Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The prince in white lay upright on the bed, tossing and turning, feeling a little desperate.

What happened tonight really subverted his three views, to the point that it made him sleepless all night and doubt his life.

Before Zongluo deepened Yu Beizhou's perversion in his heart, it was because this guy's madness was actually related to that.

It turned out that it was better now, and he also embarked on the old road of Yu Beizhou.

No matter how many excuses there are to explain that this is a normal physiological phenomenon of young men with strong blood, Zongluo still can't deny that he really lost control, twice.

It was only before that Yu Beizhou, who was reacting by name, was a big pervert, so what is he, a small pervert who is also infected by the sidelines?

"Help... am I going to break."

Zong Luo wailed in his heart and slowly covered his face.

It's not that he reacted so much, but Zongluo had never had this kind of experience before.

In the previous life, I did not mention the degree of indifference and few desires, and worked tirelessly in my career. Even before reading the book, he had never had such a stimulating experience as a single mother and child.

Zong Luo's age is basically in graduate school, and Gou's doctoral dissertation is a bit more powerful. And he can become a genius graduate tutor, why? Naturally, it is because of the diligence and perseverance day and night. Except for books and cold instruments, there is no living thing in my eyes. I just read novels in the sky, and my entertainment hobbies are extremely lacking, let alone having fun and falling in love. Well, it's all a myth!

"It should be just an illusion, yes, it's been a long time since I vented."

Zongluo kept hypnotizing himself, completely daring not to compare "your XP and the paper man I liked is Yu Beizhou" with the real Yu Beizhou who had passed through the book.

Just like this, the three views were shattered, and he suspected that he had been tossing around for most of the night, and he even fell asleep in a daze.

In this sleep, I fell asleep until I didn't know when.

When he woke up, Zong Luo realized that something was wrong with him.

He was dizzy, somewhat top-heavy, his body was hot, his limbs were limp, he couldn't lift any strength, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

"His Royal Highness is awake."

A surprised voice came from the side.

The waiter who had been waiting at the door for a long time immediately informed him, and there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

"What time is it now?"

Zongluo was dizzy and didn't have time to think about why he couldn't detect that the servant appeared silently beside his bed with his alertness, and only asked subconsciously.

"If you go back to His Highness, it's time for you now."

Unity time? !

Zong Luo recovered a trace of clarity from his hazy mind.

When he slept, it was only in the second half of the night at most, no matter how he should wake up at noon, how could he sleep directly until the sun went down?

The imperial doctor who had just prepared the witch medicine just turned around and said, "His Royal Highness has contracted the cold."

Yes.

Zong Luo reluctantly sat up from the bed and put one hand on his head.

Sure enough, the palm of his hand was extremely hot, burning with fire, even hotter than the ball Yu Beizhou rubbed against him last night.

Zongluo: "..."

He was stunned.

I got sick myself! ! !

The imperial doctor said again: "His Royal Highness, why did you suddenly catch the cold?"

This is also the place that the imperial doctor can't figure out.

Generally speaking, the physical fitness of people who practice martial arts is very good, not to mention the third prince with deep internal strength.

Not to mention the imperial doctor, even Zong Luo himself felt incredible.

After thinking about it, the only place that can catch the cold... is really only the pool of ice water last night.

To be fair, Zong Luo is also aware of his physical fitness, so he willfully chooses to soak a stick of fragrant cold water in the winter.

Not to mention that he has internal strength to protect his body, Zongluo has never had a cold since the beginning of his martial arts practice, except that he contracted a few colds in Guigu when he first practiced martial arts.

I don't know how many times I have led troops to fight, in the snowy fields, or in the snow-covered boundaries. He tried to throw away the armor on his body conveniently, relying on his inner strength, so he dangled on the snowfield in a thin suit of clothes, and fought for a day, but he was covered in sweat and never got sick.

Just because he took a cold shower last night, in order to reduce the fire, he became ill? ? ?

Zong Luo thought this was downright absurd.

After drinking the special wind-cold witch medicine decoction brought by the imperial doctor, his complexion almost matched that of green vegetables.

"Your Highness, don't think it's bitter."

The imperial doctor stroked his little beard: "The old minister just took the pulse for you. You don't usually suffer from wind-cold, but when you do, you will definitely be aggressive. If you can't suppress the wind-cold on the first day, then you must The days of procrastination are long.”

"Good medicine is bitter and beneficial to disease. His Highness has taken this medicine three times today, one bowl each time."

Zong Luo couldn't help sighing in his heart.

When he thought that he had to drink such a bitter medicine three times, the expression on his face could not help but mask the pain.

"You go and burn the brazier a little more. When the Third Highness wakes up, open the window first to ventilate, and go to the Tai Hospital to get some witch medicine that I dried a few days ago, and go to the room for the stagnant medicine."

The imperial doctor ordered the subordinates to operate in an orderly manner, and after tidying up the surroundings, he suddenly heard the announcement from outside the door: "Your Majesty is here—"

In an instant, the inner servants who were still in and out just now put down what they were busy with, and knelt down in a hurry.

