Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Zong Luo didn't sleep a night.

He stood by the window and looked up at the dark night sky from the full moon to the dawn of the day.

Zongluo had long ignored the pain in his neck.

To be honest, Yu Beizhou spoke a few times, although he used a little force, but he didn't even frown a few more times, he just felt that the loss of blood was uncomfortable.

The pain of committing suicide in the last life was much more painful than those of Yu Beizhou.

Zong Luo was thinking about the dream Gu Ziyuan said.

After he finished speaking, Zong Luo couldn't wait to ask a lot of details.

"In the dream, I didn't seem to have much interaction with Brother Luo, and I only remembered that the officers and soldiers sealed the entire imperial city. I don't know what happened. I only know that His Majesty seemed to have a sudden illness in the past few days. What happened? , it is not clear.”

Unfortunately, the help that Gu Ziyuan can provide is very limited.

Not to mention that he didn't have many roles in "Can Drink a Cup of Nothing" at all, not even a supporting role. In his last life, when Zongluo didn't escape, he was always the third prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty. Later, he was sent to the frontier, and even more so. It is impossible to have much intersection with Gu Ziyuan.

In his previous life, Gu Ziyuan was only a person who devoted himself to cultivating history, not a cardinal minister. Many things were only half-understood, and it was unknown how many generations had passed through word of mouth, which was misleading.

Just like what he said just now, after deduction, it is impossible to know whether Emperor Yuan is awake or not. Officers and soldiers closed the city, it could be an order from the emperor, and it could also be someone who initiated a political///change.

Thinking of this, Zong Luo couldn't help sighing.

People like Gu Ziyuan who didn't have much interaction with him in their previous lives had dreams about them, so what about other people?

If it can really be regarded as a specious dream, it would be good, but if he pays attention, it may be a big hindrance to his plan.

After all, the legends of gods and ghosts, immortals and immortal tombs in the great wilderness have never been cut off.

A dream, modern people may laugh and pass, but ancient people will really think it is some kind of omen, or immortal dream.

"No, you must calm down. In fact, thinking about this matter carefully is also a double-edged sword for me."

Originally, Zong Luo's idea was to slowly restore his eyesight in the public eye, so as to catch people who were hiding behind the scenes and find out the oddities that may have existed in his previous life.

If someone gradually dreams of the past, it is equivalent to handing over the breakthrough point to Zong Luo.

He doesn't need to think about the layout any more, he just needs to stay put, and the people behind the scenes will probably jump out on their own.

Just gotta get up to speed.

Zong Luo sighed again.

Before that, I'm afraid he will have to see Yu Beizhou.

It hurts to think about it.

However, Yu Beizhou was not the most difficult one.

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Zong Luo was most afraid of was Emperor Yuan.

He still hadn't figured out what happened at the witch sacrifice ceremony. Emperor Yuan killed him once in his last life, so it's hard to say whether he would kill him a second time.

But what should be paid off has been paid off. If Zong Luo said anything in his previous life, he would not be able to kill himself again.

But if he really wants to go that far, how should he handle himself?

Zong Luo's mind was in a mess, looking at the fading sky in the east, he didn't think about anything at all, he took off his shoes and went to sleep.

After about two hours of sleep, he was woken up.

"Your Highness, today is the day you enter the palace."

Butler Liao knocked on the door lightly: "It's past noon now, and the person sent by Your Majesty to ask questions has been waiting in front of the mansion for an hour. If you still don't wake up, I'm afraid you'll be offended."

Once every three days, just today is the time when I first entered the palace for acupuncture.

Zong Luo rubbed his head and sat up from the bed, letting the servants who streamed in to arrange and put on his clothes for him.

When entering the palace, you naturally have to dress formally and not be too casual, otherwise there is a risk of losing your honor in front of the imperial court.

Seeing him listless, the old housekeeper's eyes flashed: "Your Highness stayed up late last night?"

Zongluo: "Oops, I forgot about this.

He hurriedly stood up and denied: "No, no."

In the past, when the army was marching and fighting, it was necessary to sleep lightly at night and maintain a high level of vigilance, for fear of an enemy attack. So Zong Luo had already developed a physical habit of sleeping on the pillow, waking up whenever there was movement, and not feeling tired after only sleeping for a few hours a day.

The problem lies in the witch medicine boiled by the imperial doctor.

There are three medicines every day, the time is different, and the witch medicine materials used in them are also different. Maybe some sleeping ingredients were added to the medicine at night, which made people feel sleepy, and they could sleep until the third day in one night.

Anyway, Zong Luo's external image is now a sick person, and the people in the entire Third Prince's Mansion are watching him carefully every day, like a piece of fragile porcelain, for fear that something will happen to him. After listening to the imperial doctor saying that sleep can promote blood flow in the meridians around the eyes, they could not wait to put Zong Luo on the bed every morning and night.

But it is rare to sleep for so long.

Because the news that Gu Ziyuan brought yesterday was too shocking, Zong Luo abruptly endured until the day. Now that the backlash has come, I just feel that my mind is a little muddled.

"His Royal Highness should follow the doctor's orders and take good care of your eyes before you can take care of your eyes."

The old butler's eyes swept across the faint blue color under his eyes, and he did not ask any further questions, but said earnestly: "The body is the foundation of everything."

Zong Luo, who was obviously not sick and pretended to be sick, couldn't help but feel guilty, and nodded quickly to assure.

