Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Zong Luo was somewhat amused.

It would be interesting if the fourth prince was responsible for the assassination of Huinan Xiaozhu this time.

First of all, the targets of the assassination were the third prince and the fourth prince. If it was to be counted, the account would inevitably go to the old five and the six who often assassinated each other.

Even if this assassination incident is not brought up, Zong Chengsi can still use this to gain some favorability from Zong Luo. Furthermore, the assassination of the prince is still a major event, and the garrison may also take corresponding measures to plan ahead.

All in all, this is a lucrative business, and the fourth child will always be an innocent and white lotus flower.

After saying hello to Zong Chengsi, Zong Luo went back.

Sure enough, the next day he received a secret letter from Gongsun You, in which the arrangement of the fourth prince was written on it according to the rules and regulations.

Zongluo put the secret letter into the heater, watching the flames burn the note, and sighed in his heart.

It is quite important to have entered the fourth prince in such a short time. On the one hand, Gongsun You is very capable, and on the other hand, it also shows that the fourth fourth has no one available in his life.

He remembered Yu Beizhou's backstab and thought to himself.

"Could it be that Zong Chengsi didn't hand over the throne for love in his last life, and finally fought?"

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense, why Yu Beizhou doesn't cooperate with the fourth child in this life.

However, lacking the necessary clues, this idea can only be shelved for the time being.

On the third day, the dusty medical saint knocked on the door of the Third Prince's Mansion.

"I said it last time, I told you not to toss, now it's alright, if you see through it, you have to pull me into the water."

The medical sage was a fiery character, and when he came up, he gave Zong Luo a slap in the face.

When he was in the Confucian resident last year, the medical sage did not agree with Zong Luo's idea, holding his beard and saying that he was whimsical. Later, it was Zongluo who promised to guarantee the pile of orphan medical books in his house, which was reluctantly exchanged for the help of this willful old man.

Zong Luo said with a bitter face: "It's really that the old doctor in the palace is so powerful that Master's acupuncture techniques can be cracked."

"What? Cracked?" The Medical Saint was taken aback.

He had also seen Guiguzi's acupuncture technique. At that time, he also concluded that it could reach the level of confusion, otherwise Zongluo would not choose to pretend to be blind.

Immediately, the medical sage started to feel happy when he saw his heart.

"Forget it, for the sake of discussing it with the old doctor, I'll go to the palace to see it."

The medical sage waved his hand and hurriedly carried the medical box into the palace.

The old doctor of Da Yuan traveled all over the world in his early years, and he spread the skill of golden acupuncture in one hand. Later, he was recruited by Da Yuan and joined the court. The Holy Spirit of Medicine has been around for a long time, and I didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet.

Zong Luo was relieved when he saw that he had slandered the big boss.

The next few days will be fine.

Finally, time slowly came to the New Year's Eve.

The biggest event before the festival is Emperor Yuan's birthday feast.

Last year, it was not possible to organize it, and the whole world celebrated. This year, the Fengchang people can be considered to be fully prepared, and it is bound to be prosperous, and the joy of the return of the third prince will also be added.

Coincidentally, three days after Emperor Yuan's birthday is the New Year's Day. Strings of red lanterns are hung on the streets and alleys of Huangcheng, and it is very festive when looking around.

Even the usually solemn and dull palaces are decorated with lanterns, and red paper is affixed to the New Year's Day in advance, which is also considered to add color to the birthday.

The Third Prince's Mansion began to prepare for the evening banquet early in the morning.

In this formal palace banquet, the prince must wear the corresponding crown attire to attend, the palace concubine must wear a specific palace attire, and the court ministers must also wear official uniforms, and there must be no arrogance in the ritual system.

After drinking the medicine and having lunch, Zong Luo went to take a bath and cleanse his body.

When he came out of the bath and put on his underwear, he happened to hear the voice of Butler Liao with a hint of anger outside the door: "Nonsense! With such a big clothing bureau, how could even the prince's robes be wrong!"

The twelfth lunar month was cold, so Zong Luo wrapped a fox fur and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Outside the door, the inner servants who came from the palace held brocade boxes in their hands and knelt on the ground.

