My harem is on fire

Yongli was invited to the seat and received the highest standard of courtesy from the Shen family.

The emperor's Weifu is still the emperor, Shen Junzhao is now in charge of the Shen family, and he has arranged everything more securely than when Shen Zhengming was there.

Yongli was full of words but couldn't speak a word.

Not only because of the people who waited in circles, but also because of Shen Junzhao's politeness.

They...have they ever been this unfamiliar?

Yongli even wondered if the first minister of a country whose youthfulness gradually faded before him was his Shen Junzhao?

Yi|rong|mask|masque can fool everyone, but it cannot fool Yongli alone.

Whether it was Shen Junzhao, he knew better than anyone else.

Even after a year, it is impossible for him to admit his mistake.

It's Shen Junzhao, it's Shen Ziyu, but it's not his Ah Zhao.

Yong Li raised his eyebrows and asked, "How is old Prime Minister Shen?"

Shen Junzhao's voice was still so clear and pleasant: "My father had a heart attack half a year ago, and now he is fine. It's just that the illness is gone, and he still needs to recuperate. He can't come out to pay his respects to His Majesty."

Yongli: "Zhen Xiang and Shen Xiang don't need to be so polite." His words are all hints, whether Shen Xiang is Shen Zhengming or Shen Junzhao, it all depends on what he wants to hear.

Shen Junzhao lowered his eyes: "It is my father's honor to be loved by His Majesty."

Yongli's heart sank.

He sneaked to Shen's mansion excitedly, but returned disappointed.

After that, it was an extremely busy half a month, when Master Sheng returned to court, there were too many things to arrange and deal with.

Not to mention rewards for meritorious deeds, just how Yongli reorganized the government after a year's absence is enough to burn his head.

In the year of his imperial conquest, all the political affairs of the court had been handed over to Shen Junzhao. It stands to reason that Shen Junzhao should stay and hand over everything to him.

At this time, there is no eyeliner of Shen Zhengming in the palace, he can easily talk to Shen Junzhao about himself, and talk about the pain of lovesickness.

Unexpectedly, Shen Junzhao didn't give him any chance to get along in private.

There were always three or four ministers in the Royal Court Hall, and Shen Junzhao never got along with Yongli alone, even if he was handing over government affairs, he just stood aside and watched the ministers explain to Yongli one by one.

Yongli found many opportunities, but Shen Junzhao softly blocked them.

Yongli's blood was mostly wiped out, and he faintly sensed that something was wrong, but he never believed that Shen Junzhao would change his mind.

In just one year, they have been together for six years, even the most painful, tormenting and helpless days, they have gone through together.

What's more, they promised their sincerity. Although they were young and ignorant, they were deeply affectionate.

He promised him not to leave, he promised him not to abandon.

In just one year, he believed that Shen Junzhao would not forget him.

What Yongli said to Zi Nan was all to comfort himself: "It's really not suitable to talk about love right now. I just came back, and the government needs to take over. Azhao must be still appeasing the family. He keeps a little distance from me. Yes. It is a good thing for the whole Dayong!"

Zinan didn't say anything.

The more Yongli persuaded himself, the more flustered he became: "It must be like this. The family has been entrenched for a long time. If Ah Zhao wants to move them, he must stabilize first. Let them know later that I and Ah Zhao are connected. Be vigilant, if they start a riot, with the current power of Zhen and Ah Zhao, I'm afraid they won't be able to suppress it!"

Zi Nan: "..."

Yong Li didn't need him to answer the question, he just wanted to convince himself: "Ah Zhao has always been cautious, maybe he already thinks that I'm going too far, but he still has to put on a show!"

That's right, Shen Junzhao has always been more tolerant than him.

He also had to hold back, if he couldn't bear it a little, he would make big plans, and he and Shen Junzhao could be together without any worries when everything was safe.

Unexpectedly, this forbearance lasted for two full months.

Dayong is located in the north, and after the twelfth lunar month, the snow is thicker and thicker. Yongli used to be afraid of heat but not cold, but now because of that cup of poisoned wine, his foundation has been completely damaged.

As winter entered, he could not sleep every night.

Silver snow charcoal was burning in the room, and the temperature had already reached the level where the servant's forehead was sweating, but Yongli still felt cold.

He was wrapped in fur, roasted by an open fire, drank warm wine, his hands and feet were still cold.It's okay to be cold, but he still feels that the air is pouring into the crevices of his bones.

