Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

At the moment of fainting, everything was like pressing the slow release button.

Scorching//Hot, scalding breath spit in his face. Obviously, the consciousness is screaming for danger, but the whole body can no longer move, and can only be completely wrapped in this way.

He slept for a long, long time.

Zongluo hadn't slept so well for a long time, neither dreaming of the scene when he killed himself, nor of kneeling on the snow outside the palace, with an unattainable red palace gate across the front.

To be honest, although he vomited a mouthful of blood, he felt that the anger that had been smoldering in his chest recently had subsided.

In a hazy consciousness, Zong Luo heard someone whispering around him.

"Your Majesty, I dare to ask the Third Highness if he has taken a lot of witch medicine supplements recently?"

In the quiet room surrounded by incense, the imperial doctor's hand rested on his wrist, frowning for a long time, then turned around and asked calmly.

"Cold Ginseng, Lengwu, Baizhi, Hanaziqi"

Immediately after that, Yuan Jia announced a series of witch medicine names: "These are some of the witch medicines that have been sent to His Royal Highness's house recently."

"I see."

The old doctor received the needle and said helplessly: "His Royal Highness has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his health has been good. Although he suffered a serious injury last year, he has recovered. Too many supplements can easily make up for his anger."

"There are not too many problems with the recipe originally prescribed by the minister." He stroked his long white beard under his chin: "It's just that the old minister never thought that, your Majesty gave the medicinal bath to your third highness during the last Qing Dynasty ritual. It's a little overkill when it suddenly comes down like this."

"That's true." The medical sage who was standing by the side also echoed: "In a moment of anger, these accumulated medicinal powers were triggered, and they vomited blood. Vomiting blood is considered detoxification, and there is no serious problem."

Hearing what the two great doctors in the world said, Yuan Jia, who was standing behind the emperor with his head bowed, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

An hour ago, the King of Beining rushed into the hall with the third prince in his arms. The latter's front was covered with blood, which became more and more dazzling on the white clothes.

Everyone watched this scene in astonishment, but no one noticed Emperor Yuan's expression at that time.

Although it was only for a moment, Yuan Jia, who had been following behind the saint, couldn't help trembling in such a biting cold, murderous intent mixed with rage.

This is the year that was really killed on the battlefield with one sword and one sword.

Immediately after that is the Xuan Tai doctor.

The Guards directly blocked the entire hall, and the third highness was moved to the quiet room. All the imperial doctors in the entire palace, whether on duty or resting, were woken up and waited.

During this whole process, Emperor Yuan's face was frozen as if it was sealed, and it was bone-chilling.

It wasn't until the old doctor and the medical sage said that it was too much supplementation, and this improved little by little.

He said sternly: "I don't know yet, practicing martial arts all year round will certainly strengthen your physique. However, if you lead troops abroad, you will not be less likely to hurt your old ailments. This is unbearable. In the end, your body is too weak and you are neglected in conditioning. !"

Yuan Jia, who was beside him, cried out in his heart.

In the past few days, the best medicinal herbs in the palace were shipped in boxes to the Third Prince's Mansion. His Majesty also specially summoned the two imperial physicians sent to the third prince's mansion, and asked them to make up for His Highness.

In the end, none of the above was known to the Third Highness. Yuan Jia personally informed Director Liao, so Director Liao also turned a blind eye, and many of the medicinal materials sent in were registered in another account.

The old ginseng that the Third Highness sent the congratulatory gift to the banquet just now was the same one that was sent from the palace treasury for His Majesty's inspection. By accident, it was sent back again.

Yuan Jia couldn't help sighing in his heart.

But in the end it's the same thing, it's fine.

Emperor Yuan said so, although the imperial doctor present was in his heart "???"

To be reasonable, so many great tonics were sent to the brain at one go, and only vomited blood, which is evident in the three halls.

But of course, this can only be thought of.

Just after the atmosphere in the quiet room finally relaxed a little from the previous tension, a dark guard suddenly came to report.

"Report to Your Majesty, the King of Beining has completed the investigation of the people in the hall."

After such a change, the banquet could not go on.

Now that the full moon hangs high and the night is deep, it should be the moment of deep sleep, but now it is guarded by the King of Beining and guards in the hall, and they are checked one by one. After the investigation is over, they cannot leave unless the principal culprit is finally determined.

Everyone knows what the three words Yu Beizhou stand for.

Other generals, such as Mu Yuanlong, were initially exposed to the light of their Houfu. On the other hand, Yu Beizhou was a ruthless man who was literally killed from a small soldier and a pawn. To this day, the Xiongnu are still scared to hear his name.

Others were still burying their heads as quails, and Zong Hongjiu, who was lying in the curtain of the main hall, was even paler with fright.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, after the doctor Lin gave Zong Hongjiu restrained medicine, Zong Hongjiu's reaction was not so intense, but he sweated a lot.

He is still young and not fully developed at all, and he will not have the severe reaction as an adult after taking strong/chun/// medicines. In addition, it was originally a self-directed and self-acted bitter plan, and the dosage of the medicine was far less than that of Ye Linghan, so the solution was very simple.

Zong Hongjiu had planned with Zong Chengsi long ago. If Zong Ruichen drinks this glass of wine, by virtue of his stupid name, a royal disobedience will never be able to escape, even for the dead ghost.

