Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

It was almost when the sky was dawning that Zong Luo dragged his body exhausted and left from the Beining Palace.

God knows where Yu Beizhou, who had a high fever, got so much strength. He suddenly broke the Hanshan Meteorite that trapped him when he fell ill on weekdays. He crawled out of the dark room covered in blood and grabbed his feet.

This process didn't take long. Almost as soon as Zong Luo left, Yu Beizhou performed a self-mutilation act in a daze.

So Zongluo had to stay behind, and with all his strength, he got the man into the master bedroom of the Beining palace, lit another lamp, and carefully took out the iron hook that the man had broken in the pipa bone. .

Yu Beizhou probably broke free with pure brute force, and the iron hook on his collarbone was deeply embedded, revealing the white bones behind him.

When Zong Luo took it out for him, his forehead was sweating, but this man looked at him without blinking, as if he was not nailed to himself.

After finally helping to remove the broken iron from the wrist and ankle, the person on the bed was already asleep.

After fading the abnormal blush on his face last night, the young man in red who returned to normal was not sleeping peacefully. The good-looking brow bones are twisted up unconsciously, and there is arrogance and haze in her sleep.

Although Yu Beizhou looked pitiful and relieved when he had a fever, he was the one Zongluo was most familiar with after returning to normal.

I don't know if this person will remember what happened last night when he wakes up.

Zong Luo put the towel on Yu Beizhou's head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and closed the bedroom door.

Who knows if he will remember, anyway, when he wakes up, he probably won't be in the imperial city anymore.

In addition, Yu Beizhou's hatred for two lifetimes... it's better to forget it.

On the other side, just after waking up early in the morning, the palace staff in Yuchun Palace were all in a hurry.

Today is the big day of the witch sacrifice ceremony, every prince must attend in full costume, go to the main hall of the great witch temple early in the morning to pray, and wait for the arrival of noon.

Last night, after the third prince woke up and left without saying a word, His Majesty sent someone to send a message, but it was gone forever, and he didn't come back until the dawn.

The palace servants will be anxious to death. If the Third Highness does not come back and miss the auspicious time, they will all suffer when His Majesty asks the guilt.

At this moment, Zong Luo finally stepped on Qinggong and came back.

"His Royal Highness, the time is almost here, you should change your clothes quickly." The steward breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that the prince in white looked stiff and waved his hand: "Is there any hot water, I want to take a bath."

If it is usually in a hurry, let him change his clothes, and Zongluo can go to the Great Witch Temple after changing.

However today...

The traces left from last night are still in the crotch, muddy, and even sticky because it is close to his body temperature, and there is no sign of drying up.

Just now, Zongluo used his inner strength to fly around on the eaves, God knows how much effort he endured.

It is difficult for him to change into the neat and tidy crown of the prince, with what Yu Beizhou left between his legs, and stand on the altar under the attention of everyone, accepting the sight projected from all directions.

This kind of shameless thing, just thinking about it, Zong Luo's ears are red.

He has always been abiding by etiquette, and he is an uncompromising youngster. For him... the greed for pleasure last night was already a presumptuous one.

Fortunately, Zongluo wears white clothes all the year round, even if the hem of the clothes is wet, he can't see any clues. At most, others could see that his walking posture was somewhat unnatural.

"The hot water is naturally ready."

The manager looked embarrassed: "It's just Your Highness... the time is almost up."

"You don't have to send me off later, I'll just ride over to Yebai."

The prince in white hurriedly said a word, and quickly walked towards the Yuchun Palace bath.

He waved his servants back, and after the bath was completely empty, he took off his clothes piece by piece like a thief.

Clothes tumbled to the ground, stacked on top of each other.

Sure enough, the expensive fabric, originally beautifully woven and embroidered with dark patterns, was stained with the smell of mutton. Just like a point that fell when the pen was picked up to write, the ink was thick and colorful, and it penetrated the back of the paper.

This is just a coat, it's already in such a mess, even the ends of the hair.

Zong Luo closed his eyes, it was not easy to give this dress directly to the servant, so he kicked into the pool water without looking out of his mind. Let the pool water rinse these things again, otherwise these experienced palace people can see what it is at a glance.

Zongluo walked into the scalding pool water when he shivered and took off the trousers that were almost stuck to his body.

I can't really see him now.

The places that are straight and slender like jade are full of things that dry up and fail to dry up. If someone were to look at it from behind, follow the shoulders and necks that were about to fly into the deep ravine above it, and the inside was filled with all these superfluous things, and the gap could hardly be seen.

Further down is the red skin on the inside, just by looking at it, you can imagine the intensity of the situation.

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Zong Luo stood for a long time in the pool below his chest. After the hot water softened these things, he hesitated to reach out and touch his body.

All night, what should be solidified was solidified outside, and it became more and more difficult to dig.

These things were sticky and hot, and although it was only once, the amount of discharge was thick and thick, and it rippled in the pool water like threads. Coupled with the red spots, it was a pain in the ass to clean up.

...This person is estimated to have been holding back for a long time.

Zongluo began to regret many times why he didn't throw Yu Beizhou into his own room and left, and now he doesn't have to suffer this kind of crime.

Not to mention that I just helped him get it out last night. If this goes further, Zong Luo's face turns ashen when he recalls the scene where the other party touched his tailbone.

After finally cleaning it up, after making sure it was correct, he wiped himself clean, put on his underwear again, and called the palace servants in.

The impatient palace servants who were guarding the door almost immediately came with trays in hand, and put on Zong Luo's complicated and luxurious imperial robes one by one.

The palace servant who was combing for him just picked up the long silver-white hair that held the moonlight, and couldn't help but "ah".

