Your Majesty has a white moonlight

A few days after staying in the palace, the emperor gave some rewards to the Yan family with an excuse.Yan Qinghe was somewhat lucky, but when he saw a jade tablet with a crane carved in it, he knew he couldn't avoid it.

The jade plaque is ingeniously and majesticly carved, and a crane is outlined by the shades of blue. The lines are clear and flexible, and the crane seems to have aura, flapping its wings and wanting to fly.

Yan Fuliang was very relieved that the emperor really loved his son very much.Although he himself stepped down from his seat due to illness, his two sons are already able to take the lead, and their future is limitless. The Yan family is stronger than one generation.Now that he is older, he doesn't treat his son as harshly as before, so he called Yan Qinghe to praise and encourage him.

Listening to his father's praise, Yan Qinghe felt even more ashamed and restless.Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Yan Fuliang thought that he was embarrassed, and felt that his son was not arrogant or rash, so he felt more relieved.

Yan Qinghe almost fled back to his room.Holding the jade tablet tightly, he traced the crane on it with his fingertips.

The jade tablet is cold, hot to the touch.

He knows what he has done.There is no turning back in this matter, and it is not a matter of gritting your teeth and closing your eyes for a night.From then on, he would always have fun at the emperor's pillow, come and go as soon as he was called, and be the guest of honor.

Some people taught him to be loyal to the emperor and patriotism since he was a child, and some even taught him to remonstrate with death, but no one ever taught him, family and fame, how should he choose?

What's more, even if he died to show his will, how should the history books be written, and how should future generations comment?The emperor just left a reputation of licentiousness, but can he himself get rid of the infamy of being a traitor?The entire Yan family, with all their glory now, cannot escape the stigma of flattering the master and harming the country.

To advance is to die, to retreat is to die, this matter is beyond his choice.That day the emperor pressed him on the bed, took off his coat, and said in a warm voice as he rubbed his ears and temples together: "I value Bo Yu, and I have thought about transferring him to the Ministry of Officials in a few years... Although Yan Canghong is not the only one in the court." One person, but after all, I think he is more suitable."

Yan Qinghe understood the meaning of these words.It said "Although Yan Canghong is not the only one", but it means "Yan Canghong is not the only one in the court".He had expected that the emperor would use his family to threaten him, but he said it so tenderly, as if it was not a threat, but a chance for him to choose.

Yan Qinghe smiled wryly, he really didn't do anything, he didn't expect the fate of the Yan family, but he was hooked up with him like this.

In recent days, he has been in a trance when he thinks about it.If it's really only this time, then if you don't think about it, you will always forget it. He just needs to escape.But now he couldn't escape, and the emperor reminded him from time to time, asking him to remember.

So he thought for a moment that it would not be a fatal thing to look at it regardless of being careful; at the same time he thought that a man who is a national scholar is not a close minister, and he has insulted the reputation of the three generations of the Yan family... I can't stop thinking about it, but I don't dare to think about it for a while, I even hate myself, why are such mothers-in-law and mothers more lingering than the resentful women in the boudoir.

But one thing, he is clear.What's scary is not his flirtation with the emperor, but his habit.

He can still think like this now, but he is still struggling.But he will get used to it slowly, and he will be worn out slowly, and he won't think about it anymore.It was as if when he was hugged by the emperor for the first time, he felt that the sky was falling apart and the sun and the moon were dark, but now he is not used to it, being hugged and kissed has become natural.

The scary thing is that people's bottom line will change, and they will retreat again and again.The emperor was clever, never forcing him, just pushing in a little bit, making him retreat step by step and get used to it step by step.

He doesn't know where his bottom line can retreat.Of course, the best case scenario is that the emperor loses interest in him early on, before he gets to the point where he can't accept it.

But Yan Qinghe didn't always have much time to think about these things.In the spring of the following year, there will be Chun Wei, everything is complicated, and the Ministry of Rites has been busy since early in the day. He rarely has a little leisure time every day, and always stays in the Ministry of Rites until it is dark.The emperor knew that he was busy and couldn't stay in the palace often, so he didn't come to see him for a long time.

Yan Qinghe was so happy that he worked tirelessly every day, leaving early and returning late.If he didn't leave, the subordinates of the Ministry of Rites did not dare to leave when the government was released. For a while, the Ministry of Rites seemed to be busy with endless affairs every day, which caused people to complain.

Regardless of whether Yan Qinghe did it obviously or not, he was always able to hide for a day.Recently, Gu Jin was not at home, and no one checked whether he worked hard or came home late.Yan Qinghe also repaired a letter and sent it to Pingzhou. In the letter, he told his mother that everything was fine and there was no need to worry.

