Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The night is getting darker, and the insects are chirping.

After nightfall, the torrential rain in the afternoon faded away, and the mountains that were silent on the ground were lonely, full of the smell of grass roots digging out of the soil after the rain.

Most of the soldiers in the barracks fell asleep, and Siye was so quiet that only the chirping of insects could be heard.

Zong Luo was lying in the sleeping bag in the main tent, obviously exhausted, but not sleepy at all.

The first two days were almost all day and night, so he could seize the time to catch up with Yu Beizhou, who set off a whole day earlier.

When he arrived at the military tent in the afternoon, he was already tired enough, but because of Yu Beizhou's unannounced, he completely aroused his anger.

Ming Ming Zongluo can treat anyone with elegance and gentleness, but to Yu Beizhou, he seems to have removed the most glamorous things on the outside, and opened the bloody scars to meet him honestly.

This is ridiculous, Zongluo thought. He actually guessed Yu Beizhou's mind.

A person who keeps saying that he hates himself, but actually loves without knowing it. Is there anything more funny than this?

In the darkness, he opened his eyes and looked at the other end of the tent.

There was only a solitary sleeping bag there.

Not long ago, there might have been a mass of red and white stuff stuffing itself inside, but now it's empty, and there's no sign of coming back.

He should light a candle.

Zong Luo thought so, stumbled into a deep dream.

A night without dreams.

The next day, when he woke up, it was already bright outside.

The first thing after opening his eyes, Zong Luo looked at the sleeping bag opposite.

It was still the same as when he was asleep, not even the folds had changed.

After Zong Luo got dressed and got up, opened the curtain, and Mu Yuanlong, who was standing outside, took a step forward: "Your Highness, you are awake."

"What time is it now?" Zong Luo rubbed his temples, feeling that he didn't sleep well last night. Although he didn't have a dream, he was disturbed by thousands of words in his dream.

"Reporting to Your Highness, it is three quarters of the hour."

According to the usual marching habits, Yin Shi would get up before dawn, pack all kinds of luggage, eat a simple breakfast, and start the day's journey.

However, now at three quarters of the hour, when converted to Emperor Yuan's work and rest, that is, after the early morning, and even the meeting with the ministers was over, Zong Luo Shi Shiran got up.

The white-clothed prince hammered his head angrily: "Why don't you come and call me."

"My subordinate saw that His Highness was exhausted by boat and car. Yesterday, I was a little tired. I wanted His Highness to sleep well, so I made my own decision. I hope His Highness forgives my sins."

Zongluo knew in his heart that Mu Yuanlong was doing it for his own good, so how could he really blame him?

Taking the hot soup handed over by Xuanqi, Zongluo casually placed a tiger skin on it and asked casually, "Isn't King Beining back yet?"

Mu Yuanlong shook his head: "The brothers who were on duty last night didn't see it, so they probably didn't return overnight."

That is, he hasn't come back from yesterday afternoon to today.

There are no cities for hundreds of miles in the wild countryside nearby. Even if Yun Qinggong wanted to leave, he would have to travel day and night, running hard enough.

No matter what, Yu Beizhou wouldn't turn into a tortoise after being pierced.

Zong Luo didn't speak, and drank the hot soup in the bowl in one breath: "Wait until the afternoon, if the King of Beining has not returned, we will just leave without waiting."

It just so happened that the Xuanqi dispatched troops this time, not through his hands at first, and Zongluo had to take over in many places, so he had a good idea.

So after the late breakfast, Zongluo called Mu Yuanlong and other team leaders to confirm the specific situation in the tent, and took the sheepskin map to circle around it, ready to make a detailed plan for the next marching route.

Soon, it was noon.

About this time, the sound of the horn came from outside the barracks.

Zong Luo frowned, just as he was about to carry Zhan Lu out, he heard the horn's pause changed into two long and one short, symbolizing not an enemy but a friend.

Mu Yuanlong was surprised: "Prime Minister Pei?!"

That's right, the person who came this time was Pei Qianxue in Tsing Yi.

Pei Qianxue got off the horse and greeted the deputy general of Xuanqi with a smile, his eyes fell accurately on the white-robed prince behind him, and showed a faint smile: "Jin Yu."

Pei Qianxue accompanied Mu Yuanlong to the disaster relief last year. In addition, Zong Luo and Pei Qianxue are close friends. When Xuanqi was established, they also helped to run back and forth, so they became familiar with each other.

"Axue, why are you here?" Zong Luo was taken aback.

He left the imperial city in a hurry, and before he left, he only had time to write a note in a hurry, and asked Yuchun Palace's inner servant to bring it to Pei Xiangfu's residence. Unexpectedly, Pei Qianxue came after him directly.

Pei Qianxue said with a smile, "Jin Yu, you're going too fast. I didn't have time to tell you that in the battle against Wei, Your Majesty ordered me to go to the front and sit in the rear."

Zong Luo suddenly realized.

The Prime Minister of the Great Yuan has great power, commanding hundreds of officials, with a heavy hand, and can even intervene in military affairs during special periods. On the contrary, Taiwei, since Emperor Yuan's drastic reforms, has become an honorary official position that is not granted, and the real military power is entirely in the hands of Emperor Yuan himself.

