Yong Li felt uncomfortable and cried very fiercely, as if he was about to vent all the tears, sorrow and pain that had been suppressed for three years - his part was also Shen Junzhao's.

Unfortunately, his body had long since allowed him to fluctuate violently. Under such great sorrow, Yongli's summer itchy problem occurred again.

It was obviously cool today, and ice was placed in the main hall of Chen Mansion. He was very comfortable before, but now he felt countless small insects running back and forth between the cracks of his bones, itchy... It was so itchy that people wanted to scratch their skin and dig out the insects hidden deep in their bones.

"Azhao..." Yongli grabbed his body through his clothes, and his nails made obscure sounds on the silk brocade, "I feel uncomfortable."

He was more afraid of this summer than winter.

If it hurts, it is nothing more than being next to one another. The itchy bones are so painful. Once you get sick, even if you have a child, you will always scratch your body. If your constitution is not good, the wound will not only be difficult to heal, but will also easily worsen and become suppurative.

So I had to apply medicine. Most of the medicines applied externally were hot and itchy.

Such a vicious cycle really made Yong Li hate this hot summer day.

I thought summer was about to pass and Yongli would not get sick again, but today his mood was so ups and downs that he cried so hard that his heart and lungs were moved. The internal energy that had been temporarily stuck in his body dissipated, and his bones itchy and surged out.

Yong Li was crying, but at this moment he was even more uncomfortable begging, and he was so heartbroken that he could hear Shen Junzhao.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Shen Junzhao held his hand, and a stream of cold surged into his body, alleviating his unbearable bone itching.

In just a moment, Yongli got much better, and his bone itch was easily suppressed by this powerful internal force.

Yong Li's body was exhausted and he was still leaning against Shen Junzhao's arms, his voice as thin as a gossip: "Did you have been transmitting internal strength to me over the years?"

He knew without asking that Shen Junzhao was too proficient in his technique, and the internal energy infusion technique was also very accurate. If he had not done it countless times, how could such an effect be achieved? To be honest, he could not hide his illness from the Imperial Hospital but Shen Junzhao.

Since Shen Junzhao has him in his heart, how could he bear to suffer day and night when he sees him? He must have been worried about it behind his back.

Thinking of this, Yongli felt a little sweet in his heart, but he was soon covered by helpless bitterness.

Shen Junzhao did not answer.

Yong Li's mouth bent: "This guy, how dare he hide it from me."

Shen Junzhao said softly: "Master Zinan's internal strength is not endless."

Yong Li replied: "Yes, it's a pity that I never thought about it."

Shen Junzhao paused, but still couldn't answer this.

In fact, both of them knew that they never thought about it, they just didn't dare to think about it.

Two people who were as powerful as water and fire, who had completely broken up, how could Yongli dare to think of Shen Junzhao and care about him? He was afraid that he would never dream of his most painful night. The one who held his hand and silently infused his internal strength was Shen Junzhao.

Yongli's illness was a knife stabbed in Shen Junzhao's heart, which always reminded him of his serious sin.

If he hadn't provoked him, if their brothers had been unfair, how could Yongli be tortured?

It was all because of him, and it was because of him. Yong Li never had a good life since the moment he accepted him.

——Assassinated, poisoned, personally strife, betrayed, and a life-threatening death...

Chen Zhengming was right. He was indeed a villain, and he was a huge mistake since he was born.

After suppressing the heat and poison in Yongli's body, Shen Junzhao quickly let go of his hand. Because Yongli was powerless, he still supported him, but it was not the kind of intimate embrace of lovers, but the kind of self-respectful support.

It is the closest act of a minister to treat the monarch.

That's all.

Yongli felt a little awkward, but he didn't reveal it: "I can't go back to the palace like this. Can I rest in Shen's mansion for a while?"

Shen Junzhao immediately said: "I helped you to the inner room."

Yongli nodded.

In fact, Yong Li couldn't walk. Once he became ill, even if he had been temporarily suppressed by internal forces, it would be difficult for him to use his weak hands and feet. He even couldn't use his internal forces in his body.

In most cases, if he wants to act normally, it will take at least one hour. Only when the heat and internal energy in his body are neutralized will he be considered to have been overcome.

Yongli couldn't walk, but he couldn't beg for more. He could only try his best to move his legs. He couldn't stand one step in three steps, and it was extremely difficult to walk.

"Azhao..."

"Um."

"Brothers, you can also hold a hug."

