Then Shen Junzhao finished speaking: "I will let him enter the palace to serve him tomorrow."

Yongli: “…”

Shen Junzhao put a piece of jade magnolia into his bowl, and an invisible smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was even more gentle: "There are many fish and dragons in the capital recently. Your Majesty, don't try to take risks with your body."

Even if the city defense is increased, there are too many foreign tribes who come to Beijing to congratulate, and it is not so easy to sort out.

Yongli thought to himself, if you feed me, I will keep going nowhere in the palace honestly.

Unfortunately, when the words came to his mouth, he remembered Shen Junzhao's arm and suppressed his thoughts, not daring to mention a word.

"Stop..." Yong Li felt sorry for his arm and said, "I am not a three-year-old child, so why don't you need to cook food?"

Shen Junzhao paused and did not persist.

Yongli himself gave Shen Junzhao very diligently. Although he never raised his arms and did not even treat him as an injured person, he took care of him in his actions.

Not only did he give Shen Junzhao enough face, he was worried about his sensitivity and thoughts, and every move warmed his heart.

Shen Junzhao was both soft and uncomfortable, and he could just remind himself at all times. It was tantamount to drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he was unable to break free, so he could only watch himself sink into the quagmire.

After lunch, you will naturally not be able to rest immediately.

Shen Junzhao was afraid that he would accumulate food and said, "The Royal Garden is cool, I will accompany you to talk about two games."

Yongli pursed: "If you ask my four sons, I have to rack my brains to win, so I won't come!" He was in such a beautiful mood, why bother to insult himself?

Shen Junzhao paused: "Then..."

Yongli was also impatient to go out to bask in the sun. He glanced at the memorial box at the end of his eyes and was lazy in his heart: "Tiyu might as well accompany me to read the memorial!"

Shen Junzhao: “…”

Yong Li followed the trend and wanted to hold his hand. Fortunately, the sleeves of this court uniform were wide, so he stopped him, which made him feel at ease: "Don't panic, I read a lot last night, and there are not many left. Please recite it to me, and you can rest for a long time after watching it at noon."

His words were also clever, and he deliberately mentioned what happened last night, which made Shen Junzhao feel soft-hearted.

Last night, Yong Li made memorials while red eyes, how he squatted on the ground and wrote comments alone, how he worked diligently to numb himself with government affairs, no one understands better than Shen Junzhao who has been guarding all night.

Why doesn’t Shen Junzhao know about Yongli’s character?

It is the best thing to talk about on weekdays. Everything is open-minded. When the sky falls, you can smile and say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

People who are as bright as the rising sun will be sad. They are very different from others. They do not cry or lose or blame others. They are just more diligent and hardworking, and treat themselves more harshly, and those who act coquettish and obedient are completely gone.

When he was a child, he copied the copybook dozens of times, and today he wrote hundreds of memorials in one go.

Shen Junzhao sighed softly and whispered: "That minister is beyond the rules..."

Most of the memorials on the table were passed in the cabinet, but once placed on the imperial desk, others would not easily touch them.

It is obvious that Zi Nan is essentially an internal minister. Shen Junzhao is now more than an external minister, but he is also a powerful minister who can shake the foundation of the emperor. It is logical that he should avoid suspicion.

Yongli leaned against the seat, stretching his eyebrows and eyes: "Don't worry too much, I'll listen."

Shen Junzhao got him to give him a seat and was right next to him. At this time, he picked up the top notch and started to recite it slowly.

Yongli became a little confused as he listened.

Once upon a time, he played with Shen Junzhao's study and could have been enjoying a memorable copy for half an hour.

Now Shen Junzhao's voice is mature and charming than when he was a teenager, but it is getting further and further away from him.

If time goes back, he would rather stop in that day without anything.

He has nothing.

Shen Junzhao also had nothing.
Chapter completed!