Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

It turns out that Yu Beizhou already knew about it.

Zong Luo was in a trance for a moment, then returned to his senses.

too.

The third prince in the original book is a completely different person from him. Although there are only a few sentences, it can be seen that the third prince in the original book is extremely considerate and caring for Yu Beizhou. In the first chapter, it can be seen that Yu Beizhou is a young and charming heartthrob. charm.

After he passed through, he closed the door and disappeared, ran away carrying a burden, and avoided it like a snake or scorpion. Even the character is completely different from the "good-tempered old man" third prince in the original book.

When writing about Yu Beizhou, the author also used the words "more wise and close to the demon". What's more, he is still a serious son of luck, and he will definitely have doubts in his heart. Even if he can't guess, Yu Beizhou should know the truth after he died with his corpse to summon his soul.

Perhaps it was the hatred of a previous life, and the sunk cost was too great. So that you can't get out of it after knowing it.

After so many days, this lunatic finally showed his intentions, he is going to fight with you to the end.

Zong Luo felt that he should be angry, he should be full of anger, and he should slap Yu Beizhou against the wall and never stand up again. But now he has no strength at all, and he doesn't have the mood to say a word to Yu Beizhou.

"It's no use telling me this."

His tone was extremely calm: "Since you don't want to let me go, and you also owe me to each other, it is impossible for me not to return these things to you."

From beginning to end, these were Zongluo's decisions alone.

He couldn't enjoy all this with peace of mind after knowing the facts.

"So here I am."

The young man in red and white fur played with his fingers: "Senior brother, isn't he worried that Emperor Yuan may have a dream and remember everything in his previous life. Now... no one will dream of those things, and everything will return to normal."

Zong Luo frowned: "What do you mean?"

Yu Beizhou said lightly: "Being dreaming before is just a drawback of time retrospection. If you deal with it, you will naturally not dream again."

After leaving the Hanmen Pass, Zongluo wanted to lead the troops along. However, Yu Beizhou was alone, and directly used Qinggong. No need to stop and go, Shengsheng shortened the time by half and returned to the imperial city ahead of schedule.

He appeared in the Great Witch Temple today, naturally it couldn't be a coincidence.

However, Zongluo didn't think so much, he just thought that Yu Beizhou was trying his best to stab him again.

Zong Luo claimed to know him the best, so how could he not know this person's wicked thoughts.

Just like his suggestion that Zong Luo should not take the initiative to talk to Emperor Yuan, but wait until the ceremony of the witch sacrifice, repeat the fate of the previous life, and still save a life. At first glance, it makes sense and is quite kind.

In fact, Zongluo suspected that he just wanted to see himself tortured by conscience and morals.

As for Yu Beizhou's suggestion, lock it in the dark room and let him molest/play.

Zongluo had long since disdained such words that only meant anger.

"You do it yourself."

He dropped such a sentence and left without looking back.

In the dim alley, Yu Beizhou was left alone to look at the back of the prince in white, his eyes lowered silently, the crow's feather-like eyelashes cast a deep shadow.

The Great Witch Temple was quiet again, with only the sound of one person's breathing, and there was loneliness for no reason.

The young man in red and white fur lowered his head and slowly rubbed the pulp of his fingers, as if there was still a slightly cold touch on it.

In fact, Yu Beizhou has been busy here for almost half a month, and he is here today to deal with this matter.

After going back in time, he was the only one who remembered the specific content of the fairy method.

But now he has not yet become an emperor like in his previous life, and many things cannot be done arbitrarily. Without a single order, countless people went to do it for him one after another, and many extraordinarily tedious and thankless things had to be done by themselves.

Apart from that, there is another thing.

In short, now Taiwu is directly under the command of Emperor Yuan, and he has no way of ordering Taiwu to solve the problem of time backtracking, and can only throw the chips in his hand bit by bit.

In my last life, I had been a king for many years, and I knew a lot of hidden things about the relationship between imperial power and divine power.

Taiwu needs stargazing on a daily basis, and he found out that something was wrong as early as when Jiuxing Lianzhu. Previously, Zongluo met Yu Beizhou at the gate of the Great Wu Temple, and the latter came to find Tai Wu to seal his mouth.

Of course, there is no need to tell anyone what Yu Beizhou is doing behind his back.

Even if I mentioned it today, it was just a light streamer, as if I lost if I said more.

Sure enough, Zong Luo didn't go into it at all.

Yu Beizhou hooked his lips mockingly.

His good senior brother never hesitated to try to figure him out with the greatest malice, so how could he think about it.

Don't even mention Zong Luo, even Yu Beizhou himself doesn't know why he is doing so much. It was only after he came back to his senses that he had already done so.

At its root...  

He just felt that while he didn't return to the pain in his chest, there seemed to be something else.

Yu Beizhou touched his chest and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

What exactly is it?

......

After leaving the Wulou, Zongluo went straight to the main hall.

Wu He was already waiting there, and the other princes even left one after another. Among them, Zong Hongjiu was also accompanied by the Janissaries, looking at him with hatred and resentment in his eyes.

Emperor Yuan summoned the prince for this matter.

A few days later will be the ceremony of the witch sacrifice. If you want to determine which prince is more suitable for ascending the throne, it is the destined heir, and today you have to take blood as the medium of fortune.

