Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The barracks was still filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The generals walked around, the sound of the heavy armor moving clacked. Pei Qianxue was urgently responding to the next military report, and was still in a hurry even at night.

Happy to be happy, the King of Beining is brave and natural, but this time it was indeed a stalemate between the two sides, and finally Wei Guo suddenly opened the city gate.

You know, the opening of the city gate is a sign of surrender.

To say that Wei Guo was frightened by Yu Beizhou would be a bit of a fantasy.

Although Da Yuan's victory is inevitable, the time cost and human and material resources cannot be ignored. After all, this is a battle against the country. Falling into this field, Wei Guo naturally resisted and did not want to sit still.

Most importantly, the city gates opened suddenly.

The defending soldiers of the other city gates were still struggling to resist, but the side gate on the west side was opened directly. This gave the Dayuan army an opportunity to take advantage of, and although they struggled to resist in the follow-up, they were defeated by Yu Beizhou's desperate tactics and forcefully captured the city gate. Helpless, the Patriotic Army had to set up trenches on the street and continue to resist.

All of the above... It really doesn't look like surrender.

Everything went smoothly, but there might be a fraud.

So after laying down a city gate, Yu Beizhou did not choose to advance directly, but just stationed.

However, even if there is a fraud, taking the initiative to open the city gate is also a good news for Da Yuan. As long as you grasp it well, it is not a problem to win it in one fell swoop.

Of course, none of this has much to do with Yu Beizhou.

Post-war counts like this, or even street battles, can be taken over by other generals.

In a commotion.

The people behind him were still chattering, while talking about the reward, while wrapping the thick white fur, his hot hands were placed on his eyes, like a koala that was coquettishly hugging a koala that was unwilling to let go.

"What reward do you want to give me? Why don't you reward your brother for a good time?"

Zong Luo paused.

He suddenly raised his hand and pulled Yu Beizhou's hand away from his eyes one finger at a time.

The young man in red is still in that lazy attitude. The only thing that was wrong was that this man actually put on the white fur cloak that had always been loose and hung at one end.

Looking back at Zongluo, Yu Beizhou's smile grew stronger.

He just wanted to hint at the reward he expected, but he didn't expect the former to grab his wrist and drag the person directly to the main tent.

The strength was only great, and Yu Beizhou couldn't help but be astonished by two points.

However, he was stunned. He has always been the kind of character who climbs up the pole and has an inch to measure. He immediately changed his posture very actively, and smiled and intertwined his fingers with the prince in white.

Fortunately, at this time, everyone was immersed in joy or plans for follow-up arrangements. When they saw it, they bowed their heads and called to His Royal Highness or Prince, but failed to notice the strange atmosphere between the two.

After waiting in the main tent, Zong Luo turned around and said coldly, "Take off your clothes."

Yu Beizhou paused in his heart, but still had that cynical smile on his face: "It's only been two days, the senior brother is so enthusiastic, the junior brother really can't stand it. Although it is night now, there are still people everywhere. Of course, senior brother If you don't mind, Junior Brother will naturally..."

Zong Luo was not in the mood to listen to the nonsense in this mouth, so he started to pick it up.

Yu Beizhou still didn't stop Zong Luo's behavior.

So the latter simply removed the belt and let the dark red clothes on the upper body stack and fall loosely.

The beautifully shaped and powerful abdominal muscles are immediately exposed to the air.

The only thing that stood out was the thick white bandage wrapped around the left chest, and there were traces of blood oozing above it.

On the contrary, the piece of heart is flat. The ferocious arrow wounds caused by the God Machine Crossbow had recovered very well, at least from the surface, it could not be seen at all. Not long ago, this place experienced a serious injury that was enough to cause death.

"How is this going?!"

A cold hand touched it.

Compared with the fierce words, the force on the fingertips was so light that it couldn't be lighter.

The bandage is very long, wrapping from the left chest to the arm, enough to see the severity of the injury.

When this person posted it just now, Zong Luo noticed the faint smell of blood.

Obviously, the reason why he didn't see Yu Beizhou in front of the camp should be that this person came back from the front line ahead of time and secretly treated the wound before coming to him under the guise that nothing happened.

The young man in red looked indifferent: "It's just a small injury."

"You call this a small injury?!" Zong Luo suddenly raised his voice.

If it wasn't for a serious injury, the scout would not report it specially.

All the organs on the wall of the Imperial City of the Kingdom of Wei were activated, and the generals guarding the city ordered each of them to be aimed at the red and white generals on the battlefield.

Not to mention that the King of Beining's reputation for killing gods is too terrifying, killing one enemy a hundred, wearing it like this on the battlefield will always be the target of fire.

Countless times, Zong Luo sat in the military tent, and regretted uncontrollably in his heart.

He should have asked Yu Beizhou to change his clothes. The red and white color matching clothes are like being welded to this person, let's not mention it in the past. Now in this kind of place, he has lost his luck, how can he be the same as playing the family?

Staring at the prince in white with an angry face, Yu Beizhou suddenly smiled: "Is senior brother caring about me?"

