Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Zong Luo walked to the guest room in the depths of the Prince's Mansion.

It has to be said that the old doctor's golden needle for treatment has gone down, and he is now almost fully recovered. Acupuncture is useless, and he can see everything clearly. Perhaps because of the use of various precious medicinal materials, his eyesight has soared in a straight line.

I hope that the medical sage can come to the imperial city to cooperate with him in the past few days, otherwise he will really not be able to perform this scene alone.

Zong Luo didn't push the door in a hurry, but went to the imperial doctor first.

Now that the sun has just set, it is just the time when the imperial physician is handed over.

Zong Luo pushed open the door, and the old imperial doctor who was squatting in front of the medicine basket threw down the medicine in his hand, and quickly stood up and saluted, "Your Highness."

Zong Luo waved his hand to indicate that he didn't have to do this: "Doctor Lin, let me ask, how is the young man in the medical hall?"

As soon as he said this, the imperial doctor squatted on the ground and clapped his hands: "Your Highness, last night that young man was a veteran who practiced medicine for so many years, and he has never seen such a condescending method! It's really a loss of conscience and conscience! "

This kind of dehumanizing thing, no matter who it is on, whether it is a man or a woman, is definitely a double destruction both physically and psychologically.

The old imperial doctor had heard that some shady methods were often used in the harem of the late emperors, and one of them, a concubine who had disturbed the court, liked to use this to punish subordinates. But Emperor He Yuan's harem is too peaceful to be overwhelmed by the wind and waves. Whoever dares to jump will die, and he will never miss the old love. The former concubine Rong, who had been in the harem for a while, was executed because of her involvement in the case of the mother's family's rebellion. The blood of the nobles also rushed into the drains of the common people in the vegetable market.

"That young master was in a coma last night, and the old minister asked Xiaotong to give him medicine, but it was mostly trauma. After waking up today, no one will give him medicine anyway. His Royal Highness's medicine is the best medicine, as long as it is not like today. In the afternoon, do not listen to persuasion, take good care of it, you should be fine."

"What about Young Master Ye's hand?" Zong Luo touched his nose.

He deeply regretted that he was preconceived and put what Ye Linghan had done in his previous life into Ye Linghan in this life.

Although the fault of the servant, the master has to follow it, just like Emperor Yuan would not care who is innocent and who is not. But Ye Linghan didn't say it, and Zongluo wasn't the kind of person who took anger out of nowhere.

"It's okay, his arm just looked badly injured, but he didn't actually pierce the meridians. To put it bluntly, it's just a little flesh wound, and it's enough to keep it for a while, and the root cause of the disease will not be cured."

There will be no sequelae.

After Zong Luo confirmed that it was correct, he signaled the next person to go in and report.

A hoarse voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Pushing open the door, a strong scent of witch medicine blows in. The huge charcoal basin was placed on the ground, and the fire was burning inside, which further smothered this stagnant medicine.

Zong Luo frowned slightly and closed the door behind him.

The old imperial doctor said that Ye Linghan was covered in injuries, and blood was seeping from many places. If he was forced to dress, the Yu family would be in unbearable pain under the rubbing of the clothes. However, Ye Linghan did not listen to the advice and stood abruptly in front of the Third Prince's Mansion for two hours, and finally passed out due to lack of energy.

After he passed out, the slave helped him take off the clothes that would hurt even covering his body, and put him on the bed. Now he seems to be awake.

It is indeed a patient who does not listen to the doctor's orders, no wonder the old imperial doctor keeps talking about it.

For the sake of courtesy, considering that the other party is not only in a vacuum state now, but also encountered a very bad thing not long ago, Zong Luo did not go forward, but just stood at the door.

The young man sat on the bed with his hair loose and a thick blanket draped over him.

His face was unspeakably haggard, his lips were pale, and his eyes were sunken, but he was burning with a completely different fire from before.

Zong Luo had seen Ye Linghan in this state.

The person who followed behind Yu Beizhou in the last life was such a blackened Ye Linghan.

Before that, Wei Guo Proton was arrogant, silent, and knew how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

But since then, he has become an unscrupulous, insanely wicked lunatic.

The room was silent.

Just when Zong Luo wanted to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, Ye Linghan suddenly spoke, his voice extremely hoarse: "Why are you standing so far?"

His fingertips were still clutching the crane cloak draped over his shoulders.

Zong Luo took a look and realized that it was the robe he put on Ye Linghan last night. A large piece has been cut off from the bottom, and the original appearance cannot be seen at all, but the latter is still clenched tightly, and the knuckles are white, and they will not let go a little.

Zong Luo was about to explain, but remembered that he was still blind and shouldn't see this.

So when the words came to his mouth, he turned a corner again: "I don't really like the smell of witch medicine."

Indeed, the servants of the Third Prince's Mansion knew that His Highness did not like to drink medicine, so they would pay attention to the medicine according to Director Liao's instructions when drinking medicine three times a day.

Hearing that it wasn't because of him that he didn't stand closer, Ye Linghan's pale and paper-like complexion finally improved a little, with a little more blood that could not be traced.