"What's wrong?" Zong Luo frowned.

The next second, he saw in the bronze mirror that his neck was covered with dense red dots.

Taking a closer look, those are clearly the hickeys left by being licked and bitten by people, as if stamped, fierce and enthusiastic, as if the original beast had marked its prey, and even left dried blood.

Zongluo: "..."

Last night, he was buckled by Yu Beizhou. Although he was separated by layers of clothes, because the impact was too violent, he was also very happy, so he didn't notice this detail at all.

"In summer and autumn, I got mosquitoes and I am a little allergic."

He said this with great embarrassment, and instructed the servant to temporarily change into a high-necked coat, and then neatly wrapped the entire neck without leaking the slightest gap.

Fortunately, the autumn and winter clothes in the Prince's Mianfu are not cross-collared, and indeed have a high-necked style. Otherwise, Zongluo would be disheveled today, and he would have to cover up the traces on the back of his neck.

The master has said so, even if the servants are doubtful, they will certainly not say more.

What's more, the servants in the palace knew that a broken mouth would only make him die faster.

In this way, after getting dressed, Zong Luo rode on Zhao Yebai.

This thousand-mile horse clearly understands the master's mind, but with a single tap, it leaped out like an arrow from the string, and ran towards the direction of the Great Witch's Temple.

The only one who suffers is Zong Luo.

The side of the leg is injured and I still have to ride a horse, which means that the whole sour has stopped.

Fortunately, the palace is not too far from the Great Witch Temple.

When Zong Luo got off Zhao Yebai, almost all the courtiers and related people were there.

"Why did Brother Three Emperors come so late today, but feel unwell?"

In the place where several princes gathered, Zong Chengsi pretended to come forward to care.

Today is probably the time when the sword is drawn the most.

The princes who took the crown gathered together. Zong Hongjiu, who had taken blood and was locked up last time, also stood at the end of the team. Compared with the arrogant and domineering appearance half a year ago, now there is no such arrogant and domineering arrogance. .

Zong Luo said lightly, "Thank you for your concern, brother, it's no big deal."

"Brother Huang is fine." Zong Chengsi's line of sight lingered on the other's tightly wrapped neck.

This mianfu is only worn in autumn. As we all know, it is now at the turn of summer and autumn. The temperature difference between day and night is large, and it is still very hot at noon. What's more, the prince needs to stand for a long time at the ceremony, everyone wears mian clothes and goes into battle lightly, only Zong Luo does the opposite.

Fortunately, Zong Luo's appearance is too abstinence in normal days. Even if he lingers in the fireworks field, Zong Chengsi, who is a middle-level expert, can't notice too many abnormalities.

They stood here for a long time before they got Wu He's announcement and slowly walked towards the main hall.

When he reached the center of the main hall, there was already a Taiwu wearing a hooded ghost face and holding a bone staff on the altar. A little further down, it was Emperor Yuan who was wearing a mysterious robe and wearing the Twelve Chapter Dagon Crown.

I don't know if it was due to the ceremony or for other reasons, but Emperor Yuan's expression was not very good, and even his courtiers were trembling, for fear that the tyrant would be in a bad mood and bleed into a river.

It was clear that it was daytime, but the sky suddenly darkened.

No, it's not that it's darkened, but at the top of the Great Witch Temple, a pale golden auspicious cloud is being formed. The shadows cast down on it, just blocking the sunlight.

Tai Wu held his bone staff high and muttered something in his mouth.

"A miracle...it's a miracle!"

Almost all over the territory of the Great Abyss, the sky in the distance can be seen suddenly falling with different colors.

In the imperial city, all the people gathered on the streets knelt down one after another.

Not only them, but the courtiers in the Great Witch Temple also knelt, and even the princes who had just gathered under the altar also kowtowed.

The sound of the witch music and the chimes became more and more enthusiastic, and the witches danced to the witch music and dance.

The dagger made of animal bones is sharp, piercing the neck of the alien beast, holding the sticky blood in his hand, and offering it to the complicated and obscure witchcraft patterns on the ground.

Above the clouds, Da Yuan's totem Kui pattern is slowly taking shape.

The strong wind swept under the Long Live Tree, and the closed wooden box seemed to have something crashing inside.

In a blink of an eye, the mouth of the box that had been clasped with the witch seal was automatically released, revealing the neatly placed wooden plaques inside.

The bone staff lightly tapped, and one of the golden wooden signs flew to Taiwu in the air as if receiving a sense of induction, and finally fell into the hands of Emperor Yuan.

Almost all the princes kneeling in front of the altar held their breaths.

Even Zong Hongjiu quietly raised his head, his eyes full of last hope.

In case that wooden sign had his name written on it...then...

Every prince thinks this way more or less, and even Zong Ruichen, who has been very close to Zong Chengsi recently, is also affected, and his heart is a little more nervous.

In the heart-wrenching silence, Emperor Yuan finally raised his eyes.

He slowly raised the wooden sign in his hand above his head, and raised the wooden sign above his head.

The name of the established prince above is bright and eye-catching.

In a trance, Zong Luo was pulled up and walked onto the high platform surrounded by thousands of people.

The cold and dignified emperor stood in front of him, his face still serious, but his eyes were full of softness and pride.

"This is the prince of my Great Yuan! The future chosen by destiny!"

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, even more so than the festival.

The name of the third prince has long been engraved in the hearts of the people, and it is the true and true public opinion.

At this moment, even the aloof tyrant rejoiced with the people, proud of this mighty force, and showed an admiring smile.

In the hazy eyes, Zong Luo saw the wooden sign in Emperor Yuan's hand, and his eyes widened.

A touch of gold flashed above, and two words were engraved inside.

Zong Luo.