How could he forget this?

Doesn’t he understand Shen Junzhao’s temperament? He feels uncomfortable and never says it, but will only hurt himself.

Two years ago, Shen Junzhao inserted the dagger into his forearm, which was a nightmare that Yongli would never forget.

After going to war for a year, how did he...

In fact, Yongli was sober in his heart. He hadn't forgotten, how could he forget?

But he knew that if Shen Junzhao didn't care about him, he wouldn't have tormented himself because of emotional collapse.

Yongli was afraid of seeing him with scars, and he was afraid of seeing him...

No!

He just hopes he is fine.

Shen Junzhao did not hide, and with Yongli's current physical fitness, he could not catch him.

Yong Li leaned over and pulled up his sleeve. All he saw was half a circle of red marks on his wrist. He didn't know how it was injured, and it didn't even look like it was injured, as if he had half a wrist ring.

It is also because his skin is as white as the snow in the backlight that the light red marks are surprisingly bright.

Shen Junzhao gently pushed his hand away, looking calm and cold: "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about a little injury."

Yongli couldn't be as calm as he did: "How did you hurt?"

Shen Junzhao underestimated: "There are too many notes sent from all over the country recently, and there are many of them after the cabinet's first review. I have to make it straight for Your Majesty..."

Yongli didn't want to listen to him and interrupted: "I ask you, why did you hurt!"

Shen Junzhao: "The desk is sharp and harsh."

Yongli: "..."

Shen Junzhao stared at the chessboard: "Your Majesty, it's your turn."

Yongli was not in the mood to play chess. He stood up suddenly, walked around the stone table and came to Shen Junzhao: "Show me."

Shen Junzhao raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to see when your Majesty?"

Yongli stared at him from a high point, but because of his slight tremor, he lost half of his momentum: "Your body."

Shen Junzhao curled his lips and smiled: "Your Majesty has countless beauties in the harem, let me go."

Yong Li felt his heart was hit by a heavy hammer and said, "They..."

But Shen Junzhao suddenly stood up.

Yongli's words were interrupted when he tried to explain the beauties in the harem, but he couldn't say them all in just a few words, but Shen Junzhao didn't want to listen at all.

Shen Junzhao didn't let Yong Li do it. He unbuttoned the collar of the court himself, revealing his slender neck, his clear collarbone and his chest that was far tougher than he thought.

As white as snow and as cold as frost, it brought the bone-burning heat to Yongli in the hot summer.

Shen Junzhao lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have not harmed myself."

This is the first time that this word has been mentioned between them.

Self-harm.

Yes, Shen Junzhao has a serious tendency to self-harm.

Yongli never said that, he was afraid that Shen Junzhao would be embarrassed and afraid that he would not be able to accept such a person.

Now Shen Junzhao has broken the window paper by himself just to tell Yong Li straightforwardly—

I will no longer feel uncomfortable because of you.

You fill your harem and please others, it has nothing to do with me.

How could Yongli not understand?

He looked pale and felt extremely laborious in breathing. He couldn't even tell what he was saying: "Shen Junzhao..."

Shen Junzhao looked at him.

Yongli: "The promised life is one generation and one pair."

Shen Junzhao: "Your Majesty knows what the next sentence of this poem is?"

——Two places of ecstasy in the struggle for religion.

This poem is a tragedy. There is no such thing as a lifetime, one generation and one pair of people. There are only two places apart, and there are feelings and no mercy.

Yongli's eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with mist, but he refused to drip: "What about you who never leaves me?"

Shen Junzhao ended all their relationship with four words: "Childhood jokes."

There is no life, generation, and pair.

There is no one who never leaves.

All there is only Sanqian in the harem and childhood jokes.

There were only six pieces on the chessboard, five of which were from Yongli, and only that little bit of white was from Shen Junzhao.

The jade-colored chessboard and ink lines are all empty.

There was no moment that Yongli was more sober than this moment.

He and Shen Junzhao are finished.

It's completely finished.

In the following year, there were no more Yong Ali and Shen Ziyu in the world, only the lord of the world and the chief minister of the empire.

The more tit-for-tat the court was, the more party struggles arose, and the more intense the aristocratic and imperial power became. Yong Li knew that his youth was just a dream.

All vows and alliances cannot defeat the overwhelming power.

Nothing is as good as his sitting down on the throne.

Fifteen-year-old Yong Li and sixteen-year-old Shen Junzhao were buried on the battlefields of the six states on the border of Dayong.

The long narrative ends in cold tea without temperature.

Shen Junzhao and Yongli in the wing room fell into deep silence.

Especially Yong Li, he clenched his fists tightly and asked in a hoarse voice: "So, you are because we are brothers..."

Shen Junzhao's voice tensed to the extreme: "We will be punished by God when we are together."

Yongli couldn't even say a word.

In fact, Shen Junzhao is the one who has really reached its limit.

Three years, three full years.

Every day, every moment, or even every moment, is endless torture for him.

Missing, looking away, pushing away, or even losing completely.

Shen Junzhao did not have to harm himself anymore. He didn't need to bother himself, because his internal organs were always stuck by millions of needles.

Every needle is hardened by poison, and every needle is eroding bones and heart-wrenching.

There is no need for the pain on the skin. This bloodless needle is better than tens of millions of whips.

Yongli wanted to establish a queen to make Shen Junzhao completely unable to hold on.

He knew that Yong Li was unable to treat his son because of his brotherhood, he knew that he had never been moved by the beauty in the harem, and he knew that he was still thinking about his face.

Even though he knew that drinking poison to quench his thirst, Shen Junzhao was willing to drink it all in one go.

It only takes a while, and it won't take long to wait until he settles the six states and to defeat all these arrogant and domineering clans...

Yong Li can do anything.

The queen was appointed, the concubine was appointed, and the heir was born.

He can do whatever he likes, and he can do whatever he wants to hold hands with for the rest of his life.

He will never interfere again, nor will he interfere again.

Everything is explained clearly, sadly, it does not mean that it can be solved.

Yongli asked unwillingly: "Are we really brothers?"

Shen Junzhao: "It's getting late today. I... I will give all the files I have found in these years to Your Majesty."

Yongli's heart was cold and he knew that he would ask for it in vain, and he would have to read it in vain.

If there is a glimmer of hope, why should Shen Junzhao stay for these three years? With Shen Junzhao's ability, how could he not find out the truth?

The truth is that they are half-brothers.

As both men, Yongli is not afraid; there is a difference between the king and the minister, Shen Junzhao is not afraid.

Only the closest relatives in blood can pass through it?

Yongli is not afraid of going to hell, is not afraid of putting in a oil pan, or is not afraid of no next life, but what about Shen Junzhao?

How could he bear the infamous forever, how could he bear the infamy of all ages? How could he bear the infatuation of him forever?
To be continued...