Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Yesterday, after returning from the Xuanqi Barracks to reminisce about the old days, as expected, Xue Yushi has been waiting for a long time.

Zongluo and Xue Yushi talked for a long time in the study room all night, and it was not until dawn in the east that he sent the old man out of the house in person.

The old man was nearly seventy years old, but he was still in good spirits, and he stayed up all night with a rosy face.

Before boarding the carriage, Xue Yushi stroked his long white beard: "I didn't expect this old man to see His Highness again in this life, I was so excited that I didn't notice it for a while, and even disturbed the dawn, sigh, I really lost most of my life. Done."

He had never seen any storms and waves in his life. He became an official when the late emperor was still alive, and he witnessed the bloody seizure of the imperial city and the change of the governor/// with his own eyes. Fortunately, he was an honest official at that time, and he didn't participate in it, and remained motionless in the wind and waves.

Now that he is old, he has begun to worry more about state affairs, and he is quite critical of Emperor Yuan.

That's right, it was actually Xue Yushi who handed in the nomination certificate after observing Zong Luo for a while. Zongluo, who was in the imperial city with a shaky foundation at the time, received this letter of nomination, and he was not surprised.

Zong Luo hurriedly said, "If Mr. Xue is here, it should be me who disturbed your rest."

Xue Yushi laughed three times: "Your Highness is too polite."

"By the way, since His Majesty has already ordered, then please cooperate with the treatment and take care of your health. After all, what we said last night requires a body to make money."

"sure."

After watching Xue Yushi leave, Zong Luo turned around and returned to the house.

As soon as I walked into the corridor, I saw Steward Liao standing there again with a smile: "Your Highness, the imperial doctor said, abstain from spicy food and stay up late. After all, you had something important to discuss last night, so the old slave will not say much, but today this is the case. Medicine, I'm afraid I need to drink a bowl."

The imperial doctor standing behind him had a stern face: "His Royal Highness, this is the witch medicine prepared by the minister himself. Please stay up late in the future, please."

Most of the genius doctors have some temper.

If you encounter such uncooperative patients on weekdays, you will not be able to say anything. But it happened that if the third prince dared not to be cured, he would have to chop off his head when he turned back.

Of course, life is more important than temper.

So the imperial doctor began to prescribe the medicine in resignation early in the morning.

Zongluo: ""

He looked at the two bowls full of witch medicine with a fascinating smell, his expression gradually stiffened.

After drinking the medicine in pain, Zong Luo went back to the bedroom to rest.

On weekdays, he was in the study, and when no one saw him, he could quietly dump it. But if you are stared at, you can only admit your fate and suffocate.

When he woke up again, it was almost time for lunch.

"His Royal Highness, Pei Xiang has just come."

Zong Luo asked casually, "How long has he been here?"

"When returning to His Highness, Lord Pei came just after His Highness rested. However, His Highness has not woken up. After sitting in the reception room for a few hours, Lord Pei seems to have urgently received another important matter. Leave in a hurry."

"I see."

He nodded, put on his coat, fastened his belt, and pushed out the door.

The brocade box that Pei Qianxue left behind contained a few yellow-orange-orange blessings.

Zong Luo stared at the few blessing fruit, sighed, and handed it over to the pharmacy.

Another day passed.

Director Liao went into the palace to get a round of medicine, and by the way told Zong Luo about Zong Ruichen's situation. There has been no news in the palace for the past two days. Tomorrow, Zongluo has to go to the palace on time to go to the palace for treatment, and take Ruichen out with him.

The only news was that the imperial doctor mentioned the ninth prince.

This morning, the imperial doctor also went back to the palace, and was temporarily called to see the ninth prince.

"Not long ago, the ninth prince was only grounded once. I don't know what happened, and he angered His Majesty again. It is said that a person was grounded in the hall, crying for the sky and grabbing the ground, making his voice hoarse. The old man was beside him. When I asked you to go, I thought it was about to die, but when I touched it, my body was clearly intact, and I didn't even suffer from the wind and cold."

