Your Majesty has a white moonlight

When Yan Qinghe arrived at the emperor's bedroom, the emperor was not there.Someone led him to the inner room and told him to wait here.

Yan Qinghe was not very restrained either.He hadn't been alone with the emperor for some days, but he came here a lot, but he was more focused on dealing with the emperor, and he didn't look carefully at the interior furnishings.

There is tea on the small table, as well as some fresh fruits and snacks, and the plates are all very delicate, obviously made in the palace.Yan Qinghe didn't care about it at first, but after looking at them all, he actually liked them all.

Some people think about their own preferences, so they naturally feel ironic.However, when I think about these minutiae, even at home, only my mother remembers it, even my father and elder brother may not know it-if it is not a coincidence, how could the emperor know it?

Yan Qinghe thought so much that his back felt chills, so he stopped thinking about it.

He is also more courageous now, and he has more or less grasped some thoughts of the emperor. For example, the emperor will not treat him because of some trivial things, but will more or less transfer the connivance of someone to himself.So he actually had the courage to walk around to check, and finally stopped in front of the desk.

There is a fresh stack of paper on the desk, which has not been touched.A copy of Spring and Autumn is placed in the corner, it is already very old.

However, what is eye-catching is a single pen hanging beside a row of pens of different thicknesses.

There doesn't seem to be anything special about it either.The black jade pen barrel is almost black under the lamp, and it is thick dark green under the sunlight.This may be good jade, but for an emperor, it does not deserve special treatment.

Yan Qinghe intuitively felt that there should be something else different about it.

In the night, as if the night can cover anything, people are always extra bold, extra impulsive, and extra reckless.Now, out of a little curiosity, he wanted to have a look at the pen when he had nothing to do, so he carefully took the pen out of the pen holder with some nervousness.

It was cold to the touch and a little heavy.The end is knotted with a small piece of Xiangfei bamboo, the color is deep and bright, and the purple spots are as bright as weeping blood. It is obviously used for some years and carefully maintained.

But none of this is special.Yan Qinghe's gaze rested on the pen -- on the top of the pen holder, there were two small characters in gold in seal script.

The whole room is illuminated by candlelight, just like daytime.He recognized the two characters without any effort, it was written "Ziyu", like a name.

Yan Qinghe always felt that these two words were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.But it was clear at a glance who he was placed on the emperor's desk in such a precious and important way.

He's in a mess right now, and doesn't want to organize his thoughts.Thinking of his previous guesses, he felt confused at one moment, and at the other at ridiculous, even with some relief and relaxation in it.

After thinking about it, the only thing he didn't want to think about was that the emperor was looking through himself to see the shadow of Ziyu—a person he didn't even know who it was.Thinking about it like this, I feel that it is too contemptible, even if I have thrown away my morality and shame, I don't want to accept it calmly.

Yan Qinghe just stood at the same place holding the pen, he thought too much for a moment, and couldn't catch his breath, until the sound of footsteps came from behind the screen, he just woke up like a dream.He hurriedly hung the pen back to its original place, and the emperor just came over at this moment.

The emperor must have seen it.Yan Qinghe felt guilty and refused to raise his head to meet the emperor's gaze.

Zhang Jie just looked at the pen, noncommittal, and asked, "Has Shi'an been waiting for a long time?"

"It's nothing... I don't think it's going to be long."

"How could it be?" Zhang Jie said, "If it wasn't for being bored for a long time, how could Shi'an come to see these objects to relieve boredom? Or, is Shi'an really fond of pen and paper?"

The emperor couldn't take it.Yan Qinghe lowered his head slightly, and only said: "I dare not."

The emperor laughed instead, and he said: "You don't have to be so restrained, and I don't mean to blame you. There are no outsiders here, so don't worry about the red tape in the future, and get closer to me."

The emperor sighed like a joke: "Aren't you willing to smile? You are so young, don't always be so sad."

Yan Qinghe has lost his temper. After doing this, do you still want him to laugh?However, he got too angry and actually laughed angrily, and felt that his smile was probably uglier than crying, so he reluctantly stopped.

The emperor didn't care that Yan Qinghe didn't answer, he picked up the pen on his own, inspected it carefully, and hung it back to its original place with great care.

He didn't explain.It was not normal for a person without official title to stay on the emperor's desk for a long time, but he didn't need to explain.

Yan Qinghe felt chest tightness at the emperor's calmness.He felt that he suddenly understood the helpless sorrow in the previous article - he had a smooth life, after all, he had no experience with the emperor who lived and died with a word.But now, it turned out to be such a subtle move that made him feel unspeakably depressed.

There is no need for the emperor to explain, there is no need to cover up, and there is no need to care about himself.

He thought that he was forced to accompany the emperor to perform illusory tenderness, so he could completely ignore the emperor's lingering thoughts, thinking that he was in it and his heart was outside.However, after all, he also regards this as a relationship, as getting along with others, and he is not used to being truly ruthless.