He stared closely at the prince in white not far away, and in an instant there were thousands of emotions in his heart.

Like last night in the snow.

He's naked//naked//he is in a state of embarrassment, and his heart is ashes.

But this person is holding a spotless umbrella, his clothes are whiter than the snow falling on the umbrella, like a white cloud high in the sky.

Ye Linghan didn't understand why he had such complicated emotions.

When he was so ugly and unsightly, being caught by such a person made his mind more and more like the mud that rotted and grew maggots in the ground.

He should hate him. Ye Linghan thought.

The arm that was hanging down to the side was still aching.

But Ye Linghan himself knew very well that if the old slave didn't say anything on that day, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to last long. Even if Zong Luo's secret is not revealed, Zong Ruichen, who has only superficial friendship with him, may still be unable to escape.

Zong Luo said: "I don't know the truth, it's my fault to stab you in vain. I'm here to apologize to you."

"These days, you can rest assured here to recuperate. If you need anything, tell the servants directly, and they will try their best to meet your needs. I have already asked the imperial doctor, as long as you cooperate with the treatment, there will be no root cause of the disease in the future."

Look, even facing a person like him and seeing such a scene, he is still so dignified and his face does not change.

If it were the previous Ye Linghan, fire should rise in his heart.

But now he doesn't have any extra thoughts.

Ye Linghan paused and whispered, "I see."

Just when Zong Luo was about to open his mouth and asked him what else he was doing, he suddenly saw the person on the bed struggling to get up. With such a movement, the thin quilt also slid down, revealing the skin covered with bruised finger marks underneath, which looked extremely tragic.

"What are you doing?" Zong Luo couldn't help frowning.

In the next second, Wei Guo Proton knelt directly to the ground.

Ye Linghan only knelt over the imperial mausoleum of Wei.

Kneeling etiquette is not popular in this era, and ministers only need to clasp their fists and salute when they see the king. Kneeling is only required when the saint is angry and asks for forgiveness, or in other special circumstances.

What's more, with Ye Linghan's pride, it is impossible for him to kneel on other people casually.

But now he knelt down, on his knees.

The young man is thin, as if he will go away when he blows it.

Hate can completely change a person

Because he was too surprised, Zong Luo did not agree to Ye Linghan's request in the end.

He never expected that Ye Linghan would kneel directly to him, swearing that he would only be loyal to him in the future, and that he would be the master.

But soon, Zong Luo calmed down.

"There is no free lunch in the world, and of course there is no free dedication and allegiance. What do you want from me?"

Ye Linghan's back stiffened, his fists clenched tightly, and he said in a low voice, "I think"

For the first time in his life, he didn't know how to answer this question.

Does he hate it?

Ye Linghan thought that he hated it.

He wished the Seventh Emperor's younger brother died, and the envoys of the Wei Kingdom died, to the point that he wanted to dig out and smash their bones piece by piece with his own hands.

He also hated Wei Guo, his ruthless father and emperor, hated fate, and hated God, to the point of wanting to destroy his homeland with his own hands.

Now he doesn't care anymore.

Dignity, pride, identity, status, everything, Ye Linghan can not.

If it is just revenge, the third prince of Dayuan is not the best choice.

After all, everyone knows that the third prince is not favored, and now he is still blind, it can be said that the future can be seen at a glance. According to the tradition of the Great Yuan clan, most of the princes who failed to seize the crown would not end well.

If you want to choose, you should also choose the sixth prince or the fifth prince. No matter how bad it is, the fourth prince is more reliable than Zong Luo who loses the possibility of inheriting the throne.

But Ye Linghan still knelt down.

In his heart, there was still a selfishness that could not be explained clearly.

I just want to be a little bit closer to this person, a little bit closer.

Just follow from a distance.

It seems that such a distance can be illuminated by this round of breeze and bright moon.

"I want revenge." In the end, Ye Linghan said the same thing.

Zong Luo naturally did not know these complicated and unknown thoughts.

The reason for his refusal is very simple, that is, he thinks that Ye Linghan may have a fever, and his brain is burned into confusion.

In the last life, Ye Linghan chased after Yu Beizhou's hard-working appearance. In this life, he has only helped a little. Is it possible that he can turn back?

Zong Luo recalled that the last time he met Ye Linghan, it was the sword he stabbed in the hunting art field. Because it was not clear that the other party overheard the conversation between him and Emperor Yuan in the Qing Sili after this, he still stayed on Ye Linghan's expression of resentment towards him.

If nothing else, in the previous situation, Zongluo felt that if he really accepted Ye Linghan, he was probably more likely than Gongsun You to go against the water.

But of course, Zong Luo's way of refusal was more euphemistic because of the idea that the other party was a patient.

He said, "Let's talk about this when you are healed."

When he said this, he subconsciously frowned and looked out the window through Bai Ling.

Outside the thick window screens, the night is forcing the setting sun to retreat, and it is deeply reflected.

Not far away, a branch of cold plum came over the wall and fluttered twice in the wind, but there was no movement.