Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

This time Zong Luo really felt that the ability of the palace guards was not enough.

Although he is a disciple of Guigu and has excellent martial arts skills, he doesn't feel that he is touched in the bedroom without feeling it.

But Yu Beizhou really entered Yuchun Palace as arrogant as he had been in a realm of no one.

After thinking about it, the only one who was able to stop him was Zong Luo.

It's a pity that Zong Luo can't act rashly now.

It's not because they can't beat Yu Beizhou, but because Shen Xinyue is still sitting in the courtyard of Yuchun Palace. The distance is not far, if they fight in the dormitory, wouldn't it be self-defeating for Zongluo's evasion?

This kind of thing that is not only self-destructing, but also embarrassing and socially dead, naturally Zong Luo will not do it.

Besides...

Looking at the overly beautiful face in front of him in the flickering candlelight, Zong Luo had been burying his head like an ostrich for the past few days and the strangeness came up again, so that he didn't know what to say at this moment.

Since that night's dream... no, it should have been since his rebirth, the originally tense and tit-for-tat relationship between him and Yu Beizhou suddenly turned to an unknown point.

Obviously in their previous life, they were not like this.

In his last life, Zong Luoqie had truly murdered Yu Beizhou, and of course, Yu Beizhou was no exception. After Guigu tore the surface of the camouflage peace, from before to after leaving the division.

First, the simplest point of the knife is facing each other, and then there are conspiracies and tricks to take turns.

However, all of this ended with his suicide under the imperial city.

"What? Senior brother, is this a little beauty who is reluctant to go out?"

Obviously, Zongluo's long silence further deepened this misunderstanding.

The nameless fire that has been burning has intensified, and the jealousy that has not been noticed is at work.

Yu Beizhou's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and the dark red marks at the end of his eyes were dyed with a cold and cruel color, unreasonably reminiscent of blood.

"you say......"

Hot hands gripped his wrist tightly.

In the past, incense should be burned to tune the qin, and the knuckles with clear joints like fine jade were squeezed into the knuckles hard, and the finger pads were rubbed, leaving a string of burning hotness.

The general in red clothes and white fur kept moving forward, easily knocking down the chess basket on the table, letting the black and white chess pieces scattered on the ground: "Will Miss Shen know that, separated by a wall, senior brother is being treated like this by others. Arbitrary molestation/play?"

This is really too presumptuous.

Even though Zongluo had a complicated view of Yu Beizhou recently, he couldn't help frowning deeply, and he endured and endured until he didn't punch him.

"Let go." He said coldly.

Yu Beizhou raised his eyebrows, "What? Could it be that I'm still in the wrong?"

Just at this moment, after hearing the sound from the bedroom, the attendant hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door softly.

"Your Highness?" the servant asked.

Shen Xinyue, who had been waiting outside the dormitory for a long time, suddenly got up, and the maid behind her quickly picked up the snack box and followed her, walking towards this side.

Hearing the footsteps outside, Zong Luo scolded Yu Beizhou ten thousand times in his heart.

Through the thin door, Shen Xinyue's lowered voice came unhindered.

She is asking the inner servant: "Is the third highness awake?"

There was silence in the bedroom.

Zong Luo didn't dare to let out the air, for fear of making any abnormal noise.

In case if the attendant pushed the door directly and came in, he now looks like he is being picked by Yu Beizhou holding his wrist against the wall... Obviously, he can't tell.

Thinking about this, he deliberately said dumbly: "It's okay, just woke up suddenly."

The chambermaid is also clever, just now Zongluo gave instructions. He knew that His Highness meant that he did not want to meet with Miss Shen, so he quickly helped patch up and said: "Oh, look at my memory. Your Highness, you just finished drinking. After taking the medicine, the imperial doctor specially instructed the child that you need adequate rest. If you still feel dizzy or unwell after waking up, please continue to rest for a while.”

Zongluo gave this servant a compliment in his heart, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he was suddenly shocked.

When he was busy dealing with emergencies outside, someone would not be so calm.

Taking advantage of the time when the prince in white was struggling to cope, Yu Beizhou continued to move closer to the wall.

Intense, fiery, as if after drying, it was filled with hormonal aura and approached Zong Luo's body. The pressure of the arrow on the string became stronger and stronger, and it was almost breathless.

At the same time, it was casually sliding down the wrist, as if it was about to fall into the cuff. It was as if the "obscene/playing" he just said was really just a literal meaning.

Zong Luo raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Beizhou as if warning.

Before he could return to the inner servant's words, he heard Shen Xinyue's voice: "Your Highness? Can you hear me?"

Standing outside the dormitory and speaking out, even if the men's and women's defenses are not as serious, they are considered arrogant.

"Miss Shen."

The voice inside the door was as pleasant as ever, like a cold spring, broken jade beads.

Shen Xinyue took a deep breath, but did not regret her bold move: "His Royal Highness, the minister and daughter just happened to accompany grandfather into the palace today, and brought some snacks from the palace, I don't know that Your Highness is not in good health today, so I am here to disturb you. already."

Unmarried men and women who are unmarried, gave snacks, and did not mention that they were made by themselves. Although it crosses the boundary, it is not incompatible with etiquette, at least it cannot be rejected.

