Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Saibei has not seen sunny days in the past month.

It is usually cold here, not to mention the unusual weather this year, and the permafrost is about to sink to the ground. In some of the deepest places, if the snow above them is left unattended, a foot can go beyond the bend of the knee.

On the road from the military camp to Hanmenguan, soldiers are sent to clean it every day.

After the army was overwhelmed, the snow was also trampled into ice for people to walk on.

After Zong Luo came out of the barracks, he rode Zhao Yebai directly, and ran to the barren mountains and mountains with all his heart.

Going inside the pass is the Hanmen Pass, behind which is the boundary of the Yu Kingdom. Going out of the gate, it is an open plain, and there is still snow on the plain.

However, on both sides of this pass, there are only endless mountains of snow, and the cliffs that are so steep that they are almost at a right angle are covered with thick ice.

Zhao Yebai seemed to be able to sense the master's intentions, and with full horsepower, like an afterimage, it swept across the vast snow field, almost blending with the background.

In fact, if someone saw this scene, if they didn't pay attention, it would be easy to ignore the fact that there were still people on the snowfield.

"Whoohoo-"

I don't know when, the previously gloomy sky blew a cold wind again.

A burst, a knife, a piece. The faster you shave, the faster you shave, the tip of the needle pierces the face, and the tail of the hair that hangs on the back of the head is lifted.

After so many days of confusion since that night, it suddenly broke when I saw the ugly eagle circling in the sky, as if a basin of cold water was poured down on the head, dragging people out of the chaotic state.

Make people have to face those things that they don't want to face head-on.

Pain, struggle, struggle, agony...the last thing.

Zongluo had guessed countless times why Emperor Yuan would put him under house arrest in the capital after the Wu sacrifice ceremony. Why did he kneel in front of the palace all day and night, Emperor Yuan didn't want to see him, but sent an edict to the border. And why, when he returned with the soldiers, he received the decree of death.

Because that decree of giving death is true.

Because he is not the biological son of Emperor Yuan at all.

Ridiculous? Is it funny?

Yes, although the original text was developed from the perspective of Yu Beizhou, it never wrote why Yu Beizhou wanted to slaughter the entire family of Yu, nor did he say why he had to kill the third prince.

When Zong Luo was reading the book, he was able to drink a cup of no talent until it was serialized to more than forty chapters, and the story progressed to the point where the protagonist recruited troops in the imperial city, was trapped in the Shura field, and the comment area was in a stock-buying war.

Since the protagonists of the original text did not show any intention to restore their identity, the comment area would naturally not know about it. It can only be said that the author has buried the foreshadowing too deeply and has not been able to write about the revealing past.

Only people who wear books will know from the beginning that the protagonist who can drink a cup of nothing is a madman, so he preconceived that it is normal for a madman to do these things, and has never thought carefully about why.

And hatred. Yu Beizhou kept saying that he hated him. The hatred was like rootless duckweed, hated to the bone, but it couldn't take root, it couldn't stand, and it was inexplicable.

If it is said that the grievances and grievances of the old enemies for many years are true, but it is not enough to sew the body up after death, and exhaust all the exchanges to continue into this life.

Furthermore, it is the Yu family.

Mistress of the Yu family, the head of the Yu family, for no reason, is too good for a stranger.

When Zong Luo passed by, the third prince had just passed his seventh birthday. He was thinking about the plot in his heart, for fear that he would be killed by the protagonist like the original, so he chose to say he was sick at home.

During this period, the mistress of the Yu family and the head of the family came to visit him almost every day, and even invited an imperial doctor from the Weiguo Palace to see him.

At that time, Zongluo had only just put on a book and had never experienced the warmth of a family.

Although it was only a short month, he had a very good impression of the Yu family. Later, he was so disappointed when he learned that Yu Beizhou had destroyed the Yu family like the original.

Piece by piece, piece by piece...

It's not that Zong Luo didn't have any doubts, he just didn't think about it.

After all, he was too arrogant.

After passing through the book, relying on the original text, always from the perspective of God, is high above.

Facing the cold wind, Zong Luo calmly forced himself to find a reason in himself, as if this would erase the pain, the despair and the truth, and he didn't have to think deeply about what he had been pursuing in his two lifetimes after transcending the book. Is it worth dying.

He would rather use a dull knife to stir his flesh and blood, little by little, sinking to the point of blurring.

But that didn't mean he was willing to see Yu Beizhou.

In the icy cold air, Zong Luo heard the voice behind him.

The same hurried horses' hooves stepped on the snow.

It sounded nicely, as usual, with a somewhat arrogant voice, echoing on the empty snowfield: "Do you want to see me like this, senior brother?"

If possible, Zong Luo would never want to hear this voice again in his life. I don't even want to have any intersection or entanglement with the owner of this voice.

Right and wrong have long been indistinguishable, and you can never be rational in the face of emotion, even if you know that you are angering yourself.

He pulled back suddenly.

Zhao Yebai let out a soft cry and stopped obediently.

One person and one horse are silent on the snow field.

