Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Zong Luo did not know how many times he had been to Pei Mansion in his last life, and he could find his way with his eyes closed.

The attendant led the way with an umbrella in front, and Zong Luo also looked vaguely into the courtyard through the white silk dipped in the shadowless water.

As the residence of the prime minister, the Pei mansion is not big, but it is not very simple. What's more, Pei Qianxue is a wonderful person. The prime minister's mansion was designed by himself. The eaves and teeth are high, and the bamboo forest is thin. It is not as cold and majestic as the Great Yuan Palace, but it is picturesque and pleasing to the eye.

"Sir, it's here."

Just when Zong Luo was still thinking about the letter from Guigu and the bad things in his previous life, the servant led him to the entrance of a corridor, put away the umbrella, and stood there respectfully.

Sure enough.

In the past, he and Pei Qianxue used to burn incense and tune the piano here, drinking tea and playing games. But after the Cold War, it never came again.

Zongluo raised his eyes and glanced at this Yulu, then pushed the door and entered.

The house was very quiet, as if the sound of the rain outside was cut off.

A purple incense burner was placed in the corner, with a pleasant cold incense hovering in the center, and it leisurely scattered into the room. On the table was not only half-played chess, but also freshly brewed tea.

The wind blew in, and it just blew the fire on the stove a little bit.

The man in Tsing Yi sat upright in front of him, his eyebrows were picturesque, like pine and bamboo.

His expression was still as indifferent as water, only when he touched the three-inch white silk in the eyes of the swordsman in white, Gujing Wubo's face began to fluctuate, and the fingertips tucked into the cuffs trembled indistinctly.

At the Baijia Banquet that day, because it was far away, it was only a glimpse. In addition, Pei Qianxue has always been cautious and is good at concealing his true emotions. It was only when he left the banquet in a hurry and sent someone to investigate that he felt unbelievable.

There is no such thing as such a coincidence in the world.

However, before Pei Qianxue was immersed in the joy of his friend's death, the attendant told the news from Gu Ziyuan one by one.

A year ago, he was seriously injured and was picked up by a Confucian leader, and his life was hanging by a thread. He was finally rescued from the gate of hell, but when he woke up, he was blinded and lost his memory and could not remember anything.

Amnesia, Blindness... Pieces and pieces, shocking.

Zongluo handed over at the right time: "Caomin has seen Pei Xiang."

"Jin... Young Master Gu doesn't need to be too polite."

Pei Qianxue quickly got up to avoid the ceremony.

His voice was cold, like a broken jade throwing a pearl.

"You don't need to be cautious when you sit down, Young Master Gu. I just happened to see Young Master's demeanor during the banquet, and I was astonished. That's why I invited this talk."

"You're welcome, Pei Xiang."

Zong Luo agreed, took a step forward, and walked forward gropingly.

Pei Qianxue was startled, and subconsciously stepped forward to help.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was clasping the other person's cold wrist tightly.

As soon as you start, you will be dazzled by the scent of medicine.

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

Pei Qianxue said so, but his hand did not loosen at all, and his cold and clear eyes were still looking at Zong Luo. After a long while, when the white-robed swordsman turned his head to look at him suspiciously, he let go of his hand as if being scalded by fire, closed his eyes tightly, and dared not look at the white ling anymore, and lowered his eyes silently.

He hadn't seen Zongluo for a long time since the two of them drank each month and said goodbye two years ago.

On that watery moonlit night, they sat drinking together.

The white-robed prince, Yuan Ting Yuezhi, raised his eyes in a daze, his eyes also like morning stars.

Pei Qianxue was sitting across from him, and his glass was snatched from him without noticing.

"Axue, cold wine hurts people."

Zong Luo smiled and used his inner strength to warm the cold wine, and when he handed it to Pei Qianxue, the place where his fingertips touched was still hot and rolled down his throat.

Pei Qianxue has a good alcohol intake, and for the first time in his life, he feels that he is drunk.

Who knows...I can't see each other again for the last time.

Pei Qianxue will always remember that night. He stayed on the star-gazing platform and waited for a night against the cold wind. Finally, the blood-stained warhorse came quickly, but what he waited for was the death of the third prince.

But now, the young man's eyes were tied to Bai Ling, and such large clothes could not hide the thinness of his body, so he sat upright in front of him. Even if he lost his memory, he was still as calm as ever.

