Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

On the way out of the barracks, Mu Yuanlong's expression was terrifying.

The cavalry all knew that General Mu was in a bad mood, and because they were all impatient, no one dared to touch the mold at this time, and the road was so quiet that only the sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

Zhao Yebai was the horse left by the third highness. The fifth prince had been greedy for a long time before, so Mu Yuanlong didn’t want to borrow it, but he didn’t even let him take a look.

Fortunately, the fifth prince didn't have the guts to go to Emperor Yuan for a horse, so it's nothing to worry about.

"General Mu, this is...?"

The guards on duty saw that Xuanqi was coming with a group of people, and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire, knowing that the horse left by the third prince had gone missing, and hurriedly notified the commander.

After a while, Duan Junhao hurried over with the sword in his hand, and quickly let go after learning about the situation.

When the third prince was still there, Xuanqi, a cavalry force, was famous in the whole great wilderness. As soon as the flag was erected, the enemy was terrified and morale was greatly reduced.

Although the main general is gone now and the deputy general takes over, his position in the hearts of the people is still undiminished.

As far as the garrison is concerned, in the battle of Hangu Pass a year ago, if the three princes hadn't led the support of 3,000 Xuanqi, not to mention whether their 50,000 army would have been completely wiped out, even the Imperial City of Dayuan would have fallen. possible. Therefore, they usually make it easier for Xuan to ride, and they will try to make it as convenient as possible.

In addition, the guards also provided a lot of clues, and the guards here said that they had not seen any trace of Zhao Yebai. Such a horse in excellent condition will not go into the city without being noticed. As for the young man in white clothes, there are too many, but he has never seen Bai Ling.

Since he didn't enter the city, he must be outside the city.

Mu Yuanlong turned his horse's head: "Spread away and look around the city gate. The other two go to Proton House and ask to see if Ye Proton sees where the people are going."

The mysterious cavalry took their orders away and started a carpet search.

Seeing that this mysterious cavalry general had no intention of leaving for a while, Duan Junhao also asked one more question: "Zhao Yebai was fine in the military camp on weekdays, why did he suddenly get lost?"

It wasn't that he wanted to meddle in his own business, but no one in the army knew that Xuanqi made that baby Zhaoyebai look like eyeballs. In this case, it is still possible to get lost, and I have to say something bizarre.

"Commander Duan doesn't know anything."

Mu Yuanlong didn't shy away: "Recently, according to legend, a student from the Baijia Banquet got Wang Qingyan of Beining, and he made a big splash during the banquet. Commander Duan should have heard about it... This student has gone a bit crooked and slandered. His Highness's pretense is opportunistic, and now he has the idea of ​​Zhao Yebai, which is really hateful."

Hearing this, Duan Junhao looked a little weird.

What happened at the gate of the city that day has spread throughout the imperial city.

Originally thought that this matter would be settled under the interference of King Beining, but Duan Junhao did not expect that these days, many forces came to him to inquire about the specific situation of the day.

These waves of people include not only the few people in Beijing who are fighting for the reserve, but even the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and now even the general Mu of Xuanqi has come, which makes it more and more difficult to see the direction of the situation.

As the commander of the garrison, Duan Junhao was directly loyal to Emperor Yuan just like his father. Therefore, in the face of these forces, he still holds water with his eyes open and will not be biased.

In the end, this thing is wicked.

Even if the disciple named Gu Luo was in the limelight at the Baijia Banquet, he wouldn't have brought all these big men to him, right?

Furthermore, the prince, close friends, subordinates... are all people who have close contact with the third prince.

It is impossible to say that there is no doubt at all.

Duan Junhao remembered that day. At that time, he almost believed in his heart that Gu Luo was the third prince, so he sent someone to Zongzheng/fu to invite someone to come and decide. I didn't expect to kill a Beining King halfway through.

Whether in terms of status or anything else, just based on the number of meetings and familiarity, it is impossible for Duan Junhao to compare with the junior and senior who grew up with the serious children.

Although this matter has come to an end, Duan Junhao still has doubts in his heart, full of hesitation, pressing his doubts deeply in his heart.

He was thinking here, and Mu Yuanlong spoke again over there: "Commander Duan, what happened in front of the city gate that day? Can you tell me in detail?"

Duan Junhao: "..."

These doubts are absolutely impossible to say to Mu Yuanlong.

It is a well-known fact that Xuanqi is all loyal. Since even the King of Beining has denied it, his suspicions are just trivial.

Duan Junhao is ordinary, and he has learned ten percent of Duan Shui Kungfu from his father. So he simply repeated his remarks with other forces, without adding fuel to it.

"What? Still wearing Qixing Longyuan?!"

After listening to this, Mu Yuanlong's face was dark and his brows were tightly knitted.

First, he was dressed like His Highness, and he was wearing Qixing Longyuan, and now Zhao Yebai was involved.

