My harem is on fire

There is also the crazy Shen Zhengming in the room.

Yongli's feelings towards him are really complicated, admiring him, but also resenting him; experiencing his love and loyalty, but also seeing his fickleness and ungratefulness; believing that his heart is all for Dayong, selfless and noble, but I felt his selfishness and pedantry during the days and nights of being in power.

But no matter what, no matter what, Yongli couldn't bear to see him down to this point.

Shen Junzhao tapped Shen Zhengming's fainting point, and the old man fell to the ground, as if he had died instead of falling asleep.

Yongli: "..."

Shen Junzhao lowered his eyes: "He's not dead..."

Yongli said hoarsely: "I know..."

There was a brief silence, and it seemed that there was only candlelight flickering in the room, making it difficult to tell where this place was, when this place was, and who this person was.

Three years...

Three years of long, painful, tormented, unknown.

Yong dreamed of these three years, it was a heart-wrenching pain.

Shen Junzhao: "This room is stuffy, please come to the main courtyard, Your Majesty."

Yongli lowered his eyelashes and replied, "Okay..."

The Shen residence was actually a little strange to him.

Not to mention the year and a half when he and Shen Junzhao ignored each other, even if they spoke normally later, it was impossible for them to go to the mansion as they did when they were children.On the contrary, recently, Li Yihai's nonsense made Shen Junzhao angry. He didn't allow him to stand up, he was obviously jealous, and he stood with him against Liang Ming...

All kinds of things gave Yongli fantasy, let him make an inch and come here secretly.

It's just that, in three years, it's just been here once or twice.

More than unfamiliar, there is no impression at all.

Is the Shen residence so deserted?Is there such a thin population in this century-old family?Is this magnificent mansion so desolate and cold?

He vaguely remembered the Shen Mansion he had seen when he was a child, it was magnificent, unlike today, it was even colder than the monastery where he practiced asceticism.

The main courtyard was not much better than the other courtyards, and there were no waiters. Shen Junzhao rolled up his long sleeves and made tea himself.

The fragrance of tea is refreshing, the jade cup is flawless, and Shen Junzhao's indifferent profile is even more magnificent.

Silent night, clear tea, sweetheart.

It was originally a scene that Yongli longed for in his dream, but at this moment, it felt like falling into an abyss, and he felt a burst of coldness seeping into his throat, as if all the cold air gushed out of his mouth.

When tossing and turning, Yong imagined a lot.

People will always change, and it is not uncommon to forget the love of youth overnight.

How can you take the vows of eternal love when you are passionate?

He and Shen Junzhao only stayed together for half a year, and after that they separated for a year, perhaps it was reasonable for Shen Junzhao to not want to go with him because he knew the road ahead was difficult.

What's more, when he was in the capital, Shen Junzhao was ignorant of political affairs and not involved in power schemes. Although he was intelligent, he was pure, like a piece of clean rice paper, transparent and bright; , supporting the huge Shen family and even the entire Dayong.

There is no necessary connection between the length of time and the breadth of life. This short year of tempering is enough to make white paper stained with ink, let the purity disappear, and make people grow up overnight.

How charming power is, has been verified by countless people with blood since ancient times.

In particular, Shen Junzhao is so smart and strong, and he is used to being embraced by thousands of people, so how can he willingly submit to him.

Yongli thought that was the case, and he could only think of these.

It's nothing more than the deep love when young is not worth mentioning, it's nothing more than the eternity of power and the short-lived love, it's nothing more than the fact that when you grow up, you feel that this road that is incompatible with the world is too difficult to walk.

In the dead of night, the heartbroken Yongli would comfort himself: at least his Zhaojun is happy.

But now...

He knew the truth, a truth that he couldn't accept but had to accept, and after accepting it, there was nothing but hopelessness.

They are brothers, they are blood relatives, they are two people who cannot be together even regardless of gender.

So it's not that Shen Junzhao doesn't love him, doesn't want him, forgets him, and doesn't change.

Therefore, Shen Junzhao has not been happy in the past three years, has not been relieved, and has not found what he really wants.

Yongli also couldn't tell which point made his heart hurt more.

He just thought it was ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.

Blood relationship - the most intimate relationship in the world, can actually push two people so far.

Shen Junzhao poured tea for Yongli, and the green buds floated on the bottom of the porcelain white bowl, like a boat in the vast ocean, helpless.

Yongli asked him why he didn't tell him.

How to say……

How would he tell Yongli?

After that...

I can only let Yongli sit in a daze like this, as if he has lost everything, as if there is no fun, as if there is no light anymore.

He would rather Yongli think that he is ambitious, that he is greedy for power, and that he is ambitious, than that Yongli thinks that he is pleasing to him.

Destined to be innocent, the sin of going to hell, the impurity that everyone refers to, and the shame that will remain in the history books forever.

How could it fall on Yongli.

Without Shen Junzhao, Yongli still has countless ideals and ambitions, many people who follow him sincerely, and the people of Dayong who he loves.

That being the case, how could Shen Junzhao drag him to hell, how could he turn a generation of Mingjun who should have been famous through the ages into a laughing stock in history books.

Longyang is so good that it can still be written as a joke.

Brotherly incest, only sinful.

A knot that cannot be untied, a lock that cannot be opened, and a cage of fate that cannot be broken.

Shen Junzhao only hopes that Yongli can stay out of the matter.

Love and love will fade after a long time, not to mention that there are so many outstanding people in the world, and there are so many people who admire Yongli. He is the lord of the world, and he can always find a good man.

