My harem is on fire

It's hard to see, the young Shaofu who got the letter had the same light as Yongli in his eyes.

One is the flame of life that is still burning in the raging fire, and the other is the flame of life that is wrapped in the cold night and damp but is too stubborn to be extinguished.

It's hard to tell which one is stronger, because the source is the same.

--each other.

They are each other's beliefs.

Zi Nan lowered his eyes, suppressing the emotions in his heart.

Yongli's life has always been beyond his reach, and now they are standing on the opposite bank, never intersecting.

Fortunately, I can still see it.

That's fine too.

Shen Junzhao clenched the cloth tightly, raised his eyes and stared at Zinan: "Master, where is he?" His voice was clear, but his tone was tense, and the politeness he tried to maintain was like a tight rope that would break at any moment.

Could it be that the son said, "It's still in the territory of the six states."

Shen Junzhao raised his throat: "Please lead the way, I will find him!"

Zi Nan clasped his hands together: "No..."

How could Shen Junzhao listen to it?

This flower born out of despair, he is afraid that it will wither, afraid that it will wither, afraid that it will be fleeting, and afraid that it will be nothing but a floating dream... At this time, Shen Junzhao just wants to go to him quickly and watch He protected him and watched him, never wanting to lose him.

Although Yongli didn't have time to write a long letter, he had a lot of words to tell Zinan, and Zinan relayed them to Shen Junzhao one by one.

Shen Junzhao was restless and couldn't listen at all, until Zinan's words stabbed him awake: "Our future is in Shoujing. When I really triumph, I will remove all obstacles. In this life, I can only stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the world."

The affectionate and righteous words were like a basin of cold water being poured on the head, which made Shen Junzhao wake up suddenly.

shoulder to shoulder with the world.

This life with you...

Where is this life?

They may not even have an afterlife.

Blood relatives, brothers, this is more than risking the world's disgrace?

This is the sin of having to suffer the spittle of the ages and not get good results for life after life.

Those wishes that were made in the most painful and desperate times came to Shen Junzhao's mind one by one: as long as Yongli is alive, he will stop greedy and wanting; as long as Yongli is alive, he will be his blood relatives; Standing in the Golden Luan Hall, help him embrace thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and enjoy the incense forever.

Yongli is alive.

His wish was accepted by heaven, and he should keep his promise.

Shen Junzhao lowered his eyes, trying to restrain his impulse: "In that case, I will stay in Beijing, and please take care of your majesty."

Zinan didn't intend to talk about his past with Yongli's mortal world, he just said: "Young master, don't worry..."

Shen Junzhao bowed deeply to Zinan, his silent gesture full of sincere requests.

—Take care of him and bring him back.

It is clearly helpless and helpless, but it also has strong confidence because of its sincerity.

Zinan recited the dharma name and accepted his gift.

Shen Junzhao did not look for Yongli, he calmed down and focused all his attention on the Dayong Dynasty.

Shen Zhengming is useless, and the big family is ambitious.

He wants to eradicate all the traitors that the imperial driver personally conscripted this time!

What Shen Zhengming can't do, he can.

Unable to respond to Yongli's feelings, he can only turn into a sharp sword to wipe out everything for him and return him to peace and prosperity!

Shen Junzhao put Shen Zhengming under house arrest and went to court completely.

Yongli also encountered many obstacles at the border.

Perhaps the small village where he was placed should not be called a village.

Most of the six prefectures are nomadic. Nomadic people are not like the farming Dayong. They have no fixed food production and no fixed place to live.

This place is gathered into a small village because it is closer to Dayong. Although the battles are precarious, it is better than going deep into the six states to starve to death.

If it's just such a small village, then Yongli only needs to take care of his health and plan how to return to Beijing when his son is hard to come back.

However, this village is not easy...

The barbarians of the six states who were defeated by Dayong's army were not reconciled. There was no discipline in the gathering of various ethnic groups. Discord in a few words was a life-and-death duel.

After losing the battle this time, they blamed each other, always feeling that it was the other's fault that they couldn't survive this winter, and it was all due to the other's incompetence.

In the face of life and death, there are always those who are bold and cruel.

The leader of the Torch Clan is a crazy lunatic. His subordinates suffered heavy casualties, not to mention that so many laborers died in battle. What should we do with the old, weak, sick and disabled in the rear?

There are many strange things in the six prefectures of Piansheng. The leader of the Torch Clan has been exposed to witchcraft, but he gave up because the price was too high, but the secret method has been kept.

In order to recover the loss, the leader of the Ju clan did not hesitate to pay any price.

At that time, all ethnic groups in the six prefectures suffered heavy losses, not to mention robbing, even themselves were beaten up by Dayong soldiers.Going back like this, face is a small matter, but how to survive the winter is a big matter.

The leader of the Ju clan said cruelly: "Sacrificing a mere village can blow up Dayong's 30 soldiers, no matter what counts, we are not at a loss!"

Someone echoed: "Indeed! We have suffered heavy casualties, how can we let them be so complacent!"

"If we can really blow up those 30 strong soldiers, wouldn't Bianjun City be in our pocket?"

"It's not just the border town, the whole Dayong is ours!"

The attraction of Dayong to the barbarians in the six states is unimaginable to the people in the Central Plains.

The rich soil, the innumerable food and grass, the water source that can be used as you want, not to mention the bustling mansions that make people dizzy...

Even a house owned by a wealthy family in Dayong is enough to make the prince of Liuzhou more than excited.

Occupy the entire Dayong?

Even wishful thinking is crazy enough.

"How exactly should we proceed?"

The leader of the Ju Clan showed a sinister face: "Di Liao Village doesn't listen to the control of other tribes, so why don't we turn them into human cannons..."

"Why human cannon?"

This is the insane witchcraft, and Di Liao Village is the small village where Yongli hides and recuperates.

When the barbarians from the six states broke in to arrest people, Yongli found it difficult to move his fingers, not to mention getting out of bed.

Yong Li gritted his teeth and coaxed him: "Hide under the bed, grab the bed board, and don't make any noise."

The little boy burst into tears: "Brother, what do you do?"

Yongli smiled encouragingly: "I am a dying person, they can't do anything to me."

The little boy shook his head frantically: "No... Master Zinan is kind to me, I can't..."

Yongli's voice sank: "If you die, how will you repay your kindness?"

How can the little boy speak of him: "But..."

Yongli said: "Listen to me, hide first, if they don't take me away, you come out to take care of me; if they only take you away, why don't I just lie down and wait to die?"

The little boy was coaxed by him. Although he felt that something was wrong, he couldn't argue.

Yongli's mouth can even coax a dead person to breathe, so how can he not be able to hold such a half-grown child: "Even if I was really carried away by them, you can still inform Zinan if you stay, master Zinan's magical skills Well, are you afraid that he won't be able to save me?"

These words are really good, the little boy believes in Zhong Zi Nan so much that he almost regards him as a god.The child finally hid under the bed, clawing at the bed board tightly, not daring to make any sound when his nails were cracked.

Fortunately, the barbarians who came to search were not careful, they immediately turned their eyes straight when they saw Yongli.

The barbaric language is difficult to understand, and Yongli doesn't quite understand what they are talking about, but he can understand people's eyes.

That's right... I have a pretty good face.

Yongli was thinking about the child under the bed, fearing that he would not be able to last too long, so he turned his head slightly and smiled at the barbarians.