While trying the medicine for Zong Luo, the imperial doctor complained: "This old man is the most annoying to pretend to be sick, it's a waste of time. In the early years, there were still several concubines in the harem who liked to play this set. I dipped the chicken blood with the handkerchief, covering my whole body, and the whole body was exposed at the first diagnosis."

Hearing him talk about Zong Hongjiu, Zong Luo couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

These imperial physicians are indeed some old rivers and lakes. If it wasn't for the secret acupoint-pointing technique of Guigu to physically create blood stasis, he really couldn't guarantee that he would be able to fool them like this.

But Zong Hongjiu actually made Emperor Yuan angry again?

Zong Luo recalled.

The worst thing Zong Hongjiu ever did in his last life was to beat Zong Ruichen to death.

Of course, Zong Ruichen is still a prince no matter how bad it is, and Zong Hongjiu decides that he does not have the ability to deal with it at will. It was mainly because Ye Linghan told him the secret, and he happened to meet Emperor Yuan's birthday. I don't know what shady means he used to make Ruichen fall into the name of a royal disobedience, intending to collude with the old clan to rebel, and finally he could only be punished.

Today is the 14th day of the twelfth lunar month. When the Chinese New Year is over at the end of the month, Emperor Yuan's birthday will come.

In these days, the courtiers found that the sage at the top seemed to be in a good mood for several days, so they became bolder.

Last year, because of the Hangu Pass incident, even the big birthday was not planned. It is said that Fengchang only submitted the proposal yesterday. Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuan directly agreed with a wave of his hand, so the standard ritual system that he had not dared to prepare before was put on the agenda again.

Speaking of Emperor Yuan's birthday

Zong Luo was suddenly silent for a while, then got up and walked to the bookcase, pulling open the hidden compartment on it.

In the dark grid lies a palm-sized piece of jade that has not yet been carved, with a lifelike dragon engraved above it, flying through the clouds and mist, with extraordinary momentum, glowing a faint green color in the dim sky.

No matter in terms of fineness or water, it can be called the best in a thousand miles.

Two years ago, in order to find this piece of raw jade, Zong Luo spent a lot of thought and searched all over the country, and only came from a mysterious businessman at a high price.

After getting this piece of jade, he personally found someone to draw a sketch, and took it with him all the time. Whenever he had time, he took out the carving knife and carved a few strokes.

This piece of jade was originally a gift that Zongluo prepared for Emperor Yuan's birthday.

Last year, the Battle of Hangu Pass also happened at the end of the year. If there was no sudden rebirth, this jade would have been properly packed in a brocade box and sent out.

Now, except for the bottom of a few clouds, it still needs to be carefully carved, and other places have been completed. It only needs to be polished and polished once, and it is the final product.

just now

The prince in white slowly pushed the cassette back.

The reborn he can no longer pick up the carving knife with the same mood as in his previous life.

The night is dark, and the moon is in the sky.

After pouring the medicine into the flower pot and putting the empty bowl back on the tray, Zong Luo straightened his clothes and walked out of the mansion.

The entire imperial city was like a beast dormant in the dark, unbelievably quiet.

The Dayuan Imperial City implements a curfew system at night. If there is nothing wrong after the sun goes down, the people are not allowed to go out on the street at will.

There are tall and short houses standing on the two weeks of the quiet bluestone road, like a lot of ghosts.

In the distance, there was the sound of a trot, and soldiers with weapons were on a routine patrol.

Winter nights are naturally very cold, there are signs of snow tonight, and the sky is full of broken flowers.

Zong Luo walked unhurriedly, like a stroll in a garden, every foot could step on the snowflakes that had just fallen, and a smudge of water appeared on the tip of his silver boots.

If someone looks at it from a distance, they can only see a touch of noble and spotless white, like snow rustling down from the top of the Tianshan Mountains.

