Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

It was already evening when we came out of the hall.

Soon, it will be the time for the imperial city curfew.

As the crown prince, the curfew was nothing but a meaning to him, but it was too rude to visit others after the curfew, not to mention that he asked to see a woman who had not left the cabinet without submitting a letter of worship. Although Da Yuan's atmosphere was open, Zong Luo didn't want to cause any trouble to Miss Shen.

When he returned to Yuchun Palace, he was about to order his servants to bring Zhao Yebai up, but when he turned around, he heard the palace attendant tell him, "His Royal Highness, Miss Shen from Tingwei's House is asking to see you outside the palace."

For the past two days, the imperial city was under martial law, and it was hard to even leave the palace, let alone enter the palace. Although Shen Xinyue was able to get out of the Tingwei Mansion, she couldn't enter the palace any further, so she could only ask the servants to come in and pass the word.

Shen Xinyue came at this time, only for the same thing.

Zong Luo calmed down and immediately ordered his servants to prepare tea in the courtyard of Yuchun Palace.

The palace people took orders and stepped forward, and soon built an elegant bamboo platform in the pavilion in the courtyard for temporary reception of guests. Incense burns on the table top, tea with just the right temperature is placed on it, and some snacks are placed in the saucer.

Today, Shen Xinyue is still wearing that valiant Hu clothing. The machetes and bows and arrows on her body were searched out when she entered the palace, and even the maid was not able to bring in, she was alone.

After seeing Zongluo, she saluted: "My ministers and daughters see His Royal Highness the Prince."

The person in front of him was tall and tall, dressed in snow-white clothes, only embroidered with beautiful golden dark lines on the pleated cuffs. The long silver-white hair was tied up behind his back, making him look more and more like a mortal person.

Shen Xinyue suddenly lost her words.

The last time we met, she was upstairs in the Imperial City, and he was downstairs to return to court.

It was only a few months away from the day of the outing, Yu Kingdom was taken down, Hanmenguan and Wuan Junzhi fought against each other, and everyone complimented them when they returned to the imperial city.

It was obviously full of singing and singing, but for some reason, when Shen Xinyue was leaning against the railing in the restaurant, her eyes touched the white hair, but she felt sad.

It is precisely because of this that she is considering whether to do it again.

In the end, after hesitating for a few days, he became a noble prince after the ritual ceremony. The distance from her, which was already incomparably far away, was getting farther and farther.

"Miss Shen? Miss Shen?"

The cold voice like broken jade recalled her sanity.

Shen Xinyue made up her mind, "His Royal Highness, the servants and daughters are here this time for... the marriage is bestowed by the sage."

This matter was originally brought up by Shen Xinyue herself and her grandfather.

Dayuan men and women pay attention to one thing you love and I want, even if it is a marriage, it will not mess with the mandarin ducks. Originally, it was Shen Xinyue's wishful thinking and wanted to give it a try. When I was out in the suburbs, I also felt that the Third Highness had no love for her.

Unexpectedly, after grandpa came back, he said that the sage was quite satisfied with her, which ignited Shen Xinyue's hope again.

At that time, the Third Highness left without saying goodbye and went directly to the front line. When he returned, before the Tingwei could say more, the Sage even asked Shen Xinyue what he meant after the grand ceremony of the prince. Said that if there are no other mistakes, the order can be directly issued in these two days.

Shen Xinyue only felt in a trance, as unreal as falling into a dream.

However, after the ecstasy, she calmed down and finally decided to come over in person.

She has never been such a twisted character, she is hot and hot, if she likes it, she will let her know. As long as the third highness is willing, her feelings can naturally be cultivated in the future. If you don't want to, then you have no fate. If you make it clear, you won't leave any regrets.

Just after she said these words, the prince in white on the opposite side whispered: "Miss Shen does everything well. It is precisely because of this that I want to go out of the palace. I didn't expect to be the first to go to the palace, I am really ashamed."

Shen Xinyue just smiled bitterly and said, "Since Your Highness is looking for a courtier, that may be the answer I don't want to hear."

Zong Luo was stunned for a moment. He didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either: "Miss Shen, if you don't mind, let's move to the pavilion for a while?"

After the pavilion, the palace people carefully helped to pour the tea, and then placed palace lanterns on the ground on both sides.

At this time, the sun has gradually set in the west, and the sun is showing a decadent crimson.

Inside the pavilion, one white and one pink sat opposite each other. From a distance, they complement each other, like a pair of immortals, so harmonious that they almost stab the eyes.

Zong Luo took a sip of the hot tea, and when he looked up, he seemed to see a touch of Yin Hong's clothes not far away in a trance. Only for a moment. After an instant, the color that was more depressing than the sunset disappeared without a trace, and it was like an illusion.

He watched it for a while, suppressing the bad premonition in his heart, and then said: "That's it, Miss Shen. It's my honor to be loved, it's just... I already have it in my heart. others."

really.

Shen Xinyue's heart sank to the bottom.

In fact, this is what Zong Luo decided to say from the very beginning.

He thought it would be difficult for him to say it, but in fact, at this moment, it was not too difficult to say it.

Perhaps the source of all this was earlier than he thought.

As early as when he opened the book "Can Drink a Cup of Nothing", he was fascinated by the character of the protagonist.