As long as he doesn't pester him, as long as he lets him go, Yongli will always forget that short period of youthful love.

So how could Shen Junzhao tell him?

In this life, even if he was close to Wangchuan, he would not say this.

He would never say that they were brothers.

I don't know how long it took, the tea was cold and thrown away, and the freshly brewed cold again...

The fragrance of tea wafted across the room, but the two of them didn't even have the energy to look at each other.

In the end, it was Yongli who said, "Are you sure?"

After staying up all day and all night, his voice was no longer clear, full of tiredness and hoarseness.

Shen Junzhao: "In the past three years, there has not been a day when I am no longer sure about this matter."

Yongli's heart is like the cold tea before, which can be cooled into a puddle of ice water on a summer night.

In fact, where to ask?

With Shen Junzhao's prudence, he might investigate thoroughly as soon as he finds out.

There is no need for Shen Zhengming to lie. The fact that Shen Junzhao is his brother is not beneficial from any point of view.

It is of no benefit to Yongli, it is of no benefit to Shen's contention, and it is even more of no benefit to Dayong Jiangshan.

Shen Junzhao is not the kind of person who believes what others say, he is suspicious and cautious, how could he not check it out from beginning to end for such a heart-wrenching matter.

If it wasn't for a certainty, if it wasn't for nothing, if it wasn't for the truth, how could he have the heart to let him live the past three years like a knife.

Yongli tried his best to suppress his emotions and restrain the severe pain in his chest: "Let's hear it..."

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli closed his eyes: "Tell me everything, Ah Zhao, please... tell me everything."

This crying voice made Shen Junzhao clenched his fists tightly, and his mouth was filled with the smell of iron, but he didn't notice it: "When you were marching in person..."

It must have been at that time, everything started with Yu Jia's personal conquest.

And that imperial conquest was originally planned by Shen Zhengming.

He didn't understand at the time: why Shen Zhengming could give up his parents and children for him, and even sacrifice his own flesh and blood for Dayong.

Now he understands.

Where there are parents and children, where there is flesh and blood, where is dedication.

Shen Zhengming basically kills two birds with one stone, and will never cause future troubles.

Yongli raised his forearm to cover his eyes: "Ah Zhao, if I can, I'd like to change my life with you."

Since he is a brother, why is he the only son of the first emperor, why is he the only one who inherits the great line, why is he the only one who stands under the sun.

His Ah Zhao is so innocent.

Why did the things of the previous life fall on him?

He was abused when he was young, and was treated harshly when he was young. Before meeting him, Shen Junzhao didn't even know that hugging is such a warm and beautiful thing.

Isn't ten years of cold treatment enough?

Why continue to torture him.

What exactly does he owe the Shen family, what does he owe to the Yong family, what does he owe to this world!

His Ah Zhao, what is wrong with him!

What kind of birth can he choose?

Why did all the sins fall on him!

Yongli blocked his eyes but couldn't stop the tears rolling down.

Shen Junzhao's voice trembled with distress: "Don't cry..."

Yong Li didn't want to cry either, but his Ah Zhao couldn't cry - Shen Junzhao didn't know how to express it no matter how uncomfortable his heart was or how painful his body was.

In addition to forbearance, it is a burden.

In addition to silence, is to bear.

Yongli took a breath and asked him in a muffled voice, "Do you still remember the Wanshou Festival in the sixth year of Yuan Yao?"

Shen Junzhao was startled, his eyes drooped: "Hmm..."

It was not only the sixth year of Yuan Yao, but from the first year of Yuan Yao, from the moment he saw Yongli for the first time, he never forgot every moment they were together.

Happy, sad, lucky, unwilling.

Even if the honey turns into poison, it is not willing to forget it.

On the Wanshou Festival in the sixth year of Yuan Yao, Shen Junzhao built the Wanze Yumu Pavilion for him.

At that time, Yongli hadn't entered the battlefield yet, although his inner strength was far inferior to Shen Junzhao, he was still a rare expert. With his status as an emperor and surrounded by a cloud of masters, such skill was enough.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and an emperor is even rich in gold, so there will be no dangerous things.

Even if there is a fatal disaster, it is no longer a problem that martial arts can solve.

At that time, Yongli didn't hurt his body. Although he was annoyed by the scorching summer in Shoujing, he wasn't as afraid as he is now.

At most, he was tired of it, not only tired of the hot weather, but also tired of Shen Junzhao not sleeping with him.

At that time they had just agreed to each other, Yongli was already clingy, since that time when he returned to the palace from Shen's residence, he wanted to ask for a kiss whenever he could.

Shen Junzhao couldn't resist him, he was dragged to a corner without paying attention, and then fell into his pair of sparkling eyes, he was already bewitched to the point of obsession.

After Yongli pushed him, Shen Junzhao came back to his senses.

Yongli blushed and panted, "Is it because your kung fu is better than mine?"

Shen Junzhao could barely hear what he was talking about, but he just thought his appearance was too good-looking, which made people unable to take their eyes off the epiphyllum that was temporarily released on a summer night for ten years and a day.

Yongli was dissatisfied and said, "I'm talking to you!"

Shen Junzhao responded softly: "Well..."

Yongli touched the tip of his nose and said: "I just said, is it because you are better than me, so I can't breathe every time, but you are fine."

Only then did Shen Junzhao understand what he was talking about, and his heart became very hot immediately, and the hand holding his waist couldn't help it.

Yongli got closer to him, and begged him softly: "You stay with me in the palace tonight, okay?"