There was also a crazy Chen Zhengming in the room.

Yongli treated him with a very complicated mood. He admired him and resented him. He had experienced his kindness and loyalty, but he also realized his indifference. He believed in his heart and was full of Da Yong, selfless and noble, but he felt his selfishness and pedanticity day and night when he was in charge of power.

But no matter what, no matter what, Yongli couldn't bear to see him fall into disgrace.

Shen Junzhao lit Chen Zhengming's faint hole, and the elderly man fell to the ground, unlike sleeping, which was like returning to heaven.

Yongli: “…”

Shen Junzhao lowered his eyes: "He is not dead..."

Yong Li said hoarsely: "I know..."

With a brief silence, only candlelight seemed to be swaying in the house, making it difficult to tell where this place is, when this place is, and who this person is.

Three years...

Long, painful, torment, and three years.

Yong Li thought that these three years would be a heart-wrenching pain.

Shen Junzhao: "This room is stuffy, Your Majesty invites the main courtyard."

Yongli lowered his eyelashes and replied: "Okay..."

The Shen Mansion is actually a bit unfamiliar to him.

Not to mention the year and two years when he and Shen Junzhao ignored each other, even if they spoke normally later, they would not be able to enter the mansion as willfully as they were when they were childhood. On the contrary, Li Yihai's nonsense has made Shen Junzhao angry. He did not allow him to stand in front of him. He was obviously jealous, and he stood with him to fight against Liang Ming...

All of this gave Yong Li a fantasy, making him more and more capable and secretly came through.

It's just like that. In three years, I've only been here once or twice.

Not only strangers, but they are simply unimpressed.

Is the Chen Mansion so deserted? Is this century-old clan so thin? Is this magnificent house so desolate and cold?

He vaguely remembered the Shen Mansion he saw in his childhood, which was extraordinary and not as elegant as it is now, it is even colder than the hard-cultivated temple.

The main courtyard is not much better than the other courtyard. There is no one serving him. Shen Junzhao rolled up his long sleeves and cooked tea himself.

The tea fragrance is refreshing, the jade cup is flawless, and Shen Junzhao's cold side face is even more gorgeous.

A quiet night, a tea, and a sweetheart.

It was originally a scene that Yong Li longed for in his dream, but at this moment he felt like he fell into an abyss. He felt a wave of coldness penetrated into his throat, as if the cold air was pouring out when he opened his mouth.

When I was unable to sleep, Yong Li had a lot of dreams.

People will always change, and forgetting all their affections in their youth overnight is not a rare thing.

How can you take the vows and promises seriously when you are passionate?

He and Shen Junzhao were only together for half a year, and after that, they parted for a year. Perhaps it was Shen Junzhao who knew that the road ahead was difficult and he was unwilling to walk with him, which was reasonable.

Moreover, when he was in the capital, Shen Junzhao was not politicians and was not involved in power and strategy. Although he was smart, he was pure, just like a clean rice paper, transparent and bright. After more than a year of walking, Shen Zhengming and lingering in sick bed, Shen Junzhao had to walk in front of others and support the huge Shen family and even the entire Da Yong.

There is no necessary connection between the length of time and the breadth of life. This short year of hardship is enough to dye white paper ink, eliminate purity, and grow up overnight.

How charming is power? Since ancient times, countless people have verified it with blood.

Especially Shen Junzhao is so smart and strong, and is used to being crowded with him, how can he be willing to surrender to him?

Yongli thought this was the case, so he could only think of this.

It’s nothing more than the deep love of youth, it’s just that the power is eternal and the love is short, it’s just that when you grow up, you feel that this path that is incompatible with the world is too difficult to walk.

It was late at night and the heartache Yongli would comfort himself: After all, his Zhaojun was happy.

But now...

He knew the truth, a truth that could not be accepted but had to accept it, and that he had no hope left.

They are brothers, they are blood relatives, and they are two people who cannot be together even if they ignore their gender.

So Shen Junzhao didn't love him, didn't want him, didn't forget him, and didn't change.

