Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

After leaving Yuchun Palace, Pei Qianxue did not go to Zhanggong again, but went straight back to Pei Mansion.

In the previous festival, he took Xuanqi to the north for disaster relief, and Xiu Mu moved back. Today is the last day. After waiting for today, I have to resume the court tomorrow. In addition to this, there is a huge pile of official duties.

The Prime Minister of the Great Yuan commanded hundreds of officials, with one person under ten thousand people, and he was busy with many affairs on weekdays. It happened to be after the New Year's Day again, and after only a few days of work, the things to be dealt with were piled up into a mountain, and it was a headache to look at it any more.

But Pei Qianxue has a very good way of doing things, and never messes around.

He is not an out-and-out workaholic like Emperor Yuan. He doesn't give himself vacations all year round, and he still issues orders on New Year's Day.

You must know that disaster relief is a long, windy journey. Hurry up and transport the supplies back and come back, what's wrong with taking a few more days off? Pei Qianxue would be happy for another half month.

If Zong Luo sees him, he will give a shout out.

Work overtime when it is time to work, rest when it is time to rest, never rest when it is time to work overtime, and never work overtime when it is time to rest. Rejecting useless overtime, refusing 996, and daring to challenge slave owners are the templates and models for salaried workers.

As for work, no matter how much it is, it has to be piled up until the working day, and never touch it during breaks.

After returning to the mansion, Pei Qianxue didn't even take a look at the affairs that had been brought over, and ordered the book boy to make him a fragrant tea from the latest tribute from the Western Regions, and walked to the quiet room with his hands behind.

The furnishings in the quiet room are particularly elegant, mainly in sandalwood tones, and there is a quiet and elegant atmosphere everywhere. Different bottles and jars of incense products are placed on the short table, and a banjo is lying across from the purple incense burner.

The world knows that Prime Minister Dayuan likes elegance, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is especially good at rhythm.

The culture of burning incense in the Great Wilderness has a long history. At present, most of the nobles in the following countries have the elegant taste of fragrance. All kinds of spices are ground into powder and put into the incense burner. They burn different incense on different occasions.

In the past, before Pei Qianxue played the piano, he not only had to burn incense, but also clean his hands.

However, today Pei Qianxue didn't make any fragrance.

He directly instructed his servants to bring the ground and prepared Jingshen incense and light it, shaking off his cuffs, sitting in front of the five-stringed piano, closing his eyes for a moment, and raising his hand to stroke the piano.

It wasn't very smooth, instead it sounded in the quiet room with a somewhat stagnant and low rhythm. It patrolled the frosted bamboo forest and swept the bamboo leaves, causing the children waiting outside the door to look sideways.

It is said that one looks at a person with a qin, and the qin naturally reveals the true feelings.

Master Pei played the piano on weekdays, and mostly played some quiet and slow tunes that were as lonely as mountains and flowing water. Today is a little different, as if a thousand words have nowhere to express, sorrow and sorrow, and complexity.

The reason, only Pei Qianxue knew.

He was restless.

It was clearly still winter, and the cold wind blew past the bamboo trees in Pei's house.

In the first two sunsets, there was some frost, and the bamboo leaves and bamboo joints were coated with a layer of glittering ice ridges, and the eaves were also embellished with a layer of ice.

When the wind blows, the eaves tick and drop into the water, but the bamboo forest does not move at all, only the sound of the wind falls on the paper-pasted window, making a rustling sound.

Gradually, the sound of the piano became higher and higher, as if piercing the sky and venting something. Then it slowly fell, repeating a paragraph over and over again, sobbing, and finally it was silent.

At the end of the song, Pei Qianxue still closed his eyes, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

What is he running from? What is he afraid of?

This time last year, he was deeply saddened to hear the news of Jin Yu's death.

Therefore, after knowing the news of Jin Yu's return, she was so surprised that she asked for nothing else.

It's a pity... people are greedy, as long as you have it once, you will want more.

As a courtier, Pei Qianxue did not know what this meant.

