Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Mu Yuanlong was keenly aware that after the battle of Hanmenguan that day, His Highness seemed to have figured out something.

Although the light in his eyes was still dim, it wasn't as gloomy as before.

The most prominent performance is that he no longer numbs himself with busy military affairs, and he will not rest until he is exhausted to the extreme. Instead, he will follow the normal daily schedule of the military camp, and go to bed early and get up early.

About half a month ago, once Mu Yuanlong watched his Highness take the Zhan Lu sword and slashed it on his wrist. Looking at the blood flowing out of Mi Mi, he took out the medicine bottle from his clothes and tested the medicine on himself.

From the beginning to the end, His Highness's expression did not move even once, as if he could not feel the pain calmly. On the contrary, Mu Yuanlong, the deputy general, was terrified, for fear that the man holding the hilt would change his edge in a moment.

The neighbors didn't know that Mu Yuanlong had actually dreamed that His Highness committed suicide.

In the dream, His Highness's expression also repeated the collapse, struggle and pain, and finally turned into the most silent blank when the sword tip was stained with blood. It was exactly the same as His Highness's expression when he used his arm to test the medicine.

Therefore, after noticing His Highness's transformation, Mu Yuanlong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a heart that had been in fear for a long time fell back to its original place.

The first battle of Hanmenguan advanced extremely rapidly.

Soon, Da Yuan took over Hanmenguan from the Yu country and drove the iron cavalry into the territory of the Yu country.

It can be said that when the Hanmen Pass was lost, the Yu Kingdom was the possession of the Great Yuan. What's more, after the news of surrendering without a fight and blatantly giving Wu Anjun to death, let alone King Yu never had the courage to face Da Yuan head-on, the morale of the Yu soldiers also plummeted. The deserters rioted, and people panicked.

After so many years, the Yu Kingdom has been able to survive until now, thanks to a loyal and loyal Lord Wu An. Not only fame but also deterrence, but now that Lord Wu'an is dead, he has also been pitted by the monarch who was loyal to his death.

Presumably it won't be long before the Yu Kingdom can be completely incorporated back, and there shouldn't be too many obstacles.

These are not the areas that Zong Luo needs to care about.

The Xuanqi belonged to the advance charge of every war, and they didn't need to do anything that required a large army to stand in the line. After winning the Yu Kingdom, what needs to be prepared is the next battle against the Wei Kingdom.

Wei Kingdom and Yu Kingdom are different. Even though the Kingdom of Wei is declining, it has once been brilliant. The capital accumulated by several generations of monarchs is still there, and the dead camel is bigger than a horse.

The most important thing is that after Da Yuan wiped out the other nations, almost all the restorative forces that remained among the nations rushed to Wei, bringing a wave of fresh blood to Wei.

Especially when there was only the last country left in this great wilderness, it actually promoted the unity of these forces and united to fight against the great abyss.

I also know that when Dayuan sends troops to defend the country, he will encounter unprecedented obstacles.

The front line will definitely be very long, so it is even more necessary to prepare for the battle.

Of course... these are the contents after the shamanic ceremony.

When sending troops to defend the country, one cannot be careless for a moment. The last battle is going to be good.

Before that, the internal conflict needs to be calmed down a little. As the courtiers wrote in the letter, the prince is what the people want, and everyone expects it. If you don't establish a prince for one day, you can't completely settle down. What's more, the seizure of the prince among several princes is intensified, which is not a good thing in itself.

The shaman sacrifice ceremony can not only stabilize the hearts of the people, but also soothe their emotions. It has been one of the most important sacrifice links since the emperors of all dynasties, and it has been eagerly awaited for a long time.

After confirming that the Hanmen Pass was correct, Zongluo led the team on the journey back to the imperial city.

Counting the time, rushing for a month, going back and resting for another six or seven days, it is almost time for the witch sacrifice ceremony.

Over the past month, Zong Luo has not been as fast as he came, and just kept on his way. Occasionally he would stop and go, even passing a few distinctive cities, and he would go in and take a look with great interest, and by the way, he would take a vacation for the Xuanqi who had traveled long distances with him.

When his emotions turned introverted, even Mu Yuanlong couldn't see what Zong Luo was thinking about now, and whether he was still stuck in his previous obsession.

Only Zong Luo himself knew exactly what kind of situation he was in.

The scars and pain won't go away, and they won't heal on their own.

The fight with Yu Beizhou in the snow that day could be regarded as tearing apart all appearances between the two.

Yu Beizhou planned to give him a big surprise for two lifetimes, and Zongluo responded with a backhand to a person who hated the wrong person.

However, Zong Luo knew in his heart that he said he didn't owe Yu Beizhou, but he was just angry.

Even if it is not out of his own subjective will, he does enjoy the convenience brought by this identity. What's more, Yu Beizhou used his own switch to live again in this life.

After two lifetimes of poverty, their fates have long been closely intertwined.

Who can truly owe each other nothing?

Zong Luo just thought it was funny.

Maybe this is the result Yu Beizhou wants, and it has not been cleaned up.

Putting it on someone else may be a relief, and the two scarred cubs leaned against each other and licked each other's wounds. Putting it on them is to hold bayonets to each other, and they are bloody.