This is a sweet smile that comes from the heart instead of the most common sarcasm in the past, laziness and indifference, coolness and malice.

In an instant, Zong Luo remembered the gray day more than half a month ago.

The red-clothed youth was covered in blood, and his heart was smashed into pieces. Holding him tightly in front of thousands of troops, his voice was morbidly content, struggling to get close to his ear and ask Senior Brother, are you afraid? Afraid that I will die?

Senior Brother Yu Beizhou is as happy as a child with any emotion that arises because of him.

Zong Luo wanted to deny his concern, but when the words came to his lips, only a sneer remained: "I'm very angry."

Angry that Yu Beizhou didn't give him an answer, angry that this person didn't care about his body so much.

You know, the heart that is beating in Yu Beizhou's chest now is half of it.

If you practice your own body like this, the owner of the heart will only feel chilled.

Disappointingly, Yu Beizhou did not speak again.

He just lazily clenched the hand that was intertwined with him, skillfully changed the subject, and eagerly asked his senior brother for his reward.

For the first time in the world, the reward after winning the battle this time was just to sleep with him in his arms.

This made Zong Luo, who had already been made to be asked excessively and rejected it with a belly, was a little surprised.

Other than that, Zong Luo guessed nothing wrong.

The injury Yu Beizhou suffered was not an "ordinary minor injury" in his mouth at all.

In the middle of the night, Zong Luo was woken up by the heat in his sleeping bag.

He touched the head buried in his shoulder and started to feel an abnormal heat.

"Yu Beizhou, Yu Beizhou?"

The latter did not respond, his face was flushed/red, and he was sweating profusely.

The prince in white hurriedly got up, put on his robe, and hurriedly went out to summon the military doctor.

It is now midnight, the stars are twinkling, and the wild insects are chirping.

The military doctor was taken to the main tent, and he was obviously frightened when he saw King Beining lying in the main general's quilt.

Yet this is not the time to explain this either.

Besides, in their identities, there is really no need to explain to anyone present.

"My lord is seriously injured, and there are old wounds on his body, which is why he developed a high fever."

After some testing, the military doctor immediately felt strange.

He has followed the Tianji Army for many years, and he has not seen more serious injuries, but he has never seen a prince who has always been in excellent physical condition suffer from such a serious illness.

When it comes to high fever, it is not too big or too small.

There are few special symptomatic drugs for this type of disease, not to mention that Yu Beizhou does not simply have a high fever. He was sweating profusely for a while, and then rolled into the bedding and shivered. He felt chills and fever, and even the military doctor was helpless, so he could only give a few injections and prescribed medicines that were better than nothing.

Before leaving, the military doctor said, "If it really doesn't work, Your Highness may be able to try internal force therapy."

Life should not be in danger. It's just that tonight will be extra hard.

After receiving this answer, Zong Luo, who had been worried for a long time, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

When the silence around the main tent returned to midnight again, the white-clothed prince dispersed all the servants, brought a basin of water in person, wrung out the handkerchief carefully, and was about to cover Yu Beizhou's head when he felt a corner of his clothes. Pulled lightly.

The young man in red said in a daze: "Senior brother, are you angry?"

Zong Luo said coldly, "No."

Even if Yu Beizhou was burned to the point of unconsciousness, he knew that the senior brother must be duplicating his words.

So he said a little aggrievedly: "These are really just ordinary injuries."

Even though he was once the son of destiny, Yu Beizhou couldn't count how many life-and-death situations he had encountered in his two lifetimes. For the sake of the person, life and death are naturally put aside.

Not to mention him, Zongluo is also the same. If Emperor Yuan hadn't begged Taiwu to take action, he probably wouldn't have survived the disaster he once had.

"I know."

Perhaps the person in front of him looks too weak now, and his forehead is hot when his fingertips touch it; The emotions in Luo's heart finally exploded.

He was worried, he was panicking, he was restless.

After seeing Yu Beizhou make himself like this, all these turned into anger that could not be covered up.

"Yu Beizhou, do you know that the heart on your body is now cut off by me."

The prince in white deeply suppressed his anger: "Master used a forbidden technique for us. I gave you half of my life, and you only have this half of life. In the future, we will be linked by life and death, and we will depend on each other for good and bad."

How can the forbidden technique to bring people back from the dead is so easy to perform?

Not only to lose life, but also to have half of the heart. In the future, Zongluo and Yu Beizhou will become a community of destiny. If one of them dies, the other will be seriously injured if he doesn't die, and there will be no two days to live.

"If I had known that you didn't cherish your life like this, I shouldn't have saved you that day."

The more Zong Luo spoke, the more angry he became, and there was an unreasonable grievance in his heart.

Yu Beizhou never said that he used his qi to use his life for them to come back again.

He shouldn't have said that. However, once the emotional burst is opened, it can no longer be held back.

Perhaps it was because of his stubbornness that he decided that what was before his death did not count. Whether it was love or Yu Beizhou's "hate", he had to be upright and say it seriously.