I don't know when, the snow field began to snow again.

The cold wind lifted the pure white hair tail and temples of the white prince, and the snowflakes that fell rustled adorned the slender and curled eyelashes, like a layer of delicious icing. With his full-length platinum gown, not only is he more fragile, but there is no sadness or joy.

Yu Beizhou suddenly stepped on the stirrup.

Lima raised its hooves high and stopped at a short distance.

He fixedly looked at the long frosted hair, his eyes and chest were dry and twisted.

The pain was too far away from him. When the body replaces the pain with pleasure, the pure pain is no longer tasted, so that when it is felt, it is only regarded as honey.

"Yu Beizhou." Zong Luo said.

His voice was calm, at least on the surface.

Zongluo knew from the beginning that this confrontation was inevitable.

He once thought that when he saw Yu Beizhou again, he would try his best to explain to him that the third prince was not him. He is just a wandering soul from another world, and he penetrated into the body of the third prince just after his seventh birthday. The cause and effect of everything is not written in the book, and there is no way to know the buried past.

Wearing books is the biggest secret in his two lifetimes, and he has never revealed the slightest bit to anyone. If you don't say it, you should at least explain that you don't know the Yu family's plan at all.

but.

After this moment was really reached, Zong Luo realized that he had no desire to speak.

He just felt tired, deeply tired.

The numbness from the bottom of my heart spread to my limbs, and I didn't even bother to lift a little finger.

"Yu Beizhou, what belongs to you, I will return it to you after returning to the imperial city this time."

Zongluo did not covet the title of the third prince of Dayuan.

Even behind this identity is the glory that he has struggled for for two lifetimes, and all the struggles after wearing the book. But in the final analysis, he would never do such a thing as dove occupying a magpie's nest, whether it was subjective or not.

Not bring it in life, not bring it in death, not to mention that he is just a lonely ghost?

No worries, nothing to ask for.

"I will show the father and the emperor and declare your identity to the whole world. You don't have to be afraid that I will snatch your things or glory again. I will hide in the mountains and forests, and I will not step out of the mountains until I die."

The voice of the prince in white was too calm, so calm and rational that it seemed like he was telling another person's story: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.

Yu Beizhou's eternal smile finally faded away.

For a moment, he thought that the opposite of him was an exiled immortal who looked down on the world, was tired of the world, and was about to ascend to the sky.

It would be good to pull him off the high clouds and fall into a filthy quagmire, with the same bruises and wounds as him, but it would push him even higher.

Yu Beizhou hated this feeling.

There was obviously disgust, anger, and clear things that belonged to him. But now that face is empty, so far away that it makes people panic.

Never see each other again?

What an exiled immortal to get rid of the muddy life and never see each other again!

The red-clothed and white-furred general suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter echoed across the snowfield, stirring up flying flowers, and the silent mountains seemed to see his unhappiness from the laughter, rolling down the rustling white snow.

"Senior brother, can you really not care?"

Yu Beizhou's words were like sharp knives, stabbing through his dull and aching heart, causing the two of them to become bloody blurred: "Don't you hate me, don't you hate me for killing your biological parents?"

There are many things that Zongluo will never know if he doesn't say it.

For example, Zong Luo is not the blood of the Yu family. Yu Beizhou had a way to trick Zong Luo into hating him.

"Although the Yu family is not a good thing, when the mistress and the head of the family died, they were still thinking of you. If it is really muddy, there is also true love."

His tone was sarcastic: "There is also Emperor Yuan. Your good father, the emperor, values ​​you so much, and regards you as his successor. After knowing about the ritual of the witch sacrifice in your previous life, your life will be 30 years old. You can really do it. To tell him the truth without any grudges?"

These are the pasts that only Yu Beizhou knows about.

He had long forgotten the surprises he didn't want to talk about in his life, and bloodily threw one question after another.

Fate is as unpredictable as a mirror, but it is entangled in their bodies, but they are inseparable.

"Senior brother, you are always so splendid and beautiful, and the moon is beautiful. I hate you the most."

Yu Beizhou covered his face with one hand, and the smile on half of his face rose high: "You don't want to have anything to do with me, but we will never, ever, be able to owe each other nothing."

How can he keep him?

With pain, with hatred, with nine years of loneliness day after day?

No one has taught Yu Beizhou how to keep the crescent moon on the horizon. He can only use the pain, hatred, and loneliness he has tasted to stab himself and others again and again, and hold on to the bruises all over his body.

Because this is the strongest emotion he has ever had.

"I can do everything you say."

The expression of the prince in white was as silent as stagnant water.

Only by clenching the reins tightly, his hands with white knuckles can reveal the restlessness in his heart at the moment: "Yu Beizhou, I will give you everything you have."

The falling snow fell from the clouds and melted into water at the end of the eyelashes, like a falling tear.

His expression was neither sad nor happy, and finally raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Beizhou.

This glance is the sharpest weapon in the world, the sharpest arrow. Let people die in place.

He said, Yu Beizhou, let me go.