Who knew this kind of change would happen in the middle.

Zong Hongjiu felt that he was wronged. At most, he would attack the old man who didn't pay attention to his father. As for Zongluo, who had suffered losses twice, how could he have the courage.

Sure enough, when the prince he valued most was involved, the father was furious and called the King of Beining over to preside over the overall situation.

Jealousy is jealousy, but Zong Hongjiu is also afraid that this sudden incident will ferment to the point where he can't control it, so that it will bring disaster to Chiyu, and pull out the things he started like pulling carrots and mud.

When no one was paying attention, he closed his eyes and pulled the hem of Zong Chengsi's clothes.

Now that there are many eyes and ears in the hall, Zong Chengsi has long been annoying him.

"Nothing, he is good at fighting, not necessarily good at deciding cases."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and said, "Since the younger brother of the nine emperors is sick, he should go to the apse to rest first, and then let the imperial doctor take a look. Don't leave the root of the disease behind."

Hearing that he could stay away from this place of right and wrong, Zong Hongjiu almost didn't make friends in his heart.

In any case, he is also a victim in plain sight. After the surrogate ghost is checked out, the suspicion on him can be automatically washed away.

The martial arts instructor in the palace is an admirer of the King of Beining, and he has often preached his glorious deeds before. Staying here again, Zong Hongjiu was afraid that he would be exposed if he was nervous.

Zong Chengsi was even more eager to get Zong Hongjiu away.

Only by getting the latter out of the way would his plan go more smoothly.

From beginning to end, the generals in red clothes and white fur wore familiar and casual smiles. Neither agree nor disagree.

After Zong Hongjiu left the hall for a long time, a sommelier finally summoned the courage to step forward.

He knelt down tremblingly on the ground, not daring to look up at the legendary cold-blooded Shura general, his voice trembling: "My lord, slaves and slaves have something to say."

And all this, Zong Luo, who is now lying in the Tai Hospital, doesn't know anything about it.

Since there was nothing to do, the imperial doctors retreated one after another, leaving him a quiet resting environment.

After the secret guard made the report, Emperor Yuan ordered to strengthen the vigilance of the Imperial Hospital, so he left with Yuan Jia and returned to the main hall to deal with the final findings and preside over the overall situation.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a very soft voice sounded.

"crunch-"

The opening and closing of the door was particularly abrupt in the deep night.

The person who came with a clear frost and snow, walked slowly to the center of the quiet room, and looked down at the person who was in a drowsiness on the bed.

In a trance, Yu Beizhou thought that he was back two years ago, wearing a dragon robe, standing in the dormitory, looking down at the face in the ice coffin in front of him that would never wake up.

The only difference is that the chest of the person in front of him is still heaving and bleeding.

Yu Beizhou remembered the hot blood that splashed onto his fingertips not long ago.

Ming Ming Zongluo's body temperature was low, and he held his wrist for a long time without getting hot, and the blood on his body should also be cold.

But this inch of skin is still hot, as if it has experienced burning.

It is difficult to describe Yu Beizhou's mood at that moment.

After Zong Luo died in his last life, he spent nine years of extreme boredom. It was long, boring, and more difficult than the twenty years he had experienced in the past.

"Xianfa is not something easy to use, senior brother. If you die again, I'm afraid junior brother won't be able to save you again."

He suddenly leaned down//goes away, his fingertips slipped from the prince's hairline to his eyebrows, his eyes, the bridge of his tall nose, and finally pressed lightly on the thin red lips.

Just using the fingertips slightly and rubbing it twice, the redness became more and more gorgeous, dyed with a bewitching color.

"Senior brother can only die in my hands."

If he doesn't say it, the person will never know why.

The beautifully packaged brocade box must wait until the moment it is opened.

Yu Beizhou stared at his hand and whispered like the closest lover: "But, soon. Senior brother, soon."

After Zong Luo woke up, it was already time for the next day to make three poles.

He felt a little strange about his state last night.

Falling asleep, not dreaming, but consciousness is also called awake. Whether it was Emperor Yuan who coldly instructed the imperial doctor before he collapsed, unable to hide his anxious voice; or Yu Beizhou who came in behind him and touched him without end or end, and said all the words he said to himself. Hear it clearly.

But limited to hearing, the brain is like a crash, unable to think on its own.

After he woke up, he slowly began to turn again.

Having slept enough and vomited blood, Zong Luo felt that he was refreshed and his eyes and ears were clear.

"Your Highness, you are awake."

The medicine boy who was waiting on the side hurried up to meet him.

Zong Luo was allowed to be released from the imperial hospital only after the old imperial doctor touched the pulse of the Dao and told him that he should not make up too much in the future.

Unlike the imperial doctor who knew his physical condition and didn't worry too much.

The Imperial Guards guarded everything outside the Imperial Hospital, layer upon layer, ready to stand, not even a sparrow could be put in.

Zong Luo saw Ye Linghan who was standing outside the human wall with a haggard face, and finally opened his eyes after seeing him. I also saw Pei Qianxue who had been waiting here after the court and the servant who always followed the fifth prince.

However, before he could say a word, the servant over there said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has not slept all night, and has been waiting for you in Zhang Palace for a long time."