This is the last battle, not only Da Yuan, but the whole world is waiting for the final result. Taiwei Shen was too old, so naturally he couldn't sit in the rear guard, so Pei Qianxue would do it for him.

"Before I came, His Majesty told me not to reveal my whereabouts before arriving at the front line."

This is the target for Zongluo.

Pei Qianxue naturally needs to be escorted by heavy troops when she travels. He followed Zong Luo, and no one could have imagined that there was actually a prince in the team.

Zong Luo's heart was bitter: "Father has a heart."

Pei Qianxue smiled and didn't say much.

What he didn't say was that it was actually Xue Yushi who was sent to the front line. After all, this person is not here, only those forces in the imperial city who have seized the reserves dare to show their guilt.

But he knew that Zongluo had disregarded the status of the prince, and after he asked to go to the front line, he was impulsive and followed Emperor Yuan to ask for a place.

As soon as the words came out, Pei Qianxue realized that he had overstepped.

He is the sharpest knife in the hands of the Holy Master. Since he wants to see blood, how can he go?

But Pei Qianxue still said that, and there was not much annoyance in his heart.

For some reason, he had a very bad feeling. It's like... If he doesn't follow Jin Yu to the front line this time, he won't have any chance again.

Behind Mian Hao, those sharp and deep eyes looked at him for a long time, until Pei Qianxue couldn't stand still, and then slowly said: "Well, if you leave, those people will probably be faster."

"I'm ready, go early and come back early."

Pei Qianxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed up, and followed him all the way.

Zong Luo looked up at the sky: "Since Pei Xiang is here, then we will rest in place for another day, and start at full speed tomorrow."

"Yes!"

The other soldiers followed suit.

Although it is to rest in place, but it can not do nothing. The cleaning harness for cleaning the harness, the polishing weapon for polishing the weapon, and the packing for packing. The whole camp was in full swing, and even an exception was allowed to make up for sleep. Tomorrow morning, they would march until the night.

The marching conditions are difficult, and it is not always possible to eat hot food at all times. Prepare more cold food such as cakes today, and eat on the road tomorrow without delaying the trip.

Soon, the well-trained cavalry had rebuilt a tent.

Zong Luo took Pei Qianxue in, a little apologetically: "When they came from the imperial city, they didn't expect there would be people, so I can only apologise for you to live here first."

"It's okay." Obviously Pei Qianxue didn't care about these people: "By the way, why didn't you see King Beining?"

Pei Qianxue was originally just a nod to the vassal king, but that specious dream had a big enough impact. In the dream, there are not only real and fake princes, but also merciless backstabs. The object turned out to be the old master who was loyal to him. When he ascended the throne, it was inevitable to pay attention.

Zong Luo said lightly: "I don't know, I didn't come back after I went out yesterday."

He is simply an unimportant person, and Pei Qianxue didn't pay much attention to it.

After putting down the salute, he walked out of the tent with Zong Luo.

At this moment, a black spot suddenly flew across the sky.

Taking a closer look, it was the ugly eagle that liked to follow Yu Beizhou the most.

Since the eagles are here, Yu Beizhou must still be nearby.

Zong Luo was thinking, and suddenly heard Pei Qianxue's voice: "I'm sorry."

Just when Zong Luo was puzzled, he suddenly felt someone approaching his back.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of slightly cold hands gently touched his back, and pulled up the silver-white hair in a very gentle gesture.

Wei Wei's cool and pleasant voice came from behind: "Jin Yu, your hair is messed up. I'll help you comb it again."

"Ah, oh." Zong Luo said slightly unnaturally: "Okay."

On weekdays, when it comes to combing your hair, Zong Luo just uses a hair tie to finish things off.

Da Yuan does not have many requirements for hair style, and he does not necessarily have to wear a hair crown official hat. For example, Yu Beizhou's hair is disheveled every day, and he is completely free to grow except for pruning; Zong Luo is habitually tying a ponytail at the back of his head.

It was the same when he was in the imperial city. He was not used to others serving him, dressing and washing, so he usually came by himself. But it's just a haircut. When the military's atmosphere is unrestrained and the conditions are difficult, they always take a bath in the open air, so Zongluo can't think too much.

However, Pei Qianxue's posture was too serious and too slow. The fingertips were combed and slowly slipped down from the roots of his hair, as if he was on a pilgrimage. From a distance, one green and one white are close to each other, which is enough to be called crossing the line.

"Alright?" Zongluo asked.

Hearing him ask, Pei Qianxue finally tied a knot on the hairband, and let the extremely smooth moonlight flow out of his hands without a trace: "Okay."

Zong Luo breathed a sigh of relief without a trace when he felt the very close aura move away from his back. People who practice martial arts are not used to others being so close, especially standing behind them.

This is nothing but an ordinary episode.

After a while, Zong Luo bid farewell to Pei Qianxue and returned to his tent.

The moment he stepped into the tent, he noticed that there was someone inside.

Between the electric light and flint, he caught a glimpse of a deep red in the corner of his eye.

Immediately afterwards, he was suddenly thrown onto the table.

Zong Luo just reacted: "You—"

However, before he could say anything, he was trapped by the scorching arm.

Someone squeezed his chin and kissed him frantically with a force strong enough to make a toothache.