My harem is on fire

Yongli has been on guard since he left for the expedition.

He knew in his heart that there must be Shen Zhengming's people around him. Don't look at how respectful these people are all, he might want to stab him with a knife and make him never return.

After trembling all the way, before reaching the border, Yongli lost a lot of weight.Zhao Xiaoquan, who followed him out, said nervously: "Your Majesty...you have to eat well." The old eunuch didn't know that much, he only thought that the little emperor was afraid of the battlefield, and he frightened himself before people arrived.

Only then did Yongli come back to his senses, realizing that he was too tense.

It would take more than half a year to personally conquer this line, and before the assassins could make a move, he would torture himself insane.

After another day or two, Yongli finally calmed down.

He figured it out, he didn't have to be nervous too early, Shen Zhengming would not let him die too early: firstly, he was enlisted personally to promote the king's prestige, and the "emperor" died early, so there were so many in the team that he couldn't hide it; secondly, it was Yongli Not showing his face is not enough to convince the people, he has to work hard to make the soldiers who follow the army convinced.

How to promote regal power?

The most important thing is not the barbarians of the six states, but the 30 Dayong soldiers behind him.

Only when Yongli could restrain them could he truly demonstrate the dignity of the emperor.

According to such an analysis, Yongli can eat and sleep, and apart from occasionally wanting Shen Junzhao to get drunk, he gradually integrated into the soldiers.

When he arrived at the border, Yongli had already become one with the people around him. He couldn't tell who the assassin was, so he simply didn't look at it.

After all, you have to fight first, and it's never too late to take precautions after winning the battle!

Compared with Shen Junzhao's life in Shoujing, Yongli's life is faster here.

It's not that his lovesickness is mild, but that he is too busy here and doesn't give him any free time.

Leading troops, fighting, food and grass, armor... as well as the handover of local soldiers and defenses, appeasing the people, and investigating the strength and terrain of the barbarians...

The words "talking about war on paper" can only be truly understood by visiting the battlefield in person.

No matter how high-level the art of war is, it can't match the last skirmish.

The gap between theory and reality is like a moat.

For five full months, Yongli learned a lot and suffered a lot.Poor food, poor sleep, and exhausted travel, impromptu changes.

Yongli became thinner and darker, and his delicate skin was not as smooth as jade before.

But he looks better.

She is tall, thin but not slender, and her skin color is not dark, but it was too white before, and now it tends to a healthy color under the sun.

Coupled with that light armor, scarlet cloak, and standing with a spear in hand, he is really a young hero, with a majestic appearance!

On the day when the whole line was victorious and Dayong's troops expelled the barbarians from the six states, the entire border county shouted long live.

Your Majesty is brave!

Dayong soldiers are brave and fearless!

The sound of long live swayed in Yongli's chest, arousing a lot of pride.

How much he wished that Shen Junzhao was standing shoulder to shoulder with him at this time, how much he wished that he could also come to this border to see the sky filled with yellow sand, how much he wished that the world would know what a unparalleled national soldier his Ah Zhao is!

The happiest time is also the most relaxed time.

The nervous tension at the beginning faded away, and Yongli drank a glass of celebration wine, only to feel like a knife was stabbed in his stomach...

pain……

Unimaginable pain.

His eyes began to shake, he couldn't see who was coming, he could only vaguely hear Zhao Xiaoquan screaming in a thin old voice.

Zhao Xiaoquan was stabbed to death, and the old eunuch died with regret.

Yongli just found it ridiculous.

It turned out that they were all Shen Zhengming's people. It turned out that the generals who taught him to march, taught him to fight, and shed blood for the people on the border were all Shen Zhengming's people.

That is true.

If not all of them are confidantes, how can this plan be accomplished?

Do they know who he is?

Xu knew, ironically, they probably knew better than Shen Zhengming thought.

Shen Zhengming kills two birds with one stone, plotting against his only son and the family that supported the Shen family.

As long as Shen Junzhao dies, the Dayong royal family will be stable.

Shen Junzhao died.

The Shen family has no more heirs, and Yongli will not give the family a chance to re-introduce the leader.

Shen Junzhao died.

However, these aristocratic families thought that it was Yongli who killed him, and they realized that they had broken their wings when they were complacent.

When the class teacher returned to the court, Yongli appeared in the court meeting in a lively manner.

How proud should Shen Zhengming be?

The Royal Conqueror personally conquers the world.

Who dares not to follow!

however……

Shen Zhengming has calculated thousands of times, but only missed Yongli's sincerity towards Shen Junzhao, and really underestimated Yongli's boldness and carefulness.

What Yongli did in the past five months moved the gang of executioners. They couldn't bear to see Yongli who was on the verge of poisoning.

The young general of the Yang family secretly threw Yongli in the territory of the six states: "Your Majesty, if you still survive, don't go back to the Central Plains!"

Yongli was so poisoned that he couldn't even utter a single word.

Yang Hongda said in pain, "I'm sorry!"

Leaving those words behind, he could only leave without looking back.

Yongli did not fall into a pool of blood like in Shen Junzhao's dream.

His body was frozen and immersed in the long yellow sand. The sand was very hot and very cold, but his poisoned body could not feel anything.

He didn't know that it was so hot that it would melt people; it was so cold that it would freeze people, but he didn't know either.

It stands to reason that he deserves to die.

This poison has already entered the internal organs, and it is difficult to cure with medicine and stone.

What Yang Hongda did was just to leave him with a dead body.