Of course, when the prince was sealed at the ceremony of the witch sacrifice, it was held together with the ceremony of the prince.

When Zong Luo walked over, he received a wave of attention because of his hair color that was very different from ordinary people.

However, the witches who were cultivating in the Great Witch Temple were all very devout, powerful, and emotionally indifferent.

They took Zong Luo through the back of the main hall.

As soon as he entered, Zong Luo saw Emperor Yuan standing on the central altar of the Wu Temple, with his eyes closed, and Tai Wu, who was holding a bone staff and muttering obscure blessings.

The shamanic ceremony is the most important ceremony of every monarch in Dayuan, and there is no one.

The preparations for this ceremony actually started when every monarch ascended the throne, but now it's just a walk through the process, and every step requires the personal participation of Emperor Yuan.

He led his witch around the altar and came under the long live tree.

There are several blood-stained wooden signs hanging on the tree, and below is a mysterious dark green puddle.

The witches wearing ghost faces and hoods gathered together, silently staring at the wooden sign in the center, their lips pursed, as if they were chanting something silently.

Wu He said in a low voice, "Your Highness, please drop your blood on this wooden board."

Zong Luo took the animal bone dagger that she handed over, shook his right hand, and cut a wound on his left forearm.

The blood flowed down, gathered into a string, and dripped onto one of the wooden signs with "three" written on it.

Almost instantly, the wooden sign made of the trunk of the long live tree shone slightly, absorbing the blood that had passed over the sign like a conjuration, making it a little more bloody.

"That's enough." Wu He lifted the silk thread on the wooden sign, carefully lifted it over the puddle with the animal bone stick, and hung it carefully.

From bloodletting to absorption, there have been no superfluous changes.

Everything is the same as in the previous life.

Zong Luo took the witch medicine and skillfully applied a layer on his arm.

In the next few days, not only the witches, but also these witches have to practice here day and night.

Calculating the fortune of the country involves too much, and the preparation time cannot be one day or two days. In fact, it started seven days ago. It's just that the results of the witch sacrifice ceremony just came out.

One day after the practice, these wooden plaques will be sealed in boxes, and the next death mark will be placed on the altar. The ceremony can only be opened on the last day to see the final result inside.

In fact, in Zong Luo's eyes, witchcraft culture is not only mysterious, but also rather sinister.

Because they were different from the comprehension novels he had read before transcending the book, their witchcraft approach was more inclined to equivalent exchange.

For example, in the witch sacrifice ceremony, if you want to calculate the fortune of the country, not only the Taiwu needs to pay his own life, but also kill some fresh beasts.

There are many beasts and beasts in captivity behind the Great Witch Temple, and their blood is used to activate the altar.

It is said that in the primitive period, the power of witches could be even higher by using human sacrifices. There are still some places in the people who are still practicing such barbaric tricks.

Thinking like this, Zong Luo turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, the ritual on the altar also came to an end.

Emperor Yuan washed his hands in the wash basin brought over, wiped it clean, and turned around. Just as he was about to ask the whereabouts of the third prince Yuan Jia, who was standing by, he looked at Zong Luo, who was just about to leave the main hall.

"came back?"

The Yu Kingdom was victorious in the war, and only Wei Kingdom was left. Emperor Yuan was in a good mood for the past two days.

I was waiting for my eldest son to return from the front line. After the witch sacrifice ceremony, he sealed the treasure. Unexpectedly, he saw the scene of the third son's hair all white, and his sword eyebrows suddenly tightened.

Zong Luo had just stood still, and before he was mentally prepared, he saw Emperor Xuanpao hurriedly walk down from the altar, walked straight to him, and asked in a deep voice, "...What's the matter with the hair?"

Hearing Emperor Yuan's voice, Zong Luo's heart suffocated.

‘Senior brother, do you want to know how Emperor Yuan died? ’

The words Yu Beizhou just said seemed to echo in his ears again.

Zong Luo never imagined that in his last life... his father was actually killed by anger.

Just thinking about it made him miserable and shaky.

"What's wrong?"

Emperor Yuan noticed that his face was wrong, his face turned cold, and he commanded in a loud voice: "Come here, go to the imperial doctor!"

In an instant, almost all the servants who were able to move in the entire main hall gathered around.

Even Tai Wu, who had just received the bone staff, was pulled over.

In a trance, Zong Luo only felt that all these tumultuous voices seemed to have gone away from him. Everyone surrounded him, but he seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Fading away his previous resentment, he can clearly see the concern and anxiety floating in the sharp eyes behind Emperor Yuan Mian's back, and even the fine lines in the corners of his eyes, they are not fake,

But why. why. He is fake.

Zongluo thought that the wound could heal on its own. He worked hard for several months to break free from the painful suffocation that seemed to be choking his spinal cord.

When he really faced this scene, the collapse was only for a moment.

Seeing Zong Luo's red eyes, Emperor Yuan's expression became more and more solemn, and he wished that the old doctor would put his wings on now and fly to the Great Witch Temple.

Just when Emperor Yuan knitted his brows, he suddenly noticed the force of pulling from the cuffs of his dragon robe.

The prince in white stood there, his black and white pupils finally found the focal length.

He choked in a low voice: "Father...I have something to tell you."