This time, Gu Jin was going to pay homage to her elder sister who was buried in Pingzhou.When she was still in her boudoir, she was very close to her sister.Later, my elder sister married An Wang, and went to the feudal Pingzhou with her husband's family.Unexpectedly, the body was injured when the first son was born, and then the body became weaker and weaker. It was only supported by costly and expensive medicines for more than ten years.Seeing that it has been 15 years since her sister passed away, Gu Jin still remembers it every year, and goes to Pingzhou to worship in person whenever she has the opportunity.

Yan Qinghe didn't have much impression of this aunt.He only met him once when he was a child, when his aunt's family went to Beijing to celebrate the birthday on Longevity Day, and his aunt came to catch up with his mother at Yan's house.He only remembered that his aunt was already very thin and haggard, with only a pair of eyes that could tell her resemblance to his mother.In fact, he didn't have any impression of Wang An. To him, his aunt's family only lived in his mother's description.

In the evening of this day, Yan Qinghe wasted time in the Ministry of Rites as usual, and then someone notified Mr. Zhao to come.Mr. Zhao is the son of Zhao Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry. He is about the same age as Yan Qinghe. He often played together when he was a child. Now he also holds a post in the Ministry of Household Affairs.

Zhao Ji had a close relationship with Yan Qinghe, and he approached them with a smile and said, "Hey, Master Yan is still busy."

Knowing his temperament, Yan Qinghe responded casually: "Naturally, he won't enjoy leisure like Mr. Zhao."

"Master Yan has worked too hard, and he should enjoy his leisure once in a while. It just happens to be a rest tomorrow, and I have set up a table of wine in the Zuixianlou. I wonder if Master Yan will show his face?"

"You are not only leisurely, but also too extravagant. You know that the wine and meat of the Zhumen smell bad. Although the capital is not frozen to death, there is only a flood in the south, not to mention that I am busy with business..."

"Forget it!" Zhao Ji scolded him with a smile, "How many things can you do? No one in your family controls you, and Jing Er and the others are also there, so why not say a word."

"Let's do it." Yan Qinghe said helplessly, "That's a good deal, don't make trouble too late."

Zhao Ji pushed Yan Qinghe to change clothes, "All right, all at your command, Mr. Yan."

Jing Er is the second child of the Jing family, called Jing Xia, and all the officials' children in Jingli's age are familiar with them.Jing Xia and Yan Qinghe were the two most outstanding among them. After arriving at the scene, everyone greeted for a while, and after drinking for three rounds, they all let go. During the banquet, they laughed and called the singer to help.

While everyone was talking, Zhao Ji approached Yan Qinghe, took out a box as if offering a treasure, and said triumphantly: "Brother, I didn't ask you to come here for nothing today, I didn't thank you for helping my little brother last time, look, Liu I'll get you one of the old gentleman's bamboos."

Yan Qinghe unfolded it and saw that it was indeed Liu Xuanming's bamboo.He looked at Zhao Ji and asked, "Are you so thoughtful?"

Zhao Ji was dissatisfied and said: "Other people are kind, can I not remember? I know you like this, so don't thank me. If you really feel sorry, you can give me some good ones on my birthday."

Yan Qinghe smiled when he saw this, and said: "Then I really accept it, thank you Brother Zhao for your kindness."

The two of them got together to talk, and when it came to Zhao Ji's younger brother, it was probably because the family spoiled him too much, and his temper was very high, and Yan Qinghe came forward to mediate when he had a disagreement with the family's younger brother.

Zhao Ji sighed again: "Little Six is ​​not a good guy, and he will try next spring, so he's really heavy."

Yan Qinghe said: "Do you have to take the test? If you can't take the test, don't go this way. The recommendation is the same."

Zhao Ji sighed again: "Forget it soon, don't others know what he looks like?"

Yan Qinghe also sighed, and suddenly half-jokingly said: "You gave me this bamboo, could it be that you want to bribe Chunguan?"

Zhao Ji looked at Yan Qinghe like a monster, and rolled his eyes: "If I really want to bribe you, why are you so shabby? If you say it, it will embarrass the Zhao family."

Zhao Ji's promise to Yan Qinghe to return early was just a casual promise, and it was too late when everyone made a fuss.Yan Qinghe drank some wine, a little dizzy, drowsy from the melodious singing of the singing girl.

The wick was a little long, and the light was flickering.A court lady came up to cut the wick, but seeing the emperor staring at the light, she shrank a little.Zhang Jie suddenly said, "Liu Shan."

"The servant is here." Liu Shan hurriedly responded.

"Go find Yan Qinghe and call him."

Liu Shan took the order to leave in a hurry, and returned after a while. "Your Majesty, Lord Yan is not in the Ministry of Rites, nor is he at home. I heard that he went to drink with other adults. Do you want to..."

"Need not."

Liu Shan said again: "Then when Lord Yan returns to the mansion, the old slave will send someone to inform him to come over tomorrow?"

Zhang Jie was still staring at the candle.Now the wick is cut short, and the flame burns steadily.He was silent for a moment, then said, "That's all."