This was not a kiss that I could only taste. When the two separated, Yong Li's eyes turned red and his lips were as bright as red plums on the snow.

"Azhao..." His voice trembled, like a child who did something wrong, looking pitiful.

Shen Junzhao looked at him without blinking: "Isn't it possible?"

Yong Li's heart was pounding, his face flushed: "Yes!" After saying that, he grabbed Shen Junzhao's hand, as if he was afraid that he would regret it. He tied his fingers with him, tightly, his voice still trembling, but because of excitement: "Yes, you can do whatever you want!"

Shen Junzhao smiled, his eyelids drooped, blocking the heartache in his black eyes. He also entangled his fingers, like countless days and nights in his childhood, wishing he could hide him in his flesh and blood.

"His Majesty."

"Um?"

"Are you afraid?" You are afraid of worldly vision, fear of sin of betrayal, and fear of being punished after death without a future life.

Yongli smiled with his eyes bent, smiling as bright as the stars: "Don't be afraid!"

Shen Junzhao looked at him steadily, Yong Li felt very happy. The three years of pain were wiped out, and the haze after learning about his identity was completely gone. All that was left was the person in front of him. The person in front of him was still full of his eyes.

Yong Li suddenly stood up. Because the position between the desk and the seat was narrow, Shen Junzhao was pushed to the edge of the desk. He also noticed the height difference between the two. Emperor Yuan Yao waved his hand and rolled all the rice paper memorials to the ground, freeing up his seat to press Shen Junzhao down.

One by one, one standing, Yong Li had to look up at him: "This book case is too high!"

Shen Junzhao held his left hand on the table, lowered his head slightly, and looked at him with a smile.

Yong Li tsk and raised his head to touch the tip of his nose.

Shen Junzhao held his waist.

Yong Li understood what a demonic face is to suffer a disaster.

Give him a Shen Zhaojun, he is also a great fool!

Later, Shen Junzhao carried him to sit on the desk. As for other things on the desk - His Majesty's favorite glass pen holder, the precious jade inkstone of the previous dynasty, and the wolf-haired pen worth a thousand gold...

It doesn't matter, the glass cup is broken all over the ground, and it cannot stop Emperor Yuan Yao's good mood.

"So what if we are brothers?" Yong Li whispered, "No one knows."

Shen Junzhao: "Yes."

They both ignored Shen Zhengming at the same time.

Yongli said again: "Wait a hundred years later, we will apologize to our father together."

Shen Junzhao paused: "It's me..."

Yongli: "It's not your fault, it's me who likes you first."

Shen Junzhao shook his head.

Yongli: "Really, when I saw you at first sight, I thought that if you were a girl, I would definitely marry you."

Shen Junzhao looked at him with a smile: "Your Majesty thinks this is your favorite?"

Yong Li was a little guilty: "Of course, love at first sight!"

Shen Junzhao didn't expose him, but said, "Your Majesty remember... Did you not sleep with you no matter what I said that year?"

Yong Li was stunned.

Shen Junzhao said softly about the year.

How could Yongli forget? But he was surprised: "You were only thirteen that year, oh no, it was twelve!"

Shen Junzhao: "Yes."

Yongli said in surprise: "You..."

Shen Junzhao: "At that time, I wanted Your Majesty."

Yongli: "!"

The two of them squeezed on the messy desk, their clothes were entangled together, and their bodies were extremely close. No matter how cool the Changxin Palace was, they were all hot as soon as they said this. Yongli was indeed not as good as Shen Junzhao. He didn't understand something about love until he went to war.

Shen Junzhao didn't say anything again. Yong Li's face was enthusiastic and holding his hand slightly twitched: "Ah Zhao... I may be sick again, um..."

It seemed as if auspiciousness came from heaven, Yongli never expected that he would have such a comfortable day.

He didn't know if the sick criminal was not involved. If Shen Junzhao kissed him like this, he would be about to have a heart attack!

I couldn't get up for asking for anything for three years, but now I'm within reach. Yongli always feels unreal.

Shen Junzhao let him go: "Are you better?"

Yongli: "..."

Shen Junzhao actually asked him in a low voice: "Do you still want it?"

Yongli's voice trembled: "I'll have to..." If you have a heart attack, you'll have a heart attack. It's not a bad idea to die at this moment.

But Shen Junzhao stopped kissing him: "It seems useless to look at it like this. I'll just transmit internal energy in the future."

Yong Li opened his eyes wide: "Hey..." It's over, he's too greedy!

Yong Li hurriedly explained: "It works, it works especially!" He emphasized again: "It works more than transmitting internal force!"

Shen Junzhao glanced at him: "Why does Your Majesty still want it?"

Yong Li shook his head and shook it like a rattle: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Shen Junzhao: "Oh, it turns out that Your Majesty was lying just now."

Yongli: "..."

Shen Junzhao slowed down his tone, and his serious words were full of jokes: "Lying requires punishment."

Where could Yongli resist it? His whole body was full of obedience. He looked at Shen Junzhao with a gaze: "Punishment, punishment?"

Shen Junzhao: "Yes."

Yong Li felt his throat dry: "What punishment...well..."

Before he could finish his words, Shen Junzhao approached him and bit his soft and slightly raised lips. He bit his bite very lightly, and it didn't hurt at all. Instead, it brought a numbness that was stronger than a little more. Yongli's head was blank and his waist was so soft that he couldn't sit still.

"Does Your Majesty still want to lie?"

"want……"

"Um?"

"don't want……"

"Don't you?"

"want!"

"Your Majesty is lying again."

"Azhao...Woo...I can't stand it."

Just kissing, Emperor Yuan Yao, who had already reached the crown, was dirty in his imperial uniform.

When he took a shower and changed his clothes, Yongli was very upset when he came out again: "I have suffered a lot in the past three years!"

Shen Junzhao paused his hand that was rubbing his hair.

Yong Li leaned halfway on his lap, and the more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt: "Three years, three years!"

Shen Junzhao continued to wipe his long hair and said warmly: "Without these three years, I will not dare to approach Your Majesty again."

Yongli's heart was stagnant.

Shen Junzhao looked at his soft and soft hair, his thin shoulders, and the butterfly collarbone that was faintly visible on his collar, and continued: "Three years... I can only endure these three years."

Yongli's eyes turned red: "You should have told me earlier."

I can't imagine what kind of days Shen Junzhao had in the past three years. Although he was in pain, he always had hope and always felt that Junzhao still had him in his heart when power was sinking. What about Shen Junzhao? It was all helpless: Yong Li still loved him, he was in pain; Yong Li fell in love with others, he was even more painful.

If you can't get it, you can't push it away; if you can't hold it, you can't let it go.

There is a torment in the contradiction.

Yongli didn't care that his hair was completely wet, blocked Shen Junzhao's waist and buried it in his arms: "No matter what, I will be able to separate you and me from now on."

Shen Junzhao's fingertips trembled, and his response was very low: "Yeah."

Yongli looked up at him again: "We will all be together in this life."

"good."

"I will take you with you for a hundred years." I will live differently, but die together.

Shen Junzhao showed a true smile on his face: "The honor of the minister."

But Yongli is more than that: "After death, we will go to hell together."

Shen Junzhao was stunned.

Yongli stared at him: "I won't ask for the next life anymore."

Shen Junzhao's chest seemed to be run over by a chariot, and even his breathing was full of blood, and he couldn't even say a word.

The sin of defiance of virtue is heinous.
To be continued...