

He couldn't help but look up at the emperor.

The emperor is also looking at him.As soon as he saw the emperor, he knew that the emperor had been staring at him, and he never looked away for a moment.Those eyes are gentle, nostalgic, nostalgic, and sighed.

Too deep and melancholy, it shouldn't be there.

His pen froze.

He felt that he understood something, and felt that he understood nothing.

For a moment, there was no movement or sound in the room, only the unintentional candlelight reflected the silent figures of the two.

The emperor stared into his eyes, slowly collected his expression, and picked up the paper he had just written on.After reading it for a long time, I just said flatly: "The writing is not bad."

Yan Qinghe felt that there was disappointment in the emperor's words for no reason.But of course the emperor had seen his handwriting. If the emperor really wanted to read his handwriting, he usually wrote a lot of official documents, so why did he make a special trip to ask him to write a review?

The emperor looked at him again as if seeing him for the first time.Yan Qinghe was so weak, he couldn't bear to look away.

The emperor kissed him at this time.Not a light kiss on the forehead, but to the lips.

Although he did it to the end last time, the emperor did not kiss him.His family is strictly controlled, and he never really went to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion to have a good time. The only time he had a good time was with the emperor.

He has no experience in kissing and just follows the emperor.To be honest, it's not very pleasant to talk together, his heart is not on pleasure, and he doesn't feel any distraction, as long as the emperor is happy.

But in the end it's different from turning up and down in bed.At that time, he was under the pressure, and there was no hope other than humiliation.No matter how meticulous the emperor was, in the final analysis he was still letting others vent their desires.But now the kiss, although frivolous, has a more affectionate taste, more like the depth of love, the love is hard to control.

Finally did it again tonight.After all, he let go a little bit, even though it wasn't funny, he still felt uncomfortable, but he somehow understood what it was like.

The emperor left a hickey on his chest, bit his earlobe, and whispered in his ear: "I really want to leave a mark on you."

He had just vented, and his body was sensitive, the slightly hoarse voice after the emperor's affair flowed into his ears with a gust of hot air, which made half of his body numb.Yan Qinghe replied in a daze: "Thank you...Your Majesty/for understanding..."

Seeing that he was very tired, Zhang Jie said, "You rest for a while, and I will send someone to take you back."

"No need..." Yan Qinghe forced himself up, "It's better to go back earlier."

Zhang Jie said with pity: "Your face, your parents and elder brothers should be worried about you."

Yan Qinghe was very disrespectful once in his heart, he slandered, do you also know that I have parents and elder brothers?Of course he didn't dare to speak out, and he was really sleepy, so he fell asleep in the emperor's arms again.

Yan Qinghe slept deeply this time, and it was already dawn when he woke up.He looked at the big bed with intricate carvings, and it took him a while to realize that he had slept on the dragon bed all night.

The emperor is no more.Seeing that he woke up, someone soon came up to help him get up.He didn't dare to ask any more questions, and after the palace staff packed up, someone sent him back to the mansion, obviously it was arranged early.

On this day of rest, the eldest brother is at home, accompanying the child to study in person.Seeing him come back, he put down the book and told him to go to the study.The little nephew was free and made a face at him with a smile.

Yan Canghong asked directly: "The emperor left you in the palace to discuss matters last night?"

Yan Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this excuse was used again.It's just that I didn't explain to him, what should I do if I can't confess?He thought for a while and replied: "It's nothing serious... It's just that it was late when I left, so I didn't come back."

"You don't have to be nervous." Yan Canghong didn't ask him what was discussed, but instead said: "The emperor values ​​you, you just need to deal with it normally."

It was only then that Yan Qinghe realized that the eldest brother was worried that he would stay in the palace "for the first time" and was overthinking nervously.But think about it, since he was a child, he has a regular and peaceful temperament, and his thoughts are also delicate. If there are not so many things, it is really possible that he will have a lot of thoughts.

He suddenly remembered something, and said to Yan Canghong: "Last night, the emperor mentioned... that Zhao Ji gave me a painting, and some people said that it was to bribe me to take care of his Xiaoliu."

Yan Canghong was startled: "Why did these words reach the emperor's ears?" Then he was afraid that his younger brother would be uneasy because of this matter, so he comforted him: "The emperor knows about these unnecessary things, so you don't have to worry about them, just do them well. It's your own business."

Yan Qinghe agreed, saying that he understood.Yan Canghong glanced at him, and suddenly laughed out loud: "You, how did you grow up so big? You actually understand everything."

This sentence made Yan Qinghe suddenly think of many things.The elder brother is nearly ten years older than him, and he grew up under the shadow of the elder brother.At this moment, he suddenly had an impulse. He wanted to tell his elder brother all his grievances, which he could not tell his parents, or the grievances that outsiders could say.He couldn't help but say, "Brother."

"what happened?"

Yan Qinghe woke up.Of course he couldn't.So he just said: "Brother told my mother a few days ago that I had grown up long ago, but I forgot about it in a blink of an eye."

During the day, people are much more awake, thinking about things is always more organized, and they understand the pros and cons better.Yan Qinghe has been thinking about that question, thinking about that unpredictable emperor.

If this is the script, then it should be "I fell in love with you at first sight when I was the prince, and I was even more impressed by your demeanor in the palace examination that year. For many years, I have always been unforgettable, and finally I can't help it." Of course he I dare not think so.

He is always puzzled, always puzzled.But just now, he pushed open the door of the study, and the moment he saw the sunlight, he understood.

He understood those vague thoughts last night.

He finally understood the emperor's gaze.

That's not looking at him.