Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

too.

Yuan Jia's words seemed to give Zong Luo a reassurance.

Today is Chinese New Year, a day for family reunion.

No matter how ruthless Emperor Yuan was, he couldn't choose to beat the child today.

Zong Luo stabilized his mind and watched Yuan Jia go in to report.

The Shenlong Jade that was in the brocade box on his sleeve had been with him for a day, and it was almost heated by him, so he was not in a hurry.

After a while, a cold and solemn voice came from the distance: "Come in."

Zong Luo subconsciously lowered his head to check and tidy up his instrument, and only stepped into the palace after confirming that it was correct.

The display and furnishings in the Zhang Palace still look familiar in memory. Even today's New Year's Day, only a warm-colored palace lantern was placed at the corner, which slightly eased the solemn and desolate atmosphere in the hall.

The weather is getting colder and colder recently, and the housekeeping has spread the furry animal skin carpet for the entire Zhanggong ground, and closed the windows on all four sides.

Emperor Yuan sat behind the table without raising his head: "Step on and come back, it's still worthwhile."

"What's the matter with me?"

Yuan Jia, who bowed his head and waited aside, couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart again.

Since the sunset, almost every few incense sticks, Emperor Yuan would invite him to ask him if the Third Highness had returned.

In the end, when the third prince came down, he just asked me what was the matter with me, and didn't mention anything about keeping the year old.

The suspicious emperor habitually buried his thoughts deeply and deeply, even his preference was hidden in the bottom of his heart.

Everyone is afraid of the tyrant's appearance, no one can guess his true thoughts, let alone why he is so difficult.

Yuan Jia understood all the reasons, and sighed even more.

Zong Luo's expression was a little untraceable: "My son is here, there is something I want to give to the emperor to wish him a happy New Year's Day, longevity and health."

The rustling of constant comments on the memorial finally stopped.

Emperor Yuan put down his pen, "Oh?"

Zong Luo took out the beautifully packaged brocade box that still had residual warmth.

Inside is a piece of jade with perfect color and luster. Under the light-colored warm lamp, it is moist and translucent, making it more and more like the dragon stepping on the auspicious clouds, with great power and extraordinary martial arts.

"This piece of jade was fortunately obtained by Erchen in his early years. When he saw it at the time, he thought the color was very beautiful, so he bought it."

Zong Luo didn't mention the past of those who worked hard to find jade, worked hard to find famous teachers to refer to the design together, and carved and portrayed on it one stroke at a time, as if these were only trivial and not worth mentioning.

Behind Zhu Zhuan Mian, those dark and sharp eyes fell directly on Zong Luo's hand.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of fabric rubbing up.

Emperor Yuan did not let Yuan Jia present it, but stood up by himself, stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and picked up the divine dragon jade in the brocade box.

As soon as I started, it was a little cold.

The emperor scrutinized the pattern on it carefully, and his callus-covered fingertips ran over it neither lightly nor heavy, and his expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry: "You carved this yourself?"

Zong Luo's body stiffened.

He didn't intend to say that he carved it himself, that would be a bit too deliberate.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuan saw it at a glance.

"Yes."

As a last resort, Zong Luo admitted in a low voice: "My son is not skilled in craftsmanship and immature in carving skills. Now that he has this appearance, he has not been able to catch up with the birthday gift of the father, and I hope the father will forgive him."

Yuan Jia, who was standing on the side, saw that His Majesty's mood instantly brightened, and the irritability and anger accumulated during the review of the memorial were all swept away, and he quickly looked at his heart.

This piece of jade is almost the size of a palm, and it is a hard and cold jade. It takes so much time to carve so many lines on it.

Although it is still a bit young, the filial piety contained in it is by no means comparable to the casual congratulations of those princes on their birthdays.

Emperor Yuan became more and more satisfied as he looked at it. At the end, he reluctantly added a sentence: "The engraving is good." Then he waved his hand and told Yuan Jia to fetch the thread, and he was about to string it on.