Those bleak memories that had not been seen for a long time suddenly came to life, but they were filled with a suffocating medicinal aura.

The arrogant son of the sky, why did he fall to this point?

It felt a little like an eternity.

In the dream, the horse is drawn by a rope, and the hero is full of heroism.

Thunder and rain, blood stained his pale lips, extremely gorgeous and shocking.

For more than a year, Pei Qianxue has often repeated this dream.

It's obviously still the same face, after a long time, it seems that it has been unclearly digging out the secret thoughts that have never been able to be revealed, and shaking a little ripples.

And that sword, that Zhanlu sword that shouldn't be in Zongluo's hands.

"Master Pei?"

The familiar voice was deafening.

Only then did Pei Qianxue realize that he unconsciously stared at the corner of the other's lips for too long.

He, who has always been indifferent and abided by etiquette, wanted to avoid apologizing, but suddenly thought that Jin Yu now clearly can't see anything.

A little subtle thought began to sprout, he raised his hand gently, panicked for a moment in the face of the obvious difference in the other party's expression, still did not dare to brush the strand of hair, and lowered his head to pour tea like a cover.

Just like his thoughts, the tea spilled out of the cracked tea bowl.

"Don't use honorifics on me."

Not in the past, not in the present, not in the future.

Pei Qianxue said in a low voice, "I fell in love with Young Master Gu when I saw him, so I could not wait to be stabbed by the neck."

"If you can...call me Axue, okay?"

If this is just a sweet dream, then he is willing to sleep forever.

......

"Da da da da..."

The rain outside was still falling tirelessly, knocking the lotus leaf plantain out of the way.

The incense still hovers quietly in the room.

"That being the case, I am relieved."

Different from Zong Chengsi's implicitly sharp temptation, Pei Qianxue didn't ask him why he lost his memory. Instead, he was more concerned about his situation over the past year and his old friends who lost his memory.

Zong Luo's thoughts gradually flew away.

At this point in his last life, he and Pei Qianxue had not yet reached the point where they went against their destination because of Yu Beizhou. In other words, they are still friends at this stage.

In all fairness, apart from the inexplicable Cold War that followed, he and Pei Qianxue were pretty much like-minded.

Zongluo returned to Dayuan after leaving Guigu.

Yu Beizhou was his junior brother, he started later than him, and Zong Luo graduated a year earlier.

At that time, Zong Luo was in high spirits, and the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, so he was determined to fight against Yu Beizhou. After returning to Da Yuan, he planned to follow his memory before reading the book, try his best to win over a few male supporting roles, prepare to get the moon first, and empty Yu Beizhou's future family property first.

It's a pity that the time was a little too early, Ye Linghan was his crown prince in the Wei Kingdom, Gongsun You was still learning art from a hermit family, and Zong Chengsi was not even old enough to leave the palace and build a mansion.

Only Pei Qianxue.

Although he could not count as acquaintance Wei Mo, when he met Zong Luo, Pei Qianxue was only a legalist student, and he had not yet attended the Baijia Banquet, and became the leader of the three materials that will be in the limelight in the future. Since they are going to be close to the male partner, it is inconvenient to expose their identities directly, so they actually met each other as equals at the beginning.

When the Baijia Banquet ended later, Pei Qianxue saw the noble prince with gold embroidered on the white coat behind Emperor Yuan, and then he knew that this was the one who had been a hostage in Wei for many years and had just returned from Dayuan San. prince.

Pei Qianxue is a down-to-earth official, incomparably cold and arrogant. In order to realize his ideological ambitions, he threw himself into the great abyss, and his indifferent appearance concealed sharp edges and corners. Although he is only a literati, he also has the dream of abandoning his pen and joining the army, fighting against the enemy and fighting the enemy.

This was exactly in line with Zong Luo's mood at the time.

After reading the book, he learned a skill from a teacher. He was thinking of making a contribution and making a career. The male protagonist tore up the cannon fodder script and started a career, so as to realize the dream of world peace as soon as possible. In other words, he was also a radical.

So the two hit it off.

In addition, Zong Luo didn't intend to hide it, and Pei Qianxue went to the prime minister in plain clothes. After all, it was still a working relationship, so it was logical to continue this friendship.

