Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The wind on the snowfield was very cold, so cold that it pierced through my heart.

A long, long time ago, in the always cold Yu family, Xiaoyu Beizhou's favorite thing to do all day long was to shut himself in a dark study, light an oil lamp that was very precious to the son-in-law, and hold a scroll. I don't know which bookshelf I found, and I slowly flip through it.

A lamp full of oil stains was placed beside his feet, and the faintly lit fire swayed in the dimly lit room, on and off.

Whether it is an obscure and incomprehensible classic, a travelogue with a lighthearted and humorous sentence, a documentary recording local customs, a collection of classics and history... The young Yu Beizhou will always read it with great interest.

Even if the king of Beining leads the iron cavalry to attack other countries, the first thing he ordered was not to capture the precious treasures of the imperial capital, but to have the Tianji military vehicle loaded with documents and papers and transport them to Dayuan. .

For no reason, Yu Beizhou suddenly remembered this scene.

He remembered very clearly that he had read an unknown documentary, which recorded a direwolf that lived only in the snowy wilderness.

Every wolf pack has a head wolf. They are dominated by the alpha wolf and recognize the alpha wolf as the king. The alpha wolf is the core of the wolf pack. Whether it is attacking, hunting, or recuperating and defending, it needs the command of the alpha wolf.

The head wolf of the direwolf is even stronger than Kong Wu, proud and awe-inspiring. The ice field has always been short of supplies, which means that the competition is fierce. It is not easy for the wolves to survive. This requires the alpha wolf to have a very high ability to lead the group well.

Direwolf alpha wolves predict their own demise, they die without warning.

Maybe he was running majestically a moment ago, and the next second he slowly closed his eyes and breathed under the gaze of the pack of wolves, straightening the wolf's spine until he died.

Death is proud.

Life does not bring it, and death does not bring it, quietly transformed into an admirable ice sculpture.

Even death is silent.

Just like now.

The prince in white looked over with a fluttering look.

Compared with those fierce and disgusting eyes in the past, this raised eyes are as pale as paper, like catkins and cotton, without the slightest strength.

But Yu Beizhou was set in place.

Because he saw that the light in those eyes was dimmed and extinguished, and it was empty, without anyone's figure.

He wanted to open his mouth and continue to tell the lies that he thought were full of maliciousness, like a poisonous snake spitting out a scarlet snake letter, wrapped in sweet venom, but strangled by the spinal cord and throat.

For a moment, he saw the snow falling.

The snow floated down from the high clouds, piece by piece, falling into the hair of the prince in white, his slightly open front, curled eyelashes, and a pool of water.

It's so close, yet so far away.

Looking for flowers in the fog, catching the moon in the water, is out of reach.

"Let go of you?"

After a long time, Yu Beizhou heard his own voice: "You actually let me let you go?"

With the growing pain in his chest, he sarcastically said, "Senior brother, it's so funny that you would say such a thing."

How can I make a person who is extremely proud to say something close to a pleading?

"You want me to let go of my senior brother? That's ok." Yu Beizhou smiled again.

Weird. How can you let go.

Even if I die, I can't wait to sleep in the same acupoint, and I have to swallow the broken bones and blood.

How can I let it go, how can I let it go?

Yu Beizhou lowered his eyes dutifully, tasting the blood in his throat, as if it had turned into an empty bellows box: "But Senior Brother... Isn't this your attitude of begging for help?"

The prince in white, who was about to leave, stopped.

Zong Luo closed his eyes, covering the monstrous anger that surged in his heart.

This was the only time he had any other emotion after that night, other than the pain.

Sitting on the horse, he held the reins tightly, his chest heaving, and he asked calmly, "What do you want?"

If you want this life, Zong Luo is not unable to give it.

In fact, after receiving the "surprise" that Yu Beizhou had carefully prepared for two lifetimes that night, for a brief moment, he even wanted to just die.

The things that the poor and the poor have longed for, in the end, they are nothing but the moon in the water. Falling into such a field, what is the need to continue?

However, this impulse to die is only for a moment.

Zongluo is not a person who cannot take responsibility, nor is he a coward who cannot face the facts.

In the last life, he was driven to a dead end, and it was Emperor Yuan who wrote the imperial edict himself, otherwise it would never have been possible to walk like this.

Even if he takes off the halo of the third prince of Dayuan, he still has his own pride and his own style.

Since he comes in an upright manner, he must go in an upright manner.

Zongluo had been prepared for a long time, and after returning to the imperial city after this battle, he took the initiative to confess all this to his father. At that time, no matter if it is to distribute frontiers, or to grant death orders, or to be angry... Zong Luo is willing to suffer.

As for Yu Beizhou...

"Do you really want to kill me once with your own hands?"

Such a strong hatred that has followed for two lifetimes makes people feel so embarrassed, like those previously unknown throbbing, ironically like a joke.

"Senior brother is wrong."

Yu Beizhou feigned surprise and bent his long and narrow phoenix eyes, with a strong smile: "It's too late for me to love my senior brother, so why would I be willing to kill him?"

"But since Senior Brother lowers his posture and pleads, it's not that Junior Brother can't consider it."