So Shen Junzhao has not had a good time in the past three years, has not been relieved, and has not found what he really wanted.

Yong Li couldn't tell which point made his heart even more painful.

He just thought it was ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.

Blood relationship - the most intimate relationship in the world, can push two people so far.

Shen Junzhao poured tea for Yongli, and the green buds floated at the bottom of the porcelain white bowl, like a small boat falling in the vast ocean, helpless.

Yongli asked him why he didn't tell him.

How to say...

How would he tell Yongli?

After saying that...

He could only let Yong Li sit in such a distraught way, as if he had lost everything, as if he had no fun, as if he had no light anymore.

He would rather Yongli think he was ambitious, thought he was greedy for power, and thought he was ambition than Yongli thinks he was pleased with him.

The destined undesirable sin, the sin of going to hell, the sacredness of the thousands of men, and the shame of the history books forever.

How could it fall on Yongli?

Yongli lost Shen Junzhao, and he still had countless ideals and ambitions, many people who sincerely followed him, and the people of Da Yong whom he loved.

Since this is the case, Shen Junzhao would not drag him to hell, and he would not have made a generation of wise rulers who should have been famous for their eternity a laughing stock of historical books.

Longyang is so fond of it that he can even write it as a joke.

Brothers are incest, only sinful.

A knot that cannot be untied, a lock that cannot be untied, and a cage of fate that cannot be broken.

Shen Junzhao only hopes that Yongli can stay out of the matter.

Those who love love will fade over time, not to mention that there are so many outstanding people in the world and so many people who admire Yongli. He is the lord of the world and can always find good people.

As long as he doesn't bother him and as long as he lets him go, Yongli will always forget that short-lived youthful love.

So how could Shen Junzhao tell him?

In this life, even when he is approaching Wangchuan, he will not say this.

He will never tell the story of them being brothers.

I don’t know how long it took, but the tea was cold and the freshly cooked cold again...

The fragrance of tea filled the room, but the two of them didn't even have the strength to look at each other.

After all, Yong Li spoke: "Are you sure?"

After staying up for a day and a night, his voice was no longer clear and he was full of fatigue and hoarseness.

Shen Junzhao: "In the past three years, I have not been sure of this matter for a day."

Yongli's heart is like the cold tea before, and it can cool down into a pool of ice water on summer nights.

Actually, where to ask?

With Shen Junzhao's caution, I'm afraid he will go thoroughly to investigate just after he found out.

There is no need for Shen Zhengming to commit fraud. The fact that Shen Junzhao is his brother is not beneficial from any perspective.

It is useless to Yongli, it is useless to Shen Zhengming, and it is even more useless to the Da Yong Dynasty.

Shen Junzhao is not the kind of person who believes it when others say it. He is suspicious and cautious. How could he not check it from beginning to end if he has lost his heart like this?

If it wasn't for sure, if it wasn't for nothing, if it wasn't for the truth, how could he bear to let him live like a knife in these three years?

Yong Li tried hard to suppress his emotions and tried to restrain the severe pain in his chest: "Let me tell me..."

Shen Junzhao: “…”

Yongli closed his eyes: "Tell me all, Azhao, please... tell me all."

This crying sound made Shen Junzhao clench his fists. The smell of iron was overflowing from his mouth, but he didn't realize anything: "When you were in charge of your own army..."

It must have been at that time that everything started with the imperial commander in person.

And that imperial expedition was originally planned by Chen Zhengming.

He didn't understand at the time: Why Chen Zhengming gave up his parents and children for him, and even devoted his own flesh and blood for Da Yong.

Now he understood.

Where can there be parent-child, how can there be biological flesh and blood, where can it be dedication?

Chen Zhengming is a killing two birds with one stone and will never end any future troubles.

Yongli raised his forearm and blocked his eyes: "Azhao, if possible, I would be willing to exchange this life with you."

Since he is a brother, why is he the only one who is the parent and child of the late emperor, why is he the only one who inherits the throne, and why is he the only one standing under the sun?

How innocent is his Ah Zhao?
To be continued...