Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Not long after Zong Luo returned, an uninvited guest came to the door.

"The Fourth Prince invited me out for a gathering?"

Chewing the news reported by the servants, Zong Luo fell into contemplation.

In the middle of the night, inviting him out always smells an unusual smell.

Thinking of some of the methods he had heard of in his previous life, Zong Luo felt that he had a bad premonition that the storm was about to come tonight.

Zong Yuanwu and Zong Yongliu have both come to visit in the past few days, but only Zong Chengsi, who had already offered Zong Luo a medicinal pill, did not move, and only gave some symbolic greetings.

To invite him to gather so suddenly, Zong Luo will inevitably think a lot.

It just so happened that Gu Ziyuan had a dream about a past life recently. Although it was only a few details, if you want to pay attention to it and connect it with this life, it would be a big threat to Zong Luo.

But the hunch is the hunch, since someone has invited, Zong Luo, who is trying to find a breakthrough point, will naturally not give up the opportunity.

What's more, Zong Chengsi was the absolute protagonist in the battle to seize the reserve in his past life, and the real winner in the end.

If he dreamed something but didn't take it seriously, and chatted with Zongluo, he could get the information for no reason.

The most important thing is that Zong Luo originally planned to take the fourth child as his target in this life.

So he instructed his servants to fetch a large crane cloak, put on an umbrella and go out.

Coincidentally, Xuanqi happened to be on the night patrol with the garrison tonight, and when they ran into him in front of the Prince's Palace, they bowed their heads and saluted.

"How is Ruichen now?"

Zong Ruichen was clamoring to learn martial arts, and when he came out, he said that he would go to Xuanqi to practice for a while, so Zong Luo threw him over, but also reserved a room for people in the mansion, and he could come back to live at any time when he took a break. .

"Reporting to Your Highness, when I came out for the night tour, the Eighth Highness was still riding horses in the martial arts field."

Mu Yuanlong has a straight-forward temperament. As a martial arts instructor, he is definitely the toughest kind.

Even if Zong Ruichen was His Royal Highness's younger brother, he would never put any water in it. Even after listening to Zong Luo say that Zong Ruichen wants to follow them on the battlefield in the future, the original strictness will only intensify.

Only those who have been on the battlefield know that the battlefield is definitely not a place to play.

If you don't have a solid basic skills now, the enemy's sword will never show mercy.

"Okay, I'm fine, you all continue to patrol."

Zongluo brought Zhao Yebai, who was yawning, fastened his sword, mounted the horse, and said to the servant who came to report: "Lead the way."

The servant was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he did not expect that the third prince, who had been behind closed doors for a few days, would actually agree to His Highness's invitation. But since he agreed, he quickly and respectfully answered yes and led the way in front.

The group passed through the alley in front of the Prince's Mansion, galloped on the quiet street, and headed east of the city.

The imperial city has always been quiet at night, but this quietness is relative.

For ordinary people, they are not allowed to go out after the curfew, so they go to bed early.

However, for the noble children, the curfew is just a different place to play. For example, Hualiu Street in the Evernight District in the east of the city, Qing///lou Teahouse Nanfeng Pavilion has everything, and the inner streets are connected together, so there is no need to go out of the street at all, and naturally the curfew rules cannot be violated.

The whole street is colorful, with flowers and willows green, with three-story buildings on both sides, wooden beams in the center, and sequins of colorful silk fluttering in the wind hanging down from the top.

Behind the thin window paper, a series of beautiful shadows were reflected on it, and many waved their hands to turn off the lights. In the distance, you could still hear the sound of Sizhu playing and laughing in a low voice.

The fourth prince, Zong Chengsi, was a frequent visitor here, and there was nothing wrong with eating, drinking, whoring///gambling. All the playboys of noble families in Beijing were proud to play with him, and they were also the favorite gold lords of all the prostitutes.

Like Zong Luo, he has never stepped into this place.

So when the servant took him to Hualiu Street, his brows began to wrinkle. When the horse in front stopped in front of the largest Nanfeng Pavilion on the street, Zong Luo's face was already frosty.

Sitting on the beautiful white horse, he said indifferently, "If this is the way the Fourth Highness treats guests, then forgive me for not being able to obey."

"Hahahaha, Brother Three Emperors, that's not necessary."

Just when Zong Luo was about to turn around and leave, a hearty laughter suddenly came from above.

Zong Chengsi was standing on the second floor of the Nanfeng Pavilion with a fan in his hand.

With a casual move, he pulled the spilled curtain and flew down, landing on the ground outside: "I really didn't think much about it, and when the servants went to ask, I remembered that the emperor is probably already asleep, no, I just decided the spring breeze tomorrow. In the box on the floor, I didn’t expect the emperor brother to be willing to appreciate the honor.”

"This time, Nanxiaozhu doesn't do those skin//meat// businesses on weekdays, but it's just a shop for drinking tea and drinking, and occasionally listening to Xiaoqu. It's full of courtiers. On weekdays, many court officials are also here for entertainment and negotiation. Their top music official, Mr. Shi, is even more difficult to find, and everyone in the queue will wait until next year."

Zong Chengsi had a frivolous smile on his face, but his eyes had a completely different prudence.

Since the last time he guided Zong Hongjiu without a trace on the carriage, there has been no news in the palace.

The palace has always been like an airtight iron barrel, let alone him, even the sixth and fifth have never successfully placed eyeliner in the palace.

