Those who have ambition will succeed.

Yong Li said a lot of good things, so sweet that people can pinch their honey, which is what they want.

After that, he regretted it sore, his mouth was hoarse, his throat was hoarse, and his tears were dry.

Shen Junzhao felt very distressed: "It's not good for me."

Yongli was so angry that he said: "You are one year younger than me, why should you..."

Even though the iceberg was as steady as the face of the sun, his ears were so hot that they were so dry that they were: "Your Majesty!"

Yongli couldn't stop his mouth hurting: "I won't let anyone say it? It's okay if you are older than me, it's even more special... Shen Junzhao, you are not a human!"

Shen Junzhao took a light breath and pressed him into his arms.

Yongli rushed up and bit his Adam's apple: "Bastard."

Shen Junzhao closed his eyes: "Never again..."

Yongli interrupted him: "Why, I think I don't know how to do it, and I want to go find someone else?"

Shen Junzhao: “…”

Yong Li became popular: "Chen Zhaojun, you dare...well..."

This time, Emperor Yuan Yao was so tired that he didn't want to move. He put his arm on Shen Junzhao and said, "Who can make mistakes? I understand?"

Shen Junzhao patted his back gently and coaxed him rhythmically.

Yongli had a fight with his eyelids and rubbed against his neck: "When you come back, I want... to practice and make perfect..."

Shen Junzhao was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his eyes and looked at Yong Li's quiet sleeping face.

He looked straight for the whole night without blinking, motionless.

The last one.

He is his.

On the day of the expedition.

At the front of the Midtown Gate, thousands of Da Yong soldiers stood outside the city, with a majestic momentum and awe-inspiring power.

Yong Li walked up to the majestic city wall with his clothes in his understanding. With a wave of his wide sleeves, he shouted long live the city down the mountain.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the man in a dark-clothed uniform, his heart was full of pride and reluctance: his Azhao should lead thousands of troops, create great achievements, and leave his name forever; his Azhao is even more fleshy in his heart. Even if a strand of hair falls off or even if he tries a little flesh, he will feel distressed.

I couldn't bear to bear it, but I had to send him away.

People are still here, but my longing is already in my bones.

Under the city wall, Shen Junzhao turned over and dismounted, stood beside him with a long sword, and the scarlet cloak was swept up by the wind. The young general knelt on one knee, his voice clear but seemed to be able to penetrate the sky: "I will definitely not be humiliated."

Yong Li had already said a thousand words, and he only looked at him from afar, repeating his heart: "I'm waiting for you."

Wait for you to return in triumph and wait for you to live up to this life.

The moment the army set off, and the moment Shen Junzhao left, Yongli almost couldn't help but shout.

Don't leave, don't go anywhere!

"Your Majesty!" Wu Honglang's voice recalled Yong Li's thoughts.

Yong Li looked up and saw this thin boy, and was full of irritability: "I am tired, let's get here today."

Wu Honglang was very anxious. His days were so worried that he could not stop the emperor from not rushing: "The front line has received many good news. Shen Junzhao took the three counties up to the Li County, turned his head and headed straight for Dahe County... The generals from all over the country rushed one by one at 800 miles, afraid that..."

Yongli pressed his eyebrows and said, "I know what I know."

Wu Honglang wanted to say something else, but Yong Li was too lazy to listen, so he stood up and said, "Zhao Quan, send it to Lord Wu."

Wu Honglang had no choice but to take his leave first.

These days are fast and fast, and they are really slow.

It has been three months since Shen Junzhao went on the battle. The scorching heat has passed and the cold autumn has arrived. Yong Li has been restless these days, thinking that winter may be approaching, and he will most likely be in danger of cold poison on his body.

Every spring and autumn, Yongli did not get sick much. This time he was probably much closer to Shen Junzhao, his health improved, and he had no major reaction even after entering winter.

But it's soon.

He will definitely get sick if he can't wait until Shen Junzhao comes back.

