Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The Qing ritual was about to begin, and Emperor Yuan was so angry that he vomited blood, and then he became angry again despite the imperial doctor's obstruction. At this moment, it was the time when acupuncture was needed to recuperate, and it was not appropriate to do more activities.

Several imperial doctors persuaded and persuaded, but Emperor Yuan turned a deaf ear, as if he wanted Yuan Jia to bring the imperial decree and post it immediately, and vigorously offered a reward to the world's famous doctors.

The prince in white listened quietly, clenching his fingers under the long sleeves, his fingertips turned white, and the nameless fire burning in his heart became more and more intense.

This is completely different from what Zongluo had envisaged earlier.

He never thought that after he "resurrected from the dead", Emperor Yuan would pay so much attention to him because of his blindness.

In every plan envisioned by Zongluo, Emperor Yuan should not behave like this. At most, it is a symbolic concern for a sentence or two, and then let the imperial doctor show him, and reward him with something on the surface.

Just like...every time in the past.

Zong Luo used to be a hostage in Wei State and suffered from scorn; in Guigu, there was not a single piece of skin on his body intact.

He once led an army to fight, and the enemy's long swords and halberds went straight through his arms, almost killing him. If it wasn't for the genius doctor, he would have been disabled for life.

He had been seriously injured and was on the verge of death. He was put on a stretcher by his fellow Xuanqi brothers and brought back to the imperial city abruptly. The imperial doctor looked at it and shook his head, almost didn't say that he could prepare for the funeral. Even so, he never saw Emperor Yuan look at him.

Zong Luo admitted that just now Emperor Yuan put his hand on his head and said that, if he still insisted that he was not touched at all, it would be too ugly.

It's just that after being touched, and thinking about it for a while, I find it ironic and funny again.

So many times before, not once was unexpected. Now, just because he did not gain the high prestige in his previous life in the battle of Hangu Pass, and because he was blind, he could no longer inherit the great lineage, so there are more things that he could not ask for in his previous life, and the condescending concern of the superior .

Isn't this funny?

Keeping pets, after so many years, should also raise some feelings.

But even if you have pets, you will not suddenly open the door one day and let the pets get out of the house. It will not wait for the pet to endure the wind and rain, and when the pet runs back, it will kill the pet.

He didn't even need this kind of sloppy concern.

Zongluo didn't know where the courage came from, and refuted it stubbornly.

"The royal father should also listen to the words of the imperial doctor, and take the dragon's body as the most important thing."

After speaking, Zong Luo reacted and felt annoyed.

He had accumulated two lifetimes of anger in his heart, so many resentments against Emperor Yuan's indifference and coldness. When he said it, he still seemed to take the initiative to care about his father's body, which was ridiculous.

Talking like this will definitely be a crime of contradicting.

Zong Luo stood up straight, the blood that had fallen from his forehead was still sticky on his face.

Emperor Yuan didn't like others to care about his body the most.

So many emperors in history have eaten poisonous medicinal pills, suffered from chronic erysipelas, and finally died suddenly because of Xunxian and asked, and many of them were Mingjun who made great achievements and created a prosperous age.

Even the real Dragon Emperor cannot escape the fear of death when he is old.

When Zong Luo ventured to persuade Emperor Yuan not to take the elixir that Zong Chengsi presented on his birthday, he was coldly received in court, not to mention now.

A tyrant would not be a tyrant if he listened to the opinions of others.

Just when Zong Luo was thinking about it, Emperor Yuan finally spoke.

The monarch's voice was still calm and cold, without any movement: "Yuan Jia."

Yuan Jia responded quickly, "The servant is here."

"Let Wu He push the Qing sacrificial ceremony to the afternoon and ask Pei Qianxue to come over."

"The original plan was postponed, and it was said that I received a front-line battle report and there was an urgent matter to be dealt with. I just spoke well about this matter, and no one is allowed to disclose it. Those who violate the order will die."

"Yes."

Yuan Jia has followed Emperor Yuan for many years, and he has already understood it in his mind, and all the irrelevant people who saw the scene of Emperor Yuan vomiting blood have been properly dealt with. Except for the imperial doctor and confidant, no more people will know about it.

Emperor Yuan called the imperial doctor and the witch doctor all over, and asked Wu He to inform the courtiers to postpone the time for the Qing worship.

Immediately after that, one by one, orderly and orderly went on.

Finally, Yuan Di paused.

He took the handkerchief on the side of the waiter's plate, and with a cold face, he clumsily wiped the blood on the face of the prince in white, and reluctantly said: "... Chuan the imperial doctor, continue to give me acupuncture. ."

......

"Your Highness, please follow the servants to this side."

In front of him, the elderly old servant carrying a swaying lantern walked along the winding corridors of the Wu Temple, turning left and right, pointing out the way all the way, and finally brought the prince in white to a wing.

When Zongluo was talking to Emperor Yuan, Yuan Jia was guarding outside, and he naturally listened to the whole process.

It's treatment again, and it's time to move back to the Third Prince's Mansion. After today, even if Emperor Yuan promised him not to officially restore his status as a prince in the court, the whole world should have guessed that the third prince of Dayuan did not die, but became a crippled man with amnesia and blindness.

This is exactly what Zong Luo wanted.

"Eunuch Yuan, please don't call me that."

Zong Luo said with a wry smile: "I am really ashamed of what I look like now."

"Your Majesty has said everything, no matter what, you will always be the third prince of Dayuan."

