Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

"Do you really think...you can hide from me?"

Zong Luo stood in place and did not move, letting the water cup smashed heavily on top of his head, the warm tea dripped down his ink hair, and then shattered to the ground.

He could clearly feel the stinging pain on his forehead, the blood slowly dripping from the torn wound, thick and warm, slowly crawling on his cheeks along the gap between the bridge of his nose and his eyebrows.

Emperor Yuan did not suppress his anger.

When he is really angry, he is definitely not screaming and screaming like ordinary people, but he can't bear it, like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt.

The more this happened, the more angered and the more terrifying it became.

Finally got to this point. Zoro thought.

I expected it, but I never thought it would be so early.

He didn't say anything, lifted his hem, and knelt straight down.

"My son... I beg your father's forgiveness."

Emperor Yuan looked down at him condescendingly, and said sarcastically, "Forgive me?"

"Since you don't have amnesia, why didn't you return? After a year, you pretended to be so pretentious in front of me?"

"Do you want to ask the white-haired person to send the black-haired person, even a prince can't be protected well, and become the laughing stock of the world?!"

The more the emperor said, the deeper his voice became, and his anger piled up unabashedly.

His chest heaved uncontrollably, each breath with a knife-like pain.

But he was still talking, obviously angry, and his tone was sharp and sharp.

"I don't know that you want to be the crown prince. Or...you don't want to be the third prince who is restricted to the imperial city, restricted everywhere, and sets an example for the world, but rather wants to accept the ghost valley. Mantle, wandering the world?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could hear that Emperor Yuan's remarks did not make any judgments, but were purely angry words.

It's really Zong Luo's behavior is too strange, and there is no motive at all.

Just as the fourth prince had deduced, if Zongluo really wanted to seize the reserve, then the battle at Hangu Pass would push his reputation to the top, and there was no need for such an unnecessary act of escaping to death.

Under such circumstances, Emperor Yuan said that he did not want to take on the responsibility of the prince, escaped by death, and turned around to take over the mantle of Guigu, which was understandable. After all, Zongluo had not shown his intention to seize the reserve before, and he preferred to lead troops to fight more outside the imperial city than to stay in the imperial city.

Hearing this, Zong Luo's throat rolled, and he suddenly kowtowed deeply.

His voice carried just the right amount of pain: "It's not that Erchen deliberately concealed...it's just that Erchen... After the battle at Hangu Pass, he narrowly escaped death and was rescued by a Confucian leader after waking up. , although his memory is intact and his limbs are sound, he unfortunately lost his sight and became a blind person."

Emperor Yuan was suspicious by nature, and pretending to be amnesic and blind might be able to deceive him for a while, but he couldn't deceive him for the rest of his life. Not to mention that since Zong Luo has returned to the imperial city, he will definitely have to restore his status as a prince. He will not look down and see each other in the future. Even if he has seven orifices and an exquisite heart, it will be difficult to cover everything and not reveal a single point.

If it is exposed, the consequences are simply unimaginable. Don't talk about taking the reserve, it is estimated that the mistakes of the past life will have to be repeated. No matter how stupid Zong Luo was, he couldn't do such a stupid thing.

Ye Linghan knew that he didn't have amnesia, Yu Beizhou knew that he didn't have amnesia, Gongsun You also knew that he didn't have amnesia... just because he didn't plan to hide it at all.

From the beginning, Zongluo was preparing for today.

True or false, false and true, maybe who leaked the news, all in his expectations.

"The strange minister was negligent. Now that the matter has come to this point, although I feel extremely remorseful, there is nothing I can do. It's just because I can't rest assured and I can't forget the old land of my homeland, so I'm confused for a while... lied to lose my memory."

The prince in white tried his best to maintain his steady voice: "It's the son who is not filial and should not deceive the father and the emperor, but now... even the senior medical sage is helpless. Such a blind appearance... It's really shameless to see the father and emperor again, let alone set an example for the emperor's younger brothers, and even leading the army to defend the country... is no longer possible."

"For the crime of deceiving the king, the son has nothing to say... There is absolutely no excuse for it. If the father wants to punish, the son will never complain, and let the father handle it."

His forehead was pressed against the icy ground, the blood oozing from his forehead splattered with ink and scattered on the ground, his palms were sweating, his lips were pursed, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Amnesia is the first card that Zong Luo discarded.

Although he couldn't guess what Emperor Yuan was thinking, he was more credible because of the mixed truth. If it is simply blindness or amnesia, I am afraid that the end will be like today, and it will be seen by Emperor Yuan in a single encounter.

So he disguised himself as an accidental blindness, suffered a major blow, and gave up on himself thinking that he had become a cripple, so he did not dare to return to the country, and even when he returned to the country, he had to pretend to be a prince with amnesia.

In terms of emotion and reason, according to Zongluo's previous behavior and performance, they all explain it well.

The heart of the emperor is so unpredictable.

Zongluo has been able to do the best he can, and now it's up to fate.

"Swish..."

It was quiet outside, so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves could be heard.

There was some first snow last night, but it didn't fall again this morning, but the sun didn't come out, and the wind was cold.