Zong Luo didn't know why, so he looked into the open brocade box.

Inside, there is a nine-chapter Gon crown, a black robe, embroidered with Kui patterns, Chinese insects, Zongyi, flames and Zhishan embroidery seals. Five chapters for clothes, four chapters for skirts, white gauze in the middle, five ribbons, and three small ribbons, well organized. If you look at it a little, you can see the dark gold pattern printed on it, the stitches are fine, there are gold hooks on it, and jade beads are throughout, which is extremely complicated and luxurious.

This is nothing. On the other side of the velvet pad is a crown of nine crowns, which are all strung with tassel gold and jade, and the top is strung with red tassels.

There is no doubt that this is the color of the nine chapters, and this is a crown that the crown prince is qualified to wear.

Rao is Zong Luo, who is not very familiar with etiquette and law, and his mind goes blank for a moment.

Da Yuan has very strict rules on wearing etiquette. Only the emperor can wear a mysterious robe, with twelve crowns, and then there are the nine crowns of the crown prince, and finally the rules and regulations of ordinary princes and princes. Clothes trespassing is a very serious crime. If it happens, it will be punished by stripping clothes and sticks.

Kneeling on the ground, the palace staff of the Clothing Bureau said tremblingly, "Reporting to Your Highness, the registration at Zongzheng is still the status of the crown prince, so according to the rules of etiquette, you should indeed wear this gown."

Knowing that His Highness could not see, Steward Liao also explained in a low voice.

Hearing this explanation, Zong Luo came back to his senses.

After the third prince passed away at Hangu Pass last year, Emperor Yuan mourned and ordered to posthumously enshrine him as Crown Prince Xiaoke and enter the imperial mausoleum to enjoy incense offerings.

Although Zongluo has returned to Dayuan, Emperor Yuan has not given any explanation for the official return of the third prince.

Otherwise, according to common sense, this big happy event should be declared to the world by an decree, saying that the third prince of Dayuan is not dead.

Zongzheng had reported the matter, but if he changed Zongzheng's nationality, it would be equivalent to announcing the return of the third prince, so the internal affairs side took the approach of suppressing it and not solving it.

After reporting to Emperor Yuan to no avail, there was no way for Zongzheng to make changes.

Zongzheng didn't change it, and the Clothing Bureau didn't dare to ask. They only dared to make Mianfu according to the list given by Zongzheng.

After repeated inquiries, Zongluo finally determined that this was an own goal made by kicking the ball, not someone who deliberately made a fuss about it.

With Emperor Yuan in charge in the palace, no matter how severe the situation of seizing the reserve is, with such a mountain pressing down, the rest of the princes can only be considered petty. Not to mention reaching out to the palace, it would be more realistic to have a dream.

He was rather dumbfounded: "I definitely can't wear this mian suit, you can take it back."

Da Yuan's conferring of the crown prince was extremely solemn and grand.

The orthodox crown prince needs to announce to the whole world the wooden plaque calculated by the sorcerer and the future national fortune on the day of the witch sacrifice ceremony. Immediately after the imperial decree came down, the canonization ceremony was held, and the whole world celebrated. Each of these links is interlinked and indispensable. It can be said that it truly achieves the divine authorization of the monarchy in the literal sense.

Not to mention that Zong Luoqiliang can only be regarded as a crown prince who was pursued after his death, and it felt unlucky to listen to. Even if he really brought up the crown prince's mianfu, he would never dare to wear it.

Being a man is expensive, unless you want to be punished by your father again.

When the palace and the servants of the Clothing Bureau left, Steward Liao said worriedly: "It's too late to rush to make a mian gown now, what do you think, Your Highness?"

Zongluo used to have old Mianfu, and as usual, he would issue opinions every year.

However, after his death, all these clothes were buried in the imperial mausoleum, filling the tomb. He can't go to the imperial mausoleum now to dig out his coffin, and then wear the old mianfu. Not to mention how whimsical the process is, doing such disrespectful things in the underworld on Emperor Yuan's birthday will not be any better than arrogantly wearing the crown prince's mian clothes.

So Zong Luo said, "It's okay, just wear normal clothes."