Yuan Jia said in a low voice, "Your Highness, don't hurt yourself. If it weren't for you... I'm afraid the imperial city would have already fallen and the people would have been displaced. You are a hero of the Great Yuan, and you are definitely not a waste."

yes.

Zong Luo thought to himself mockingly.

He was the hero of Da Yuan in his previous life. When I came back from the battle of Hangu Pass, I was proud of horseshoes, ten miles of orchids were sent to each other, literati and writers wrote poems and poems, and the warriors applauded. Even a three-year-old boy said he wanted to be a general like him when he was practicing martial arts.

But what about a hero? It's not that if you hate it, you will be rejected, and if you let yourself kill yourself, you will kill yourself.

The elderly servant took him to the depths of the Great Witch Temple.

The wing room in the depths of the Wu Temple is graceful and luxurious, with an indescribable tranquility. On weekdays, only the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty were qualified to change clothes during the Qing Dynasty, and even Zongluo in his previous life had never been there.

Yuan Jia stopped at the door, put away the lantern, and pushed open the door for him: "Your Excellency Tai Wu is on his way from the Star Observatory, you must cooperate with the treatment and everything will be fine."

Zong Luo forced a smile, and suddenly said: "...I can do it myself, I don't need a servant."

Yuan Jia opened his mouth.

He remembered the conversation between His Royal Highness and His Majesty just now, and he would rather not restore his identity but maintain his final dignity and pride, and the words of exhortation suddenly stopped on his lips. At the end, it turned into a sigh.

"His Royal Highness, the hot water for the medicinal bath has been placed inside, and the old slave is guarding outside. If you have anything, just give it a light call."

"Okay, trouble father-in-law."

With the sound of the door closing behind him, Zong Luo slowly took off his shoes and socks, stepped barefoot on the creaking dark wood floor, and walked into the wing.

The air was filled with a fresh and strange smell of witch medicine, and along with the steaming mist, it condensed into rolling water droplets on the clothes.

A huge circular pool hole is dug in the center of the wing, and the bottom is connected to geothermal heat, which guides water in the eye of the naturally formed hot spring. The side of the spring is full of medicinal residues, which were prepared by the witches seventy-seven to forty-nine days ago, and they were refined in the medicine furnace, and finally concentrated into medicinal liquid, which was condensed after pouring in barrels. Essence.

This pool of witch medicine is hard to find, and it is necessary to find four seasons of medicinal materials, which can only be prepared once a year.

Zong Luo followed the sound of the water and slowly approached the edge of the pool, raised his hand and undid the clothes on his chest.

After a game, his palms and backs were all sweaty, and they hung wetly on his body. He was blown by the cold wind and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Well, it's still a bet.

If he dared to contradict Emperor Yuan like this in his previous life, it is estimated that the imperial decree would have come earlier.

However, now not only has he been rewarded, but his identity has been restored. After the end of the Qing Dynasty and returning to the Prince's Mansion, he can logically pick up Xiaoba.

Compared with the previous life, this life is completely different.

Taking retreat as advance, taking the lead in showing weakness, and expressing one's own attitude, instead got such a result.

Zong Luo really didn't know, but he just escaped once and pretended to be blind once, but he could still bring him so many surprises.

Should it be said that he was blind in his last life, or that this life is too absurd. It made his death in his last life look like a joke.

"Swish..."

The spotless clothes fell to the ground, revealing a long pale calf.

Zong Luo picked up the underwear hanging on the side screen and put it on, and walked into the medicine pool step by step, letting the light green hot water cover his ankles, calves, thighs, and lower abdomen, and finally stopped at his chest.

He sat quietly in the medicine pool, feeling the breath of the witch medicine.

Changes in plans have also led to unexpected results.

For example, Emperor Yuan did not ask the imperial doctor to diagnose him, but instead invited Tai Wu.

Zong Luo was a little nervous.

This acupuncture technique was created by his master, Guiguzi, and was specially used for his apprentices to practice listening to sound and identifying positions. Therefore, it cannot be solved by ordinary acupoint-resolving methods, and can only be solved by the method of Guigu, which is an unfamiliar technique.

Taiwu is different from the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor uses medical skills. Even if he uses acupuncture to diagnose, he can only diagnose that there is blood congestion around the acupoints of his eyes, which in turn leads to blindness.

But Tai Wu, he took the path of ghosts and ghosts.

In the previous dynasty, there were Taishi, who was in charge of observing the astrological phenomena, and Taibao, who performed divination according to the edict. The Taiwu of Dayuan is a combination of these two, and he is responsible for divination of weather forecasting and state affairs.

Zongluo was originally a staunch materialist, but he became less steadfast after reading books. What's more, he has witnessed Taiwu's divination to calculate the nine-star series, and he has also predicted natural disasters in the north, blizzards in the western regions, and even predicted earthquakes.

...... This is a technique that was not available before wearing a book!

not to mention. It was after the ceremony of the witch sacrifice in the last life that Emperor Yuan suddenly disliked him.

Zongluo thought, even if it wasn't Yu Beizhou's troubles, it was necessary to see Taiwu.

"crunch-"

Just as he was thinking, the door creaked open.

Zong Luo retracted his thoughts and put his hand on the edge of the pool.

In the next second, he instinctively felt that something was wrong, and he was about to turn his head, but he felt that his wet long hair was being pulled up, intimately entangled between his five fingers, and he couldn't put it down.

A familiar and sweet voice sounded behind his ears.

"I really haven't seen you in a day, like every three autumns, does my brother miss me?"