Shaking M crazily criticizes the younger brother, who doesn't like it.

Such a Gu's paper man is simply grown on Zong Luo's XP point.

Even after reading through the book, Zong Luo reluctantly fought against Yu Beizhou, the Son of Destiny, while he rolled up the bed and ran on the road. He can't deny that the latter is indeed very attractive to him.

This attraction is mutual, not only Zongluo, he believes that Yu Beizhou also feels the same.

There was a vague attraction between them, a tension that was almost fascinated. To give the simplest example, if they stand together, even if they are not close, they seem to be one body, excluding everyone, and there must be only one other person in their eyes.

It is fate, it is inevitable. In the words of science students, it is the gravitational force of two planets of the same mass in the universe. They attract each other, and their existence is generated, and it is inevitable.

It's just that Zong Luo in the past cared too much about the original text, cared about those male supporting roles who coveted Yu Beizhou, and didn't put himself in a high-level God's perspective. Coupled with some unspeakable reasons for being an old enemy... Of course, the most important thing is the truth and hatred that runs through them. This is what created the picture today.

Zong Luo calmly and frankly analyzed his heart: "However...I already know. In any case, I can't stay with this person, Qin Se and Ming."

In the past, Zong Luo naively thought it was possible.

Before he could figure out his mood, or found clues and didn't want to admit it, he asked the sentence, 'Do you like me? ' I originally wanted to stab Yu Beizhou with a knife, but I was asking myself.

No one expected that this sentence would become a thread that detonated hatred.

Zongluo gave Yu Beizhou a knife, and Yu Beizhou responded with a backhand. The two knives stabbed too hard. The white knife went in and the red knife came out.

What followed was a lengthy ordeal.

Just when Zong Luo didn't want to think any more about why he asked that plausible sentence that night, the hand that grabbed his ankle in the dark room ignited the vague flame again.

Maybe they are in the same mood?

More than once, Zong Luo thought so.

It was just that Yu Beizhou, who had returned to normal, poured cold water on him again.

As long as the water is cold enough, the ashes left by the burning fire can also be frozen and frozen.

Shen Xinyue's eyes widened, she couldn't believe what he said.

"His Royal Highness, how could anyone be willing to reject His Highness?"

"Miss Shen misunderstood, it has nothing to do with another person."

Zong Luo smiled and shook his head: "It's just that I don't want to, can't, and don't want to."

He has his own perseverance and pride.

Now as the Crown Prince, you can't do anything beyond your status.

The most important thing is that Zong Luo himself is unwilling.

He believed that he had given Yu Beizhou enough soft-heartedness and tolerance. The latter also remembered everything that happened in the dark room that night, but he still looked nonchalant. It's enough to be heart-wrenchingly disappointing.

Even if Zong Luo was moved, he didn't have to rush up to practice himself. Their relationship has not progressed to that point at all. Even if Zong Luo calmly said that he has someone in his heart, he is only aware of his heartbeat, distance from good feelings, distance from liking, there is a long, long distance.

"So... I'm sorry. Even if this imperial decree comes down, I can't give Miss Shen a wholehearted promise. It's better to refuse earlier, so as not to delay the girl's search for another good match."

Zong Luo lowered his eyes and looked directly at the broken leaves floating in the teacup: "Zong Mou has confessed everything. But if Miss Shen insists... I will abide by my duty and have no complaints."

Finally got to this point.

Mingming kept saying that he shouldered his responsibilities and handed over the choice of marriage to Miss Shen, but in Zong Luo's heart, he was still unwilling to accept that imperial decree.

Because that point is unwilling to express love, but also because of responsibility.

If there was no Yu Beizhou, Zong Luo would definitely not disobey the imperial edict.

Just like what Emperor Yuan said, this is a purely political marriage, and feelings have to be cultivated after marriage. It is best to be in love with each other, if not, it is also very good to treat each other as a guest.

But in Zongluo's heart, marriage is a sacred thing. Even if it is a political marriage, before the marriage, one has to be free of one's own heart before it can accept the purpose. Otherwise it is irresponsible to others.

There was silence in the pavilion.

From the beginning to the end, Shen Xinyue did not take a sip of the tea in front of her, until the hot steam from the tea soup disappeared, and she could no longer see it.

After a long time, she said softly, "Your Highness, you didn't have to tell me these words originally."

With the sage's love for the prince, but refusing an imperial decree for marriage, why is it difficult?

Zongluo: "I know. It's just that I feel that Miss Shen has the right to know. And I have to be ashamed of this matter. Even if I want to refuse the marriage, it must be brought up by Miss Shen."

Emperor Yuan did not cover up the marriage. But one day, the imperial city received a lot of rumors.

If Zong Luo refused to marry, he would be relieved, but Shen Xinyue would be miserable.

This kind of thing is a devastating blow to the reputation of the woman who has not left the cabinet. Even the young lady of the Shen family will definitely be greatly affected if she finds a husband in the future.

So... only Shen Xinyue can come.

This man is so gentle.

Whether it is a prince or a prince, this gentleness never changes because of status.

Even if it is so cruel.

Shen Xinyue's eyes slowly began to turn red.

She sat for a long time, like a silent statue: "I... Your Highness, can you give me some time to think about it? When I go back, I tell my grandfather, I beg Your Majesty not to issue an decree so early. I have some time."