Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

In the quiet night of the imperial city, the sound of kowtowing spread far and wide.

"Three Highnesses, I beg you"

The servant knelt on the ground, his forehead was covered with blood, and he looked miserable.

Before the hunting art that day, perhaps someone saw Ye Linghan who had deliberately avoided the limelight to vote for the lottery on the last day of the Baijia Banquet.

The news reached Zong Hongjiu, who was furious and rushed into the Proton House with a mighty group of people. He casually found a reason to be disrespectful to Prince Dayuan, and if he caught it, he would beat him.

In the face of Zong Ruichen, he may be somewhat restrained. In the face of this unattended Wei Guo proton, Zong Hongjiu is just as happy as he is. Not only does Ye Linghan ride as a dog, but he often beats him until he can't get out of bed for three days.

This time too, Zong Hongjiu was determined to beat Ye Linghan to the point where he couldn't participate in the hunting art. Therefore, the courtiers who were skilled in their hands and feet showed no mercy at first. You punched me and kicked me down, and in a few strokes, Ye Linghan's back was bruised.

The servants had long been kicked aside and huddled in the narrow corner.

He raised his head tremblingly, looking from the gap between the people, Ye Linghan clenched his teeth and kept silent, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, and his appearance was miserable.

"Okay, why didn't I find that you were a hard bone?"

Zong Hongjiu said viciously: "Hit this prince, beat him to death! Discounted his legs!"

His Royal Highness, what a pain in the ass!

The servant begged for mercy, but couldn't stop crying.

Tomorrow's hunting art is the only hope for returning to Weiguo. If your legs are really broken today, you won't have to count on them in the future.

The servant couldn't understand why the master was reluctant to say it, even Ye Linghan couldn't understand. He has always been a person who will do anything to achieve his goals, but he will learn from those ridiculous loyal and loyal people on such a thing and keep silent.

The sound of punching and kicking resounded through the cold palace.

Just when Zong Hongjiu asked his men to take the torture tool and wanted to give Ye Linghan a taste of the newly developed criminal law in private, the servant finally couldn't help but speak.

"Yes, it's the eighth prince! He is a fool who deliberately disguised himself!"

After these people left, the old slave who followed Ye Linghan from the Wei Kingdom knelt on the ground, crying to clean up the blood scabs and wounds on his own prince.

"His Royal Highness, I'm sorry, it's the old slave's fault, the old slave will go to the lake."

The old slave was the only slave he brought from Wei, who has followed him to the present.

Over the years, those other entourages, either because other princes of the Wei Kingdom placed him in the eyeliner, or because they were greedy for the glory and wealth of the Great Yuan, had long since escaped from the Proton House.

Only one master and one servant remain.

The purple clothed youth half-closed his eyes: "I don't blame you, don't go."

The third prince is kind to the master, and Zong Ruichen is also the only friend of the prince who can speak to the prince in the great imperial city of Dayuan.

In fact, the old slave knows in his heart that if Zong Hongjiu fights again, it is hard to say whether the master will hold on to the whistleblowing. After all, the importance of hunting art is self-evident. Comparing personal relationships, it is clear at a glance which is more important. The master has never been a person who can't tell the priority.

But I didn't say it, after all, I still didn't say it, this can't be fake.

But the old slave didn't think of anyone. When the third highness of the hunting art field came to the door, the master never defended himself and told the truth, but suffered the opponent's sword all his life.

Now that the servant said it, he only hoped that the third highness, who had always been high-spirited, could recite that for the sake of His Highness not informing, and raise his hand. He has already prepared for the worst. If the Third Highness is still angry, it is not too bad for him to give up this cheap life.

"His Royal Highness, you have always helped the weak, I beg you to save the prince."

Just when the servant grabbed the ground with his head and begged Zong Luo, he was lying on the ground, and Ye Linghan, who was like a muddy beach, moved his fingertips indistinctly.

Pain, the whole body hurts like being run over by a carriage.

Not a single piece of skin is intact, the legs/// are more like being torn apart, mixed with blood and a disgusting sticky touch, forcibly splitting him in half.

After the Qing ceremonies, the envoys from the state of Wei had to go back.

In the past few days, Ye Linghan has been trying to find a way to hand over the invitation and ask to see the envoy.

He also didn't care whether he would be discovered, because it was his only life-saving straw. If he misses this time, and when Wei Guo completely abolishes the crown prince, then Ye Linghan will have no hope of returning to his motherland in this life.

However, as if the envoy of Wei had expected it long ago, he closed the door and did not see him.

As a last resort, Ye Linghan had no choice but to inquire about the positions of Wei's envoys.

Tomorrow is the day when the envoy returns to the country. At dinner tonight, he finally received news that the envoy had been drinking and having fun at Bai Tingwei's mansion these days, singing and singing every night.

Ye Linghan suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart.

This was the high branch he had climbed before. Bai Taining was their son-in-law, the culprit who humiliated him last time during the Qing Dynasty.

He knew it.

The news was also deliberately handed to him.

Today's banquet is probably a Hongmen banquet.

But Ye Linghan had to go.

If he gave up completely, and An An was a proton in the Great Abyss, and explained it here in this life, then he would not talk about glory and wealth, at least he would be able to live a good life.

But Ye Linghan wanted to go back. He was ambitious and wanted to get back everything that belonged to him, and he would spare no expense for it.

So he went.

As soon as he entered the door, Bai Taining instructed a few burly men who did not know where to find him, and pressed him to the ground.