That's why he missed the stunned look on Zong Luo's face.

In his last life, he didn't escape unnecessary death, nor did he postpone his birthday banquet, so he obediently presented the Dragon Jade as a birthday present on Emperor Yuan's birthday last year.

Because it was the first prince to present a gift, the ministers were looking forward to it.

The servant announced the name of the congratulatory gift in front of everyone's eyes. After seeing the color, everyone gasped. However, the first emperor just lowered his eyes and glanced at it, said indifferently that it was good, and then there was no more.

Zong Luo didn't think much of it at the time.

Even if his sculptor is a little bit worse, it's definitely not a hip pull. Coupled with the color of the top-quality primer, no other country can find the second piece, so it will definitely be more face-saving to send it.

Compared with the heartless old ginseng he sent before, I don't know how it is better.

Unexpectedly, his father actually liked this divine dragon jade so much.

Zong Luo couldn't help but start thinking: If he really likes it, why has he never seen his father express it in his last life?

"His Majesty."

Just when Zong Luo was distracted, Yuan Jia had already instructed the servants to bring the jade rope and put it on at the reserved place. Emperor Yuan looked at it for a moment with satisfaction, and hung it beside the pen holder where he reviewed the memorial.

"Come on."

Just when Zong Luo thought everything was going well and he should smear oil on the soles of his feet, he suddenly said, "Give a seat to the third prince."

Immediately, a servant stepped forward with a fur and a few, knelt on the ground and laid it out for him, and handed him a hollowed-out silver hand warmer.

This appearance means that he wants to stay and sit.

Zongluo wanted to struggle again: "Father, it is not advisable for my son to stay up late."

"What? You can go to Hualiu Street with the fourth child for a drink, but not here?"

Emperor Yuan's eyebrows twitched, and his tone became cold: "It's not that you will stay up all night every day, and then roll back for me when it's time."

Only then did Zong Luo remember that today was the New Year's Day, and according to the rules, it was necessary to observe the New Year's Day at night.

It's just that he has almost never been in the palace to keep the year old, and he will not respond for a while.

"My son obeys the order."

Having said that, Zong Luo naturally would not refute.

So he sat down honestly, the stove in his hands, his back stiff.

After a while, the sound of rustling writing sounded again in the hall.

This was the first time Zong Luo was alone with his father.

Usually, he could only see Emperor Yuan alone before and after the march or when he returned to his command. At other times, he was in different social occasions, such as the closing banquet of the Baijia Banquet or the Lari Qing Ceremony.

What's even more embarrassing is that Emperor Yuan is still dealing with affairs, occasionally asking Zong Luo a few words, whether there is any answer or not.

"Listen to the Doctor, have your eyes improved?"

Zong Luo hurriedly replied: "Reporting to the emperor, I can already see the light."

Emperor Yuan made a sound of "um", as if he had reviewed some troublesome government affairs again. The red pen in his hand fell heavily on the page, drawing a vigorous circle.

After a while, he asked again, "Is that Confucian disciple today your friend?"

"Yes. He is the leader of the Confucian school who came to Dayuan this time. He is simple and ignorant of world affairs. He may be a little nervous today, so he accidentally offended him. I hope the father and emperor forgive me."

Emperor Yuan was noncommittal, and suddenly the conversation changed: "I see that you have always respected Confucianism."

Although this sentence is a declarative sentence, Zong Luo can't even hear the underlying meaning.

The next step is to obediently explain why he respects Confucianism.

"My son believes that Legalist thought was born out of the "Tao Te Ching", which is strict and strict, rule the country by law, and enforce the law and punishment. Although it can stabilize the situation in a chaotic world, it has been a long time, but there is a risk of high pressure rebound. Confucianism is more peaceful and is based on benevolence.”

This topic is not difficult for Zong Luo to answer.

In essence, after he emancipated his mind, he looked forward to communism, and naturally saw the advantages and disadvantages of feudal society. In addition, the era covered in the book is still at the end of the transition from slavery, and the social contradictions have not developed to the severe contradictions in the later period, which can still be discussed.

