My harem is on fire

Yong Li believed that he was a ghost: "Yes, you didn't come, I survived it myself."

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli wanted to be as beautiful as he thought: "Speaking of which, I am also amazing. Freezing myself into a popsicle can also relieve the temperature, and heating myself into an oven can also cool down...I admire it myself, Ah Zhao, do you think I am Great?"

Shen Junzhao, who obviously relieved him, took it all on himself, and finally let Shen Junzhao praise him.

Shen Junzhao: "Your Majesty is very powerful."

Yong Li persisted: "How powerful is it?"

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli got up and pushed the table full of memorials, and spread out a sheet of snow-white rice paper: "Ah Zhao grinds for me."

Shen Junzhao couldn't bear to cheer him up, he picked a piece of fine Hui ink, and grinded it carefully on a bluestone inkstone: "What do you want to write, Your Majesty?"

Yongli smiled and said nothing.

Shen Junzhao stopped asking.

After the ink research is finished, Yongli presses the rice paper with his left hand, and holds the Langhao brush with his right hand. He leans forward slightly, with a focused expression, and writes decisively and forcefully.

The white rice paper is dyed with black ink, the middle peak is like a sharp blade out of its sheath, and the hidden front is light and close. The two characters are formed in one go, dripping and hearty, and the naked eye can see Fang Qiu!

At the last reminder, Yongli took the pen away.

There was a smile in Shen Junzhao's eyes: "Your Majesty's handwriting is getting leaner."

Yongli tilted his head to look at him: "What did I write?"

Shen Junzhao read out the two words that pierced through the back of the paper: "Shenwu."

Yong Li smiled and rolled his eyes: "My Ah Zhao is the most powerful!"

This is a continuation of what he said before, Shen Junzhao refused to admit that he guarded Yongli every night, and Yongli praised him in different ways.

With this confidant, what more can a husband ask for.

Shen Junzhao suddenly asked: "Can Your Majesty give it to the minister?"

Yongli immediately said: "Take it!"

Shen Junzhao stared at the two words on the paper, and said softly: "The word Shenwu deserves the rank of general."

Yongli was taken aback.

Shen Junzhao bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty, please do it."

Yongli's good mood for most of the day disappeared in an instant, he only felt the blood in his chest surging, and the hand holding the desk was clenched into a fist: "Nonsense!"

Shen Junzhao said in a steady voice: "The barbarians in the six states are rampant. Du Jingxiu, the remnant of the former dynasty, colluded with Fu Anyi, the commander-in-chief of the three counties. I implore your majesty to allow the ministers to send troops to pay for such calamities."

Yongli's lips turned pale: "Three years ago, I personally conquered the six states, which cost a lot, and it is not easy to restore people's livelihood. How can I use troops so easily?"

Shen Junzhao: "In the past three years, the weather in Da Yong has been smooth and the treasury has been full. Instead of waiting for the rebels to recuperate, it is better to cut the mess quickly and restore the peace of Da Yong for a hundred years."

Yongli took a breath, pressed his trembling fingers and said, "I won't allow it."

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli said hoarsely: "I will never let you go to that place where swords have no eyes!"

Shen Junzhao lowered his eyes: "Your Majesty doesn't trust you?"

Yongli: "..."

The Changxin Hall is ventilated on all sides, coupled with the ice basin prepared at any time, the hot wind turns into a cool air, which is refreshing.It was originally the most comfortable temperature, but because of the silent two, it became a little colder.

The bright yellow silk curtains fluttered lightly, and the book case surrounded by the five-clawed dragon was full of memorials of various colors, except for the fluffy piece of snow-white rice paper, which looked like it wanted to fly high even if it was held by a paperweight.

Yongli closed his eyes, suppressing the suffocation in his heart, and said softly: "I believe you."

I believe that you will not rebel against Dayong, and I believe that you can retreat with your high martial arts skills.

but……

Yongli continued: "I'm afraid."