He specially spared a long way and walked slowly towards the Beining Palace on the opposite corner.

According to Zong Luo's footsteps, when he reached Beining's palace, it was just past Hai Shi.

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the moon was surprisingly round, and it was coldly reflected on the bluestone road with a layer of frost.

Today is a good day for Zongluo to look forward to the stars and the moon, and tear up the calendar.

He was stunned for a day, waiting for the eyeliner around the Beining palace to confirm that the Beining prince probably hadn't left the palace for a day, and only set off at night.

The first chapter of "Able to Drink Nothing" details the protagonist's distaste for the day.

Zongluo still remembered the description in the original text.

"Few people know that the young master of the Yu family, who is always high above the ground, would have such embarrassed and frantic moments. Every time he fell ill, the anxiety that emanated from his body almost burned him to ashes, making him even more The thirst for blood and pain was a matter of course. This day was the day that Yu Beizhou did not want to be known. All the servants of the Yu family who saw him sick were all thrown into the mass grave the next day, and not even the whole body was left. Down."

It was this description that attracted him in the first place.

Zongluo is very fond of war-damaged protagonists, especially Yu Beizhou, who is still a beautiful and miserable hero.

The more miserable the author describes him, the more motivated Zongluo feels.

Zongluo was ashamed of his sexuality before reading the book, and felt that he might be a pervert in his heart. Of course, when he saw Yu Beizhou himself after reading through the book, he would not think so.

He can be called a pervert, so what is Yu Beizhou?

At any rate, Zongluo only thought about it in his heart and never put it into action, while Yu Beizhou did it clearly, for fear that others would not know that he was sick.

Of course, because he only read the comment section and the first three chapters, Zongluo didn't know exactly what happened when Yu Beizhou fell ill in the middle of the month.

In his last life, Zong Luo was self-sufficient and did not intend to use the golden finger of the plot to deal with Yu Beizhou.

If you want to blame, you can blame Yu Beizhou in this life for really angering him.

Zong Luo turned a corner happily, but did not want to see an unexpected scene in the dark alley.

In front of a splendid mansion, a few coarse cloth servants were pushing open the door and threw a familiar purple-clothed youth out the door.

The latter, like a rag sack that had leaked from the wind, rolled into the snow without making a sound.

Not long after, the servant who had been in the dark for a long time dared to show up, weeping bitterly.

If he remembered correctly, it was the Tingwei Mansion. His family's Bai Taining, Bai Gongzi, has been hanging out with Lao Liu all the year round, and Zong Luo has beaten him before.

This is the only way to go, and Zong Luo did not deliberately avoid it.

When he got closer, he realized that Ye Linghan was lying in the icy snow. He was only wearing a piece of clothing that was only used to cover his body. His bare back and shoulders were covered with bruises and purples. Horrible traces, not a single piece of good meat.

Hearing the footsteps, the helpless servant raised his face.

The prince in white was walking out of the dark alley with an umbrella of the same color, tall and tall, like a heavenly man.

"His Royal Highness Sansan."

Seeing the person coming, the servant seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw in the vast sea, and knelt upright on the ground: "Please save my prince."

Now the prince is in a coma, his high fever has not subsided, and his life and death are unknown.

In order to be able to return to the Wei Kingdom smoothly, the Proton Mansion has long been a family member. In the middle of the night, let alone a doctor, even if you get medicine, you may not get it.

"The last time the ninth prince happened, the old slave really couldn't bear to see it and pretended to say it."

Ye Linghan told him that he was not allowed to reveal a word.

But now in this extraordinary period, the servants can't take care of so much, and slapped blood on their foreheads: "The prince was tortured at the beginning, but he couldn't hold back and fainted, and he never revealed the secrets of you and the eighth prince from beginning to end. You questioned on the hunting ground, and the prince was only accepted as a slave, and he never defended one sentence."

"If you want to be punished, this old slave is willing to be slashed by thousands of swords. I just ask you to raise your hand and save the prince."