Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Seeing that King Beining followed the prince in white and walked into the military tent together, Pei Qianxue couldn't help clenching his hands tightly, and all kinds of panic suddenly surged in his heart.

I don't know why, but for the first time, Pei Qianxue hated his prudence so much, and hated those who devised a strategy, those who were completely rational.

It was because of reason that he knew that Jin Yu was just friendship with him. It is also prudence and reason that let him speak back to his mouth, but he will only be unable to say it for various reasons.

When he was in the imperial city, Pei Qianxue was delayed because of his status; when he was on the front line, because of the war and military reasons, he was originally in Baicheng and gave up at the door. Now at the last moment of the battle against Weiguo, it is even more impossible to say.

However, seeing the familiarity and intimacy between Zongluo and Yu Beizhou, Pei Qianxue only felt as if a knife had been slashed through her heart, and it was painful.

Jealousy fermented like a poisonous snake, a half-moon-shaped nail print was printed on the palm of the hand, and blood dripped from the center.

However, soon, a sword energy soaring to the sky suddenly flashed in the main barracks. The group of red and white people who followed Zong Luo into the military tent just now was forced to retreat, took a few steps back, and exited the tent all the way, barely stabilizing their figure.

"His Royal Highness is really cruel, throw it away when you're done."

Yu Beizhou still had a lazy smile on his face, and took care of his clothes slowly.

The military tent was silent, only a cold hum came.

The lieutenant of the Tianji Army stood there tremblingly, not daring to say a word.

He thought for a while, thinking about the need to deal with military affairs after returning, it is better to go back and listen to the reports of the past few days.

"Alas, I was so affectionate just now, but now I abandon it."

Yu Beizhou glanced at Pei Qianxue, who had been silently looking at him, and deliberately lowered his voice, making him look extra sweet and greasy: "That's it. It's a big deal, Junior Brother will come back later. After dark, your Highness will not be so cold."

This time, he didn't even snort, he just threw out a roll of bamboo slips.

The latter stretched out his hand lazily, and accurately took the bamboo slip into his arms, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your permission."

Zongluo in the tent: "..."

Just speechless, who promised you!

As can be seen with the naked eye, Pei Qianxue's expression turned a little worse.

Yu Beizhou was finally satisfied, and he left with the bamboo slips in his mouth, humming indistinct songs along the way, provocatively.

......

From the ghost valley to the military camp, the distance is not short.

Not to mention the bumpy road, he did so many absurd things along the way, he was too tired now, and even Pei Qianxue hadn't seen him. After listening to the report, he washed away the dust and slept hastily.

At dawn the next day, Zong Luo subconsciously pushed away the arm resting on his hand when he felt the heat source beside him. After waiting for a second, he reacted immediately and suddenly sat up: "Why are you here?!"

Before going to bed, Zongluo ordered the soldiers guarding the tent so that they could not put anyone in. You must know that the main tent is guarded by soldiers guarding the whole circle, one at five steps, and not even a fly can fly in. Who knows how Yu Beizhou got in.

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, the voice of the young man in red was still a bit hoarse: "His Highness slept so soundly, and he didn't have the slightest defense in his dream. I can't rest assured, and naturally I have to protect His Highness closely."

Strange to say.

In the first few days of Guigu, even if this person didn't touch him, he had to hug him and sleep on the Hanyu bed together at night.

It has to be said that for the two martial arts practitioners who are both vigilant, this is a torture.

The most basic of martial arts is vigilance. When I was still in Ghost Valley, there was often a similar training at the beginning. The puppet or the servant put things next to their bed in the middle of the night, and the training was repeated. What's more, in the military camp, assassination is as common as scouts, and he has long exercised the conditioned reflex to wake up after a little trouble.

Lying so close together can't sleep at all. Unless it was the first day that he was exhausted from close-to-body combat, Zongluo couldn't sleep at all, so he kept his eyes open until dawn.

The next day he didn't want to say anything and slept with Yu Beizhou. But the man always crawled onto his bed with unerring precision, and then stayed up all night.

On the third day, Zong Luo got bored and fought directly with him. During the period, another accident happened. Someone recovered a little better than him, so he had the upper hand. The white-robed prince was pressed on the cold jade bed and groped. It also has the reputation of never going in, just to practice the human body structure on the prints.

Of course, because after all, the first time was too intense and there were still injuries. It was rare for Yu Beizhou to be considerate once, and he didn't go in, but he did a lot of things to make His Highness run down.

On the fourth day, Zongluo, who had finished recuperating, turned his back on the guest and beat Yu Beizhou firmly. Then, as expected, this person was hit again.

On the fifth day, repeat the process of fighting each other. Day 6, Day 7...

Of course, as the fight became more and more proficient, the occasional waking up in the middle of the night and turning over and choking people became less and less frequent.

It wasn't until last night that Zong Luo discovered that in just half a month, he subconsciously divided this once hated enemy into a "harmless" area.