Mingming Zongluo also knows that even if they can't get the answer they want, they can't break it off and restore it to two straight lines that never intersect.

Once upon a time, he and Yu Beizhou were only tightly entangled in fate, inseparable like a mirror. But if one party is completely ruthless and doesn't pay attention to the life and death of the other, it can still be cut clean.

However, after he begged Guiguzi to perform surgery, it was no longer possible.

This is the true sense of life-to-life connection.

How can I break it clean?

Going around in circles, it's just fulfilling Yu Beizhou's wish, forever owed to each other, forever entangled.

But this person is a good person, he doesn't cherish his life, and he doesn't even want to give an answer.

After a long time, a sigh came from the quilt.

Suddenly, the standing prince in white was pulled into a hot embrace.

Strong arms locked him firmly, and a fiery breath sounded in his ears: "Senior brother."

Yu Beizhou is a dead duck with a hard mouth.

He would rather let Zong Luo misunderstand than defend himself.

However, after really making his senior brother angry, he was the one who felt distressed in the end. He had to surrender and admit defeat, put down his pride, and honestly and obediently explained his thoughts.

The voice that has always been wanton and publicized, but at this moment is hoarse and helpless: "What you said, Junior Brother is naturally... willing."

The prince in white, who was tightly bound in the quilt, opened his eyes wide.

As early as the second night of Guigu Hanyu Bed, Zongluo made it clear to Yu Beizhou.

If you want to get on this bed, you have to go back to the imperial city with him, and make a clear statement with Emperor Tong Yuan and make a decision.

Only by severing the troubles between them, can they fall asleep with love and hate together. It is possible to talk later. Unless it is a spring breeze, let go of the ninety-nine steps you have taken, and turn around and go back to the origin.

That night, Zong Luo did not wait for an answer.

At that time, Yu Beizhou changed the topic with a smile on his face, and finally got into bed, so the topic was gone.

Not even just this time, but several times in the future.

Zongluo has forced Yu Beizhou to give him an answer since the beginning of Guigu. The latter are either diverted, vague, or deliberately read in reverse. With a casual smile on his face, he looks extremely heartless and never answers directly.

At first, Zong Luo thought that this person was used to being arrogant, and asking him to let go of his hatred for two lifetimes must be harder than reaching the sky.

He never considered another possibility, and never dared to think about it.

——From the beginning, Yu Beizhou acquiesced to his words.

The dream I had when I was about to die was an ordinary dream certified by the Heavenly Dao seal.

For Yu Beizhou, it was by no means a dream, but a fact that actually happened.

When he saw his senior brother from another time and space fall in a pool of blood, he knew clearly that he had lost completely.

Before he knew it, Yu Beizhou was willing to give everything for Zongluo before he knew it.

How difficult it is to live, how difficult it is to stay together.

Compared with life and death, what Zong Luo said was nothing at all.

As for why he didn't say...

Yu Beizhou said sullenly, "I have no luck in my life."

His voice was calm, and Zong Luo actually heard a bit of sadness.

Yu Beizhou had never soberly been so frank in front of another person before his death.

For someone who has always been arrogant, admitting his powerlessness is really harder than killing him.

"Although it is just a battle with a doomed ending, it is undeniable that ... there is also the possibility of death."

The young man in red deliberately raised his tone, with a cheerful and joking tone: "If junior brother promised senior brother to return to the imperial city to clarify everything, but accidentally died on the battlefield, wouldn't senior brother be a widow alone in the days to come?"

Yu Beizhou is not afraid of death, he is only afraid that he will never see this person again.

Compared to making my senior brother sad, I don't know if I will die in this battle, so I simply didn't make any promises from the beginning.

The most terrifying thing is that when hope is given, there is despair.

At least...if he really died like this, he would be able to say some heartbreaking words before he died.

For example, "Senior brother is wrong, I really hate you so much, I can never let you go" and so on. In this way, after his death, the senior brother should not regret or miss him, he just needs to hate him.

"Senior brother, look, I am such a person."

Yu Beizhou smiled and said the cruelest words in his mouth, but he struggled to stand up and kissed the tears from the corner of the white-robed prince's eyes, his movements were unbelievably gentle.

He was never a very kind person.

Even with his love, not in a very human sense, but born out of hatred, twisting and blurring love and hate.

If they can't stay together, they have to kill Zongluo's fire and be willing to make his senior brother hate him and misunderstand him for the rest of his life. Cruelty to the extreme.

"Do you regret it, brother?"

The red-clothed young man smiled to himself: "Alas, it's useless even if the senior brother regrets it. The junior brother is such a twisted and self-willed bad guy. I failed to pray for me to die on the battlefield. Since I survived, then the senior brother will follow Don't try to escape any more..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zong Luo pulled him off.

Cold, trembling lips pressed against him.

A raw and active kiss.

This time, Yu Beizhou opened his eyes wide.

After the kiss, Zong Luo sneered in a low voice: "Yes, you are a bastard."

But he was such an uncompromising, self-aware bastard that he was willing to spend the rest of his life with him to the end.