Shen Junzhao was startled, his voice was no longer so clear and quiet: "Your Majesty..."

Yongli leaned against the back of the chair with a tourmaline the size of a pigeon egg, his eyes full of tiredness: "No matter how strong the martial arts are, it's useless. On a battlefield with tens of thousands of people, people's lives are like ants. I don't know why they died, and I don't know why. How did you survive? If you bleed too much, you will feel like vomiting when you see red, and if you smell too much carrion, even eating is a very disgusting thing..."

What happened to him during the imperial conquest three years ago was unimaginable to ordinary people.

No matter how understated the memory, the fear has already been engraved in the bone marrow.

Yongli was afraid—afraid that Shen Junzhao would be in danger, that Shen Junzhao would be in danger, that Shen Junzhao would never return.

If you have not experienced war, you cannot understand the cruelty of war.

The strength of one person is not worth mentioning on a battlefield with tens of thousands of people.

So what if one is against ten, one is against a hundred, or even one is against a thousand?

As long as it is a human being, how can one fight against ten thousand or one hundred thousand?

Too dangerous.

On the battlefield, the first to die is always the one with high martial arts skills.

Shen Junzhao didn't want him to recall those things. Although he knew it was impolite, he still put his arms around his shoulders and said, "I only lead the soldiers, and don't go to the front line."

Yong Li leaned against his chest, but his heart felt uneasy: "I also thought the same way back then."

Shen Junzhao pursed his thin lips tightly, and his black eyes showed a murderous look: "Someone deliberately murdered him back then."

If it weren't for those wolf-hearted things, how could Yongli be poisoned?How to be in danger?It is unknown how he ended up living and dying in six states!

Yongli grabbed his lapel and said, "That's why I don't allow you to take risks."

Shen Junzhao persuaded him: "This time I brought all my confidants, there will be no internal worries..."

Yongli shook his head and said, "No way!"

Shen Junzhao called him helplessly: "Your Majesty."

Yongli raised his head, his eyes were red: "I say no!"

What Shen Junzhao feared most in his life was the scene in front of him.

He couldn't see Yongli crying.

I can't see him suffering, I can't see him in pain.

His majesty should be as bright as the morning sun, never hazy.

Shen Junzhao knew he couldn't do anything, but he still couldn't control it. He kissed Yongli's eyes and said softly, "Don't cry."

Yong Li's heart was pounding by his intimacy, he was afraid that he would wake up Shen Junzhao, so he didn't dare to say a word.

Shen Junzhao leaned over slightly, and met his eyes: "I assure you..."

Yongli snapped back to his senses, not letting him finish: "Zhen won't agree."

Shen Junzhao was about to speak, but Yong Li simply broke away from him: "Don't try to confuse me, I won't do this!"

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli was full of pity, but when he thought that Shen Junzhao coaxed him to lead the army, he became angry: "As long as I am still sitting on this dragon chair, you don't even think about leaving Shoujing!"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned. These words were a bit exaggerated. With Shen Junzhao's temperament, he might...

Unexpectedly, Shen Junzhao was not angry, but said helplessly: "Your Majesty..."

Yongli's mind was steady, but he didn't dare to make an inch of it. He could deal with Shen Junzhao in trivial matters on weekdays, but not in major matters.

Shen Junzhao has always been a very determined person. To be able to speak out must be a long-term plan. How could he give up so easily after planning for a long time?

Yongli's blindly contradicting him will push people away, and he will act behind his back, which is not worth the loss.

After some thought, Yongli came to his senses.

You can't go head-to-head with Shen Junzhao, you have to touch it.

Yongli tried his best to let go of his personal emotions, and analyzed from a more objective point of view: "This move is really unnecessary. I have arrangements with Liang Ming, so he is just playing tricks. In fact, he still came to study. Liang Ming intends to unify the six states. , I also like it. Although this kid is ambitious, he is dedicated to learning. If we can integrate the six states culturally, it will be easier than marching and using force..."

These are the long-term plans that Yongli had planned three years ago.

