Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

At the entrance of the Great Witch Temple, the carriages of courtiers and students are all looking forward to it.

Although the rituals of the previous dynasty were broken, the etiquette was still passed down, especially in the face of the emperor of the royal family. It was always the case that Emperor Yuan boarded the imperial vehicle first, and only after the departure of the imperial concubines and concubines could the ministers move.

The emperor's chariot was moved by six handsome horses with no hair on their bodies. It is not as fancy as other kings of other countries, or decorated with various objects that symbolize majesty. Instead, it is simple and heavy. The central wooden box is engraved with mysterious totem patterns, just like the layout of the Great Yuan Palace, majestic and solemn.

"Then I'll go first."

When he turned around, Zong Luo didn't have much trouble in his heart.

Yu Beizhou hasn't returned to Beijing for a long time. At this time, he and Pei Qianxue are still good friends. If they go further, it will not be certain.

The trouble is that Pei Qianxue is too smart and meticulous.

This excuse for amnesia, Zong Luo can use to deceive him for a while, but not for long.

Not to mention that Pei Qianxue is a confidant of Emperor Yuan, and he has access to a lot of secrets. Zong Luo talked to Emperor Yuan, but he just said that he would not restore his identity as a prince on the face of it for the time being. Even Pei Qianxue himself, it is estimated that he will soon notice the clue from the attitude of the servant and Emperor Yuan.

So next, what Zongluo has to do is to slowly restore his memory "naturally".

Next, he has to prepare for himself to seize the reserves and find out the truth of his previous life.

As for whether Pei Qianxue will find out, it is not within Zong Luo's consideration at all.

Whether he finds it or not, in the end he will walk to the protagonist Yu Beizhou and repeat his betrayal in his previous life.

Zong Luo thought so, and let Yuan Jia lift the heavy and simple curtain of the imperial carriage and climbed up.

Everyone watched Emperor Yuan get into the car, and Yuan Jia came to invite the third prince again.

After experiencing many times of stimulation today, only one sentence "surely" popped out in everyone's heart.

However, after Yuan Jia invited Zong Luo, he did not see the intention of inviting Zong Hongjiu together.

You must know that Zong Hongjiu was young and did not have his own carriage, so he always followed Emperor Yuan's chariot to the Sunrise Palace. But now, not to mention his father and emperor, even the inner servants have forgotten him as the ninth prince.

But Zong Hongjiu is not really stupid, he is arrogant, just arrogant to others. In fact, he was deeply afraid of his father, and did not dare to say a word in public, his face was extremely bad.

Since childhood, when has he suffered such grievances?

Not only was he beaten twice by the third brother, but the father did not stand up for him, and even the nine lucky fruit that he shot down did not want to give him even one!

Just now at the Great Witch Temple, Zong Hongjiu heard the whispers of those people.

"Didn't you say that the ninth prince is the most favored in the palace?"

"Who knows, in the deep palace, I can't spy on it at will, not to mention that according to His Majesty's character, we should only treat the ninth prince better than the prince next to him."

"That's right. Your Majesty doesn't value these things. He didn't even before His Majesty ascended the throne."

They talked to each other, and when they said this, they closed their voices tacitly.

Zong Hongjiu knew what they meant.

He had also heard that before his father became emperor, he slaughtered his siblings, because everyone in the clan supported the original prince, so none of their lives was left behind by Emperor Yuan. It is precisely because of this that the notoriety of the tyrant was cast, and after so many years, he was still scolded in the spine by the literati who obeyed the old etiquette.

Blood siblings are nothing more than the same for Emperor Yuan, and the prince is no more than one of them.

But Zong Hongjiu always felt that he was different. He must be the father's favorite.

Although in recent years, because of the establishment of the reserve, he secretly made the abacus of relying on several imperial brothers.

But at the end of the day, Zong Hongjiu was still thinking in his heart, if the father and the emperor did not establish a heir for so many years, would he want the other emperors to fight to the point of exhausting their strength, but in fact wait for him to grow up.

So Zong Hongjiu didn't believe the conversation he heard in Zhang Palace last time.

But now he couldn't help but believe it.

"Ninth brother is not like me?"

Zong Chengsi turned his eyes, caught a glimpse of Zong Hongjiu's expression, and took the initiative to invite him to ride with him.

Although the Fourth Prince's Mansion and the Imperial Palace are separated by a certain distance, if you want to find out what Zong Hongjiu is hiding, it is not a big deal to take a detour.

"it is good."

Zong Hongjiu clenched his fists as he looked at the distant imperial car.

Zongluo boarded the imperial carriage.

The heavy car curtain was lowered behind him, blocking out the light outside.

In the spacious car, the most commonly used cold incense in the palace is still burning, which is spicy and tangy.

Emperor Yuan sat on the main seat, like an unsheathed king sword.

After replacing the white-robed ghost face of the Qing priest, the emperor changed back to his most commonly used attire.

The black-gold dragon robe was spread on the satin blanket, and the bead strings hanging down by Mian tinkled, softening the cold and stern eyes that were dark and dark.

"Father." Zongluo handed over.

He knew that in the wing of the Great Witch Temple, apart from those key issues, there were still some things that had not been discussed.

Perhaps it was possible to say that because of his sudden death and resurrection, Emperor Yuan forgot about it for a while. But after such a long time in the Qing Dynasty, even a fool can understand it, let alone Emperor Yuan.