"Father, Huangxiong, has a great talent, is wise and martial, and it is just around the corner to rule the world. Once the Central Plains are unified, the situation is stabilized, and there are no foreign enemies behind, we must make contributions to the interior."

It's not that illegal home is bad, but it needs a package.

To rule in troubled times, use heavy code. Law is suitable for troubled times, and Confucianism is suitable for moderation and stability.

"My son does not favor Confucianism, but feels that the proper implementation of Confucianism should also have certain benefits. External Confucianism and internal law, and Confucianism and law in parallel are more conducive to the stability of the Great Yuan."

After speaking, Zong Luo nervously waited for Emperor Yuan's reply.

He didn't even realize that he had brought out all the wisdom he had before translating into a book. After a long talk, he was now restless, like a child waiting for adults to praise him after showing off.

Who would have thought that Emperor Yuan would touch the pen and ink, and would not give praise or criticism.

When he finished writing a memorial and opened his mouth again, Zong Luo's heart was already in his throat: "If I remember correctly, after tonight, you should be seven in twenty."

indeed.

Thinking of this, Zong Luo was still a little melancholy.

He has lived three lifetimes, and the total age can only be said to be added up, and he is not young anymore.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuan's next sentence almost made Zong Luo jump from the ground.

"Well, I'm not too young, it's time to start a family and start a business."

Emperor Yuan glanced at him lightly: "What? Are you interested in someone?"

"No, no." Zong Luo replied quickly.

He hadn't thought about it in three lifetimes. Before going through the book, at most, I would touch the fish to read the text, and I was extremely pure and sparse; after the book was passed, the former Emperor Yuan's disgust came quickly, and he never thought about this issue at all.

Even the occasional physical needs are solved by the five-fingered girl.

It's not good that the mother and child are single and have never liked someone else, and they can't confirm their sexual orientation.

For no reason, Zong Luo remembered the last time he saw Ji Tu Mi's gorgeousness in the dark room.

It's hard to say whether he was happy to see his nemesis suffer, or shared a room with a pervert like Yu Beizhou, and infected him with perverts as well.

But Zongluo thought that his real sexuality should not be normal.

Seeing his anxious denial, the emperor narrowed his eyes and did not continue the topic.

"Lao Liu recently begged me to decree the marriage, saying that he fell in love with the granddaughter of the Taiwei family at first sight."

Emperor Yuan said casually: "Zhen rejected him. Let him at least wait for your bright-faced eldest brother to get married."

Zongluo: ""

Lao Liu had done this in his previous life, and Emperor Yuan just ignored him.

What Zong Yongliu lacks is military power. If he can politically marry and get the Taiwei, it will be even more powerful. So if you have something to do, go to Taiwei's mansion to show your hospitality. It can be said that Sima Zhao's heart is known to all.

But this guy didn't do his investigation well, and he didn't even think about it. Could Emperor Yuan's sovereign character let the military power fall into the hands of others?

"Besides—"

Emperor Yuan opened the memorial: "Last time I chatted with the Taiwei about this, and the Taiwei made it clear that his granddaughter had no intention of being the sixth."

Da Yuan is a martial artist, and most of them are from martial arts families. As the highest military post, Taiwei has long since disarmed and returned to the background, but his family customs are still close to those of the military. Both men and women in the family have practiced martial arts since childhood and have good martial arts skills.

Zong Luo, the eldest granddaughter of the Taiwei family, had also met once or twice in the past life, and vaguely remembered that she was a heroic little sister who was fond of Hu clothes and wore a long whip around her waist. It is said that the character is hot and hot, and the love and hate are clear.

With her straightforward personality, it's strange to see Zong Yongliu, a weak boy who is so eloquent and his mind wandering around in his stomach.

"However, although there is no intention to be the sixth, the captain said that his granddaughter has admired you for a long time."

Zongluo: "???"

He was still eating melon happily just now, how could this melon eat himself when he turned his head?