Your Majesty has a white moonlight

When it comes to the twelfth lunar month, the days go by very quickly.The nobles have the busyness of the nobles, and the common people have the busyness of the common people. It is New Year's Eve before they have time to get ready.

The emperor is not yet luxurious, but there are still singing and dancing banquets in the palace.Zhang Jie had a banquet with his clan members, and they didn't leave until late at night.

He returned to the dormitory feeling a little drunk, and after drinking a few cups of tea, he was still a little tipsy.The charcoal fire in the room was burning vigorously, and I felt a little unconsciously hot.He sat in front of the desk, holding the dark green pen, as if trying to absorb a little chill.

Until the body of the pen is also hot.

I can't forget... The firecrackers are ringing outside.He couldn't forget that year's New Year's Eve, when the thunderous sound of firecrackers overshadowed Zhang Yuan's sobbing.

He spread out the paper, wanting to write something.Over the years, he has received several letters from Zhang Yuan, but he has never sent a single word.It is not appropriate for an emperor to always write to his son for no reason.

But he still dipped in the ink and picked up a pen to write:

My younger brother Yuan:

Seeing letters is like meeting.

He wrote mostly gossip, such as the temperature and temperature of the capital, not much more than the progress of Liu's case, he also wrote that he planned to establish a crown prince next year, who he would choose as the grand tutor, and that he had another son. If he was here, he would like his help. Take a name.

Zhang Jie wrote the letter to the end, signed it, and read it again under the lamp.Then he carefully folded the letter, threw it into the charcoal brazier and burned it.

Sober up, it's time for him to go to bed.

For ordinary people, Chinese New Year means new gourmet clothes that are rare on weekdays.For a wealthy family who does not have to worry about food and clothing, the New Year is not such a joy. Apart from the hustle and bustle, the most important thing is that the imperial court officials have a holiday.

It snowed again in the third year of junior high, and Yan Qinghe was at home reading books and playing with birds.It's a very clever parrot, acquired by Yan Canghong two years ago, and he taught it to the children when they learned new articles, so as to attract the children to study.That's why this bird has learned the principles of sages and sages since he was a child. Now he can't say a word of auspiciousness.

Yan Qinghe teased the bird to talk, and the bird said: "Last year on the night of the Yuan Dynasty, the lights of the flower market were like daylight."

Jing Yao happened to come to change the bird's food at this time, and said with a smile: "It will be suitable for the occasion."

She asked again: "Did Tong Jingxia and the others go out to play at fifteen?"

Yan Qinghe said: "Most of the people who go to the street to watch the lanterns are lovers, they are not like me alone, how can they watch the lanterns with me?"

Jing Yao smiled: "I just asked him to accompany you, maybe there is a young lady in Dengshi who has a secret love affair with her?"

As a result, on the fifteenth day, Jing Xia actually came to ask Yan Qinghe to watch the lantern.Zhao Ji said that he had caught a cold and was not feeling well, so he did not go with him.

The saying in the poem "the lights of the flower market are like the day" is true, and the various lights and shadows are almost dazzling.The girls all applied makeup and powder, and wore hairpin rings, all of them were gorgeous.There was also a lady from the official family who came by car and scattered a faint scent of fragrance.

The two of them had no purpose, just wandering around to join in the fun.Suddenly, Yan Qinghe's eyes stopped on a booth where lantern riddles were guessed for a long time, and Jing Xia wondered, "What are you looking at, don't you really fall in love with some girl?"

Yan Qinghe sighed with a smile: "What girl, she is a common old acquaintance, why do I keep meeting each other recently?"

Jing Xia looked along, and found a familiar figure after searching for a long time.He said clearly: "How could he be missing in this fun-loving business?"

This acquaintance was Zhao Sheng, who gathered in the crowd to applaud Chen Jinxing who was guessing the lantern riddles.Chen Jinxing guessed a lot in a row, and several scholars have already come forward to ask for their names.

Zhao Sheng was about to leave after being in the limelight, and he dragged Chen Jinxing out of the crowd.Yan Qinghe stopped him and said, "Xiao Liu, where are you going?"

Seeing that it was him, Zhao Sheng said pleasantly, "Second Brother Yan, I met you again!"