Jin Yu is so highly regarded by His Majesty that he is almost a sure-fire crown prince of Dayuan. In the future, he will inherit the foundation of Dayuan and become the new emperor.

His Majesty has not been in good health these years. Perhaps after the ceremony of the witch sacrifice, he will start to transfer the power to Jin Yu. When he dominates the world, he may even plan to abdicate in the future.

And Pei Qianxue's allegiance will also change from Emperor Yuan to his former best friend.

If it's just an idle prince, that's all, but it's obviously not feasible for the heir of a dynasty to have no descendants.

No matter whether Jin Yu accepts it or not, knows it or doesn't know it, as long as Pei Qianxue says it, it is an act of disobedience.

What's more... Jin Yu is clearly just friendship with him.

I originally wanted to meditate when I played the piano, but the more I played, the less quiet I became.

Everything is like a ball of wool, entwined and rolled to make a ball, and it is impossible to make out the continuous cutting.

Really can't figure it out, Pei Qianxue simply got up and left the quiet room.

The servant had already prepared everything for him.

After Pei Qianxue took a shower, she changed into her bedclothes and went straight back to the bedroom.

For some reason, after sitting in the quiet room for a while, he felt a little sleepy.

It's not long before it's already night, and Pei Qianxue usually reads a book again at this time, or completes his unfinished paintings.

However, after taking a bath today, his eyes were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he fell into a drowsy sleep almost as soon as his back touched the bed board.

In a trance, Pei Qianxue seemed to be in a dark and cold palace.

Outside the palace, there was a lot of wind and snow, and through the window lattice, you could vaguely see the raging wind and snow, and...the lonely figure kneeling in the wind and snow.

The prince in white knelt down in front of the hall with his head bowed, his exposed neck turned red from the cold, and the knuckles on the back of his hands were even more bulging, as gorgeous as falling plums.

Looking from a distance, the falling goose feather snow covered his entire back, almost freezing into a snowman.

Jin Yu? !

Pei Qianxue was shocked and was about to speak, but heard 'self' say: "Your Majesty, the third prince has been kneeling outside for a whole day."

It was only then that he noticed the hoarseness in his voice and the motion of kneeling on the ground.

The palace was still silent.

The next second, something hit Pei Qianxue's forehead from the top of his head, and he rolled to the ground.

Spread it out, it is an imperial decree with bright yellow as the bottom.

Both Pei Qianxue and 'Pei Qianxue' looked up subconsciously. When they saw the handwriting on it clearly, they froze.

This is a clear edict of death. It is clear in structure, clear in content, and clearly listed in every detail, all of which are intended to be added to the guilt.

After a long time, a voice sounded: "All the people who interceded, I didn't let them see the sun tomorrow. You are the only one who pleaded bluntly, and you have still saved your life."

Pei Qianxue had never heard Emperor Yuan speak in such a voice.

Shady, excited, angry, and deeply exhausted.

'Pei Qianxue' opened his mouth: "But the third prince is innocent, he doesn't know anything."

"Hahahahaha I don't know, a good one I don't know!"

In the darkness, the emperor raised his head and laughed: "Can the parties involved know such absurd things?"

Emperor Yuan laughed again, and seemed to be muttering to himself: "Yeah, he doesn't know, maybe he really doesn't know. But what about Zhen? Is Zhen a laughing stock after so many years?"

For the first time in his life, Pei Qianxue could hear the undisguised struggle and pain from the mouth of the always ruthless emperor.

Pei Qianxue didn't know how long she had been kneeling. It seemed that his knees were numb.

It took a long time, a long time, before he heard the word.

"Let him go to the border, don't set foot on the imperial city again in this life."

Emperor Yuan's voice was as painful as a split: "Bento I...I have never had this child."

'Pei Qianxue' seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and kowtowed deeply: "Thank you Lord Longen."

The next second, the person on the bed suddenly woke up.

His lips were white, his whole body trembling, almost dazed.