He walked out the door, and Zhao Yebai, who had just run out of the stable, came over with his reins in his hands. After putting the rope in his hand, he stood up straight.

Every time I see this scene, Zong Luo wants to sigh with emotion, his horse really has a strong sense of self-management.

As soon as he got on the horse, suddenly a servant came to report: "Your Highness, Young Master Ye is awake and wants to see you."

Zong Luo had already mounted his horse. He hesitated between going to the palace and seeing Ye Linghan, but still said, "Let him recover from his injuries and don't think too much. I'll talk about anything else when I get back."

After he finished speaking, he swung his whip away.

Zhao Yebai let out a low cry, and the dust flew away.

When he reached the gate of the palace, he handed the reins to the servant.

Yuan Jia, who had been at the gate of the palace for a long time, hurriedly greeted him: "Your Highness, you are finally here. Your Majesty is waiting for you to have lunch together."

Zongluo: "???"

He began to doubt his ears.

Emperor Yuan was busy with his affairs on weekdays, and he could review the memorials for a whole day after the court. Except for official business, he didn't like to be disturbed at will. Every year, there were several tragic cases in which beautiful women who had no eyesight were thrown out of the Zhanggong after delivering soup and water. It is almost impossible to dine with others.

After returning from Weiguo, Zongluo lived in the palace for a year, and he had never enjoyed such an honor.

For so many years, it is said that only Zong Hongjiu has eaten with Emperor Yuan, and others are not envious.

So he walked to Zhang Palace with Yuan Jia with an indescribable mood.

As soon as I walked in, I was about to clasp my fists and salute, when a cold voice came from the top: "Did you know you were coming?!"

Zong Luo smiled bitterly in his heart.

He thought that when he came to the palace, he would just go to the imperial doctor to give acupuncture and drink medicine and then it would be over.

Because of the Qing Si incident, he was ready to avoid Emperor Yuan, so he slept late today. Who knew that his father didn't play cards according to common sense at all, and directly asked Yuan Jia to guard him at the gate of the palace.

The prince in white lifted his hem very neatly and neatly: "It's my son who is late, I hope Your Majesty will forgive you."

No matter what, the emperor in the feudal society is the biggest, so let's take over the pot first.

Emperor Yuan, who was standing behind the table, stood with his hands behind his back, and his sharp gaze came from behind Mian Hao.

Zong Luo was happy in his heart.

Fortunately, Bai Ling not only covered her eyes, but also covered the cyan that stayed up late last night.

Emperor Yuan snorted coldly, "Come and eat!"

His voice was hard, as if it hit the ground.

According to Zong Luo's understanding of his father, the louder the thunder, the less angry he was.

The real anger is like throwing the teacup directly in the last Qing Dynasty.

The palace servants who were waiting on the side stepped forward tremblingly.

The waiter in the imperial kitchen put together several table tops, and laid silk satin on the top. The other waiters holding red lacquer boxes entered one by one and brought warm dishes to them.

Yuan Jia lowered his brows and pleasing to his eyes, only sighing in his heart, not daring to say a word.

His Majesty is very organized on weekdays. When to get up, when to go to court early, when to meet with ministers, when to review memorials, when to dance swords, and when to eat dinner, these are all strictly timed. Just like the ascetic in the witch temple, they have been performing this routine for decades.

His Majesty should have used up this lunch as early as an hour ago.

According to the time, His Majesty should take a nap now, otherwise it will be easy to fall asleep after reviewing the memorials in the afternoon.

His Majesty was in a good mood this morning. However, this is still a good mood. Before the court, after the court, after meeting with the ministers, and before reviewing the memorial, each asked the third prince once whether he went to the imperial hospital. After getting negative answers several times, it gradually became dull.

Before the meal was passed, Emperor Yuan asked again, and when he heard that he was still in the future, his expression became obviously displeased, and he asked people to invite him quickly.

In the end, I invited him, and after another hour, the Third Highness came.

The weather was cold, and His Majesty did not pass the meal for a long time, and he had to ensure that it was warm. The waiter who was guarding the meal in front of the Zhang Palace changed the dishes four or five times before waiting for this ancestor.

Zongluo knew nothing of this.

He sat down silently following the guidance of the palace servants, quietly waiting for the dish to be finished, then picked up his chopsticks and ate with his head down.

One chopstick went down, and Zong Luo almost didn't let Zong Luo spray it out.

Emperor Yuan was hilarious, and he never listened to the advice to avoid eating and health because of his inner strength.

Among them, the pepper vinegar fresh shrimp is even more spicy and frowned.

The emperor on the other side saw it and waved his hand, while Zongluo wasn't paying attention, he removed the dish from the table while changing dishes.

The three words "Shitbuyan" faithfully ran through the entire palace.

Zong Luo buried his head in his meal, especially when he occasionally felt the sharp gaze falling on him, the speed of raking the rice became faster and faster.

When the palace servants removed the bowls and chopsticks, Zongluo handed over and said, "I won't disturb the emperor's lunch break, so I will go to the Imperial Hospital for treatment."

Don't bother? It's already afternoon!

Emperor Yuan closed the memorial heavily: "Go early and return early. After the treatment, come and see me before leaving."

Zongluo: ""

Reluctantly, he said yes.

When he was about to leave the palace, a voice suddenly came from a distance behind him: "If I find out that you dare to stay up late next time, you will move in for me and live in the palace next to the imperial hospital, don't want to go back to you again. The Prince's Mansion!"