Yongli sighed and went back to Changxin Palace to write a letter with a pen.

He wrote one letter a day, or even two letters a day. Even if he couldn't deliver it to Shen Junzhao in time, Yongli had to write two pieces of paper every day, just like he was writing every day.

Only then was his heart the most peaceful, as if Shen Junzhao was by his side, listening quietly to his nagging trivial matters.

Anyway, his Zhaojun doesn’t like to talk at all, and he talks a lot on weekdays, so he is not alone in writing a letter like this.

Not lonely?

After writing the letter, his heart felt empty again. Yongli read the memorial for a while, but because he couldn't calm down, he simply read Shen Junzhao's reply.

He wrote one letter a day, and Shen Junzhao also wrote one letter a letter a day back to him.

No matter how tight the war is, Mr. Shen Junzhao can take some time to write a sentence or two. No matter how many, there will always be a date and signature so that Yongli will not wait too long.

One letter, one letter...

The pile is so high, but the person has not come back yet.

From the day Shen Junzhao left, Yongli never regretted it again.

Why did you agree to him, why did you let him go to war, and why did you have to be separated for so long?

I finally untied my heart and finally couldn't stand the big deal of the world together, why are I thousands of miles apart?

In fact, everything went smoothly in the past three months, and Shen Junzhao's good news came over.

Liang Ming cooperated well, and it seemed that the battle was just a gesture, and neither side suffered any losses. Shen Junzhao pretended to be in the wilderness of the six prefectures, turned his head to stare at the three border counties, and caught Fu Anyi off guard.

Du Jingxiu was already in poor health, and this time he followed Liang Ming to the border and reached his limit.

Shen Junzhao was straightforward and joined forces with Zinan to assassinate him, and even cut off Du Jingxiu's head and cut off the last thoughts of the remnants of the previous dynasty.

Fu Anyi reacted quickly, abandoned Du Jingxiu and fled immediately. With the help of his troops, he robbed three counties in a row.

Shen Junzhao took advantage of the victory and captured not only Fu Anyi, but also the local tyrants who have been doing great things over the years!

Everything is fine. They all planned before going to war. When Shen Junzhao killed Fu Anyi and completely recovered the border counties, it was time to return triumphantly.

Calculate the days, only more than a month.

By then, Shen Junzhao is back and Sister Yue should wake up.

His nightmare was gone, and only happiness was left.

What's there to worry about?

There is nothing to panic.

Thinking of this, Yong Li's left eyelid twitched again, and he couldn't help but feel frightened.

Zhao Quan came to remind him to sleep, Yongli stood up and rubbed his eyebrows: "I understand."

After saying that, he didn't go to bed, but went around to the secret room and looked at Yan Junyue who was more and more like sleeping.

The girl fell asleep, as if she could open her eyes at any time.

Yong Li, who became a doctor after a long illness, also had a little bit of pulse. Every time he tried, he felt that she would wake up soon.

But she was never awake, just like Mr. Shen Junzhao didn’t come back.

Yongli sighed lightly, and his eyes swept to the dark black box in the corner.

This is all about Shen Junzhao's life experience. Yong Li should have burned them a lot, but for some reason it has been left until now.

The Yong Palace has strict security and the secret rooms are even more secure. Of course, Yongli is not afraid of being seen.

He flipped it around casually, and the content had been memorized in his heart for a long time, but he couldn't help but look at it over and over again.

What are you looking forward to?

Maybe I still hope that I and Shen Junzhao are not half-brothers.

But so many old people say it exactly, how could it be that?

Shen Junzhao's Holy Mother is a beauty of the Yan tribe, a crazy-sexual member of the Yan tribe.

No wonder Chen Zhengming hated her to the core, and her behavior was indeed hated.

The fate of the Yan tribe is bumpy. There are Yan Junyue and her mother who want to live strong, independent and well, and there are also three thousand beauties in the harem who are trained to live without dignity and human nature. The most terrifying thing is Yan Ling, who escapes death from death.
Chapter completed!