Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The sky was dark and cloudy, so dark that it was almost impossible to see the rest of the color.

The continuous rain fell from the high clouds and fell to the boundless and vast earth in a decisive gesture.

This area has not had such heavy rain for a long time.

One by one, falling from the end of the sky, one after another, weaving into blurred colors, as if the end will never be seen.

In the rain curtain, a team of ghostly fast horses cut into the rain, galloping and whipping.

The head of the man was wearing an oil coat, with only a little carefully stitched material showing where the neck and arms were exposed. The white hair hanging under the curtain under the wide hat was raised, and the ends of the hair were soaked, as if floating on the top of a mountain. The unsullied beauty is better than the snow, the indifference of the frost.

This team of light cavalry was moving too fast, and the sound was obscured by the pouring rain, so that the clues were revealed only after a very close distance.

Xuanqi, who was stationed outside the temporary military camp, was still on inspection just now. When he turned around after the shift, he was so scared that his heart was broken, and he hurriedly blew the horn of the enemy's attack.

"Enemy attack—!"

The sound of the horn ripped apart the heavy rain.

The Xuanqi in the military camp immediately picked up the weapon at the fastest speed and rushed into the torrential rain.

In just a moment, outside the tent of Xuanqi was filled with soldiers in cold armor.

The rain washed the eyes of a pair of enemies, and the cavalry guards outside quickly placed the sharp pears that blocked the horses from advancing, holding bronze-cast cold spears in their hands, ready to shoot down the approaching enemy troops at any time.

Mu Yuanlong also carried a long sword and walked out of the tent.

Most of the vision blocked by the heavy rain curtain, he could only see the dark rain hat and the horse's hooves rising more and more rapidly.

However, in this hustle and bustle atmosphere, the steed white horse that stabbed out of the rain was still speeding up, even accelerating.

Are you looking for death? !

Seeing that the team of horses not only did not slow down, but instead increased their speed, Rao was Mu Yuanlong was also surprised.

You must know that the one who stopped in front of the military camp was a sharp pear that was several feet high. If you hit it directly, you would be stabbed and bloodied, and people would be turned over on their backs.

"Da da da da da..."

Closer, closer.

In an instant, the divinely steed white horse that rushed out of the rain jumped high, easily jumped over the high sharp pears, and landed firmly on the ground in the military camp.

As long as you are Xuanqi, you will not be unfamiliar with this horse.

Not to mention bullying other horses in the stable, the whole army still treats it as a little princess, and the best grass cake is the first to leave it to this one. Now, with the improvement of the master's status, the tide has risen, and people are cheering and welcoming wherever he goes, and he is very arrogant.

Zhao Yebai kicked on the spot and quickly ran to the shelter from the rain.

The man on the horse pulled down his hat, revealing a handsome face.

Just when everyone opened their eyes, a high announcement came: "His Royal Highness is here!"

Mu Yuanlong was completely stunned.

However, his subconscious reaction was faster than his thoughts, and he quickly knelt on the ground halfway, with a happy and respectful expression: "My minister, see His Royal Highness!"

Zong Luo rolled over and dismounted, the rain dripping down from the oil coat.

After seeing his lieutenant, his indifferent expression finally loosened: "Yuanlong."

"Why did His Highness appear here? Did you come to see His Highness the Eighth?"

After the surprise, Mu Yuanlong was still in shock.

Just now, he really thought that Xuan Qi's track was exposed, which team of elite soldiers from Wei Guo came to spy on and kill him. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be His Highness who was supposed to be far away in the imperial city.

The white-clothed prince took off his mino robe and handed it to the dark guard who followed him.

He opened his palm, showing half of the Xuanqi tiger talisman lying in his palm, and said indifferently: "Your Majesty has an order, I will take over the Xuanqi and its frontal army in the battle of Weiguo."

The prince cannot command the army. But the tiger talisman cannot be faked.