Of course, Zhang Jie did not expect to draw out Yan Qinghe's thoughts. He hadn't seen Yan Qinghe for some days, but he actually felt kind and relaxed.Things have been complicated these days, and he feels a little bored. The concubine can be gentle and considerate to him, but that's not what he wants after all.

"Qinghe," said the emperor, "since you are in charge of talents, I want to hear your opinion on something."

Yan Qinghe had withdrawn from his wild thoughts, waiting for the emperor's next words.In fact, the emperor did not have any requirements for the bed, but seemed to enjoy the process of intimate conversation with him, so he was often a chatting partner, not a bed partner.

"You said, if you want to find a teacher for the prince... then who should be more suitable?"

Yan Qinghe was really surprised at this moment.Prince—these two words came out of the emperor's mouth.Are the rumors true?

He thought about it and replied: "This matter should belong to the Ministry of Officials..."

"You don't need to be so serious, I just want to hear your thoughts." The emperor interrupted him, "A Yu is growing up day by day, and he must have a suitable teacher."

Yan Qinghe's heart trembled, the emperor was saying in front of his face that he was going to make the eldest prince the crown prince - then will Concubine Zhao become Queen Zhao?Does the Zhao family know about this?

He bit the bullet and said a few names, all of whom were highly respected and well-known academically.The emperor pondered for a moment after hearing this, and said: "It seems that Shi'an is avoiding relatives by emphasizing virtue—isn't it suitable for your father?"

Yan Qinghe didn't expect that the emperor called him to talk about these things.This is almost a promise, a golden word, and a promise.

This matter fell on his head, and he was not easy to answer as a son, so he just said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, this matter is entirely up to His Majesty, and the selection of people is based on virtue and talent, and he will definitely find a good teacher for the prince."

The emperor just mentioned this one sentence, and didn't continue to talk, but suddenly asked: "Shi'an is not young, why is he not married yet?"

Yan Qinghe didn't expect that the emperor would talk about so many important matters at once, and at the same time, he would talk about such short-sighted words. He didn't have time to think, and replied: "I... I should first establish a career, and then get married."

Zhang Jie seemed very interested, and asked again: "Now that you have established a career, aren't you planning to start a family?"

Yan Qinghe was always talked about by his mother and elder brother at home, but now it was brought up by the emperor.He was not good at talking about these romantic matters, and the emperor had such an unclear relationship with him, so he was a little more embarrassed.

He was thinking about how far he was going to talk about this matter, should he be perfunctory?I also feel that what the emperor wants is the tenderness of these intimacy, and I hope to ask such gossip to be more humane.

He thought about it for a while, and then said truthfully: "At first, my parents were also anxious to get Zhang Luo, and they are both very good girls... But Mr. Chen envies his brother and sister-in-law's childhood sweethearts, and has a deep affection, and he doesn't want to rashly marry a girl he doesn't know. , Just like this, I set my whole life down, so I always feel that I am not in a hurry.”

Zhang Jie smiled at the corners of his eyes, and Yan Qinghe couldn't help slandering, if he really got married, the emperor must be unhappy, but now he actually came to ask himself why he didn't get married, is this interesting?

He was a little embarrassed, and continued: "Thinking about avoiding it takes time, procrastination becomes a habit, and I don't realize I'm getting older."

Zhang Jie looked at Yan Qinghe, and there was joy in his voice: "So, from this point of view, Shi'an is also a person who values ​​affection?"

"It's not about love..." Yan Qinghe said, "It's just that I'm not ready."

The emperor laughed again, Yan Qinghe really didn't know which sentence made the emperor happy.

The emperor said: "There are not many people who think like Shi'an. After all, you are different."

The emperor hugged Yan Qinghe from behind and kissed the corner of his eyes.The warm breath touched the skin, with a not strong but thick aroma of incense.

The emperor seemed to love his eyes.Facing his eyes, the emperor has extra warmth.Yan Qinghe also didn't want to get to the bottom of the reason, it was useless to think too much.

The emperor removed his coat and took him to bed.Yan Qinghe was not surprised, but he still didn't know how to deal with himself and let the emperor act.

Zhang Jie kissed him carefully, like treating a treasure.Without extreme tension and despair, and without pain, he actually felt some strange pleasure from this affair.

But he gritted his teeth tightly and didn't make a sound. If he couldn't do it, he grabbed the quilt, bit the quilt, and buried his head in the quilt.

The emperor didn't think he was dull, and didn't ask him to speak out—probably to save him some last bit of face and self-esteem.

Yan Qinghe closed his eyes, his mind was entangled with pleasure, and it was very chaotic.However, in the darkness and chaos, those two gold characters suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, lingering, as if reminding him of something.

He finally asked.After Yunyu, people are always extra lazy, their thoughts are slower, and they act impulsively.And he has just satisfied the emperor, the giver should always have some willful privileges.

So he lay beside the emperor and asked in a low voice, "Why... is it me?"

Zhang Jie didn't seem to expect him to ask, and was a little stunned for a moment.Soon he understood, actually laughed, turned over and kissed Yan Qinghe.