Fortunately, although there was an oolong, it was not a big deal. He didn't restore his identity on the bright side, it doesn't matter whether he wears this dress or not, and he can't fault it rationally.

Butler Liao thought about the same reason, so he quickly sent his servants to instruct him to pick out the most luxurious one.

Since Zongluo came back, the embroidered mother in the house has rushed to work out a batch of new clothes, plus some precious accessories that were not worn in the past. Although it is not as luxurious as the Mianfu, there is no problem with being dignified and decent.

After Zong Luo was dressed neatly, the gift box was also brought to the table in the study by the servants of the warehouse.

"Your Highness, the congratulations are ready."

After everyone left, Zong Luo quietly opened his eyes.

There is a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng on the red silk cloth inside, and you can smell the fragrant aroma when you are far away.

It is always right to send medicinal herbs supplements on the birthday, not to mention that the Wannian Mountain Ginseng is extremely rare, and the vassal countries may only offer it once every ten years.

It's not as surprising as the fourth, but it's definitely not perfunctory, and there won't be the slightest problem.

Zong Luo stared silently at this old ginseng that had almost grown into a human form, unable to stop thinking about the dragon jade that he had placed in the dark compartment of the bookcase, and finally sighed.

"Now that you're ready, let's go."

When the sun sets, everything seems to be covered with a dark color.

The servants stood respectfully and stood aside. At the end of the corridor stood Ye Linghan, who was also neatly dressed and had a slightly odd posture.

As a proton of the Wei Kingdom, he was naturally unavoidable for such major events as Emperor Yuan's birthday.

Fortunately, there was an imperial doctor to recuperate. After a few days of recuperation, Ye Linghan was able to get out of bed and walk on his own. Although his posture was a little weird, as long as he didn't exercise vigorously, it was fine to run and jump.

"Your Highness, your horse is ready."

"I won't ride a horse today, go and prepare a carriage."

Zong Luo stroked Zhao Yebai's mane, handed the reins to the groom again, and asked Steward Liao to prepare the carriage in a low voice. By the way, he informed Ye Linghan, "It just happened to be on the way, why don't we go to the palace together."

He knew in his heart that Ye Linghan had sold most of the property in the Proton House in order to return to the country, and he probably wouldn't even keep the large-scale carriage he brought from Wei.

In other words, even if the horses were left behind, in Ye Linghan's current state, he would definitely not be able to ride a horse.

People live in their own mansions, help to the end, and send Buddhas to the west, but Zongluo will naturally not pretend that he has not seen things that are hard work.

Anyway, it's just a banquet, not a war, it's no difference whether to ride a horse or use a carriage.

Sure enough, after a while, the curtain was lifted, revealing a pale and bloodless face.

Compared with before, Ye Linghan's body is obviously thinner now, and the wide robe is worn on the body, which is quite sturdy.

"Let's go."

Zong Luo lightly nodded at him, closed his eyes and rested his mind, with a look that obviously didn't want to say more.

Hearing the order, the carriage creaked and moved.

Ye Linghan sat beside him, and put his hands on his knees in a fist shape, his whole body stiff.

Zongluo didn't use the carriage once a year, which was built by the way when the mansion was built a few years ago. Because it was not often used, the carriage was not very spacious. After the two big men sat down, they couldn't even stretch their hands and feet. At this moment, the scent of spices dyed on the clothes of Zong Luo after bathing was everywhere.

Cool and light, very nice smell.

Ye Linghan was standing at the door just now, and naturally saw Zong Luo put down the reins of Zhao Yebai and instead ordered his servants to prepare the carriage.

The third prince is only blind, with martial arts skills, and Zhao Yebai is so humane, so riding a horse will naturally not be a big problem.

Suddenly switching to a carriage, the deep meaning of it, and for whom it is for, is clear at a glance.

Since that night, Ye Linghan has changed like a different person. Usually, he is extremely cold inside, and his heart is even more numb, and he is forced to be as hard as iron by hatred.

However, when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but feel sour.

This person always seems to be able to show tenderness that is hard to ignore in the smallest details.

Just like Ye Linghan thought at the beginning.

Obviously should hate, should hate, he thought desperately.

But no matter what, I can't hate it.

Instead, it sinks even more.