These wind noises fell into Zong Luo's ears, and finally mixed with footsteps.

Emperor Yuan stared at the eldest son now, before he vomited out of anger; blood, and a strong smell of blood seemed to be brewing in his throat.

As a father, it is impossible for him not to know his son.

What's more... Zongluo was actually the prince he cared about the most.

none of them.

Zongluo's greatest wish was to take command of the expedition, put on his black armor, and leave from the Prince's Mansion to the palace to resign. When he was resigning, he heard Emperor Yuan say, "I just have nothing to do today, and I'm going down again. When the day is over, I might as well send it to you."

Even if he doesn't send him out of the city gate, he simply accompanies him to the front of the mansion to order troops. With such a short distance, Zong Luo can be as happy as a child who has been praised.

But Emperor Yuan never said it, not once.

Zong Luo led a group of Xuanqi horses to leave the city gate, always holding his head high in front of the people, with a faint smile on his face, and waved at them.

In this not-so-long journey, if he turned around on a whim and just covered his eyes with inner strength, he might be able to find out. Every time he led his troops on an expedition, the highest tower in the corner of the city was waiting for a king wearing a black gold dragon robe.

But Zongluo didn't look back, not once.

"You look up."

Zong Luo did as he was told.

Without that line of white ling, the white prince's pupils were so dazedly open, black and white, with no expression, and he couldn't find a point to focus on.

Emperor Yuan almost used all his strength to swallow the blood back.

He had seen Zongluo in high spirits and in high spirits when he led his troops away countless times.

I remember Zongluo drawing his sword and dancing on his birthday, looking forward to Shenfei's appearance.

But only Zong Luo had never seen such a lifeless expression, with no sadness or joy, and his heart was as dead as ever.

He is a good boy.

He is a good boy who is filial and faithful, and loves his siblings. Even if he is punished, he will only be able to cry. Always.

The emperor's voice was not as full of anger as before, "Get up...you get up."

Zong Luo only felt a tingling in his heart, and the back of his released palm was already dripping with sweat.

This is the end of the matter, this wave of mille crepe cakes, the game has finally come to an end.

He was right.

He completely deceived his father.

He deceived this tyrant who hated him for no reason in the previous life, sent him to the frontier without saying a word, and finally gave him a decree of self-determination.

It was so easy that he couldn't believe it himself.

I can't believe that my heart is not happy at all.

Zong Luo did not get up.

He knelt on the ground and slowly extended a hand.

Emperor Yuan watched him spread his palms.

In the palm of his hand lies a tiger talisman.

This is the tiger talisman of the mysterious cavalry that disappeared together with the three princes who died in the battle after the first battle of Hangu Pass.

Zong Luo's voice was hoarse: "The third prince has already died in the battle of Hangu Pass, and he can no longer be filial to his father and emperor. If he hopes that his father and emperor will fulfill his sons and ministers, he should... fulfill a good name."

"Nonsense! Your eyes are not cured!"

Emperor Yuan frantically interrupted him: "I am the real dragon and the emperor, this world belongs to me. If medical skills cannot be cured, witchcraft is used, and if witchcraft cannot be cured, immortal methods are used. If an imperial decree goes down, the world's famous doctors will have one. One comes for diagnosis and treatment, and if he is cured, he will reward the king and honor him, and if he is not cured, I will make them lose their heads!"

The white prince's back froze, he raised his head in disbelief, his face stunned.

Faced with this scenario, Zong Luo imagined many possibilities.

Because of Emperor Yuan's suspicion, most of his words were dubious, and he might ask the imperial doctor to come in and confirm on the spot before he believed it.

Or according to Emperor Yuan's consistent performance, a son who didn't pay much attention to him could only be regarded as the inconspicuous one among the many princes under his knees. Now that I have lost my memory, it can only be said that it is even more inconspicuous. It is no big deal to recognize it as soon as I recognize it.

Or push the boat to accept the military power, pick it up high, and put it down gently. Just as Zong Luo reflected in his previous life, the emperor was on the surface light and calm, but in fact he was brooding about military power. He had too much prestige in the first battle of Hangu Pass. If he wanted to restore his status as a prince, he naturally had to consciously hand over his military power first to show his attitude.

Zong Luo exhausted his thoughts, calculated all the organs, and calculated the possible reactions of his father, and rehearsed countless different response plans and results in his mind.

But he never thought that Emperor Yuan would say such a thing to him.

Zong Luo's voice was embarrassed as if he was stuck: "But now, my son is just a waste..."

The fierce palm wind rose high again.

The wind was the same as before, stained with the smell of rust.

Just when Zong Luo thought he would not be able to escape a slap this time, the wind suddenly stopped in front of his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, a rough and broad hand lightly placed on his head.

"If you don't die for a day, you will always be the third prince of Da Yuan."

The emperor moved his hand gently, his movements appearing clumsy because of the unfamiliarity.

I don't know how many weapons they have taken, and how many hands that have been stained with the blood of the remaining enemy soldiers. At this moment, they are cautious and dare not move an inch, for fear that the blood that they accidentally spilled will be stained on the hair of the white prince.

"And what I want to do, even if I step through this mountain and sea and pierce this day, I will do it."