However, it is obvious that Yu Beizhou is definitely harmless, judging from the fact that he started to chrome his things under the bedding early in the morning.

But this is still a very dangerous signal.

"Yu Beizhou." Zongluo suppressed his anger: "I told you long ago when I was in Guigu, the spring breeze was all for a while. You owe me and I owe you, and now that you are alive, your grievances and grievances can be written off."

Yu Beizhou didn't reveal his weird dream at all, just like Zong Luo didn't say that he used forbidden techniques. But even if they didn't say it, both of them knew in their hearts.

Yet this is still a dead end.

They are not children anymore. In the isolated ghost valley, they can indulge wildly and linger, but their identities have not changed in the slightest after they left the valley.

Even the elixir is gone.

Zongluo can't talk about regrets, but in the current situation, unless Yu Beizhou is willing to go to Emperor Yuan with him after defeating Weiguo to explain the cause and effect clearly. Otherwise, it is useless to attract each other again and be fascinated.

He didn't say this, but Yu Beizhou also understood.

This person created a cage with all his power and pearls.

Even if he told the truth when he was on the verge of death, Zongluo didn't want those alms that Zongluo thought were given to him.

The trouble should end it.

Zongluo is forcing Yu Beizhou. Force him to take all this back with his own hands, otherwise when he returns to the imperial city, even if he can refuse the marriage once, he cannot refuse the second or third time.

However, even if Yu Beizhou gets all this back, it may anger Emperor Yuan, maybe he will die, maybe the prince will become Yu Beizhou, and then let Yu Beizhou repeat this process... or another possibility, they all Drop it all.

In the future, no matter what happens, Zongluo is willing to take responsibility with Yu Beizhou.

When the hatred that spanned two lifetimes became a joke, it was of course hard to accept. The elixir that meant letting go before his death had already surprised Zong Luo. But letting Yu Beizhou give up these things alive is probably more uncomfortable than letting him die.

So Zongluo waited patiently. No matter whether you love or hate, you can accept it regardless of strangers.

A life and death smoothed out those proud edges and corners, but an answer sheet is always needed.

In Guigu, even on the way back, Zong Luo turned a blind eye.

But when Yu Beizhou was still so condescending in a serious place like the military camp, he couldn't bear it any longer.

If he didn't give him an answer, Zongluo would really turn his face and ignore him.

"In the early morning, what are you doing with these unpleasant words, brother?"

Yu Beizhou's voice was vague, he hugged him tighter, leaned in and stole a kiss.

He rubs suggestively, expressing his enthusiasm.

However, Zong Luo brushed his hand extremely coldly, and went straight to get dressed.

A pair of hot hands came around from behind, and easily gathered the long smooth silver-white hair. Obviously, some people don't like the evaluation of "poor technique" very much. Whether it is the technique of combing hair or other techniques, they have to be as perfect as possible before they are willing to let his senior brother go.

When combing his hair, Yu Beizhou bit his headband, and suddenly said casually: "Senior brother didn't say at the beginning that there is no personal relationship on the battlefield, why do you insist on this issue?"

Zong Luo was stunned for a moment.

He did say this, but he said it to Pei Qianxue when he was in Baicheng that day.

Who would have thought that Yu Beizhou would actually listen to him.

Is this person really so haunted?

"..." He paused: "You promised me in Ghost Valley."

On the last day before leaving the valley, in front of the peach blossom pile, Yu Beizhou also used the same words to prevaricate him. It is very unpleasant to talk about such a topic in this situation, and as a result, it may be unbearable because of anger, so I added that if it is the last time, senior brother should be more enthusiastic and active.

Of course, it turned out that it wasn't the last time Zong Luo thought.

When they returned to the barracks later, they were on horseback, and when they were sleeping on the grassland, there were many, many times.

Just like Yu Beizhou can't admit it now, it's just that he wants to tease his senior brother, watching the white-clothed prince strenuously straighten up and down, so embarrassed that his toes are curled up, and the redness spreads from the end of his eyes to his neck.

If he said this, he would be killed on the spot, and he still knew that.

Therefore, Yu Beizhou is very knowledgeable and ignores this topic without any trace: "Tomorrow, the younger brother will be in command. If Wei Guo can be taken down, will the senior brother give him any reward?"

Tomorrow is the last battle against Weiguo. If you win, you have won completely.

However, it is difficult to say what decisive results can be achieved in one battle against the well-armed Organ City. After the Da Yuan generals discussed it, they were all ready to fight a protracted war.

This means that after the battle is over, we can talk about other things.

Even though he was quite critical of Yu Beizhou's change of topic and time delay, Zong Luo, as the chief general, had to admit that what he said made sense.

Still entangled in this kind of thing on the battlefield, he was really influenced by Yu Beizhou's love brain full of waste.

Of course, this is also the last concession.

Their matter is far from settled. The scars and ravines are either made up or broken, and will not be changed by indulgence.

Zong Luo took a deep look at Yu Beizhou, pressed down those irritable emotions, and said lightly, "Look at your performance."