Jing Xia chuckled and said, "What about me? You Xiao Liu only sees him, can't you even see me?"

"Good brother," Zhao Sheng said with a laugh, "how dare I? I need to think more about how to greet you, so as to show my sincerity."

Yan Qinghe said helplessly: "Okay, okay, don't play tricks."

At this time, Chen Jinxing bowed to the two of them again, and Jing Xia also showed admiration.The crowd was noisy, and several people lingered among the various lamps and candles along the flow of people.

Yan Qinghe thought of Zhao Ji, and asked Zhao Sheng, "Is your third brother okay?"

Zhao Sheng replied: "Of course it's fine, it's fine, what's the matter?"

Jing Xia frowned slightly, and asked again: "He excused his illness and didn't come out with us, why, is there someone else to accompany him?"

A rolling glazed lamp just rolled to Zhao Sheng's feet, and the light flickered to reflect his boots embroidered with gold thread.As soon as he stopped walking, the hand holding the sugar painting also stopped.After thinking about it for a while, he replied: "Third brother was a little busy the day before yesterday, and he seems to be feeling unwell..."

He said again: "Whatever he does, it's fine if he doesn't like to come."

Yan Qinghe winked at Jing Xia, stopping him from asking any more questions.Zhao Sheng didn't seem to care about this matter, he was still full of interest and was full of interest in every booth.

Yan Qinghe laughed at him: "Haven't you gotten tired of watching the lantern festival for so many years?"

Zhao Sheng said: "I brought him to see the world, this is his first time."

Chen Jinxing smiled and nodded to Yan Qinghe, Yan Qinghe waved his hand and said: "It's alright, alright, I won't bother you, let's have fun."

After getting away from Zhao Sheng, Jing Xia whispered, "What does Zhao Ji mean?"

"Maybe I don't want to join in the fun."

"He doesn't join in the fun?" Jing Xia said, "I don't see him all the time when winter comes, not once or twice."

"He said he has been busy since the beginning of winter..."

Jing Xia stopped and looked at Yan Qinghe intently.

Yan Qinghe sighed: "How can I know?"

Jing Xia stopped asking, and just said: "You should pay more attention, you get closer to him."

Yan Qinghe nodded in agreement, and his interest in looking at the lamp was much less.

Inside and outside the palace walls are the same lights like a sea, but everyone has different thoughts.

Zhang Jie was not interested in these things, but the children had a great time.

Of course he had it too.He can't remember exactly when it was, it was about 15 or 16 years old, and it was still a half-old child.

At that time, he and Zhang Yuan were tired of the lanterns in the palace, so they slipped out together to wander around the outside market.Of course, the folk things are not as exquisite as those in the palace, but they are novel.They ran all night without feeling tired, bought whatever they saw, bought a lot of useless things, and scattered them to passers-by before going back, leaving only a sheepskin lamp that they carried when they left the palace.

Not far from the palace gate, Zhang Yuan suddenly said: "I'm tired, I can't walk anymore."

Zhang Jie said with a good-tempered smile: "Then what should I do? Do you want me to carry you back?"

He was just joking, but Zhang Yuan didn't expect Zhang Yuan to agree.So that night he really walked back with Zhang Yuan on his back, Zhang Yuan lay on his back, holding a lamp in his hand, and the lamp was shaking in front of his eyes.

With a young man of similar stature on his back, even if Zhang Jie practiced riding and archery and had a stronger body, it would still be difficult.But he didn't remember being tired, he just remembered that they sneaked into a remote alley, avoiding the brightly lit downtown.That light became brighter and brighter in the dark alley, so it lingered in my memory.

What is that engraved on the lamp?It seems to be a landscape painting, and the lights flow out from the hollowed out river, like shimmering waves.

He has never seen a more beautiful lantern than that in his life.

Zhang Jie didn't know why he thought of these things again.There are many kinds of lamps sent this year. There are bead lamps from southern Fujian, amber lamps, and tortoise shell lamps. There are also exquisite new designs.But he saw a sheepskin lamp with only a branch of plum carved obliquely on it, which was extremely inconspicuous among the exquisite and translucent lanterns.

He said, "Send it to Yan Qinghe."