Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Yu Beizhou has not seen Zong Luo for a long, long time.

No, or it's not right to say so.

They will meet tomorrow and night.

Few people know that there is an ice coffin made of ten thousand years of ice in the new emperor's bedroom.

And the one lying in the ice coffin was the third prince of the Yuan Dynasty who drew his sword and killed himself under the Great Yuan Imperial City ten years ago.

Yu Beizhou sat on the high platform, wearing a red and gold dragon robe, with one hand supporting his face, boredly looking at the trembling faces of the civil and military officials below.

No one knows, no one knows, this new emperor who stole the country ten years ago has the most violent temperament, let alone Emperor Yuan, he is even more brutal than Shang Zhou Xia Jie.

When Emperor Yuan was in power, he was able to level the mountains and seas, and he was only one country away from being able to dominate the world. Although the masters of the countries mentioned the Dayuan violence///politics, they all shook their heads and sighed. But in the end, the people of Dayuan are loyal to Dayuan, and the continuous expansion has eased domestic conflicts, so it has calmed down a lot.

However, when Emperor Yuan died of a sudden illness, everything changed.

Beining Wangyu Beizhou openly lined up for the fourth prince and officially joined the battle to win the crown.

Although it is surprising that the fourth prince, who has never been visible, is buried so deeply, the throne of the Great Yuan clan has undergone bloody changes over the years, and it can only be regarded as following the old traditions.

Anyway, the clan family doesn't care what kind of image they have in the history of the Qing Dynasty. They didn't say a few good words to the history of the previous dynasty. Could it be that they will be able to say good things to them in future generations?

The fifth and sixth princes were both shocked and angry. He had no idea that this usually playful and romantic fourth emperor brother not only recharged his energy, but also attracted the great help of the King of Beining.

Under the command of the King of Beining, there was an army of celestial secrets, and there were many capable advisors.

Talented people have talents, military power has military power, and honor and favor are added. With his help, it is equivalent to winning at the starting line.

It seems that this time, the fourth prince will be the final winner.

Everyone in the court sighed and prepared to take care of Emperor Yuan's funeral.

'It is clear that His Royal Highness the Third Prince is more suitable for that position. ’

More than one person thought so, but unfortunately no one dared to say it.

It was like no one in the court could understand why Emperor Yuan had to pass down such an imperial decree ordering him to kill himself on the night of a sudden illness.

At that time, half of the civil and military officials were shocked. After repeated verifications, they finally determined that the imperial decree was indeed written by Emperor Yuan himself, and it was stamped with the emperor's seal of the Great Yuan, and it could not be faked anyway.

Even Yu Beizhou didn't understand.

Ming Ming Zongluo can drive away, return to the border, regroup and then come back to rebel.

But he didn't.

He chose to draw his sword and kill himself under the city wall.

When he heard the news, Yu Beizhou only thought it was absurd and ridiculous.

His senior brother has always looked calm and steady on the surface. Just like a real immortal, who looks down at everything coldly, looks humble, but is actually arrogant and arrogant than anyone else.

Shouldn't such a person lead an army into the imperial city, force him to the bedside of Emperor Yuan, and ask him why he was detested after the witch sacrifice ceremony, why he was transferred to the frontier, and why he wrote the decree of death.

How could it be so dead.

Nobody understands. Yu Beizhou didn't understand either.

When he went to collect the corpse, he still didn't understand.

During the seizure of the crown, the imperial city was under martial law, and the people were not allowed to go out at will. Every family knew that the third prince had killed himself under the city, put orchids at the door, pasted white paper, and silently expressed their condolences with their actions.

Three thousand Xuanqi died in battle under the city, looking at the dark clouds, thunder and lightning.

The earth was scorched black, and the red blood wafted in the puddles after the rainstorm, fainting the shocking bright color.

Between the swords and the halberds, the white-robed swordsman knelt to the ground, his black hair scattered and a bloodstain on his neck.

His eyes were closed, and his face was a long-dead blue-grey. But he still used Qixing Longyuan to support his body, he would rather die than fall, like the only king on the battlefield.

For a whole day, no one dared to set foot here. The soldiers only dared to watch silently on the city wall, watching this silent and tragic funeral.

Yu Beizhou sighed and gently picked up the cold corpse.

He looked down at the person in his arms, and with rare interest, he swept away the ends of his hair covered in blood scabs with his hands, and stared at his closed eyes.

When I was alive, no matter which time I met, it was a bloody storm.

Only when he is dead can he be so close and so obedient.

He sneered, "Senior brother is really pitiful. In the end, he asked the most hated old enemy to collect the corpse for you."

The strange thing is that the enemy of his life is obviously dead, so he should be rejoicing.

But Yu Beizhou didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart. Instead, it looks like a piece is missing.

What is missing?

And then, with his support, the fourth prince who had been dormant for many years finally succeeded in raising his eyebrows. Zong Yongliu and his people were surrounded by the Tianji Army, and the situation was over. Zong Yuanwu was forced to the cliff, embarrassed on all sides, and had no choice but to jump, with no bones left.

On the night when the overall situation was decided, the Prime Minister Pei Qianxue suddenly said that he had a secret decree entrusted by Emperor Yuan before his death, accusing the fourth prince that he was not the heir of Emperor Yuan's favor, and that the name of the throne was not justified, and he must not do it.

"Look at what Pei Xiang said, you are from our side."