There is also the King of Beining, who is really afraid that the world will not be in chaos. Denying his identity in public, he turned his head and gave him jade.

Thinking of this, Mu Yuanlong was furious.

Even if His Highness was no longer valued by the Sage during his lifetime, he still decided that he should not be humiliated by such Xiao Xiao.

When he pulled the reins, he would go directly to the palace to report and seek justice for his highness.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xuanqi, who was searching everywhere, returned, with a beautiful white horse with a sullen look behind him.

"The night is white!"

Mu Yuanlong hurriedly dismounted, and carefully checked Zhao Yebai's body. After confirming that it was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine."

When His Royal Highness was still there, the degree of doting on his horse was obvious to all. Even in the case of being surrounded as in the first battle of Hangu Pass, Zhao Yebai had to return safely.

Mu Yuanlong didn't dare to think, if Zhao Yebai got lost or something really happened, how shameless he would be to see His Highness after a hundred years.

The cavalry who brought Zhao Yebai back asked, "General Mu, whoever sent to the Proton House...?"

The general in black armor was silent for a while, "You send someone to call them back, no need to ask again."

However, after such an interruption, Mu Yuanlong also calmed down, and after thinking about it, he still delayed the matter that he just wanted to enter the palace to report.

Today's sage is really not a good character, plus His Highness is not favored, this is an indisputable fact. Even if he sacrificed his life for the country and pursued the crown prince, he could not compare to the ninth prince who was pampered in the deep palace.

In addition, Xuanqi had already suffered a stalemate in Nanliang. Although Mu Yuanlong did not say anything when he returned to the court, he only asked him to repair and stand by, but compared to the King of Beining who received the soft-handed reward from the other side, think about it. They also have to sit on the bench for a while.

If this kind of trivial matter goes up, if you can't get it right, Xuan Qi might even be implicated.

Mu Yuanlong can be indifferent, but he can't implicate these brothers who are born and die together.

The Xuanqi master clenched his fists and said reluctantly, "Go back."

Mu Yuanlong was suffocating his stomach.

I just hope that this deceitful person best wishes for his own happiness and does not appear in front of him, otherwise, even if he is punished, he will be forced to walk away.

......

On the other side, Zong Luo instructed the boy to walk into the hospital.

The residences allocated to the students of Baijia are self-contained, with elegant interior decoration, rockeries and flowing water, and unique scenery.

This was originally the former court house, but unfortunately it was on the wrong team, and was later taken by Emperor Yuan with his brother. In the end, it took a lot of effort to build it, and it was a waste of money and money, so the inner buildings were preserved and used for other purposes.

A row of sweet-scented osmanthus trees are planted in the courtyard. Looking around, clusters of pale yellow flower buds push down the branches, and when the wind blows, they fall one after another, and the fragrance is fragrant.

In this quiet background, the fifth prince, dressed in brocade clothes and wearing a jade crown, was standing in front of the desk, his hands folded in his sleeve robes, and he looked at the paintings spread out on the table with great interest.

That painting was painted by Zong Luo when he pretended not to be ill and had nothing to do these days. It specially imitated his own painting skills and brush strokes. Those who have seen his paintings or calligraphy can see the similarities at a glance. .

With Bai Ling blocking him, he could only vaguely see Zong Yuanwu's outline, as for the more subtle expressions, he really couldn't see it.

Hearing the footsteps, the fifth prince with his hands on his back raised his head, and the moment he saw Zong Luo, he straightened his back and stood up straight.

After finishing this set, Zong Yuanwu reacted and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart: "Sir is back."

Of course, clear to clear, looking at this face that looks like the third emperor brother, he still feels uncomfortable. Although he was greedy for that unique swordsmanship, now he was full of expectations and quickly finished speaking, smeared oil on the soles of his feet and walked away.

"I happened to be here today. I remembered that my husband had voted for Hunting Arts, and I think I am missing a good horse that can match the peerless swordsmanship."

Zong Yuanwu laughed awkwardly: "As it happens, this prince has also brought soldiers for a period of time before, and he can still speak in the army."

He handed a waist card to the stone table: "If you don't dislike it, sir, you can take this waist card to pick a horse in the suburbs of Beijing, and take whichever one you like directly."

Saying that, Zong Yuanwu seemed to be afraid of Zong Luo's misunderstanding, so he quickly added: "Mr. Gu must not be polite to this prince, this prince just admires his unparalleled swordsmanship. If you are free, I would like to ask you to come to the house for guidance. One or two, this prince is waiting for you at any time."

Zongluo: "...?"

He tasted Zong Yuanwu's words in disbelief.

Zong Yuanwu just skipped over the painting he put on the table because of his feelings?

This guy is still the brainless look he remembers, and he is so straightforward even when he is courting, and he is not afraid of offending Yu Beizhou.

Zong Luo felt deeply helpless.

