Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Back in the saddle, is it just like that, in the middle of the night, sneaking to other people's beds and scaring people to death? !

Zong Luo was simply not angry, but since as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his throat hurt as if someone had been scratched with a knife, so he could only shut up obediently and glared at Yu Beizhou.

"I can't blame me for deliberately scaring my senior brother. Now my senior brother is a big celebrity in the imperial city. After I heard that my senior brother contracted the cold, countless people came to see him. It's just that my senior brother and I have a good heart, and I just woke up when I came. ."

Yu Beizhou didn't feel uncomfortable at all when being watched with such a gaze, on the contrary, he enjoyed it very much.

He still had the usual unintelligible smile on his face, and when he approached, his brows and eyes seemed to be beaming with a smile, and at a glance, people could see his undisguised good mood now.

Yu Beizhou was right.

When Zongluo was asleep, Emperor Yuan came, Pei Qianxue came, and Yushi Xue came to visit. Zong Luo didn't wake up yet, only after he touched it did he wake up. Wasn't this a consonance?

"Senior brother must be hungry after sleeping for so long."

He opened his mouth as if thoughtfully, and like a conjuration, he took out a bowl of steaming white porridge from behind, with only some green vegetables floating on it. However, it fell into Zong Luo's nose, who was now so hungry that his chest was on his back, and the aroma was as fragrant as a delicacy.

Yu Beizhou smiled and picked up the spoon, scooped up a full spoon, and handed it to Zong Luo's lips: "Senior brother, come, open your mouth."

Zong Luo was covered in goose bumps by his unusual behavior: "Put down the bowl, I will eat it myself."

"That won't work." Yu Beizhou's smile didn't change: "I have to feed my senior brother well."

He savagely brought a spoon close to Zong Luo's lips, and pressed his fingertips slightly hard, congesting the thin lips that were red because of the high fever.

Yu Beizhou fascinatedly admired such a decadent color, and deliberately lowered his voice: "If the senior brother is not full, who will feed you poor junior brother and junior brother who spent a day in the dark room."

Zongluo: "..."

I know that this person is not at ease, and what he does is definitely not a good deed.

However, although his fever has subsided a little now, it is indeed as the imperial doctor said. He has not contracted the wind and cold for many years, and once he contracted it, it was so severe that he could not get out of bed, and it was difficult to even lift his fingers.

Huluo and Pingyang were bullied by dogs, Zongluo prided himself on being sturdy, and would not open his mouth.

Even if he starved to death on this bed and jumped from the outside, he wouldn't eat anything from Yu Beizhou!

Just when the two were at a stalemate, the voice of the inner servant suddenly came from outside: "Kow Kow Kow."

"Your Highness, Young Master Gu asks to see you."

Zong Luo was stunned for a moment, remembering what Yu Beizhou said earlier in the night, and immediately realized that he had been deceived, and glared at the man fiercely.

"Let him in."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the spoon against his lips found a gap and squeezed it in, almost choking on the spoonful of porridge.

When Gu Ziyuan came in from outside, he saw this scene.

The prince in white was sitting on the bed in a thin tunic, his shoulders were thin, his face was flushed abnormally, the whole person changed from the cold and dusty autumn frost and full moon in the past, but instead blushed and couldn't stop coughing Unexpressed sense of vulnerability.

The general in red sitting lazily beside the bed was holding white porridge in one hand, and the other hand was intimately attached to the back of the prince in white, slapping him.

Their atmosphere is self-contained, and no one else is allowed to meddle at all.

Gu Ziyuan felt more and more sour in his heart when he remembered the scene he saw last time during the Chinese New Year.

It wasn't until Zong Luo finally regained his breath that he realized that Yu Beizhou had put his hand on his back recklessly. The scorching heat passed from the palm of his hand, which was even higher than Zong Luo, who was a serious person with a high fever.

"Brother Luo."

Gu Ziyuan said indifferently: "I heard that Brother Luo has contracted the cold, I was a little worried, so I came to take a look."

He is also a court official now, unlike Ye Linghan who can only wait for news in the Third Prince's Mansion.

"Thank you Ziyuan for worrying, I'm fine."

Zong Luo nodded towards him, "The imperial doctor said that it only takes a few days to rest and recover soon."

This is the intention to drive people out.

In fact, it was Yu Beizhou who wanted to drive away, and Gu Ziyuan could only be considered innocently implicated.

However, Zongluo called the imperial doctor in, Gu Ziyuan left, and Yu Beizhou couldn't continue to stay here shamelessly, although he felt that the sick brother looked more palatable, which made people excited.

It does burn a little bit badly.

Yu Beizhou thought nonchalantly, if he stayed here for a while longer, angering his senior brother who was already having a high fever, and making people confused, then he had worked so hard to prepare for the surprise and there was no way to unpack it.

Thinking of this, Yu Beizhou couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "Then when the senior brother finishes drinking the medicine, the junior brother will leave."

He put down the porridge bowl, took the witch medicine that had just been boiled in the hands of the imperial doctor very naturally, and brought a spoon to Zong Luo's lips under the watchful eyes of the public.

Zong Luo, who was almost choked to death by Yu Beizhou just now: "..."

When he was in Guigu, Zongluo showed his extreme resistance to witch medicine. Yu Beizhou and his teacher went out of the same school, and the two of them could be regarded as bamboo horses and bamboo horses, so they knew it clearly.

Now that he was rushing up to serve the medicine, he even changed a spoon specially, and Sima Zhao's heart was clearly revealed.

How can anyone give medicine to a patient, and even use a spoon to feed it? Isn't this intentional to make people die?

Zong Luo was not angry, he grabbed the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp: "You can go!"

