A brief silence.

The rain curtain pavilion was clearly surrounded by water curtains, but it seemed that the sound of water was clattering.

Yong Li heard it and heard Shen Junzhao's reply: "The king, minister, father and son, and since the minister is in the court, it is of course His Majesty's."

Anger rose, and Yongli sternly said: "You know that I am not asking this!"

Shen Junzhao still looked calm: "I don't understand."

After anger, he felt a huge embarrassment. Yong Li's eyes turned red: "I don't want to be solemn, I want Shen Ziyu."

Shen Junzhao's drooping eyelashes trembled very gently: "I'm here."

Yong Li became angry and grabbed his clothes and forced him to look at him: "Look at me and reply!"

Shen Junzhao slowly looked up, his black eyes were even colder than the dark winter night. He had no emotions on his face, and nothing else except for his respectful and respectful manners as a minister.

With eyes facing each other, Yong Li felt that the cold air in the bones was squeezed into his chest, freezing a beating heart.

What else should I say? What else can I say?

Everything is just him deceiving himself.

Yongli stared at him: "Do you regret it?" Regret about taking the world's terror and being with him?

Shen Junzhao didn't say anything.

Yong Li scolded him: "In just one year, you...you..."

Shen Junzhao used only five words to cut off all Yongli's thoughts: "Your Majesty, please respect yourself."

Your Majesty, please respect yourself.

Shen Junzhao asked him to respect himself.

Yongli bit his tongue through, and the smell of iron spread in his mouth, blocking all the begging that was about to be released.

No matter how happy he is, he has dignity.

What's more, can humble begging for mercy make Shen Junzhao change his mind?

Impossible.

He knew Shen Junzhao and had seen his coldness and ruthlessness towards others. But Yong Li never expected that one day he would become this other person.

What is this? What is this?

Yong Li gritted his teeth and could only force out the last three words: "Shen Ziyu!"

Only Shen Junzhao missed a little old love, as long as Shen Junzhao still looked at him like before, as long as Shen Junzhao...

The young empire chief responded in a low voice: "I'm here."

Without Shen Ziyu, without Shen Junzhao, only the heavy face of power!

The last flame in Yongli's heart was extinguished, and his eyes darkened: "Get out."

Shen Junzhao's back was slightly stiff.

Yongli sternly said: "Get out!"

Shen Junzhao: "I sue you."

He took three steps back and turned and left.

Yongli clenched his fists tightly and tried his best to suppress the urge to call him back.

I understand it enough, I understand it enough.

Stop asking for humiliation.

There is no eternal change? In just one year, the person he is thinking about is beyond recognition.

What made him change? What made them go away?

Is the power in my hands? Is the status above ten thousand people below one person? Or something else?

"It's hard..."

Yongli couldn't hold on anymore, but he didn't want to fall in front of Shen Junzhao.

He was already embarrassed enough and had no dignity.

He can't let go of everything just because Shen Junzhao doesn't want him.

Yan Junyue was not awake, Yan's tribe members were not found, and all the people in the world were still on his shoulders.

Without Shen Junzhao, he still had to go on.

He couldn't fall down even more.

Zi Nan came here a few steps, held his hand, and warmth rushed into the broken tendons and veins in the palm of his palm, trying his best to remove the coldness of the yin.

Yong Li couldn't feel it. His body seemed to be a little hot, but instead made his heart even colder.

"It's hard..."

"Um."

"He doesn't want me anymore."

“…”

"He really doesn't want me anymore."

"His Majesty."

Yong Li couldn't hear what he said, he just murmured and repeated the sentence, word by word, using words to suck his heart and bones.

This is the most difficult first month that Yongli has lived.

Except for worshiping ancestors, he turned down everything, and the folds were piled into small hills, and he turned a blind eye.

It has been seven years since the beginning of Yuan Yao.

Even if Yongli was young and even if he was obedient, he was the most diligent. After taking power, he was even a diligent monarch who was rare even in the previous dynasty.

He never missed the morning court, and the imperial court held the dominant power in the discussions. In the afternoon, the imperial teacher lectured, martial arts lessons, riding and shooting... and even the big and small comments presented every day. He insisted on reviewing them for many years without any slackness.

Only this year, Yongli left everything behind and hid in the Changxin Palace, hang out with the monk whom he brought back from somewhere.

Impeachment letter after letter.

The counselors asked for the saint's face.

Yongli disappeared.

Zi Nan asked him: "Why didn't Your Majesty announce the Imperial Doctor?"

As long as the outside world knows that the emperor is sick, these nonsense will disappear.

Yongli stayed in the heat-like house, wrapped in a thick fur coat, and held a warm stove in his arms. His face was pale and his thin lips trembled slightly: "So what if you can't cure the disease, can they do it?"

It's hard to be speechless.

Yongli closed his eyes and said, "Let them go, I'm tired."

It is hard for him to rest.

Emperor Yuan Yao's reputation became worse from this time. The originally diligent and well-behaved little emperor gradually became extremely wasteful when he returned from his own army.

The court officials could tolerate a male favorite, but they were completely in a mess after he brought three actors back to the palace.

It was already spring at that time, and Yongli didn't know how he survived this winter. He seemed to have a big dream, and the dream was full of coldness. When he woke up, he felt that there was warmth in this world.

The winter snow moistens the soil, the shore willows sprout, and after a large area of ​​green replaced the cold white, Yongli's body also improved.

Winter has passed and summer has not come yet. Spring is the most comfortable day of the year in Yongli.

My health is getting better, but my heart is still cold.

But he could see Shen Junzhao every day and had to talk to him every day...

Honey in the past, poison in the present.

Yong Li could only keep telling himself that the person in front of him was the chief minister of the empire, not his omen.

Yongli would visit Yan Junyue every month. The girl was still alive, miraculously alive.

For so long, the arrow wounds on her body have slowly healed.

She still didn't breathe, but her heart veins were beating slightly.

Zinan could not explain her situation, Yong Li thought about it and said, "It is probably because their Yan tribe is so physically."

Extreme tolerance, and careful thinking also means tenacious vitality.

An ordinary person should have died and was seriously injured, but she was still strong enough to hold on.

Yongli didn't know when she would wake up, but he knew what he should do for her.

Find the Yan people and settle down this miserable nation.

When Yan Junyue woke up, he hoped that she would no longer have any worries and just be a happy Princess Dayong.

He can't find happiness, but hopes that those around him can be happy.

Yan Junyue, Zinan, Shen Junzhao.

Hope they get what they want.

In March of the eighth year of Yuan Yao, Shangye found the whereabouts of three Yan people. Coincidentally, they were all sold to Dayong at a high price and became actors in the famous building in the capital.

Yongli went to a brothel for the first time in his life, and without saying a word, he bought three Yan tribe members at a sky-high price.

At that time, there was a playboy from a clan who bid for him. After Yong Li directly asked for a price of three times and three times, he stopped.

The playboy thought that he was the boss of the capital, how could he be suppressed like this? He wanted to block others behind his back. Even if he couldn't take back the beauty, he would be fine if he beat the sucker.

As a result, the quilt was difficult to clean up.
To be continued...