Liang Ming was deliberately let go by him, cultivated by him, and expected by him.

Others may think that people with different races in the six states must have different hearts, but Yongli doesn't think so.

Is it possible that the whole world is a king, if he doesn't have the mind to accommodate hundreds of people, how can he be the master of the world?

Yongli hadn't talked about state affairs with Shen Junzhao for a long time, and he couldn't stop when he opened his mouth.

At first, I thought it was to persuade Shen Junzhao, but later I was talking about the future, outlining a splendid scene of peace in the world.

Shen Junzhao didn't say much, just listened carefully, nodding his head occasionally, smiling occasionally, with the strong love that couldn't be hidden in his eyes as he was when he was a teenager.

Yongli loves the world and the common people.

Shen Junzhao loves everything about him.

He has what he doesn't have, he can do what he can't.

Yongli has great love in his heart, but he can only keep this one person in his heart.

Only this one person is already the direction of the heart.

Yongli stopped talking, and looked at Shen Junzhao with bright eyes: "What, is there no need to send troops to conquer?"

Liang Ming seemed to be bluffing, but he was actually a child with a temper. He didn't have the guts to do it. As for the collusion between Du Jingxiu and Fu Anyi, the commander-in-chief, this matter was also Yongli's heart disease, but the commander-in-chief couldn't wait to support himself Therefore, reducing military power is a long-term matter, and it must be done slowly.

Shen Junzhao said, "It is false to conquer the six states, but it is true to deter the three counties."

Yongli was taken aback.

Shen Junzhao also told Yongli what he thought: "The minister over there will try to test Liang Ming. If he is rebellious, we can't keep him. If he doesn't rebel, we can use his name to get rid of internal troubles."

What he said was simple, but Yongli could understand him.

It is false to conquer the six states, but it is true to conscript and suppress the three counties as an excuse!

Although cutting military power is a slow thing to do slowly, if you can take advantage of it by surprise and cut it down with a knife, it will really be done once and for all.

Yongli quickly passed these in his mind, and he could only clap his hands and applaud!

Shen Junzhao's plan is really ingenious.

Test Liang Ming first to determine his mind: If he is ambitious and insists on invading Dayong, then Yongli will never keep him, such a short-sighted person, staying is useless; if Liang Ming can stabilize his ambition and give up Conquest, only hope that the six states will be prosperous, then this son is really worth cultivating.

At that time, they will play a scene with Liang Ming, and Dayong pretends to go to the six states. Du Jingxiu and Fu Anyi will not be able to hold back. If they make a move and want to profit from the fisherman, they can fight back and invite you into the urn!

As long as Fu Anyi is killed smoothly, it will be enough to make an example. By then, they will not only clean up the remnants of the previous dynasty, but also silence the coveted generals.

Dayong established the country by force, and the military power and imperial power should have been concentrated, but because the former emperor died early, Shen Zhengming had to temporarily split the military power in order to protect the little emperor.

At this time, hidden dangers have emerged, and the generals from all over the country have their own strength and are eyeing them.

If he can start with Fu Anyi and gradually take back the scattered military power, Yongli's throne will be considered secure.

Speaking of this, how could Yongli not understand?

In the past three years, Shen Junzhao has confronted him on the surface, sneered at him from time to time, and even made an appearance of abandoning their love back then like a pair of shoes.

But in fact, he has worked hard for the past three years, planning day and night, and all he thinks about is how to make Yongli feel at ease in the future.

To get such a true love, what more can a husband ask for!

Yongli was so excited that he couldn't hold it back, so he leaned forward and kissed Shen Junzhao.

After kissing and remembering the identities of the two, Yongli inevitably flustered, but if he said that he was sick, it seemed...

Before Yongli could sit back, Shen Junzhao leaned over and approached him.

Changxin Hall, the night is always bright.

Amidst the flickering candles, the chief minister of the empire, holding a desk with one hand, kissed his majesty.

Intimate, lingering.

Treat it like a treasure.