Zongluo smiled bitterly in his heart: "I have suffered from the cold for the past two days, and I have just recovered. I really can't see guests. Miss Shen has a heart."

The prince in white had a calm face, and a layer of warm light enveloped the dim room.

That is the peace that has never been shown in front of Yu Beizhou.

Yu Beizhou has seen many different Zongluo.

Annoyed, murderous, indifferent, cold, expressionless, even with disgust, high above and contempt for all living beings, as if they are above all things.

However, in front of outsiders, he most often showed calmness, power, and gentleness... Yu Beizhou never had a single one.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Pfft."

Yu Beizhou let out a mocking and sneering sneer, and with a force like venting his anger, he tilted his head and bit his neck.

Even with a casual smile on his face, you can see how worried he is now.

Shen Xinyue faintly heard a short breath, hesitated for a moment, thinking that she had heard it wrong: "...Your Highness, if there is nothing wrong, the minister and daughter will retire first."

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, but the warm voice behind the door trembled slightly more imperceptibly: "Okay."

Of course, there is no hold back. He didn't even put on a robe and barely met.

Shen Xinyue's loss in her heart is hard to understand.

She is so shy, naturally she can't guess... The third prince clearly has no intention of her.

When I was out in the suburbs last time, although His Royal Highness agreed to the invitation, his every move was only polite, and he refused to go beyond half a point. What's more, after the end, Shen Xinyue deliberately asked the maid to book the most elegant teahouse in the imperial city ahead of time, and invited all the newly promoted officials and young ladies to have dinner in the teahouse, and His Highness refused to go.

If a man really has any affection for a woman, it is absolutely impossible to be so restrained.

Shen Xinyue became more and more uncomfortable just because she was clear.

If it weren't for the third prince's amnesia and blindness, she would definitely not dare to say a word to her grandfather.

But this person just came down from the clouds, giving people space for reverie, and making life unnecessarily delusional. When Shen Xinyue's thoughts were not yet opened, she shook her cuffs and Shi Shiran returned to the sky.

If it has never given people hope from the beginning, how can it be so painful now?

In the eyes of other princes and young ladies in the imperial city, she is very honorable, has a big family, and her grandfather has received holy favor. She is no worse than Princess Dayuan, and even the prince can refuse at will.

However, only Shen Xinyue knew that in front of her sweetheart, she was nothing.

Before coming, Shen Xinyue had already made up her mind.

If you meet the third His Royal Highness who has recovered well, you can make a final decision. If you don’t intend to, then it’s better not to pass by and not waste your brave step.

But at this time, she couldn't say anything.

In the end, he just said in despair, "Then please take good care of your body, my servant girl... come back another day."

After she finished speaking, she motioned the maid behind her to hand over the lunch box to the maid and left in the evening sky.

When the figure completely disappeared at the entrance of Yuchun Palace, the silent bedroom seemed to move again.

The figures intertwined in red and white by the wall are so intimate that they seem to stick together.

Yu Beizhou swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth, stared deeply at the face in front of him, his dark pupils were full of undisguised coldness: "Everyone is gone, senior brother, is this reluctant?"

The long flowing hair was scattered on the shoulders of the prince in white, just like its owner, every strand and strand turned into a cold and sticky poisonous snake, spitting scarlet and jealous snake letters.

"Yu Beizhou, it's almost done, can't you talk properly?"

Zong Luo's chest heaved twice, suppressing his anger: "You came to Yuchun Palace just to tell me this?"

Before, he only felt that the words were not speculative, but now he has simply progressed to the point where he can't communicate.

"What? Is this a good thing for the younger brother to break the elder brother?"

Yu Beizhou continued his yin and yang strangeness: "I have to congratulate senior brother, not only to restore his identity, but also to a higher level, he was also favored by the captain, and he was about to enter the hall and order a marriage, and be the quick son-in-law of Chenglong. Not only that, the surnamed Gu His Confucian disciples were also fascinated by their senior brothers and couldn't stop, and they were really charming."

Through a thin layer of clothing, the jealousy of loneliness burns more and more.

I don't know why, but after hearing what Yu Beizhou said, the fire that Zongluo was so annoyed with just now went out suddenly.

It's not difficult to distinguish each other's emotions after being dead enemies for so long.

Although Yu Beizhou often does some rude dog things on weekdays, he is so angry... Zong Luo is the first time he has seen him in two lifetimes.

The only time I saw it was in a dream. He killed himself under the city walls.

So here comes the problem. Why did Yu Beizhou get angry when he knew that he was given a marriage and was confessed by Gu Ziyuan?

An unbelievable conjecture suddenly rose in Zong Luo's heart, which was too absurd and fermented like a demon.

The prince in white maintained this posture, his back against the cold wall, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curved into a slightly mocking arc.

It seems like this, I can cover up my own throbbing and complexity these days and pass it on to another person.

His face was calm, covering up the turbulent torrents hidden beneath it: "It's really interesting. It's obviously that I was given a marriage, and I haven't even said a word about it. Even if it is, what does it have to do with you? What qualifications do you have to come here? Question me? Unless..."

Zong Luo's voice was very soft, and he was clearly asking about Yu Beizhou, and he seemed to be asking himself.

"Yu Beizhou, don't you like me?"