Outside the door holding a palace lantern, Emperor Yuan, wearing a black-gold crown suit, walked with his hands behind his back, followed by a familiar figure in red and white fur who was strolling leisurely behind him.

Zongluo didn't notice it at first, he opened the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but heard Emperor Yuan's cold voice: "What kind of salute, cover the quilt and lie down!"

So he silently pulled the quilt back, raised his eyes to see, and happened to be standing behind Emperor Yuan. At this moment, Yu Beizhou, who was looking at him with the corners of his mouth bent, looked straight at each other.

Zongluo: "..."

Emperor Yuan didn't pay attention to their dark tide. After asking the imperial doctor, he turned around and said, "I heard from the servant Meng that you fell asleep early after drinking the medicine last night. Why did you suddenly catch the cold?"

Zongluo said again: "..."

Thinking of why he got this unfortunate and tragic cold, he couldn't help but glared at Yu Beizhou, whose smile became more and more intense.

But these words must never be said in front of his father.

Not to mention whether I sneaked out to stay up late at night without sleeping, or went to the dark room under the study of Beining's palace, and after 300 rounds of battle with Yu Beizhou, the two reacted by rubbing / gun / walking / fire, there is really no way to do this. He slipped back in embarrassment, and found that he was still stubborn, so the fact that he took a cold shower to cause a cold was too absurd and bizarre, unbelievable.

It would be incredible if his father knew about the first half, let alone Zongluo himself shattered the second half of Sanguan.

So he had no choice but to embarrass himself: "My son doesn't know either..."

The voice was so soft and weak that Emperor Yuan didn't even need to discern it to know that Zong Luo was lying.

The cold and solemn emperor narrowed his eyes: "I heard that after you woke up in the middle of the night, you ordered your servants to prepare a pool of cold water and soaked incense sticks in it for a whole time?"

In the silent room, Yu Beizhou's undisguised low smile suddenly sounded.

Zong Luo swears that his face is absolutely red now. But because of his fever, the whole person's face was red and red, so he couldn't see anything.

He never thought that the things he denied in every way in front of Yu Beizhou yesterday would be exposed by Emperor Yuan in front of Yu Beizhou.

Really worthy of being a father. he thought desperately.

"Your Majesty, might your third highness have a nightmare last night?"

Just when Zong Luo was thinking about how to quibble, Yu Beizhou, who had been acting as the mascot behind his back, said with a smile.

"Oh?"

Emperor Yuan was just discussing with Yu Beizhou.

The Chinese New Year is over, and in about half a month, it will be time for Da Yuan to reorganize his troops and start expanding again.

Now only Wei and Yu are left. Even if these two countries are merged, facing the Great Abyss is nothing more than a difference between dying first and dying later.

But it still has to be prioritized.

Wei Guo dominated all countries in the early years, and the background is still there, and it will take a while to concentrate its forces for a while. It is better to start with Yu Kingdom first. Now it's a two-front battle. Concentrate your forces to take down the State of Yu first, go to the State of Wei as a pretense, wait for the State of Yu to be incorporated, reorganize the troops, and then take down the State of Wei in one go.

Yu Beizhou and Zong Luo are both good players in the fast break.

After the servant reported that the third prince was awake, Emperor Yuan stood up directly. Unexpectedly, Yu Beizhou was surprised to say that the third prince was ill, but he had to give his condolences, so he brought people over.

"I sometimes have nightmares in the middle of the night, and I get irritable, so I get up and take a cold shower."

Yu Beizhou said: "It's just that the third highness has always been in good health, and it's just that he caught the cold by chance. Your Majesty doesn't need to worry too much. With your highness's body, it is naturally not difficult to recover."

Hearing what he said, Emperor Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he didn't ask Zongluo why he had to take a cold shower last night. Instead, he called the medical sage over and asked them to treat the third prince properly.

Unexpectedly, it was Yu Beizhou who finally cleared the siege.

Zongluo's brain is burning badly now, and he doesn't have the time to think about what bad ideas this person is thinking about.

After watching the great Buddha of Emperor Yuan go out, Zong Luo instructed his servants to guard the bedroom, continued to pull the quilt, and fell asleep again groggy.

Perhaps because of the efficacy of the medicine, he fell asleep again this time.

When he woke up again, Zong Luo already had some meaning that he didn't know what year it was today.

He opened his eyes and sat up reluctantly, only to feel that his head was a little clearer, much better than when he woke up last time, but his stomach was still empty and extremely uncomfortable.

Just as Zong Luo was about to get up, he turned his head and bumped into a pair of smiling, bottomless dark eyes.

Yu Beizhou brought a chair over and sat on the side of his slump with ease, resting his head in one hand, looking at him with a smile: "Senior brother, good morning."

Zongluo: "..."

Early morning, early you are a big head!

"Someone..."

He raised his hand and was about to call for someone to come and ask them why they put this scourge in his bedroom, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was frightened by his hoarse voice.

"Senior brother, don't worry, it's quiet at night now, who would come here."

Yu Beizhou sighed: "Only the junior and senior brothers who are worried about you will come here to help the senior brothers."