He lowered his voice, his tone was ambiguous and condescending: "If senior brother is willing to come to the dark room of Beining's palace, let junior brother put shackles on your feet for you, and lock them up for a year and a half... Tired of playing, junior brother Of course I'll let you go."

Afraid that the fire wasn't strong enough, Yu Beizhou added another handful of firewood to it.

Every time he said a word, he dug the wounds bare/naked/naked and sprinkled salt, adding fuel to the fire, tearing the surface of the calm stagnant water, stabbing each other with blood, as if this could cover up his panic.

"Senior brother's sadness is no greater than the appearance of a dead heart. As long as he can pay it off, he is willing to do anything. Presumably he is also willing."

all of a sudden.

Zong Luo only felt that the tight string in his mind suddenly snapped.

The next second, he flew off his horse and kicked Yu Beizhou.

The general in red clothes and white fur was kicked back two steps by this kick, and the blood that had swelled earlier approached his throat again.

It's not over yet.

Immediately afterwards, a punch came in the face.

The fist hit Yu Beizhou's jaw firmly, with ten percent of the strength, and even the sound of bone cracking could be heard, and he directly punched the man to the ground in the snow.

With a rustling sound, all the snow with their diameter as a circle was lifted up.

"Rumble--"

The silent snow field was disturbed by them, and the snow piled up on the top of the mountain in the distance rolled down, as if a mighty avalanche was brewing.

The sky and the earth are vast, and there is no one around.

The two of them were biting and scrambling in the snow that covered the ground and covered the sky, just like the two most primitive beasts.

The red clothes and the white clothes were entangled together, and snow fell from the front to the hem.

As cold as the snow is, the temperature of the other person is as hot.

It was burning hot, like the snips that pierced through the body, and the number of lives that could not be repaid.

Every time Zong Luo threw a punch, those fluffy snowflakes would fly up and land on their browbones and temples.

The original struggle and pain seemed to burst out at this moment, and the fists brought the wind.

Yu Beizhou did not fight back.

Pain is not worth mentioning to him, especially the pain given by this person himself, which is as sweet as honey, making his heart fall back to its original place.

What's more, Zong Luo, who was so angry, finally came alive, dispelling the coldness that had not fallen into the dust and mud before, and walked down from the Nine Heavens into a world full of filth.

The immortal is cut off from love and desire, but his emotions arise because of him.

After waiting for a while, Zong Luo finally stepped on the opponent and got up to leave.

"Brother, have you thought about it clearly?"

Yu Beizhou was lying on his back in the snow, his hunting red clothes were covered by the snow, his cloak and fur and fur were soaked by the melting snow, tick-tick and sticky, and his black hair was winding and scattered behind him, in a pure white background. Very impactful.

But he was still laughing, his smile getting more and more pleasant.

As if it was on the lap of the prince in white, the bulge felt extremely hot to the touch.

"If Senior Brother thinks about it clearly, it's not impossible to come and go in this snowy field... uh!"

Zongluo punched Yu Beizhou and said coldly: "Yu Beizhou, you are really not a thing."

The latter turned his face sideways, and the corners of his mouth curled down with shocking bloodstains, and the corners of his mouth rose more and more.

When facing him, Zong Luo never spoke much. Today, I called him at least five times by name and surname, and every time it sounded so nice.

He fascinatedly admired the anger on the face of the prince in white at the moment, and Zhang Li's face was like a cannibalistic ghost in the book: "It's obviously the senior brother who wants me to let go, the senior brother has raised his opinion, and the senior brother is unwilling to do so. Well, it really doesn't make sense."

Zong Luo ignored him.

He silently stared straight at the pair of narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes, straight at the pupils that were so dark that they seemed to be able to absorb light, and said earnestly, "Yu Beizhou, I don't owe you anything."

If he insisted on his identity, he would not only pay it back, but would also take the initiative to reveal this past to the world.

Even this life, after clarifying everything, Zong Luo is willing to give up.

But he was not wrong.

Perhaps the third prince of the original book knew about it, so Yu Beizhou of the original book would kill him after he tried to get out of the apprenticeship. But Zong Luo, who came through the book, didn't know anything. He didn't even know.

"The third prince before the age of seven was not me at all."

This was originally the secret Zongluo wanted to bring to the tomb.

It's just that he's really too tired, even if he fights like a vent, he's driving around empty, wearing a layer of useless skin, walking around the world like a corpse.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, "Are you satisfied with this answer? Yu Beizhou."

After speaking, Zong Luo finally got up tiredly and summoned Zhao Yebai not far away.

The white horse stepped forward obediently, never looking at the person lying in the snow from beginning to end.

Zhao Yebai ran forward.

Looking at the Qianshan Muxue wrapped around him, Zong Luo's eyes were full of confusion.

In this vast world, where can a lonely and lonely wandering soul go?

After two lifetimes of poverty, there is no place that is truly enough to be called "home".

He has no home at all.

Just as he was about to leave the snowfield, the prince in white turned around unexpectedly.

In the distance, a solidified red dot stood on the snowfield, facing in his direction.

Under the sky, it seemed that there were only two people left alone.

In the center of him and the red dot, the sky was snowing and the mountains stretched to no end.

This is the last time, Zongluo thought.