My harem is on fire

How could he forget this!

Doesn't he understand Shen Junzhao's temperament? He never speaks when he feels uncomfortable, and only hurts himself.

Two years ago, Shen Junzhao stuck a dagger into his forearm, which was an unforgettable nightmare in Yongli's life.

After going out for a year, how could he...

In fact, Yongli is sober deep in his heart, he has not forgotten, how could he forget.

It's just that he knows that if Shen Junzhao doesn't care about him anymore, he won't torment himself because of emotional breakdown.

Yongli was afraid of seeing him covered in scars, and also afraid of seeing him...

Do not!

He just hoped he was okay.

Shen Junzhao didn't hide, because Yongli's current physical fitness couldn't catch him.

Yongli leaned over and pulled up his sleeve, all he saw was a half circle of red marks on his wrist, he didn't know how he was injured, it didn't even look like an injury, it seemed that he was wearing a half wrist ring.

It was also because his complexion was as white as the snow in the backlight, so the light red marks were unexpectedly vivid.

Shen Junzhao gently pushed his hand away, with a calm and indifferent expression: "Your Majesty does not need to worry about a little injury."

But Yongli couldn't be as calm as him: "How did you hurt?"

Shen Junzhao wrote lightly: "Recently, there have been too many papers sent from various places, and there are many after the cabinet's first reading. I have to make arrangements for Your Majesty..."

But Yongli didn't want to hear what he said, and interrupted: "I ask you, how did you hurt!"

Shen Junzhao: "The desk is sharp and sharp."

Yongli: "..."

Shen Junzhao stared at the chessboard: "Your Majesty, it's your turn."

Yong Li couldn't be in the mood to play chess, he got up abruptly, walked around the stone table and came to Shen Junzhao: "Show me."

Shen Junzhao raised his eyebrows: "What does Your Majesty want to see?"

Yong Li stared at him condescendingly, but because of his trembling voice, he lost half of his momentum: "Your body."

Shen Junzhao pursed his lips and smiled: "Your Majesty has countless beauties in the harem, please let me go."

Yongli felt his heart was hit by a heavy hammer, and said: "They..."

Shen Junzhao got up suddenly.

What Yongli said was interrupted. He wanted to explain the beauties of the harem, and he couldn't explain it all in a few words, but Shen Junzhao didn't want to hear it at all.

Shen Junzhao didn't let Yongli do it, he unbuttoned the collar button of the court clothes by himself, revealing a slender neck, a well-defined collarbone and a chest far stronger than imagined.

White as snow and cold as frost, it brought bone-burning heat to Yongli in the scorching summer.

Shen Junzhao looked down at him: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I did not harm myself."

This was the first time the word was mentioned between them.

Self-harm.

Yes, Shen Junzhao has a serious tendency to self-harm.

Yongli never mentioned it, he was afraid that Shen Junzhao would be embarrassed, and that he would not be able to accept himself like this.

Now Shen Junzhao pierced the window paper by himself, just to tell Yongli bluntly——

I don't want to hurt myself anymore because of you.

You fill the harem and please others, all of which have nothing to do with me.

How could Yongli not understand?

His face was pale, and he felt extremely laborious even to breathe, and he couldn't even distinguish what he was talking about: "Shen Junzhao..."

Shen Junzhao looked at him.

Yongli: "It's agreed that there will be one couple in one generation."

Shen Junzhao: "Your Majesty, do you know what the next line of this poem is?"

——Talking to teach two ecstasies.

This poem is a tragedy. There is no such thing as a generation of a pair of people, and some are just separated by two places, with love and no love.

Yongli's eyes were red, and mist filled his eyes, but he refused to drip: "Then never leave?"

Shen Junzhao ended their relationship with four words: "Childhood jokes."

There is no one pair of people from one generation to the next.

There is no persevering.

Some are just harem three thousand and childhood jokes.

There were only six pieces on the chessboard, five of which belonged to Yongli, and only one point of white belonged to Shen Junzhao.

