Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Strangely, after being surprised, Yu Beizhou didn't mean to struggle.

In the process of falling, wrapped in the sound of hunting wind, his red clothes rose like a raging fire, and from a distance it looked like a fiery fireball, wrapping the white-robed swordsman intimately around him.

Under the thin clothes, Yu Beizhou's body was astonishingly hot, as if his enthusiasm was completely ignited.

They are falling, looking at each other. One's eyes were quenched with ice, and the other was ablaze with fire.

The waterfall-like ink hair was blown to pieces, licking to Zongluo's chin, tracing the graceful lip shape. The tail of the latter's high bundles of hair did not know when to spread out, tangled in the wind, and it was inseparable.

Time seems to stand still, stopped here.

In the vague wind, Yu Beizhou raised his head to look at him, the expression on his face was pleasant and obscure, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

"Senior brother, you are really..."

I was so surprised.

He smiled happily, and without finishing his words, he raised his hand and pulled Zong Luo's long hair behind his ear. What's different from the warm action is the murderous intent contaminated by the fingertips, as if the next moment is about to burst out and sever the neck.

Zong Luo ignored him.

Perhaps because of the cloud cover, the cliff was not as deep as Zongluo imagined. The bottom of the cliff is not stuck with jagged rocks, but is covered with a layer of soft black soil, and the white wildflowers are in full bloom. The clouds are shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

Just before landing, the prince in white twitched the corner of his mouth.

He bent his knees and pushed Yu Beizhou to the ground with one knee.

"Crack-"

The sound of bone cracks was crisp and loud, and a bad breath came out fiercely.

The internal organs were suddenly impacted, and Yu Beizhou lay on the ground and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Scarlet blood stained his lips, dripping down the corners of his mouth, terrifying.

But his throat was still muffled, joyful.

"Forget it this time."

Yu Beizhou licked the blood on his lips with a bright smile, like a ghost in the book who feeds on human flesh: "Next time...I'll ask senior brother to collect interest."

......

Zongluo dared to swear that this was probably the most embarrassing time in Yu Beizhou in the past few years.

Otherwise, the moment he jumped off the cliff, he would not have shown such a stunned expression as if he was out of control.

It's so cool, it's just like Xiaoyu Beizhou who followed him and harassed him tirelessly, every bite of Jinyu, Zongluo was annoyed, and directly said that when we didn't know each other that well, Xiaoyu Beizhou's mask cracked and brought him happiness. Same.

Although now Zong Luo calmed down, he felt that his act of jumping off the cliff with Yu Beizhou was really stupid and reckless, which was not in line with his usual calm and sophisticated style.

But rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry. To deal with a lunatic like Yu Beizhou is to play cards out of common sense.

But this time, the luck is indeed against the sky, and it is not a big deal to roll off the cliff.

Perhaps it was the light of the protagonist Yu Beizhou. After all, the standard configuration of the protagonist of a novel like Jumping from a Cliff is 100% death on the spot on someone else's body.

Regrettably, the protagonist had a halo bodyguard, which was hung on the cliff several times in the middle, and the impact of falling was greatly reduced. With a deep inner strength to protect the body, it is not so easy to want to die.

But it's okay to let Yu Beizhou lie in bed for ten or twenty days.

"hiss--"

Zong Luo breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got up from the bed.

Fortunately, the dull pain in the body is not obvious.

Clothes were neatly placed on the head of the bed. Zong Luo casually took a plain indigo robe with a white background and draped it over his body, wrapped the sash around his eyes, and slowly got out of bed.

Open the door, the night outside the window is cold, the moon is as cool as water.

A little further away, the sky was already a little fish maw white.

The little servant who was guarding the door was suddenly awakened, and he quickly stood up and lowered his head: "Young Master."

Zong Luo Wen said: "No need to be more polite, where is your master?"

"If you go back to the son, the lord is in the medicine house, and specially instructed the son to wake up and report to him immediately."