Facing Xuanqi, Zongluo didn't need this tiger talisman. This tiger talisman was given to the other two generals who also participated in the battle against Weiguo.

Sure enough, even though it was impossible to explain in theory why Emperor Yuan would allow the prince to go out to lead troops, the deputy general of Xuanqi did not question the slightest, but said loudly: "I will obey the military orders!"

"I respectfully obey the military orders!"

The battle against Weiguo was the last battle of Dayuan's conquest of the world for many years.

To rule the world, the great achievements of no one before and no comer are imminent, and no general of the Great Abyss wants to participate in it.

To be able to fight side by side with His Royal Highness who is loyal to him at such a moment that symbolizes glory and is enough to be remembered in history is a very happy thing in itself.

Zong Luo nodded.

After a long while, he suddenly said: "Where is the King of Beining?"

Yu Beizhou led the mysterious cavalry this time, but only had the command right in wartime.

According to the military law, he took the tiger talisman, and the previous general who held the command should hand over to him. Even if there is no handover, the prince should at least come out to greet him when he comes in person.

However, the largest, standing in the rain, the main general's tent was silent, and there was no sign that anyone was about to appear.

Mu Yuanlong walked to the tent, and after softly reporting it, he raised the tent.

The firewood in the brazier was still burning, the marching map was placed on the table, and there was no one inside.

On the contrary, Zong Ruichen, who had just finished sorting out the letters in the army and walked out of the logistics tent, scratched his head: "Just when the third brother came, the King of Beining went to the stable."

Going to the stables, what else can I do other than lead a horse?

He rushed over from the imperial city and rushed over in the rain, but Yu Beizhou was better. Seeing him coming, he turned around and left. Zong Luo almost didn't get angry.

"Okay, thank you little eight."

The fatigue of traveling day and night completely disappeared, and the hand hanging by his side was tightly folded.

The white-robed prince turned around, stepped on the stirrup without saying a word, turned on his horse, did not even take the hat and robe, clamped the horse's back, and rushed into the storm.

"Your Highness, you..."

When Mu Yuanlong reacted, the whiteness had disappeared into the layers of rain curtains and was never seen again.

......

The rain is still falling, and it is getting heavier.

Behind the dark clouds, thunder roared, and the earth and sky turned a dull black. Not far away, because of the heavy rain, the landslide rolled down.

Zong Luo rode Zhao Yebai, galloping in this vast twilight, his body was soaked by the cold rain. Some ran down the white hair, against the cheeks, dripping from the chin.

Occasionally there will be thunder, and the bifurcated electric light pierces the earth from the sky, pushing all the deep colors away, illuminating everything as if it were daylight.

Another horse was galloping not far away, and the red coat on the black horse's back was washed away by the rain to a gaudy and incomprehensible, fresh like flowing blood.

In a trance, Zong Luo thought that he had returned to the impoverished gate of half a year ago.

On that vast and uninhabited snowfield that was silent to the point of death, they were also the same angry horses in fresh clothes, galloping on horses, rejoicing in their grievances, and wantonly venting their love and hatred.

However, now, not only the people who are chasing, but also the state of mind are completely different from before.

At that time, Zong Luoai was more than a heartbreaker. Under the severe impact, he was full of pain, exhausted and speechless. I just want to clarify everything with Yu Beizhou, and then fly away and never come back.

But now, Zong Luo is full of anger, all the pain is turned into mockery and ridicule, numbness casts a sharp knife and anger, quenching the indomitable wild fierce, no blood will not return.

"Yu Beizhou."

He sneered and shouted loudly in the storm: "For the first time, I know that you are such a coward who dares to act and dares not, and only knows how to flee in embarrassment."

Zong Luo used his inner strength, and his voice was clear and long, like a sharp sword, piercing through the heavy rain curtain and echoing in the deserted field.

"Rumble rumble—"

Just at this moment, thunder and lightning crashed into Makino.

In an instant, the dark horse was still galloping in the distance.

However, there was no one on the saddle.

"——!!!"