Because this is the latest bitter medicine developed by the imperial doctor, the taste is touching, and it is a thousand times more powerful than ordinary witch medicine. Therefore, Zong Luo has to spend a long time drinking medicine these days, and he has never been as efficient as today.

Who would have thought that as soon as the King of Beining came, the Third Highness would be so active in drinking medicine.

The old imperial doctor was in awe of this, and thought that he might be able to use this method to stimulate His Highness to drink the medicine earlier next time.

Seeing that the person on the bed was so bitter that the root of his eyelashes could not stop trembling, but his neck was unwilling to show weakness, Yu Beizhou laughed a few times, his eyes became deeper and darker, and no light could be revealed.

Such a senior... It's really hard to help but want to bully.

It's better to go overboard and make people cry.

Such a happy mood was maintained until Yu Beizhou was politely invited out of the dormitory, and it was not broken.

He was humming a song and was about to leave when Gu Ziyuan suddenly stopped him: "My lord!"

Yu Beizhou glanced at him indifferently, and the smile on his face suddenly became a little colder and sarcastic.

In other words, as long as he wasn't looking at Zong Luo, he was mostly lazy and arrogant, and he didn't care much about everything.

Gu Ziyuan is a weak scholar. He has never faced such an imposing manner. Now he clenched his fists and blushed, and barely managed to say: "My lord, Luo... Your third highness doesn't like you like that."

How is he? Senior brother is very tight to his appearance, and his body is the most honest.

How dare such an overbearing ant dangle in front of him? He was already out of sight.

Yu Beizhou sneered, and the words cooled down, revealing a bone-chilling killing intent: "Go away."

With a single word, Gu Ziyuan felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if he had been frozen.

He never thought that the King of Beining, who was always smiling in front of Brother Luo on weekdays, seemed to be in a good mood could be so terrifying.

Just like he didn't realize where the courage he came from just now, he reached out to stop him.

"Waste." Yu Beizhou lightly put down two words: "If you appear in front of this king next time, what you need to leave behind may be your life."

After the figure in red and white fur was gone, Gu Ziyuan finally tried to move his stiff fingers and fell to the ground, dripping with cold sweat.

"Okay, so scary..."

He gasped heavily, unable to return to his soul for a long time.

For a moment just now, Gu Ziyuan really felt that he might die here.

......

On the other side, a place in the palace that had been forgotten by everyone finally welcomed a long-awaited guest.

After so many days, the people in the palace have long forgotten the ninth prince who was still confined in the palace.

I don't know how many people in this palace, big and small, are short-lived. Right now, the one from Yuchun Palace is the undisputed upstart, and everyone is scrambling to compliment each other. They have long forgotten that there is a prince who is heavily guarded here and cannot step out of the palace.

In the beginning, Zong Hongjiu was still busy, and even looked forward to his father's mercy on the New Year's Day and let him go to the New Year's banquet together. After all... the emperor favored him the most.

He told himself this over and over again, and even dressed neatly on the New Year's Day and looked forward to it.

However, until dawn, not a single servant came to announce.

Even the house attendant who came to deliver the meal quietly sent a message to the servants who had followed Zong Hongjiu before, saying that they should quickly find another way, and the ninth prince fell out of favor. His Majesty is such a person who does not tolerate sand in his eyes. He was so angry last time, there is absolutely no place to turn around.

Gradually, the servants who used to be obedient also began to neglect.

Zong Hongjiu was furious to death, but there was nothing he could do.

He was under house arrest here, and he couldn't even see his former ally Zong Chengsi, let alone what was going on outside.

After waiting anxiously, Zong Hongjiu finally succeeded in connecting with Zong Chengsi for more than half a month after the Chinese New Year.

He squatted in Gong's room and asked in a low voice, "Brother Four Emperors, Brother Four Emperors, what the hell is going on here, what about the ghosts and backers we arranged before?"

Zong Chengsi's voice was full of anxiety: "Brother Jiuhuang, I don't know how this matter happened, and the news was leaked. Now that the father is investigating, it is also very important."

A wall away, Zong Chengsi squinted his eyes, and his expression was completely different from his anxious and thoughtful expression: "What's going on, you're not saying that the Eighth Emperor is the least favored, then Ye Linghan is also It's not an important person, why does it attract so much attention from the father?"

Zong Chengsi carefully sorted out what happened and found that there was no problem with the plan. The only problem is the unusual attitude of the father.

He deliberately chose this time just to ask something from Zong Hongjiu's mouth.

Thinking about it, he whispered again: "Brother Jiuhuang, now your palace is strictly guarded, I don't have much time, and I have to leave soon. We are grasshoppers on a line now, only you told me truthfully, Only then can I find a way to prescribe the right medicine and rescue you from the palace as soon as possible."

Zong Hongjiu was silent for a long time, and then he whispered: "I, I don't know either."

Zong Chengsi became more and more impatient, "Oh, that's fine, but I was questioned by the father and emperor recently. I don't know when the next time I come, the Nine Emperor Brothers will wait patiently, and the Fourth Emperor Brother promises to do his best. of."

Seeing that Zong Chengsi was about to leave, Zong Hongjiu panicked: "Brother Four Emperors, wait!"

If it were in the past, Zong Hongjiu would definitely not tell Zong Chengsi, who had no background, this big secret that he had inadvertently discovered.

But now... in this situation, he can't help choosing more than one.

Zong Hongjiu became more and more flustered when he witnessed Emperor Yuan's ruthlessness on weekdays: "I, I only know a little bit, but I can't confirm it."

Zong Chengsi put away the steps he was about to walk, and smiled with satisfaction.

Hooked.