Later, Zong Luo formed his own personal soldiers and went out to fight. Pei Qianxue walked steadily, and his career was smooth. Fewer opportunities to meet, but did not affect their friendship. On the contrary, because Pei Qianxue did not have anyone close to him in the court, he was often divided into the Three Princes faction.

Turning to Pei Qianxue as a friend really gave Zong Luo a great encouragement.

But he didn't expect that after Yu Beizhou came back, Pei Qianxue would not be able to escape the influence of the halo of the protagonist. He got closer and closer to the protagonist, and finally reached the point where he had nothing to say with Zong Luo.

Until now, Zong Luo still remembers.

After the witch sacrifice ceremony, he was inexplicably taken back by Emperor Yuan and placed under house arrest in the Prince's Palace.

Even though Zong Luo had already had a tacit cold war with Pei Qianxue at that time, Zong Luo tried to find this well-known confidant of Emperor Yuan, but it was a pity that everything was sinking into the sea.

He knelt in front of Emperor Yuan's Palace for a day and a night, until dawn did not wait for the imperial decree.

Later, I heard from Yushi Xue that when Emperor Yuan decided to send him to the frontier, it is said that he adopted Pei Xiang's suggestion.

This is why Zongluo didn't try to win other male supporting roles later, because it was of no use at all.

Best friends will betray each other, brothers and sisters will kill each other, and the father and son will hate it when they say they are disgusted.

He can only rely on himself.

......

After walking out of Yulu, Zongluo's expression was still calm.

Goodbye to this dear friend from the previous life, he thought he would be more or less sad.

But maybe it was because he died so miserably in his last life, or because he had enough disappointment that Zong Luo didn't feel the sadness he imagined at all, but he was extremely calm.

Fortunately, he didn't want to hide anything. The fourth prince knows, and the fifth prince and the sixth prince will know about it soon, but it's just a few days.

Pei Qianxue knew that it wouldn't take too long to face Emperor Yuan in person.

The problem is that Zong Luo doesn't know what Pei Qianxue thinks. It stands to reason that if his identity is confirmed, Pei Qianxue should report it to Emperor Yuan as soon as possible.

And even if Emperor Yuan didn't value him any more, he should always be summoned to ask questions.

Unless Pei Qianxue didn't tell Emperor Yuan about this at all.

When we were talking just now, Pei Qianxue said that he was a good friend with him before he lost his memory, but his identity could not be said. Seeing this appearance, you are not going to hide it from him, so why didn't you tell Emperor Yuan?

"It just so happens that I have to go out too. It's raining heavily outside. I'll give you a ride."

Behind him, Prime Minister Tsing Yi took the umbrella from the servant's hand and opened it very naturally.

The boy opened his eyes in surprise.

He is a new servant from the prime minister's residence, and he has never seen the prime minister treat others so kindly.

On weekdays, even if the other three males come, they will be delivered to the door at most, and they have to wait.

Only this young master Gu, not only sent a carriage to meet him, but also sent it all the way to the door, which is simply a fairy treatment.

Zong Luo smiled: "Then thank you Axue."

The rain turned hazy, and the profile of the swordsman in white was like looking at flowers in the fog.

He is indeed standing here, under this umbrella.

Pei Qianxue's stern mouth also loosened a little.

Amnesia or blindness, there is always a way.

Anyway...as long as people are around.

His slender fingers clasped the handle of the umbrella, and said softly, "You and I don't need to thank you."

Zong Luo paused and said with a smile: "It seems that Axue and I were indeed good friends."

A little further away, a flamboyant red floated under the eaves of the Great Witch Temple.

The rain gradually subsided, the gray sky began to clear, and the goshawk that fought against the thunderstorm seemed tired, stopped on the man's shoulder, and lightly pecked his feathers.

Yu Beizhou was standing at the entrance of the Wu Temple, half of his face was wearing a ferocious ghost face.

Hearing the voice, he turned his head and glanced at the umbrella that the two of them were holding together, his hands crossed, his expression indistinguishable between joy and anger.

"Master Pei, everything should be said on a first-come-first-served basis."

Yu Beizhou is still the same lazy look on his face, with a smile on his face, but this smile doesn't matter how you look at it.

"Mr. Gu is the person I like first. It would be a little wrong to win love with a knife."