“…”

Yong Li's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his voice was soft: "I... really can't walk... well..."

Shen Junzhao picked him up by the waist. Yong Li didn't even have the strength to wrap his neck around him, so he could only lean on his shoulder weakly, pressing the stinging pain that surged from his heart.

Being so close, he could smell the clear breath on his body, the sound of his cold slapping heartbeat, but he could not say anything.

It is a sin to speak.

Unwashable sin.

Shen Junzhao carried him to his bed.

Yongli had some strength and said, "I have never seen your bedroom."

Shen Junzhao paused: "It's very simple."

Yong Li actually replied: "It's indeed too simple."

Shen Junzhao: “…”

Yongli looked at this extremely spacious but almost undisguised inner room, and felt very uncomfortable.

The Shen family's house is a century-old ancestral home, and the layout is extremely particular. The main hall and main bedroom are Feng Shui everywhere, everything is mysterious, and the decoration of every vase is ingenious.

But at this time there was nothing in the inner room, except for a quaint hard bed and an ice basin in the corner, there were no calligraphy and paintings on the walls.

The empty sleeping house is like the fasting house of an ascetic monk.

It can be seen from this room that Shen Junzhao has lived over the years.

He refused to let him go, and the great mental pain did not allow him to have any pleasure in his life.

Yong Li stinged his heart and said jokingly: "Let me go back and open the inner warehouse and pick some good things for you."

Shen Junzhao frowned slightly: "No need."

Every time Yong Li mentioned the word "Brother", his heart suffocated a little, but he had to mention it. He had to say that both of them were adapted: "Yong Zhu, that fat man, almost empty my inner treasury, don't be polite."

Yong Zhu is his cousin and Shen Junzhao is his brother, so he shouldn't be polite.

Shen Junzhao lowered his eyes, but he couldn't talk and laugh like Yongli.

Yong Li knew his nature, and he hid and endured everything, as if he had avoided this matter, it would not exist.

How could it be?

Escape will only cause the problem to rise wildly and to an unsolvable situation.

It’s just that Yongli didn’t know, but he wouldn’t let it go if he knew: “Tell me, who is our brother and who is our brother?”

He always thought he was one year younger than Shen Junzhao, but now it seems that he is not.

Shen Junzhao: "Your Majesty is one year old."

Yongli had a smile in his eyes: "So I am my brother?"

Shen Junzhao: “…”

Yongli looked at him and said, "No wonder when I first met you, I thought you were younger than me."

Shen Junzhao didn't want to recall their first encounter. Thinking about the past and going back to this moment, there was only a heart-wrenching pain.

Yong Li sighed lightly: "Now you are half a head taller than me."

Shen Junzhao immediately said: "When your Majesty is well prepared, you can still..."

Yong Li waved his hand: "It has nothing to do with the body, my height is as high as my father."

After saying that, Yong Li's thoughts moved slightly and looked at him: "To put it, you are born in a very different way than your father."

Shen Junzhao said a very disrespectful sentence: "Your Majesty is not like you either."

Yongli smiled dryly and said, "Yes, I am like my mother."

Shen Junzhao didn't say anything, but there was no doubt that he was like his mother.

From this point of view, the late emperor had two sons, but none of them looked like him.

The late emperor was born with a strong and strong body, and his facial features were not outstanding, but his whole body was full of courage. The most impressive thing was his black eyes, which attracted the stars when he smiled, and embraced the sun and the moon when he was angry, making people unable to look directly.

Yong Li's eyes are somewhat similar, but unfortunately his facial features are too delicate. Although he has lost his beauty when he was young, he is still too beautiful. He looks so beautiful that people forget his emperor supreme and only remember his brilliance as bright as the sun.

As for Shen Junzhao...

I don’t know whether it was Yong Li’s inner resistance or Shen Junzhao’s mother’s strong bloodline, but he always felt that he was not like the late emperor at all, not even a trace of it.

Shen Junzhao was beautiful when he was young, but now he was handsome and unparalleled. His deep internal skills have accumulated a slightly gloomy temperament. He has a tall body and can easily control the straight crane court uniform. If you insist on telling the similarity between the father and son, it is that he is full of temperament and makes people unable to look directly.

But isn’t this all acquired development?

Aren’t those who are in high positions and hold heavy power?

Yongli knew that he was unwilling to give up and always tried to find an opportunity to prove that he and Shen Junzhao were not brothers.
To be continued...