My harem is on fire

Emperor Yuan Yao was very skilled in lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot.

No, it hit again!Yongli: "That... is just my expedient measure."

Shen Junzhao actually said: "At this time, there is also an urgent need for expedient measures."

Yongli looked up in astonishment.

Shen Junzhao's eyes were like stars, and he was full of smiles.

Yongli took a light breath, still rational: "I am...how can I still look like that boy now? I can't wear it...well, I can't wear it!"

Shen Junzhao's smile faded: "Oh, I wore it three years ago, but I can't wear it now. Your Majesty and Liang Ming should go to Jiufeng Mountain."

Yongli: "Hey..."

Shen Junzhao's sourness came up, and the strong wooden beams of the Changxin Hall couldn't bear it: "Your Majesty almost married Liang Ming, and the marriage must be very prosperous. I wish you a good sign."

Yongli hurriedly said: "What kind of jealousy are you eating!"

Shen Junzhao looked at him: "Who is the concubine of the Six States?"

Yongli: "..."

Shen Junzhao took out a small portrait from his arms as if conjuring: "Who is this?"

The person in the painting is fair-skinned and beautiful, with red makeup captivating the soul.

It was the young Emperor Yuan Yao, the fake concubine of the Six States.

Old Yong Li blushed, and reached out to snatch it: "Why are you keeping this damn thing, burn it quickly!"

Shen Junzhao put it in his arms easily: "How can the portrait of His Majesty be burned down?"

Yongli: "Throw it away!"

Shen Junzhao raised his eyebrows: "To whom?"

Yongli: "..."

Shen Junzhao stared at him again: "Who else does Your Majesty want to seduce?"

Yong Li couldn't argue with a hundred mouths.

Shen Junzhao said coolly: "Forget it, after all, your Majesty's harem is three thousand, and there are still people in the six states who are looking forward to, thinking about, waiting, and waiting. It's the minister who is in the way."

Yongli signed his hand: "Okay, that's it!"

The corners of Shen Junzhao's mouth curled up.

Yong Li resigned to his fate, so let's rake his ears, anyway, he was eaten to death by Shen Zhaojun: "Isn't it just women's clothing, I wear it!"

The man can bend and stretch!

Shen Junzhao really wore a red dress, which was made according to Yongli's figure. From the shoulder line to the waist line, everything fit perfectly.

Yong Li glared at him: "Master Shen has been prepared for a long time."

Shen Junzhao smiled and said nothing.

Yongli leaned forward and bit him: "Changing clothes for me."

Shen Junzhao: "I obey."

The full-length mirror in the inner room of Changxin Hall is not comparable to that of six states.

The body is as long as the silver mirror, and the mirror surface is as smooth as water. The setting sun is setting outside, and the orange afterglow hits the red clothes like clusters of burning flames. The feather fan with the handle spread out is like a white butterfly about to fly high.

Shen Junzhao looked at the person in the mirror and forgot to blink.

Yongli's face was red, and he felt hot all over: "This, this doesn't seem to be women's clothing."

Indeed, she was dressed in a red dress of light, soft satin and tulle, but it was not a fashionable dress at the moment, but a complicated deep coat with a slightly open neckline and sleeves that were too long.

It's just that the red is too bright, the waist is too tight, and the hem of the clothes is too long, which suddenly looks like red makeup in neon clothes.

Shen Junzhao hugged him from behind, the moon white robe sleeves passed through his waist, and his chin rubbed against his fair neck: "I did it."

Yongli's heart skipped a beat.

Shen Junzhao kissed his thin white ear tips, thin ear bones, and small earlobes, and said in a low voice, "I made it for Your Majesty."

Yongli's body became hotter, not only hot but also soft. He held Shen Junzhao's forearm, and he couldn't stand still.

"His Majesty."

"..."

"You are so beautiful."

There was a string in Yongli's brain, which broke with a snap.

No matter what Shen Junzhao wants at this moment, he will agree.

No matter what, he will agree.Even if he were to die at this moment, he would not hesitate at all.

"Azhao..."

"Ah."

"Zhen..." Yongli couldn't speak, his throat was full of fire, as if saying one more word would set him on fire.