It wasn't until yesterday that he received word that the Ninth Prince had been grounded by His Majesty again.

It's not clear on which day the grounding took place, but Zong Chengsi knew it.

Most likely it was the time when he was on fire.

It's a pity that I can't get any news, and I can't contact Zong Hongjiu. A few days after he stayed still, he heard from the informant that the third prince had successfully recognized Xuanqi, and after knowing that the other party was gradually recovering his memory, he finally couldn't hold back and took the initiative to attack.

Originally thought that Zong Luo would also reject him like the other princes, but he didn't expect the other party to come.

It must be the effect of his half pill. Zong Chengsi couldn't help but feel a little more joy in his heart.

Even if you don't think carefully tonight, there may be a risk of exposure, but if you can win over the emperor who has real power in his hands, it will be a steady profit.

"Since the emperor's brother is here, then when I return to Nanxiaozhu tonight, I'll be wrapped up by the emperor's brother."

He said so, motioning his subordinates to throw a purse to the prostitute.

The latter opened it and saw that it was full of golden leaves. He immediately smiled and began to preside over the clearing.

"Everything is according to the emperor's preference. We will drink tea and chat on the second floor, and never do unnecessary things. Will the three emperors not give me this face?"

I have to say that Zong Chengsi still has his own way of treating people.

After this explanation, Zong Luo's complexion improved a lot.

He touched Yebai's mane and finally dismounted: "Let's go."

It was not long before night, and many guests were politely invited out before they ordered anyone. However, when he saw the person coming, he silently shut up.

The Great Yuan has a clear hierarchy, and the image of Emperor Yuan's tyrant is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even the fourth prince with the lowest background is not an object that can be provoked at will.

When they looked at it from a distance, the Fourth Prince was dressed in brocade and dressed in a frivolous manner.

The man in white behind him stood tall, his hair tied high, and his slender neck outlined a contemplative arc.

"His Royal Highness is here again. Who is that person behind him? Judging from his figure, he is of the highest quality. I have never heard of a new Nanjun coming to Huinan Xiaozhu, and the old maid never gave me a taste."

When his friend heard it, he interrupted him quickly: "What are you talking about, that is the Third Highness!"

"What? Your Third Highness?"

The son of the aristocratic family who was drinking just now was so frightened that he knocked over the wine cup.

He glanced over in surprise, hurriedly unfastened his purse, and threw down a few golden leaves: "I'll drink here tonight, I still have something to do, you continue."

Their family has been loyal to the Dingbeihou Mansion for generations, and it is a proper party of five princes.

Since the third prince came back, he has been behind closed doors and no one has been seen. The five princes handed over countless prayers, all of which were like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reply.

However, His Royal Highness did seem to have something important to do, and repeatedly told his subordinates to pay attention to the recent movements of the Third Prince. Unexpectedly, I accidentally bumped into this scene while drinking today.

It was still the meeting with the fourth prince who never interfered in the seizure of the reserve.

This seems to be an unusual signal.

The aristocratic son simply did not dare to think deeply.

He has to go to the Fifth Prince's Mansion and inform His Royal Highness the news.

Zong Chengsi took Zong Luo to the second floor.

The old bustard who was waiting at the door hurriedly greeted him, his eyes almost laughing into the folds of his face, narrowing into a slit.

"Get some good wine!"

Zong Chengsi skillfully instructed: "You didn't get a bottle of pear-flower white before, but the one that this prince instructed to keep, just that bottle."

"Okay." The male waiter with powder on his face led the way.

On the second floor is a divided tea room, and further up, it is said to be a quiet room for listening to music.

Zong Luo didn't like the smell very much. He frowned and sat down patiently. He pulled the bamboo curtain a little and let the cold wind blow in.

Fortunately, Zong Chengsi is not such an ignorant scumbag on the surface. Since he wanted to talk about something, he dismissed all the people on the first floor and spoke in the cold wind.

"Brother Huang heard that Brother Huang has remembered something from the past?"

He rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand to pour the wine: "The emperor's younger brother is here to give the emperor a drink first."

Zong Luo took the wine, suddenly glanced at the position of the beam of the room secretly, and poured it straight out the window: "Thank you, Brother Four Emperors. It's just that the medical sage visited me before and said that I must never drink alcohol. This cup , let Chuxue eliminate it for me."

Sure enough, as soon as the topic turned to his eyes, a dim light flashed in Zong Chengsi's eyes immediately.

Zong Luo grasped the other party's psychology, and said at the right time: "I'm ashamed to say this, I want to ask the emperor's brother, can the half elixir given by the emperor's brother last time be re-opened?"

This time, it was a pleasant conversation between the guests and the host.

Since then, it can be considered that he has really attracted the general of the Three Emperor Brothers.

After three rounds of drinking, Zong Chengsi was very satisfied, with a red face, and at the same time, he also ordered his servants to find some musicians who were playing to cheer him up.

When the servant was about to leave, Zong Luo stopped him: "Is there a music officer upstairs now?"

"If you go back to His Highness, upstairs is Mr. Shi's quiet room."

The little servant lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly, while putting down the tray in his hand.

At this moment, Zong Luo raised his hand and accurately caught the cold light from the cuff from the air.

Zong Chengsi was completely sober.

He leaned back and stood up suddenly: "There are assassins!"