However, the more he slashed, the more Zongluo had to cut through the mess.

He had already lost all thoughts and had no memory of it.

Friendship has been betrayed in a previous life.

Love is out of the question.

Family affection, even if there is, the decree of death is not always false.

Limin is not his Limin, and the common people are not his common people.

In all fairness, even if Emperor Yuan valued him and favored him, for a talented emperor, a tyrannical tyrant, knowing that the prince he had raised for so many years and invested so much effort was not his own, the kind of rage that was fooled... ...Writing the decree of death is also excusable.

After all, Emperor Yuan was just an ancient man, an emperor in a feudal society. Blood relationship is the foundation of maintaining feudal rule for thousands of years. Even an open-minded modern person cannot completely ignore blood relationship. Otherwise, there would not be so many real and fake TV dramas.

Zong Luo has always been strict with himself and lenient with others. The moment he knew that he was not of Emperor Yuan's blood, he even let go of the last grudge in his life, how could he be so selfish to ask a father who knew nothing about it?

The only regret is that in this life, when Zong Luo completely confirmed that he had that family affection, he was told that it was nothing but a void.

Perhaps it is really not broken and not established. After really thinking about all this, the pain will return to the pain, and at least one can break free from the chaotic state of being confused and not knowing what the world is.

After returning to the imperial city, it is life or death, the dust settles, and there should be an ending.

He can't move forward, he will still move forward.

......

Just like this, they stopped and walked, and they finally arrived at the foot of the imperial city when there were still five days before the witch sacrifice ceremony. Looking from a distance on the outskirts of the city, the majestic imperial city rises from the ground and covers the horizon.

"It's the Xuanqi of the third prince, open the city gate!"

In the distance, the garrison saw the flag.

The great commander Duan Junhao came to greet him in person, and with an order, the heavy door slowly opened.

Just like every time the Third Prince returned to the dynasty, the streets were crowded and empty. It was hard to find a seat in the teahouse on the main road, and the boss smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

This kind of momentum is even bigger than the original gift from Emperor Yuan.

Originally, the love of the people for the three princes was obvious to all. After returning from the battle of Hangu Pass, he did not rest after successfully recovering his eyesight, and went to the Yu Kingdom non-stop. What's more, the battle of the Yu Kingdom was so beautiful that it didn't cost a single soldier, but it was full of epic sense of high spirits.

King Yu gave the death of Lord Wu'an, and the three princes and three arrows timed the game. Before the two armies fought against each other, the famous veteran was entrusted to Daxia Longque on his deathbed, and he died with a smile on his face without regrets.

There is family and country, there is great justice, there is fulfillment, and there is no lack of loneliness.

After the news came out, it immediately became a hot topic for storytellers in teahouses and taverns, and it became a popular story among martial artists and scholars.

Soon, the group of cavalry riders, which seemed to be connected in a line, approached.

Each cavalryman is wearing neat black armor, which is integrated with the horse under him.

Not to mention, although Xuanqi's armor is expensive, it is indeed the best looking.

Which young man who practiced martial arts would not want to have such a uniform and receive a lot of attention on Shili Long Street?

"The city gate has been opened, and the Third Highness is back!"

"Hurry up, let me go, I want to see it too, I want to see it too."

"Where is it? Why can't I see it?"

The people on the street were noisy and chattering in discussions.

However, the moment the first military horse stepped through the city gate, these voices all fell silent as if they were cut off.

Without him, just because of the long hair of Shuanghua on the head.

After a long time, someone asked in surprise: "Why is the hair of the third highness all white?"

Three months ago, when the whole city saw each other, the third prince took off the white sash on his eyes, the black hair like a crow's feather was tied up high, and there was a smile like a spring breeze on his face.

In the end, it only took a few months, and when I came back, it turned out to be like this.

The ladies of your family who were on the tower also exclaimed: "Xinyue, look, what's going on, Your Highness?"

She didn't need her reminder, Shen Xinyue had already twisted her handkerchief as early as the white smear appeared.

Apart from the graying of the hair, there were no other unnecessary changes. The changed hair color made the man look less mortal, and in addition to becoming an immortal, it also added a bit of coldness.

Seeing that figure slowly walking down the long street and walking towards the palace, Shen Xinyue felt a panic in her heart for no reason.

......

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, the waiter who had been at the gate of the palace for a long time finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the reins of Zhao Yebai, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, today, Your Majesty is preparing for the witch sacrifice ceremony at the Great Witch Temple today. , I can't get away from it for a while, and I specially sent a small one to come over to spread the word."

"Your Majesty said that you must be tired from your long journey. You should go back to Yuchun Palace to recuperate and take a bath, wash away the dust, and then meet you at night."

The tips of Zong Luo's fingers under the long sleeves turned white: "...Okay."

He got off his horse and walked towards Yuchun Palace.

In front of Yuchun Palace, the palace staff were busy early.

Some were holding spices, some were holding towels, some were preparing their jackets and jackets, and when they saw Zongluo coming back, they all saluted respectfully.

Zong Luo nodded and was about to take off his robe, when he saw a Tsing Yi hurried towards him.

It was Pei Qianxue.