While they were talking, a book boy with a lantern passed by around the corner.

The prime minister in azure robes stood tall, followed by a few children with medicine cups in their hands, as well as a masked witch doctor, hurrying in the night.

Seeing Zong Luo get up, Pei Qianxue quickened her pace, "Jin Yu, you're awake."

He carefully looked at the white-robed swordsman's body and confirmed that the latter was fine and could stand on his own, then he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine."

Pei Qianxue knew that it would be useless to talk about the matter of acknowledging relatives. As long as Zongluo appeared in front of Emperor Yuan, everything would be self-defeating.

So he took the risk to report in front of Emperor Yuan. After provoking Emperor Yuan's anger, he drove out of the palace and brought the Imperial Guards directly to the hunting grounds, asking to see the student named Gu Luo by name.

Under the order of the Son of Heaven, who dares not to obey?

The garrison searched the entire hunting ground in a carpet-like manner, and finally found traces of fighting at the cliff pass. Long whips and jade pendants were scattered on the edge of the cliff, which led to the guess that the King of Beining might have accidentally fallen off the cliff together with this student.

To be honest, everyone present was beating drums in their hearts.

The prince is precious, and he is also the referee on the hunting field. How could the same student fall off the cliff?

When Emperor Yuan heard the words, his expression became even worse.

He snorted coldly, "My life is gone, do you still want to face the Holy Spirit?"

After he finished speaking, he directly spurred the horse away.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to stab Pei Qianxue, who was daring and talkative. Said that if the student surnamed Gu did not die, remember to bring him to see him in the next two days, otherwise he would punish Pei Qianxue for deceiving the king, and he would never forgive him lightly.

These are all trivial matters. Pei Qianxue handed off the imperial driver, and his eyes were full of the words of the garrison who had just come to report.

Jin Yu was actually injured? ! Still rolling down the cliff with the King of Beining? !

That's right, the King of Beining has long seen through Jinyu's identity. Now, taking advantage of this mortal enemy's amnesia, naturally taking advantage of your illness to kill you,

Pei Qianxue was so anxious, he said hello to Duan Junhao, and went around to find someone under the cliff. A group of people searched for a long time under the cliff, and finally found it.

The swordsman in white fell beside the cold pond, and it seemed that he had walked for a while after he fell.

Duan Junhao pondered: "Go and look around to see if there is any figure of King Beining."

What was left on the cliff was the jade pendant of the King of Bac Ning.

As we all know, Yu Beizhou returned from a victory not long ago, and at the gate of Dayuan City, under the eyes of Duan Junhao, he presented a jade pendant to this student surnamed Gu.

With just a piece of jade pendant, it is difficult to infer that it was Gu Luo and Yu Beizhou who fell off the cliff. If Gu Luo accidentally chased the prey and fell off on horseback, then there would be a big misunderstanding.

After all... which hundred school students dare to fight with the King of Beining so boldly.

Not to mention Yu Beizhou's ghost valley successor, the identity of swordsmanship is unparalleled, even the rumors on the battlefield are enough to make people dread.

Sure enough, just when they were trying to find Yu Beizhou, a servant suddenly came to the Beining Prince's Mansion, saying that the Beining Prince had wandered around the hunting ground for a while, and was rather bored, so he went home first.

The King of Beining is the referee, but he is very willful and reckless, so he has done nothing less to release pigeons in the middle... In short, no one dares to say something wrong.

As for Pei Qianxue, he directly brought the unconscious Zong Luo back to his house, and then invited the witch doctor from the Dawu Temple next door to take care of him carefully. After a day and a night, Zong Luo slowly woke up.

"Xue has a heart." Zong Luo quickly expressed his gratitude.

"I'm good friends with you, why should I thank you?"

Pei Qianxue smiled: "It's just that Jin Yu didn't get to know her family smoothly, it's really a pity."

Zong Luo didn't expect Pei Qianxue to be so powerful.