Yongli also felt that he was going to die.

His thoughts turned very slowly, as slow as a picture of a figure that was about to stop at any time.

mother...

His mother's boudoir name was Xu, and he always felt that the name his grandfather gave to his mother was too ominous.

Xu... Float...

Mother is not as lonely and helpless as catkins in her life.

Her parents died early, her elder brother died of illness, her husband was all about the world, and she had no love for her children.

When Yong Li was young, he thought that he must take good care of his mother, so that she would not be lonely for the rest of her life.

It's a pity that he is too young, no matter how he supports him, he still can't keep his fateful mother.

His mother died, and Yongli hated his father.

He always felt that if his father would spend more time with her, if he would spend more time at home, if he didn't want the world, would his mother not leave so early?

But then my father left too.

Two years after his mother passed away, he didn't even forgive his father, so he left behind such a big country and went alone.

Wearing imperial clothes, Yongli sat high in the golden throne, facing the courtiers kneeling on the ground, he felt only uneasy.

nine years old.No matter how precocious, what do you know?

Alone and frightened, but unable to show it to anyone.

Because he is the lord of the world, the lord of a country, and the Yuan Yao Emperor respected by all people.

He can't cry, can't be tired, and can't be afraid.

He must be like the sun at noon, always illuminating Dayong.

Even when the sun is resting, he can only open his eyes wide at night, wrap the quilt tightly, and miss his dead mother.

Until he was ten years old, he met Shen Junzhao.

A fair, beautiful, dark-eyed but empty child.

Shen Zhengming said that he was one year older than him, but Yongli felt that the child was much younger than him.

Weak, fragile, light.Like catkins, he seemed to be blown away by the wind without careful protection.

At that moment, Yongli saw his mother in a daze.

A strong desire to protect filled Yongli's little heart.

He wants to protect him, guard him, accompany him to grow up, and watch him become stronger...

He hopes that he is not catkins, he hopes that he is a tall tree that takes root in the ground, holds its head high, and stands upright!

When Yong thought about Shen Junzhao, he was all in his heart.

From the age of ten to 16, the countless days and nights spent together, the many hours spent together, the little moments of sweet talk...

——Wait for me to come back.

——I will definitely come back.

——Your Majesty will never abandon, and your subjects will never leave.

——To live up to this life, and to remain the same in the next life.

——Your Majesty, I hope that life and death will accompany you.

Life and death... go hand in hand...

These four words became Yongli's belief in living.

He can't die!

He can't die here like this!

He did all this, and planned this journey with all his heart, not to die here.

If he closed his eyes like this, what would Shen Junzhao do?What will Shen Junzhao who stays in Shoujing do!

He will go with him...

Shen Junzhao will not live alone!

Yongli is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that Shen Junzhao will die.

Half a foot stepped into the River of Forgetfulness, black and white impermanence hooked away the six souls, Yongli was only on the verge of death, but forced himself to stay in the world.

He vaguely heard human voices, vaguely heard footsteps, Yongli didn't know where the strength came from, and he didn't know how to make the sound. He wanted to live, to go back to Beijing, to meet Shen Junzhao, to tell him... He wanted to he.

"Ah Li...you are Ah Li, how did you end up in such a situation!" The young monk's voice was full of surprise.

Yongli opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a distant but extremely familiar face: "Bo Le?"

Bo Le, the young master of the Bo family, his young playmate.

Did he still hold on? He actually saw an old friend who died early.

Bo Le died, and now the monk in front of him is in trouble.

He rescued Yongli, exhausted all his internal energy to force out the toxin for him, and fed him the life-saving medicine left by his master.

When Yongli opened his eyes, he was already sleeping in a strange tent.

Zi Nan's face was pale and his voice was hoarse: "You have been poisoned for too long, and the poor monk can only try his best to save your life. As for your meridians..."

The meridians are completely destroyed, and there is no internal energy in the whole body.

Zi Nan didn't know what his skill was like before, but he knew that from now on Yongli's body was only weak.

Even if it is carefully nursed back to health, I am afraid that it will cause bone itching in summer and muscle pain in winter.

Yongli didn't care at all, he just said: "I'm not dead..."

Zinan told him how he was called away, how he found him who was strong, and how he treated him...

After hearing this, Yongli sighed: "Thank you..." It's not that I was happy when I was young, but it's difficult today.How to say thank you for your great kindness can only be remembered in your heart.

Zi Nan didn't know what happened to him, but they didn't even have the time to reminisce about the old days, Yong Li asked anxiously, "Can you deliver a letter for me?"

It's hard to stop.

Yongli was still ill, but the light in his eyes was extremely bright, as if the fire of life was ignited, prospered, and prospered because of it: "It's an unfeeling request, but it's really too important to me. I won't send this letter out." ,me……"

He was terrified that something would happen to Shen Junzhao when he learned of his death.

He survived desperately, if he is separated from him again, then...then...what is the meaning of his survival!

Zi Nan didn't ask any further questions, he just said, "What you said is..."

Yongli didn't even have time to find a pen and paper, pulled off the rags from his sleeves, bit the blood on his fingertips, and wrote six words——

Ah Zhao, wait for me to come back.

Only then did Zinan realize that his childhood playmate was actually the Emperor Dayong, that he had a crush on someone, and that he was desperately living just to see him again.

ego...

Hit the greatest pain.

But without this pain, how could he survive.

Arsenic, honey.

Obsession, belief.

hate and love...

A person's life is just wandering back and forth here.