Among the younger brothers, Zong Yuanwu was the closest to him. Back then, Zong Luo also practiced this guy's martial arts with his hands, and applied the same thing he brought students in his previous life to the other side.

It's a pity that Zong Yuan's martial arts talent is not focused on martial arts, and he can't teach Guigu Zhenzhuan, and he can't teach anything else. As soon as he encounters the battlefield, he will become a soft-footed shrimp.

However, Zong Yuanwu has a passion for martial arts. It is said that when he was young, he secretly ran away from home with a sword on his back and wanted to go to other schools to learn arts.

Although he told Gu Ziyuan only yesterday that he could release rumors about his origin. If Zong Yuanwu didn't hurry up to investigate, he even came to him to ask for advice?

Among the three princes, the fourth one has a deep scheming, hibernating and forbearing. Lao Liu has long sleeves and is good at dancing, and he lives in a smooth manner. Only the fifth one has a muscle in his head, and he can't do anything.

But behind this guy stood Dingbei Military Mansion. Military power, imperial court, aristocratic family, financial resources... He has almost all of them, and he is naturally a little higher than Lao Liu when it comes to capturing the reserves, otherwise Lao Liu will not form gangs everywhere.

To be reasonable, if Zong Luo was placed in the position of Zong Yuanwu, the crown prince would have been his. That would be like Zong Yuanwu, still here to argue with Zong Yongliu.

To support such a master, I can only say that I feel sorry for the advisors and patrons of the Fifth Prince's mansion for a second.

After sending Zong Yuanwu away, Zong Luo turned his head and sat back at the table under the osmanthus tree, took some tea, and planned to burn a pot to reduce the fire.

As a result, before half of the pot of tea was drunk, the book boy announced that a new distinguished guest had come to the door.

"Is it a good day today, everyone runs to me?"

Zong Luo shook his head, and in disbelief, changed the picture on the table to a more prominent position, waiting for the person to come.

He still didn't believe it.

This time, it was the fourth prince who came.

Finally a wise man came.

Zong Luo knew Zong Cheng's prudent and cunning character under his rambunctious style.

The prince, dressed in fancy clothes, walked in with a smile on his face: "I watched Mr. swordsmanship at the banquet that day, and was shocked. It's just that Mr. didn't attend for the next few days. Please don't blame Mr.

Sure enough, Zong Chengsi was a silent test of words when he came, and his breath stopped after seeing the painting, obviously he saw something.

He first used beautiful and gorgeous words to boast about his swordsmanship at the Baijia Banquet that day, and then thoughtfully cared about Zong Luo's absence these days. In fact, the real intention behind the words was still a test.

Zongluo has three cards, True Identity, Amnesia, and Blindness.

Facing different people, he will play different cards. Blindness is the last trump card to keep. Except for Yu Beizhou, who ripped off his vest in a very unreasonable manner, even facing Emperor Yuan, he has to hold on tight. The last card.

"His Royal Highness has been worrying too much. Caomin has been ill for the past few days, but he is no longer in serious trouble."

In the face of these hidden edge chats, Zong Luo calmly handed over the information and pushed it back as if playing Tai Chi.

"It turns out that it's fine, sir."

Zong Chengsi forgot to sit on the ground, and suddenly the conversation changed: "I thought it was at the banquet that day, the fifth emperor did not intend to offend the gentleman, which made him unhappy, here I will first apologize for his ignorance, and also ask the gentleman to make sure Don't take it to heart."

Zong Luo smiled slightly: "Nothing."

Look at this position, it is not the same level as the fifth.

"Sir is really generous."

Sure enough, Zong Chengsi followed this topic down: "...Maybe this is a bit offensive, but Mr. is very similar to an old friend of mine."

More than like.

Relying on the fact that Zong Luo could not see, Zong Cheng scrutinized the person opposite him recklessly.

The young man with eyes wrapped in white silk sat in front of the table, like a pine and a bamboo.

He was very thin, and the spotless white clothes hung on his body, which made his skin pale and fragile. When I got closer to sit, even the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden was tinged with the stinky medicinal smell, but it smelled so good that it almost made people sink in.

Sitting just like that, there seems to be a fragile feeling like the autumn frost and the full moon.

That was the fragility he had never seen in the Three Emperor Brothers before his amnesia.

It's like putting the sword across the neck in a dream, letting the cold rain drip down the sword body, and the temples wet the corners of the clothes and lips, making people... fascinated.

Zong Chengsi unfolded his folding fan, and his usual dandy peach blossom eyes were a little darker.

Before coming to visit, Zong Chengsi had already determined 70% of this person's identity.

A year ago, he was seriously injured and lost his memory. He was picked up by the Confucianists in the country.

Even the most cautious he had to admit.

The elder brother who was buried in the imperial mausoleum and pursued the title of the crown prince did not really die.

But when he returned, he was blinded and lost his memory and became a medicine jar, forgetting everything.