The ink-colored lines of the jade-colored chessboard are full of voids between them.

There was never a moment when Yongli was more sober than this moment.

He and Shen Junzhao are finished.

It's all over.

In the following year, there were no more Yong Ali and Shen Ziyu in the world, only the Lord of the World and the Chief Assistant of the Empire.

The more tit-for-tat the government is, the more factional struggles, the more the aristocratic clan and the imperial power tend to become fiercer, the more Yongli realizes that his youth was just a big dream.

All vows of eternal love are no match for the monstrous power.

All the heart and soul are not as good as him sitting on the throne.

15-year-old Yongli and 16-year-old Shen Junzhao were buried on the battlefield of six states on the border of Dayong.

The long narration ends with cold tea that has no temperature.

Shen Junzhao and Yongli in the wing room fell into deep silence.

Especially Yongli, he clenched his fist tightly and asked in a hoarse voice: "So, because we are brothers, you..."

Shen Junzhao's voice was tense to the extreme: "We will be punished by God if we are together."

Yongli couldn't say a word.

In fact, it was Shen Junzhao who really reached the limit.

Three years, three full years.

Every day, every moment, even every moment, is endless torture for him.

Miss, look into the distance, push away and even lose completely.

Shen Junzhao has never harmed himself again, he doesn't need to torment himself, because his internal organs are being pricked by thousands of needles all the time.

Every stitch has quenched the poison, and every stitch is bone-piercing.

There is no need for pain on the flesh, this bloodless needle is better than thousands of whip wounds.

Shen Junzhao couldn't hold on for Yongli to stand up.

He knew that Yongli's treatment of his son was a brotherhood, he knew that he had never been tempted by the beauties in the harem, and he also knew that he was still thinking about his face.

Knowing that drinking poison quenches thirst, Shen Junzhao is willing to drink it all up.

As long as it takes a while, not too long, when he pacifies the six states, when he wipes out these arrogant and domineering families...

Yong ideal can do anything.

After standing up, accept concubines and give birth to heirs.

He can like anyone, and he can hold hands with anyone for the rest of his life.

He will never interfere again, nor can he interfere again.

It's all spelled out, and sadly spelled out doesn't mean it's resolved.

Yongli asked without giving up: "Are we really brothers?"

Shen Junzhao: "It's getting late today, and tomorrow I... Your Majesty will bring all the files I have found over the years to Your Majesty."

Yongli's heart felt cold, knowing that it was useless to ask, and it was useless to look at it.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, why should Shen Junzhao stick to it for these three years?With Shen Junzhao's ability, how could he fail to find out the truth?

The truth is that they are of the same blood, half-brothers.

As men, Yongli is not afraid; the monarch and his ministers are different, Shen Junzhao is fearless.

Only blood relatives, how to go beyond?

Yongli is not afraid of going to hell, not afraid of being put into a frying pan, and not afraid of having no afterlife, but what about Shen Junzhao?

How could he have the heart to let him bear the eternal infamy, how could he have the heart to let him have no afterlife?

His Ah Zhao has lived such a hard life in this life, how can he be reconciled to having no next life!

Yongli only felt tired all over his body, and his body, which had been recuperated a lot, was even more uncomfortable than usual: "Zhen... I'm going back to the palace first."

Shen Junzhao said softly: "Respectfully send off Your Majesty."

Yongli got up, his feet landed on the ground, but they seemed to be stepping on the void lightly.

Shen Junzhao stopped him: "Be careful!"

Yongli couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, he buried himself on Shen Junzhao's shoulder, weeping uncontrollably: "Ah Zhao...Ah Zhao, can you still..."

But Shen Junzhao couldn't listen to him finish: "Why do you need to ask again, Your Majesty?"

Please him, love him, love him.

He is the only one in eyes, heart, and soul.

Yongli cried even harder: "Why is this happening?"

Why does the closest blood relationship in the world push the two of them so far and torture them so deeply!