The doors and windows have been tightly closed, and with the temperature of the charcoal fire, how can there be wind?

But Yongli only felt that the cold wind outside had blown all over him.

Nothing works but cold, cold to the bone.

Last winter when he was in Liuzhou, it was also this cold, but at that time he stared at the battle every day, so cold that he had to endure the pain in his bones.

Especially when he thought that Shen Junzhao in Shoujing was waiting for him, he couldn't slow down the progress because of himself, he just wanted to come back sooner and sooner.

Now that he is back, he has also seen Shen Junzhao, and he has even successfully supported his own power...

But this winter is harder than last year.

It was so cold that his heart seemed to be pierced by an ice pick.

It is difficult for the son to know that he is uncomfortable: "Tomorrow morning..."

Yongli shook his head: "It's okay."

Zi Nan frowned: "You can't sleep at night, and you have to work hard during the day, how can your body bear it?"

Yongli really couldn't stand it any longer, he asked Zinan: "Is there any way for me to get a good night's sleep?"

Zi Nan sighed lightly: "Your Majesty hold my hand."

Yongli paused.

Zi Nan explained: "The poor monk passed on some internal strength to you."

Yongli felt very uncomfortable: "If Ah Zhao is here..."

Shen Junzhao's internal skills are even better, he can relieve him from the cold, but...

A rare anger surged up in Zinan's heart: "Why is your majesty deceiving yourself like this!"

With just this one sentence, Yongli's face darkened.

Zi Nan realized that he had slipped his words, and lowered his eyes.

After all, Yongli suppressed his emotions, and said patiently: "You don't know Ah Zhao, Zi Nan, he is very important to me, and I am also very important to him, trust me, he will not betray me."

He used me for his self-proclaiming, because at this time he is not talking about this matter as an emperor, he is just Yongli, and Yongli and Shen Junzhao are the most important existence of each other.

The authorities are clear and the bystanders are fascinated.

It's so ugly that you can see clearly, but it's a pity that you can't wake up the person who pretends to be asleep.

"Your Majesty, hold the poor monk."

After all, Yongli couldn't stand the cold air, so he held his warm hand.

Zi Nan helped him to lie down, and the palm of his hand continuously infused him with internal energy.

It does work, it works.

The coldness all over Yongli's body was neutralized by this gentle internal force, and the cold air that had been frozen into the cracks of his bones also shrank back. Although it could not be removed, it no longer spilled out layer by layer, giving him a chance to breathe.

The overwhelming drowsiness hit, Yongli almost fell asleep with the pillow on his head.

Zinan just held his hand at first, but the poison of the shade tended to spill out from time to time, he had to get closer to Yongli, and finally leaned sideways on the bed.

Yong Li was so tired that his consciousness was blurred. In his dream, he kept walking in a world of ice and snow. There was snow everywhere, ice everywhere, and cold everywhere.

He finally saw a source of fire, and he just wanted to get close to it, and get closer to it, even if he was burned, he wanted to get close to it.

A person suddenly appeared in the fire, Yongli looked at his indifferent gaze, and felt extremely wronged in his heart: "Ah Zhao..."

Why are you ignoring me.

Why are you so far away from me.

Do you regret it?

Feeling that Yongli was haunted by a nightmare, Zinan could only intensify his inner strength, pat him on the back lightly, and tried his best to comfort him.

Yongli's trembling body gradually calmed down, but Zinan had already carefully wrapped him in his arms.

Outside the Hall of Changxin, the servants did not dare to make a sound, they were clearly facing the cold wind, but beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.

It can make them so frightened, just because there is one person standing under the window.

Shen Junzhao was still wearing the supreme first-grade court dress and the most expensive seven-beam court crown. His handsome face was made colder by the cold night and snow.

He looked into the hall through the window, his black eyes dull.

There is a candle, but the black eyes cannot be reflected; there is a charcoal stove, but the chest cannot be warmed.

Shen Junzhao looked at Yongli and Zinan, feeling extremely calm.

Zinan is Yongli's playmate, a friendship they grew up with, and they knew each other earlier than they did.

When he was in Liuzhou, it was also thanks to Zinan that he was able to protect Yongli and allow Yongli to return to Beijing so smoothly.

Shen Junzhao was grateful to Zinan, and was sincerely grateful.

Yeah.

