Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Most of the servants in the palace are well-trained. After all, they are conscientiously serving the tyrant, so they naturally know what to say and what not to say.

After seeing the third highness's head full of frost at first glance, everyone was surprised, but they didn't dare to show it too much, but continued to work hard.

As early as today, before setting up the Great Witch Temple, His Majesty specially ordered his servants to take care of the third prince.

So this morning it was bright and bright, and Yuchun Palace was busy. The clothes washing bureau brought brand-new clothes that were sewed recently, and the servants brought hot water to the bath. The imperial kitchen was already on standby, and even the palace servants who were not assigned specific tasks walked around with incense burners and put the whole Yu Chungong was fragrant. Even the extremely rare example of ice, Yu Chungong also got a big share.

The palace, which was silent in the past, also became lively because of the return of another person.

This scale has never existed before. Not to mention the question of being favored or not, the Ninth Prince, who was previously recognized as the most favored prince, has never been treated by His Majesty personally.

Many palace servants who are good at catching wind and shadows have a hunch in their hearts. Even if the shamanic ceremony has not yet been held, everyone knows it well.

This Yu Haru Palace is finally about to usher in its true master.

Because of the internal servant's message, the report from the imperial front was postponed, and Mu Yuanlong and Zongluo separated at the gate of the palace, one returned to the palace and the other returned to the mansion. The Xuanqi returned to the barracks to put away their equipment, and they all entered a state of rest, waiting for orders at any time.

Although he had done all the psychological construction, when he was really close to the imperial city, Zong Luo still felt an unstoppable panic in his heart.

No matter what, confessing such a thing is itself a psychological torture and test. No matter how Emperor Yuan would react afterwards, it would take nearly a lifetime of courage to speak out.

What's more...the imperial decree written in anger after Emperor Yuan knew about it in his previous life.

Zong Luo even felt that he could finally get the result of being assigned to the frontier, which was already considered the greatest kindness of the Jagged Emperor.

Zongluo had rarely been so afraid.

Even if I knelt down and killed myself in my last life, I was not afraid to the point where my fingertips were shaking.

Just now on Suzaku Avenue, he almost used all his strength to straighten his back, maintaining a stiff smile on his face, and never realized that the road was so long.

Fortunately, when he returned to the dynasty, Emperor Yuan did not come to pick him up as if he were seeing him off. Otherwise, Zong Luo really doubted whether he could hold back his emotions and show no clue in front of Emperor Yuan, who was always keen.

He walked all the way so uneasy. After hearing the servant at the gate of the palace say that His Majesty is not in the palace at the moment, he finally recovered and said ok in a low voice.

In an instant, the anxious mood was instantly relieved. Emotional ups and downs, just feel like riding a roller coaster.

"Is the hot water ready?"

The palace servant quickly replied: "Hot water, meals and clothing are all ready, Your Highness."

When people are most stressed, they usually don't want to do anything else.

Zongluo urgently needs some other ways to ease his current anxiety. Otherwise, he was afraid that when he really stood in front of Emperor Yuan, he would not be able to hold back a word.

Not even as a child. In class, I was called by the teacher. It was a simple question, but after I stood up, I couldn't figure it out. I could only stand awkwardly. It's really easy to be overwhelmed by stress.

Just when Zong Luo was about to take a bath, wash away the dust from his body, and pack up his mood, Pei Qianxue hurried over.

Tsing Yi Prime Minister Gujing Wubo's face was stained with anxiety in the past, and even the front and temples of his clothes were unprecedentedly messy.

You know, Pei Qianxue has always been cold and out of the dust on weekdays, and looks like Yuan Tingyue is in control. Even Zong Luo has never seen him so rude.

"Jin Yu."

Seeing Zongluo, Pei Qianxue called out, and immediately showed surprise: "Your hair..."

"It's the side effect of the elixir, it's not a big deal."

Zongluo said lightly: "Axue came to me, what's the matter?"

Soon, they sat in a quiet room that was absolutely quiet in Yuchun Palace.

After entering the door, Pei Qianxue didn't speak in a hurry, but instead roamed around and said in a low voice, "Jin Yu, I want to tell you something."

In fact, this move is a bit redundant.

The palace of the Great Yuan can be said to be the safest place in the Great Wilderness. Even if the partition wall has ears, it is impossible to separate Yuchun Palace. However, Zong Luo smelled a different taste in writing from his actions.

In fact it is.

Since having that dream three months ago, Pei Qianxue has been tossing and turning almost every night during this period, unable to sleep at night.

That night, when he thought of looking for Zong Luo in the palace, he was careless and forgot that there was a ban in the palace.

Even the Prime Minister of the Great Yuan could not ignore the ban and enter the palace in the middle of the night when there is no important thing to report.

Of course, if Pei Qianxue has to enter, it is not impossible for Pei Qianxue to enter.

It's just that he doesn't want to make this matter a big deal, especially... He can't let Emperor Yuan know, even if it's just information.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to return to Pei Mansion.