"Sit down." The voice that came from above could not distinguish between joy and anger.

Zongluo sat down very obediently.

He has always been like this in front of Emperor Yuan, silent and obedient, never taking the initiative to speak.

He could feel that sharp line of sight that stayed on his white silk for a long time.

"Tai Wu has already told me that your eyes are still bruised with blood, and the meridians have not been completely damaged. It's just that time has passed, and it will take some time for recovery. Careful recuperation will give you a chance to recover again."

If it were another imperial physician, it would be difficult to see that his meridians were fine.

It can only be said that it is too witch. Fortunately, Tai Wu did not realize that he was actually using acupuncture techniques to forcibly cause the backflow of blood congestion in the meridians, otherwise it would be really difficult to end the situation.

Zongluo suspected that Yu Beizhou had said something to Taiwu, but he had no evidence.

Furthermore, it is estimated that when his head is broken, he suspects that his nemesis will be generous to help him, and it is impossible to think about it.

After regaining his senses, Emperor Yuan's voice was in front of his eyes: "In the future, you will come to the palace once every three days, and ask the imperial doctor to give you acupuncture and diagnosis. I have already ordered the witch medicine, remember to come three times a day, at regular intervals. Fried."

It seemed that Emperor Yuan rarely spoke to him for such a long time at once.

Zong Luo replied, "Yes."

Silence returned to the huge carriage once again.

The people outside are still waiting.

If the imperial carriage did not leave, the other carriages could not move either.

No one knew what Emperor Yuan was talking about with the three princes who had just returned, and why the imperial driver did not leave.

And Zong Luo was waiting, waiting for Emperor Yuan to ask the question that still had doubts.

That was the gap he deliberately left in order to prevent his father's paranoia.

During the year in the Confucian Hanlu, Zongluo simulated countless conversations with Emperor Yuan, and there was almost no possibility of omission.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuan avoided all the problems once again.

He didn't ask him why he chose Confucianism, why the medical sage couldn't come up with an effective treatment plan after losing his eyesight, or whatever other Zongluo guessed.

"Everyone said that they dreamed of the scene before you killed yourself at Hangu Pass, only I didn't dream of it."

"So, I still want to ask you, did you choose not to return to the imperial city just because you were afraid that your eyes would never be cured?"

The prince in white was silent for a long time.

of course not.

He did not return to the imperial city because he knew that he would be rejected in the future, that he would make a big impact in the battle of Hangu Pass, and that he received an edict that he would be sent to the frontier and commit suicide under the city.

But how could he say that.

Zongluo could feel Emperor Yuan's gaze lingering on him for a long time. Perhaps in his gaze, there would be the most common condescending scrutiny and consideration in his memory, or the coldness that detected some clues, or something else.

For a moment, Zong Luo was even glad that he couldn't see anything now.

It is impossible for a person to fall on the same stone twice.

"My son doesn't dare to go back to Dayuan. The thing I'm most afraid of is failing to meet the expectations of the father and emperor."

What Yu Beizhou said was quite right. In his last life, he left without turning around and went directly back to the border to integrate the army to rebel. In the final analysis, he did not dare.

Zong Luo spoke calmly, as if he had no feelings, and analyzed the reason why he decided to kill himself in the imperial city in his previous life, and used it to answer the question of Emperor Yuan in this life.

As long as he closed his eyes, the imperial decree that was thrown from the imperial city that day was vivid in his mind.

"My son is afraid that my father will be disappointed with my son, and I am afraid of seeing my father's disappointed eyes."

Rebellion is of course easy.

Zongluo has been stationed at the border for several years and led Xuanqi with him. He is not as high as the prince in the capital, but he does everything by himself and treats people amiably. He quickly convinced the generals who were originally stationed in the frontier with his high-spiritedness and compassion for his subordinates.

As long as he wanted to, even if he didn't have half of the tiger talismans stored in Emperor Yuan's place, he could still mobilize troops to rebel, and he didn't have to be afraid that no one would follow him, and no one would not answer his call.

What does conspiracy represent?

It is said that the king loses the pirate, but these two words still represent infamy.

Zongluo is a modern man. He doesn't bring it with him in life or in death. He is not at all afraid of how those historians write about him.

The only thing he was afraid of was Emperor Yuan's disappointed gaze.

How funny to say it.

The Great Abyss God of War, the disciple of Guigu, the famous third prince, Dao Lin Jianyu had never been afraid, but he was afraid of the insignificant gaze.

If he hadn't been so disappointed in his previous life and committed suicide with a heart ashes, Zong Luo would only bury the answer in his heart and would never say it.

Because the third prince of the Great Abyss does not need such a weak fear. His father, who personally killed his brother and brother, and who was so angry with the previous emperor, would not want to hear such a cowardly answer.

But Zongluo said it anyway.

He didn't know why he said it.

In the end, there is still resentment in my heart.

I resented Emperor Yuan's refusal to inform him, resented the distribution and death for no reason, and resented too much, so he was speechless.

After speaking, the inside of the car fell silent again.

After a long time, Emperor Yuan spoke up.

"Although I don't know how to speak, you really don't have to be afraid of not meeting my expectations."

The tyrant's voice was full of exhaustion. This was an emotion that Zong Luo had never noticed in his entire life from this wise and arrogant father.

He said: "Because I have never been disappointed in you, neither in the past nor in the present, nor in the future."