Shen Junzhao looked at him through the mirror: "Can I kiss you?"

Yongli: "!"

Shen Junzhao gently hooked his face, rubbing his lips with his fingertips.

Yong Li tremblingly closed his eyes, but what he was waiting for was an extremely irritating kiss.

Shen Junzhao was kissing him, but it was not like before. He kissed him very slowly, carefully and carefully, as if he wanted to stretch the time infinitely, as if he wanted to freeze the world, as if he wanted to imprint him deeply into his soul.

Finely ground and sizzling hot.

It was obviously the most intimate and sweetest moment, but Yongli tasted a bit of bitterness inexplicably.

Sweet to bitter sour.

"Azhao." Yongli grabbed his lapel impatiently, "Zhen...Zhen..."

Shen Junzhao's voice was extremely gentle: "Don't be afraid."

Yongli's eyes widened suddenly: "Don't...dirty..."

Shen Junzhao: "No."

Yongli couldn't push him away, how could he have this experience before, his whole body seemed to be sick, itching unbearably, and burning hot.

When Shen Junzhao let go, Yongli's red clothes were already in a mess, his long hair fell all over the bed, his cheeks were flushed, and he was out of breath.

Shen Junzhao turned his eyes away: "I'm going to fetch water."

Yongli waited for him to wipe himself clean before recovering: "What about you?"

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli's voice was low and soft: "Zhen, I can do it too."

Shen Junzhao pressed his hand and said, "No need."

Yongli looked up at him: "Why don't you use it!"

Shen Junzhao bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the surge in his chest, and said softly, "Time is running out."

Yongli had long forgotten about the temple fair: "Huh?"

Shen Junzhao looked at him, and asked after a while: "Is your majesty still going to the temple fair?"

Yongli was stunned, why would he go to a temple fair after all this?

Yong Ali was shameless, he rushed over and pulled Shen Junzhao's clothes: "You are not allowed to go anywhere, the spring night is short, hey!"

Shen Junzhao wrapped the quilt tightly around him and said, "The minister went by himself."

Yongli poked his head out from under the quilt: "What are you doing by yourself!"

Shen Junzhao: "Seeking marriage."

Yongli was furious: "I didn't go, who are you going to ask for marriage?"

Shen Junzhao bent his lips: "I'll only find out when I go."

Yongli exploded: "Shen Zhaojun, you have treated me lightly, and you still dare to run away!"

He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and came to chase Shen Junzhao barefoot. How could Shen Junzhao let him catch the cold, before his feet hit the ground, Qinggong flashed to his side and hugged him in his arms.

Yongli laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "You ruined my clothes like this, how can I go out?"

Shen Junzhao raised his eyebrows: "Your Majesty really wants to go out in that dress?"

Yongli retorted at him: "Then why did you make it with your own hands, and made a special trip for me to wear it, and then I will tear it up for you?"

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yong Li purposely approached him, and whispered into his ear: "Mr. Chen's hobby is quite a waste of clothes."

Shen Junzhao: "Your Majesty!"

Yong Li put his arms around his neck: "Only Mr. Shen is allowed to set fire, and I'm not allowed to light the lamp... um..."

But I can't say, I can only kiss.

Later, the two left the palace and went to Jiufeng Mountain.

Of course Yongli didn't wear that red makeup, even if Yongli didn't care about it, Shen Junzhao couldn't let him wear it out.

Not to mention that this insulted the emperor's prestige, Shen Junzhao did not allow others to see Yongli's attractive appearance.

Liang Ming, he can still get rid of it quickly; there are countless people on Jiufeng Mountain, and he can't wash the temple fair with blood.

When it came to the temple fair, Yongli recalled: "Even if our Dayong folk customs are open, there is no one man and one woman going to the temple fair together!"

Shen Junzhao: "..."

Yongli squeezed his fingers: "You just deliberately deceive me... I wear..."

Shen Junzhao grabbed him with his backhand.

Yongli lowered his voice: "However, I quite like it."

Thinking of what the two of them did before going out, even the lights of the temple fair were not as bright as their chests.