However, no one expected that, the next day, Zongluo entered the palace to fight. The action was not sloppy, and after barely getting the approval of Emperor Yuan, the order ended in the afternoon, and he quickly led the troops away, without even staying in the imperial city for one more second.

It is conceivable that Pei Qianxue fluttered again.

It happens that this matter can only be interviewed and cannot be recorded in any way. Even if it is a secret letter, there is a risk of being intercepted in the middle. Pei Qianxue naturally cannot take this risk and put his best friend and lover in such a dangerous place.

Of course, it is also impossible for him to reveal a single bit of these words to Emperor Yuan.

So, after waiting so anxiously for three months, when Pei Qianxue heard the news of the third prince returning to the dynasty, Pei Qianxue ran to the palace immediately.

"Three months ago, I wanted to tell you, but you walked too fast that day, and there was no warning, and it was delayed until today."

Pei Qianxue considered his words.

He really cares about this dream with no beginning and no end. It is obviously just an ethereal dream. After waking up, he only remembers some of the parts that are enough to be called shocking, but the subconscious is sure that it will happen.

Zong Luo vaguely had a hunch: "You said."

"The night before Jinyu led the troops, I had a dream."

The content of dreams is naturally not very good. After all, dreaming that the monarch who is loyal to him writes the death edict of the person he admires is a nightmare in nightmares.

The most important thing is that the object is still the prince that the monarch loves and values ​​most.

Through some clues, Pei Qianxue glimpsed a huge secret that might exist behind it.

He knew that Jin Yu had a deep admiration for the sage, almost like a deer's milk. I also know how much of a blow this thing I know may bring to Jin Yu.

But under the circumstances of life and death, we have to say it. If we don't say it, I am afraid the consequences will be disastrous.

Just when the prime minister in Tsing Yi, who has always been sharp-spoken, was about to use a kind of euphemism to tell everything, Zong Luo finally said, "Axue."

"...I already know what you're about to say."

Pei Qianxue suddenly widened his eyes.

He looked at the man sitting opposite the quiet room.

The prince in white just sat there so calmly, his long hair was like snow, and his face was neither sad nor happy.

However, this is only an appearance.

Pei Qianxue has always been sharp and careful, so it is impossible for him to fail to see Zong Luo's current state.

At first glance, I could see something was wrong, but it was only because there was an urgent matter ahead, and now I sat down and calmed down, and I became more aware of the clue.

Feili is flawless, as if banishing immortals is false; all thoughts are extinguished, and her heart is like dead ashes is true.

His voice trembled: "That Jinyu, your hair...?"

Zongluo didn't say a word.

His non-answer already means the result.

Pei Qianxue only felt that her whole body was being held by an invisible hand, and her heart was aching.

What kind of pain must it be to make a young, high-spirited prince lose his black hair overnight and become as pale as snow?

But now is not the time to say that.

The prime minister in Tsing Yi did not ask how Zongluo knew about it, but squeezed his fingertips under his cuffs tightly: "Jin Yu, listen to me. While the witch sacrifice ceremony has not yet arrived, His Majesty has not returned from the Great Witch Temple... ..."

He closed his eyes: "Let's go before Your Majesty finds out."

Leave the Imperial City, leave the Great Abyss, go as far as possible, and never come back.

In order not to frighten the snakes these days, Pei Qianxue didn't even send someone to Weiguo to investigate what happened to the Yu family. But he believed in Jin Yu's openness and integrity, and all this must have happened without his knowledge.

But the biggest dead end in this matter was not in Zongluo, but in Emperor Yuan.

Even if Pei Qianxue only remembers some fragmentary fragments in the dream, it is enough to imagine how Emperor Yuan would react when he knew about it.

Such a arrogant and suspicious emperor, experienced such a downright fool.

It's not that Pei Qianxue didn't know that Emperor Yuan's love for this prince was so cute and deeply responsible. When all this is subverted, it is difficult for people to maintain the most complete sanity. Not to mention whether such a heroic and stubborn emperor will regret his decision, at least the impulse that burst out for a moment will be very hurtful.

Whether it was death or house arrest, the damage would ultimately fall on Zong Luo.

The quiet room fell silent again because of his words.

After a long time, the prince in white said in a low voice, "Go?"

Zong Luo twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an ugly wry smile: "Where can I go?"

There is only one Wei Kingdom left in the Great Wilderness, and everything else is the Great Yuan Kingdom.

Wei Guo is only at the end of the force, and will soon be captured by Da Yuan.

Even if he left, could Zongluo just walk away without saying a word, escape directly into the forest, and then let Emperor Yuan order him, wasting his troops in vain, until he found half of his body into the ground?

As a son of man, filial piety comes first. Zongluo can never do such irresponsible things.

Even if he wanted to leave, he had to tell Emperor Yuan personally and leave when the dust settled.

"Axue, I'm not going anywhere."

Zong Luo said in a low voice, "I will tell him everything in person when Father... Your Majesty returns."

He was going to face the storm.

He had never been so awake in all these days.

Perhaps fate is bleak, painful, and absurd. He must also be brave, gentle, and spotless.

Even if there is a dead end.