Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Seeing Gu Ziyuan at first glance, Zong Luo rarely felt a little guilty.

When he had a chat with his uncle, he felt that Gu Ziyuan was too sincere and did not understand the world. In addition, there were too many variables in returning to the imperial city, so I didn't tell him.

The other Confucian disciples also did not know Zong Luo's identity, only that he was the actual leader of the team.

Zongluo had previously focused all his attention on solving the male protagonist and male supporting role in "Can Drink a Cup of Nothing", as well as his own domestic tyrant father, completely ignoring the friends he had made by accident in this life.

It is true that he cannot be blamed, after all, Gu Ziyuan has no name in the original book. Even Zong Luo had only heard his name once in his last life. It seems that after Baijiayan won the top spot in calligraphy, he went to Zhaowen Hall to study history.

Zong Luo estimated that Gu Ziyuan, who was in his previous life, did not participate in any follow-up episodes.

It has not been three years and five years since the history of cultivation, and it is impossible to cultivate it at all, let alone mix and seize the crown. Which prince who has seized the crown would have such a hard time thinking about it.

He paused, "No need, Ziyuan should call me the same as before."

Zongluo went through it in his mind, and finally decided to go all the way to the dark.

Confucianism put the treasure on him, which itself carries a certain risk. If Gu Ziyuan found out, it would inevitably be affected. It would be better not to say anything and let him go back to the path of not asking about world affairs in his previous life and focusing on cultivating history.

I just don't know how much Gu Ziyuan has guessed now.

He just lacks experience, and he is still very smart, otherwise he would not be able to be respected as a great Confucian, to overwhelm Qunfang at the Baijia Banquet, and to become the leader of calligraphy.

Hearing that Zongluo's true identity is the third prince, and thinking about it carefully, it is inevitable that there will be clues.

If he guessed it, Zong Luo didn't plan to forcibly hide it.

Gu Ziyuan, who was drooping his head just now, immediately raised his eyes: "Really?!"

His expression was excited, and there was no sign of strangeness, and the loss and sadness just now were all swept away.

Zongluo: ""

have to. It was he who had too much hope, this guy didn't even guess it at all!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Can I still lie to you?"

"Brother Luo!"

It was obvious to the naked eye that Gu Ziyuan changed from drooping head to ecstatic in seconds, Zong Luo wondered if he had seen a big dog.

But joy begets sorrow.

"Ziyuan, let's go ahead and talk about it?"

It's never a problem to stand at the door and talk. Just when Zong Luoxian hurriedly told him to take a break in the reception room, Gu Ziyuan said hello first, and was about to walk forward when he suddenly swayed twice and almost fell on the spot.

Zong Luo was startled and quickly reached out to help him.

He had already noticed the abnormal look on Gu Ziyuan's face, it was cold and windy outside, and it was frosty last night, but when the latter came, he was still wearing a thin autumn clothes.

During the Qing ritual yesterday, the Confucian disciples said that Gu Ziyuan was sick with a cold and did not come. It seems that today he was not fully recovered, so he ran out to find him.

"No, it's fine."

Being supported by the prince in white, Gu Ziyuan's face suddenly flushed.

Zong Luo frowned, raised his hand and touched his forehead, the place where his fingers touched was extremely hot.

"Is it okay?"

He directly instructed the servant standing beside him: "Let the kitchen cook a bowl of ginger soup, just as the imperial doctor is there, come over and show it to Young Master Gu."

Wrapped in that cold and clear breath, Gu Ziyuan's body was stiff, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't know where to put his hands. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, so he was arranged so dizzy.

"Pfft."

Just after Zong Luo had arranged Gu Ziyuan properly and sent him to the guest room for the imperial doctor to consult, an undisguised sneer suddenly came from the heights behind him.

"Three Highnesses!"

The white-clothed prince lowered his eyebrows and gestured with the frightened guard, "It's okay."

As early as when Zong Luo was supporting Gu Ziyuan, he felt a strong presence of eyes fell on him. This kind of peeping, but also extremely malicious, eyes that make people stand upright, are too familiar to do what he thinks.

Sure enough, when he looked back, he saw a young man with flamboyant eyebrows sitting in the corner of the house covered with thin snow. With one hand supporting his head, his black hair snaked like a snake and scattered over his shoulders and white fur, and his red clothes were dazzling, as if this was the only bright color in the world of frost.

When looking at Zong Luo, the corners of his good-looking eyes and brows will always have an inexorable smile.

"Not yet congratulations to senior brother for getting what he wished for."

Zong Luo was not surprised.

With Yu Beizhou's level of light power, it would be rather strange if he were to be discovered by a mediocre mansion guard.

What's more, the Beining Prince's Mansion and the Third Prince's Mansion are separated by a diagonal distance. It is difficult to say whether Yu Beizhou's choice of location at that time was intentional. According to the character that after rebirth, the other party will come to me in whatever he does, it is not surprising to appear here.

Thanks to him building the walls of the Prince's Mansion so high, it can protect the gentleman, but not the villain.

I really hope that Yu Beizhou doesn't sit up and slip, falls, and breaks his leg.

Just when Zong Luo was going to retort, another servant came to report: "His Royal Highness, another guest is here."

"Come in quickly."

The people who came in this time finally did not surprise Zong Luo.

The general in black armor strode into the mansion, followed by several other mysterious cavalrymen.