Standing in front of the Golden Palace, Zong Cheng laughed loudly: "What if the name is not right? As long as you open your mouth, the world will still be lonely after all!"

"呲-"

The next second, his expression solidified on his face.

The general in red stood by his side and drew his sword lightly.

There was still scarlet blood floating on the tip of the sword, but at a glance, it made Yu Beizhou feel dirty, far less than that person's fragrance.

"What the Fourth Highness said is that since the name is not right, this king also wants to fight for the throne."

When Zong Chengsi died, his face was distorted and full of disbelief.

"Huinan...you..."

Yu Beizhou knew that if he told Zong Chengsi directly, just because the latter showed affection towards him, it would be a good idea to give up the throne.

It's just that he doesn't want to.

No one thought that Yu Beizhou would be so reckless and bold, and even Pei Qianxue was a little surprised.

In the past, even if the King of Beining had an eccentric personality, he was not only a little more flamboyant. Which famous general of the ages did not have some strange hobbies? Not surprising at all.

But now, he directly tore his last layer of disguise.

no need.

It really wasn't necessary, because the person who could see through that camouflage was already dead.

Under the repression of iron and blood, changing the dynasty has also become extraordinarily simple. Not to mention that the Great Yuan is now unstoppable, and the unification of the world has become the general trend. Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the first year of Wu Yuan, the state of Wei was destroyed, and the new emperor ascended the throne.

Everyone is like a marionette, repeating the boring process day after day.

until now.

Yu Beizhou suddenly felt sluggish: "Let's retreat."

After saying that, he got up from the dragon chair and left.

"I will send it to your majesty!"

The whole hall was trembling with fear, bowing their heads deeply, and no one dared to stop him.

Yu Beizhou didn't even have the interest to take a second look, and walked back to his bedroom with his hands behind his back.

After he ascended the throne, almost half of the people in the palace were dismissed.

The new emperor hates being close to others, and does everything by himself, and no one is allowed to set foot in the palace.

The harem has been empty for I don't know how many years. Almost all the former court officials are old officials of the previous dynasty. As for the others, such as Ye Linghan and Gongsun You, they more or less admired them in their hearts, and it was even less possible to persuade them.

Over time, the palace became deserted.

There was an ice coffin in the center of the bedroom.

Because of this ice coffin, ice is kept in the hall all year round, which is indescribably cold.

The handsome young emperor paced closer.

Time did not leave many traces on his face, and even the phoenix eyes were still upward, sharp, wanton and arrogant. The dragon robe is a bright red that is different from the black dragon robe of the Great Yuan, as if to remind him, as if to remind the world, the country changes hands, and the dynasty changes.

Yu Beizhou approached the ice coffin, sat on the ground at will, propped his head and looked in.

The people in the ice coffin have already been groomed, put on clean white clothes, and their eyebrows have been smoothed.

Ignoring the hideous seam on his neck, the third prince of the Great Yuan seemed to be just sleeping.

One could not wake up, one dreamed for years, surrounded by white mist, almost wished to become an immortal.

"Senior brother seems to have been dead for nine years. Without you against me, life would be really hard."

With just a little effort, the lid of the ice coffin was pushed open.

Yu Beizhou touched Zongluo's heart with emotion, as if it were still beating there.

But in reality, only his heart was beating, his pulse beating.

"Senior brother, you are so cold."

The red-clothed and black-haired emperor lowered his eyes and climbed into the ice coffin very skillfully.

There is not much space inside the coffin, but it is more than enough for two people to lie down side by side.

Yu Beizhou couldn't figure out how many moon nights he had spent here when he fell ill.

The dormitory was sealed by him, he rolled wildly on the ground, digging with five fingers until blood dripped, but he couldn't relieve the heat and thirst that came up from the depths of his soul.

However, through the mirror, after all, bubbles.

Only the missing is still ringing tirelessly.

Obviously he has everything and becomes the master of the world, but he seems to have nothing, worse than a beggar.

"After my brother died, everything seemed to be boring."

Prosperity and wealth, world dominance, thousands of generations.

What's the point of it without his testimony?

Something should be done to make things interesting. Yu Beizhou thought.

In the ninth year of Wu Yuan, the new emperor stepped into the great formation.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back to the frontier more than ten years ago.

The lieutenant handed over the battle report, writing that the third prince was killed in the battle at Hangu Pass.

......

"On the day of the battle at Hangu Pass, I guessed that my senior brother was not dead."

Yu Beizhou said with a smile to Yan Yan: "Look at it in a year, and sure enough."

"I didn't expect that senior brother still retains the memory of the past life, which is really a surprise."

Nine years in the previous life, one year in this life.

ten years. Too long, too long.

It was so long that he almost couldn't remember how he fought against Zong Luo in the first place, and he never died.

Maybe it's just an obsession. Yu Beizhou had thought so many times.

After all, in the countless days when they were hostile, Yu Beizhou had only imagined the ending of Zongluo's death at his hands.

However, after being reborn, Yu Beizhou realized that——

Even if we meet again in this life, he can still easily pick up interest.

Find him and kill him.

For countless long nights, this killing intent was at work.

In this grudge, fighting, and hatred intertwined.

"Senior brother, do you know?"

He seemed to sigh, and then he seemed to sigh: "I had a hunch when I saw you for the first time."

"We're going to go on like this until we die... there's no way to stop."