Pei Qianxue got out of bed trembling and almost fell to the ground, "Quick, get your clothes, prepare the carriage, go to Yuchun Palace, go to Yuchun Palace!"

I remembered that Jin Yu had specially asked him if he had a dream before.

Although there were only a few short sentences, he had glimpsed a shocking secret from the inside.

After hurriedly dressed, I boarded the carriage.

Hearing the wheel turning, Pei Qianxue was furious.

Hurry up, hurry up.

......

On the other side, in the bedroom of Yuchun Palace, after Zongluo asked this sentence, it fell into a dead silence.

Yu Beizhou's expression was extremely strange.

It was startled at first, then stunned for a moment, and finally filled with a twisted smile.

A low laugh sounded.

Then, the laughter grew louder and louder, almost sharp to high.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..."

Yu Beizhou kept smiling.

Because he laughed so loudly that he was almost out of breath, just listening to the sound, he seemed to be in a daze, pushing towards the most intense mockery.

"Your Highness?"

If the abnormal sound just now was just suspicion, but Jin Yu Beizhou's undisguised laughter clearly indicated that there was another person in the bedroom.

Someone dared to break into Yuchun Palace?

The inner servant who was guarding the door was in shock and was about to call the guard.

However, the third prince's voice came from behind the door: "Don't panic, it's fine."

Since His Highness said so, the chamberlain calmed down.

Thinking of the strength of the third highness, their hearts were also lowered, and they looked at their noses and hearts again, but Quan Dang didn't hear the crazy laughter.

"Come, you come with me."

Yu Beizhou smiled, stretched out his hand, and pulled Zong Luo out of Yuchun Palace.

The prince in white was led to a staggering step and stepped on the tile.

The night was dark.

There is not a single star in the sky tonight, and it is getting darker.

The entire imperial city was as quiet as a large tomb.

The two of them leaped in the silent imperial city at night. The ghost valley Qinggong, which was in the same vein, was like a wild goose.

At this point in time, the witches in the Great Witch Temple had already fallen asleep.

Looking around, the witch temples in the darkness are like sleeping giant beasts, opening their bloody mouths.

As soon as he landed, Zong Luo shook off Yu Beizhou and grabbed his hand desperately all the way.

Because of the excessive strength, this slender wrist has turned red, and several times he suspected that this man was going to crush his hand like this.

"Yu Beizhou, what are you doing crazy?!"

After being blown by the cold wind at night, Zongluo only felt that he was blinded by lard. Hearing Yu Beizhou's laughter, his heart was irritated, and at the same time, he was also a little more annoyed.

"What am I crazy about? Hahahaha, I like it. Senior brother... You actually said that I like you?"

Yu Beizhou was still laughing, until tears came out, out of breath: "How could it be, brother, I hate you for being too late."

All of a sudden, he stopped all smiles in an instant.

As if the crazy laughter just now did not come from his mouth.

"Senior brother, you don't even know how much I hate you."

"I can't wait to lock your hands and feet, put a cloth over your eyes, and crush you against the wall."

His words seemed to be drenched in venom, but also like an escape from being stabbed in the foot, annoyed, and repeated over and over again.

"Senior brother doesn't want to know, the last truth of the last life, why did Emperor Yuan give the decree of death?"

The red-clothed and white-furred general put on a malicious smile again.

He approached the prince in white and whispered, "Because Senior Brother, Emperor Yuan found out that you are not his biological prince at all, and you have no blood relationship."

This past has been covered up for two lifetimes, and Yu Beizhou has prepared a surprise for two lifetimes, to see the secret of knocking him down with one blow when he reaches the clouds.

"Everything about you is like a mirror."

"Your affection, glory... all stripped away from the body of self."

Seeing the suddenly pale face of the prince in white, Yu Beizhou's mouth evoked a frantic and extremely excited smile.

He ignored his heart throbbing when he saw the face of the person in front of him, and let the lingering hatred and pain intertwined, word by word, slowly approaching the final truth.

"You know what, brother. Everything about you...should belong to me. Everything about you."