With his hands hanging beside him, he was so nervous that his fingers were curled up in the face of the million-dollar teacher who never flinched.

The moment he saw the white-robed prince standing in front of the study and the white silk in his eyes, Mu Yuanlong's always resolute face finally couldn't hold back, and his voice trembled: "His Royal Highness?"

White clothes and gold lining, high black hair, picturesque eyebrows, still the most familiar dress, even the curvature of the corners of the mouth is the same.

It is impossible for a soldier not to recognize his own commander.

Several mysterious cavalrymen knelt on the ground in unison, and their voices could not hide their excitement: "See Your Highness!"

Zong Luo smiled: "You are here."

He subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall.

For some reason, when standing in the cold wind, Zong Luo suddenly remembered that Yu Beizhou was holding his wrist, and with just a few fingers, he could feel the temperature of the other person's body being much higher than ordinary people.

Especially for someone like Zong Luo with a low body temperature, it was like a stove.

The young man in red who was sitting on the corner of the wall was nowhere to be seen, and only a pile of melted ice remained.

The plum tree swayed and snow fell

The next meeting with the former subordinates went very smoothly.

Xuanqi was the soldier he brought out, and each of them was chosen by Zongluo himself. Some of them came from other corps, and some were directly selected from the recruiting camp. Among them, there were many younger brothers who Zongluo had recruited from other powerful families in the imperial city before, as well as talents from other countries.

It stands to reason that the prince does not have the power to form personal soldiers. Since Zongluo has obtained this power, Xuanqi is equivalent to a private army directly loyal to him. Although the other half of the tiger talisman is stored with Emperor Yuan, as long as Zongluo thinks about it, the owner of Xuanqi will always be him.

Zongluo may distrust many people, but he will never disbelieve his own soldiers.

In his last life, he was banished to the border by an edict from Emperor Yuan.

Before leaving, Zongluo went to the barracks with his body on his knees for a day and a night, bluntly saying that he was going to the border and was ready to never return to the imperial city in this life.

He is alone, but his soldiers are both old and young. Although he usually pays a lot of subsidies to them, it matters a lot.

Zong Luo really didn't want to delay the future of his brothers, so he persuaded all the brothers to release their troops and unload their horses. In the early morning of tomorrow, he would send a letter to the captain to relieve them of their military status.

After speaking, Zong Luo drove everyone out of the barracks.

There is such a process before every expedition. The soldiers had to go home to pack their luggage, meet their family members, and also subsidize the family with their monthly stipends, because no one knew if this time would be a goodbye.

However, when the troops were ordered on the second day, Zongluo counted them one by one.

At the end of the count, his voice almost choked.

More than 3,000 people came back, and none of them left.

Later, after two years at the border gate, Zong Luo received a biography from Xue Yushi and planned to return to the imperial city immediately.

It was still the same as two years ago. Before he left, he told all the brothers that if he followed him back, he would probably be directly involved in the battle for the reserve, and he would die.

The final result is the same as two years ago.

Zongluo killed himself under the imperial city, and the Xuanqi who accompanied him back were wiped out.

With such a team that would rather die in pursuit of him, Zongluo had no doubt that regardless of his honorable status, they would swear to follow him until they could no longer walk.

"Deputy General Mu Yuanlong, see Your Highness!"

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the study, Mu Yuanlong would kneel on the ground and present the tiger talisman.

This tiger talisman was made after the death of the third prince with the Xuanqi tiger talisman. The shape and style are different from the old tiger talisman in Zongluo's hands.

Zong Luo hurriedly went to help: "Get up quickly. You are already the commander, why are you kneeling casually."

Since his death at Hangu Pass last year, the military power of Xuanqi was handed over to Mu Yuanlong by Emperor Yuan.

In terms of emotion and reason, Mu Yuanlong is now regarded as the main general of Xuanqi Zhenger Bajing. In addition to meeting the Son of Heaven on important occasions, when you see Yu Beizhou, you only need to clasp your fists and salute.

Mu Yuanlong was reluctant to get up, and said solemnly, "This minister will always be His Highness's lieutenant."

"His Royal Highness took the tiger talisman, and I will rise again."

Zongluo sighed: "Now that I am like this, it is an extravagant hope to lead troops to fight. Why do you do this, admit a blind man as the master, and speak out to make people laugh."

"Where is your Highness?"

Mu Yuanlong was anxious: "Xuanqi is His Highness's personal soldier."

Behind him, the other mysterious cavalrymen also bowed their heads and knelt down, not wanting to get up.

Zong Luo was half bitter and half moved.

Bitterness is because Bitterness ended up in such an end in his last life, and even dragged down these brothers under his hands. Moved, is moved by their perseverance.

"Your Highness, everyone in the camp is looking forward to your return."

"If His Highness does not accept it, the minister will immediately enter the palace to face the Holy Spirit, resign from this position, and return home."

It's also threatening.

Zongluo smiled bitterly: "Yuanlong, don't embarrass me."

Mu Yuanlong refused: "His Royal Highness, why don't you go to the camp with your ministers. Brothers miss you very much, so does Zhao Yebai."

After the battle of Hangu Pass, all the Xuanqi who survived, even if the general died, none of them left or applied for transfer.

"Over the past year, Xuanqi's daily practice has never stopped, and his loyalty has not changed."

"Now the whole army is on standby, and the whole army can be ready to go at any time, please instruct the general!"