The next second, without the slightest warning, a gigantic force like a thousand jins struck from the darkness.

Zong Luo didn't notice for a while, and was hit by the force that seemed to drag him down to the tar fire and the endless hell, and his posture was staggered.

Together they fell from their horses and rolled onto the puddles of grassland, splashing clean water.

In the dark night, the pouring rain, the soaked people fell to each other on horseback.

Under the dark clouds and lightning flashes in the sky, it is not clear who is more embarrassed at this moment.

Or maybe both are equally embarrassed.

"A coward? Senior brother, you actually call me a coward?"

In the endless sound of rain, Yu Beizhou's chest heaved and he burst into laughter.

His senior brother would never know how much effort he had put in to resist the urge to lock up this man and seize it before he left the imperial city.

Good and evil are only for a moment, let alone a soul like Yu Beizhou who goes his own way and acts recklessly.

"Isn't this His Royal Highness who should stay in the imperial city? Why, the red tent spring night, the beautiful woman can't satisfy you anymore, and you have to chase after thousands of miles to seek approval from the poor junior brother?"

Before Yu Beizhou could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a punch in the face.

The punch was so heavy that it almost broke the bridge of his nose.

The person who straddled/sit on him sneered and replied, "Yeah. Miss Shen has a strong heart, Bingxue is smart, and there is no comparison with you, a liar full of lies."

This sentence is like a fuse/wire, detonating everything.

What followed was a whirlwind.

The positions of the two people were instantly reversed.

When I think of the scene where the person in front of me is kissing me with others, the boundless jealousy seems to go crazy, sweeping over the last reason of the person, like a string that suddenly breaks.

The young man in red bowed his head, his eyes were red with madness: "Senior brother doesn't really think that junior brother doesn't dare to do anything to you, right?"

Hot arms grip him firmly,

The body that was drenched and clinging in the cold rain was also burning wildly in this poisonous fire of jealousy.

Yu Beizhou smiled cruelly, as if this could cover up those unknown fears.

His hands were like sticky venomous snakes, circling around his slender waist.

In the dark corner where no one can see, the hot red blade is against the tight line of defense. It was as if they were going to hack in this place where the sky was covered, and let each other experience the pain of forced possession without the slightest preparation.

"Does the young lady who was given marriage know that the high-ranking Crown Prince would be so polite/inherited/happy under his junior brother?"

However, in the next second, pain came from the scalp.

Zong Luo grabbed the loose black hair of the young man in red with one hand and forced the latter to look up.

Yu Beizhou's brows didn't wrinkle, but he had to raise his head because of the force and look directly at those warm and clear eyes.

At this moment, these eyes were burning with anger caused by him, and they were amazingly beautiful.

After a moment of silence, Zong Luo suddenly laughed.

This smile was no longer as soft as it used to be, but instead revealed a deep-rooted sarcasm.

Between lightning and flint. He thought, he finally understood.

Understand the identity that was almost imposed, the bloody words, everything that was done silently, and the giving without expecting anything in return.

"You are jealous, Yu Beizhou."

The prince in white lying on the ground said mockingly: "You are afraid, you are afraid, you are running away."

Only children do this, hiding their fears by hurting others.

In order to appease his fears, the protagonist of the original book, who was always proud and unrestrained, used the most clumsy means to arm himself with thorns to cover up the deepest truth.

Zongluo never knew that madmen also have fears.

"You're afraid, you don't dare to think deeply, and you don't dare to admit it. It's because after admitting this fact, the hatred of your two lifetimes will be emptied in an instant. It's impossible to talk about it. Do you know why?"

At this moment, Yu Beizhou's expression froze.

He suddenly raised his hand, trying to cover the chattering mouth, as if there would be a ferocious beast that would devour people from there, there was no way to go back, no way to turn around.

Zongluo ripped open his hand and looked straight into those dark eyes, the corners of his mouth curved, as if to declare victory.

"Because you fell in love with me, Yu Beizhou."