The day before Hunting Art, Pei Qianxue blew himself up as a former close friend in front of him. He told Zong Luo about many things in every detail. For example, his old father, and for example, he has no elder brother but has several younger brothers.

If Zong Luo really lost his memory, this is extremely valuable information.

But the problem is that Zongluo didn't have amnesia, so when he said this, he seemed very embarrassed.

However, it was interesting to hear such words in Pei Qianxue's mouth.

Zong Luo wanted to test Pei Qianxue, so he asked the old father a few words bewilderingly.

Pei Qianxue was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Ling Zun...is a very strict father."

Emperor Yuan was indeed a very strict father.

At that time, Zong Luo was sitting opposite Pei Qianxue, his mind wandering.

He almost never saw Emperor Yuan smile.

No matter how many times Zongluo has won, how beautifully he won, how many territories he has opened up for Da Yuan, he has never exchanged his father for a smile or a compliment for his good work.

Zongluo will always remember that the first time he led an army to fight, the enemy generals were insidious and cunning, and often made bad moves. He is inexperienced, and he inevitably retains the thinking of modern people.

Although in the end, he used martial arts recklessly, but he couldn't help but suffer a big loss.

At that time, Emperor Yuan stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back. He didn't say anything after seeing him. He directly picked up Zhan Lu, who was placed on top of Lan Qi, and sent out the cold sword energy in an instant. The tightly wrapped jacket was shredded.

Seeing that his upper body was covered with bandages, and there was faintly seeping blood on it, Emperor Yuan's hand holding the sword was shaking, his face was stained with anger, and his tone was sarcastic.

"Leading troops to fight depends on brains, not brute force. If you are fighting against you today, you will never have a chance to win."

Zong Luo lowered his head and clenched his hands beside him, his face ashamed.

"At your age, I can take my troops to the Xiongnu camp hundreds of miles north without any damage."

Emperor Yuan's talent for leading troops in battle was no less than that of Yu Beizhou, the son of destiny, and he also had the title of the Great Abyss God of War. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to kill a bloody path among the previous princes with a baseless background.

"Those who are kind-hearted and soft-hearted are not generals. I am very disappointed in you."

Emperor Yuan put down his sword and turned his back, not wanting to look at him: "Next time if you come back with an injury, go straight to the Tai Hospital, I don't want to see you."

After that, Zong Luo learned his lesson. When leading the troops in battle, there was almost no serious injury.

Except for one, the injury was so severe that it was life-threatening. He was carried into the Tai Hospital in a coma all the way, and after several days in a coma, he was indeed unable to meet Emperor Yuan again.

However, Pei Qianxue's next sentence made Zong Luo clench his hands.

"But... Ling Zun loves you very much. He loves you very much. He loves you more than any father in the whole world. Maybe it's just because of various reasons or his identity, he can't express it clearly and clearly."

Zong Luo took a lot of restraint to stop laughing on the spot.

In front of his prince, Prime Minister Da Yuan couldn't say anything unpleasant.

In the past life, he might really be touched by Pei Qianxue's words.

But in this life, he definitely won't.

Before Zong Luo Chuanshu, his parents died early. When he was a child, he was fostered with relatives like a football player. Later, when he was older, he went to work and study to support himself and grow up stumbled.

He had never really tasted fatherly love, so he was almost paranoid about kinship, of any kind.

But even if Zong Luo desires again, it is impossible not to know.

Fatherhood may manifest in many ways. But it is absolutely impossible to keep silent, not see the door behind closed doors, and banish the frontier; it is even more impossible to pass an imperial decree and force his son to kill himself under the city gate, making the world ridiculed.

Absolutely, absolutely impossible.

After returning to his senses, Pei Qianxue's voice seemed to be close at hand: "Although I couldn't see it yesterday, it's fine."

"Two days later, I will take Jinyu to recognize each other after the Lari Qingli, okay?"

Zong Luo paused for a moment, then replied with a smile without haze: "Okay."