He can't be by his side after all, it's good to have others.

It is difficult for Zi to know the root and the bottom line, and he is more suitable than him for thinking about Yongli.

really good.

Yongli is different from him, he is a beam of warm light, and many people can always gather around him.

Excellent subordinates, loyal courtiers, people who can love him without any scruples...

With so many choices, Yongli will forget about him sooner or later.

After all, their relationship was just a flash in the pan.

Shen Junzhao bent his lips and smiled, then turned and left.

Ever since Yongli returned to the palace, he has been guarding outside the palace every night, watching him through the window every night.

He left tonight, after all, he was still far away from the lights of the Changxin Hall, and walked towards the endless darkness.

Yongli is the master of the world, but he is just a lowly executioner.

It's ridiculous that these two people who are so far apart are actually brothers.

When Shen Junzhao thought of this, he felt extremely absurd.

Brother, how could he be Yongli's brother?

How could he be Yongli's brother!

However, for the past six months, Shen Junzhao has been looking for the truth of the past every day, and every living person is telling him the truth—his mother is a witch of a foreign race, who bewitched the late emperor and gave birth to him.

What else to look forward to?

If it wasn't for the crime of immorality, how could fate punish Yongli like this?

They are brothers, they are blood relatives, and they are the last people who should not be together.

Disregarding human relations and violating taboos will only attract divine punishment.

He couldn't bear the slightest harm to Yongli.

Shen Junzhao can only do this in his life——

Remove all obstacles that hinder Yongli, interfere with him, and shake him.

Kill all traitors who threaten Yongli, hurt him, or betray him.

In the third month, Yongli finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Government affairs are endless, and things cannot stop. He will only get busier and Shen Junzhao will only get farther and farther away from him.

I can see people every day, and I can talk to people every day, but I am getting more and more strange, more and more alienated, and I am getting more and more opposite.

Yongli panicked.

After the New Year's Eve banquet, he stopped Shen Junzhao.

In front of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, Shen Junzhao's attitude was respectful.

Yongli ordered: "Master Shen will accompany me to the Imperial Garden for a walk."

Shen Junzhao bowed his head and said: "It's cold, Your Majesty should not..."

Yongli didn't give him a chance to shirk: "I drank too much, go out to sober up."

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli walked straight down, and when he passed by him, he whispered: "See you soon."

After all, he left the main hall straight away and went to the imperial garden.

The rain curtain pavilion in winter is no longer surrounded by water curtains, and has become an ordinary pavilion, only the four characters on the horizontal plaque stand out.

——Wan Ze Gui Yong.

The high-spirited young Shen Xiangshu's good handwriting is enough to be handed down to the world.

Yongli sent everyone away, and stood alone in front of the rain curtain pavilion, waiting for Shen Junzhao.

He didn't believe that Shen Junzhao wouldn't come. If he really didn't come, then he would wait until he came.

Zi Nan couldn't persuade him, so he could only whisper: "Take the stove."

Yongli hesitated for a moment, but accepted it anyway.

In fact, it was useless, no matter how hot the stove was, it couldn't warm the chill in his bones, but he didn't want Zi Nan to worry too much, so he accepted it and held it in his palm.

After waiting for too long, Shen Junzhao walked slowly through the night.

Yongli raised his eyes and looked over, his heart was also wrapped in the cold air, and it was cold for a while.

— to deceive oneself and others.

It's hard to say right.

He is indeed deluding himself.

But what else could he do besides deceiving himself?How could he believe that Shen Junzhao would have a change of heart?How could he believe that Shen Junzhao would betray him?How should he accept that the person he misses doesn't want him anymore.

So what did he crawl back from hell for?What is the purpose of living with this broken body in pain?What's the point of trying so hard to seize the imperial power?

Jiangshan ambition, ideals and beliefs.

How could he be missing!

Yongli has never been a procrastination person.

In fact, Yongli was terribly scared at the moment, so scared that he could hardly hear his own voice, he was trembling all over, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of the cold or fear, maybe both.

But he was so scared, he still asked in a hoarse voice: "Is this Yumu Pavilion still mine?"

Shen Junzhao didn't raise his head from the beginning to the end. He stood in front of him with a respectful expression, but seemed to be separated from him by mountains and seas: "Everything in the world belongs to His Majesty."

Yongli's heart became cold, and his voice trembled: "Then... what about you?"