The envoy of Wei State stood with him, chatting and laughing, occasionally sneering a few times, like watching a clown jumping from a beam.

The next few hours were Ye Linghan's darkest and most painful, unbearable memories, which could be called hellish memories.

During this process, he thought countless times that it would be better to bite his tongue and commit suicide, but the fire in his heart, called hatred, intensified, almost engulfing him.

Before being thrown out, the envoy of the State of Wei gave him a contemptuous look: "The Seventh Prince said that you are very thoughtful, and your city is very deep, and you need to take more precautions. I didn't expect it to be true, and you are willing to commit yourself to doing such things. I was eye-opening."

The Seventh Prince is Wei Guo's next crown prince.

From beginning to end, Ye Linghan was nothing but a chess piece to be played with in the palm of his hand. They had already guessed his reaction, like hanging a donkey with carrots, never giving the donkey a chance to taste the carrots.

"Don't worry." The envoy said, "I will report to Your Majesty that Prince Ye was a prostitute in Dayuan."

Then, he was thrown out of the house.

He was in a state of embarrassment, except for a piece of ragged clothes that could be used to cover his body.

Ye Linghan's mind was still in chaos, and he couldn't hear what the servant was saying. He only opened his mouth subconsciously, and said in a voice like a gossamer, "Go to Beining Palace."

Hearing his voice, the servant turned back quickly: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness!"

The continuous calls finally brought back Ye Linghan's senses.

He raised his eyes reluctantly, and his eyes finally froze when they touched the corner of the white shirt in front of him.

The corners of the clothes are embroidered with intricate and gorgeous dark golden patterns, which are owned by Quan Dayuan and only one person has it.

The snow that fell from the sky seemed to never end, just like the icy temperature on the bluestone road, from Ye Linghan's body to his limbs, and finally his blood to freeze, all the way to the bottom of his heart.

Ye Linghan never thought that the moment when he was the most embarrassed and most disgusted, would be seen by this person.

He didn't even have the courage to look up.

That man is like the moon on the horizon and flowers in the water, but he is as dirty as the mud on the ground and the dust under the dust.

Zong Luo held an umbrella, approached and looked condescendingly, finally seeing what was on Ye Linghan's body.

The latter was naked///naked, his legs that could not be covered sticking out from the corners of his robe, even if he was not tortured, he still twitched involuntarily. It was blue and purple, full of pinch marks and palm prints, dripping blood mixed with unknown white/// turbidity on the dirty road.

Even after eavesdropping on the conversation and knowing that the third prince was really invisible, Ye Linghan still shrank into his clothes, and he never stopped even though he brought a heart-wrenching pain. As if hoping to cover up the mess of humiliation, and also like pulling the fig leaf of the last bit of dignity.

The prince in white frowned.

He was not straight in the first place, and the south wind prevailed among the nations. In the early years, there were several monarchs of small countries who openly raised male pets, and even established male concubines and males. Naturally, it is impossible not to see Ye Linghan's previous what happened.

No wonder.

Zongluo remembered that when he flipped through the comment area before reading through the book, he saw that many readers would add the word distressed when discussing Ye Linghan, and also added the sentence "After all, I have encountered such a thing, it is impossible not to be black, right? It's so miserable."

Zong Luo had been very curious in his previous life. Although Ye Linghan was unscrupulous in the beginning, he did not become so mad that he could be called madness in the later stage. His whole body was soaked in black mud and completely abandoned worldly morality and ethics.

If something like this happened in the middle of it, then that's okay.

In addition, he heard that Ye Linghan, the former talent, in a weak voice asked the servant to take him to the Beining palace, thinking that he wanted to ask Yu Beizhou for help.

In this case, Yu Beizhou didn't say help him. As long as even a little bit leaked from his fingers, the paranoid he would meet him like a moth to a flame, and treat that person as the only god in his heart.

No wonder Ye Linghan was extremely inferior in his last life, his personality was blackened and distorted, and he was only good to Yu Beizhou.

The servant of "Three Highness" is still pleading.

Ye Linghan wanted to tell him to shut up, but there was only a whine like a bellows from his throat.

Zong Luo sighed in his heart, and took the umbrella and handed it over.

He has always despised such coercion.

In addition, although he had a prejudice against Ye Linghan, in the final analysis, the informer was Ye Linghan from a previous life. Although Zong Luo was surprised that Ye Linghan didn't say anything in this life, the servant was right, if he didn't do it, he didn't do it. The difference of one thought is so far away.

When Zongluo asked Xuanqi to take care of Ye Linghan, he knew how hard it was to be a hostage in another country.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Yu family of Wei Guo wanted to put their eggs in two baskets, like Da Yuan's surrender, and the growing power of the motherland, forming a silent deterrent, I am afraid Zong Luo would not be much better.

"Take this umbrella and go to my house to find Steward Liao, he knows what to do."

Zong Luo took off his coat and bent over to put on Wei Guo Proton, whose shoulders were exposed in the cold wind. After doing all this, he turned around and left without taking a single thought.

From the beginning to the end, he never touched Ye Linghan even once.

Looking at this person's elegant and refined, unstained back, for some reason, Ye Linghan's heart was ashes.

No pride, no dignity, all worthless.

Wei Guoproton clenched the clean coat that was incompatible with him, trembling all over: "Are you thinking that I am dirty?"

The white-clothed prince did not look back and walked towards the Beining Palace.