Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Perhaps it was the reason for the heavy rain. Two days later, the weather was fine, and the sun was rising for thousands of miles.

The east was just dimly lit, when the resident began to make trouble.

When Zong Luo got up, changed his clothes, and bundled his hair, he looked out the window, just to see the little servant outside holding the horse to watch over it, feeding the horse grass boringly, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

Before Gu Ziyuan came, Zong Luo simply put down the window buckle, removed the ancient jade with black Kui pattern on the Qixing Longyuan, and tied it to his waist.

Today is the opening banquet of the Baijia Banquet. Last night, an imperial decree came from the palace, and the venue of the banquet was specially changed to the palace. Since you want to enter the palace, naturally you can't carry weapons and swords.

The Baijia Banquet is held every three years, and every time the banquet is held, it will attract the attention of the whole world. If he can win the top spot in the six arts competition, it will be no less than ten years of cold window no one asked, and he will become famous all over the world. In the future, no matter which country you go to, you can enjoy extremely high treatment.

As a big country, Dayuan is thirsty for talents, and treats talents who come to Dayuan from other countries with courtesy and respect. Attaching great importance to this Baijia Banquet, it is understandable to deliberately change the venue.

"Brother Luo! Did you change your medicine today?"

Just as Zong Luo wrapped Bai Ling, Gu Ziyuan knocked on the door.

The white silk that he wrapped around today was dipped in the shadowless water, and he could see some outlines outside.

"Of course." Zongluo replied casually: "How dare I forget the important event entrusted by the senior medical sage?"

The two walked to the entrance of the courtyard, and the carriages lined up outside the station one after another, and the noisy sounds piled up together, making it very lively.

"Brother Luo didn't go out yesterday, I'm afraid I don't know. The students from the hundred schools who attended the Baijia Banquet this year can be described as hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Yesterday, Gu Ziyuan, who had been inquiring about the news for a day, said: "The Prime Minister of the Great Yuan is a master apprentice of the legal school, and now his apprentice has also come to mix. A direct disciple. Many gambling houses have opened their bets, and the number of popular candidates for the top six arts has not yet been determined. Such a grand event has not been seen in decades."

Hearing Pei Qianxue's name, Zong Luo was silent for a long time, "The unicorn also needs to choose the master. Da Yuan is now too sharp, and naturally talented."

Seeing his calmness, Gu Ziyuan couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Luo is not impatient? Taoist Wuwei swordsmanship, Yin-yang family puppet art, Mo family non-attack swordsmanship... But they are all famous and powerful, and who is the leader of martial arts? , even teahouse storytellers can't tell why."

Zong Luo smiled slightly, lifted the curtain and boarded the carriage: "What's the hurry, martial arts is the content of the last day. It's Ziyuan, since you want to participate in calligraphy, you should be more worried."

Gu Ziyuan immediately stopped talking, his face was inevitably stained with tension, and the hand holding the reins was a little absent-minded, practicing calligraphy and painting in his mind.

After a while, the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and then the students walked instead.

The imperial guards in front of the palace checked one by one, and only after confirming that they were not carrying weapons did they allow them to pass.

Zong Luo didn't want to attract the attention of unrelated people, so he specially changed into an ordinary white coat. Although it wasn't very useful, along the way, because of the white ling on her face, she gained the attention of many students.

After the interrogation was over, the guard looked at his back and whispered in a low voice.

"The young master just now seems a little familiar..."

"That blind man with a white scorpion? It's really familiar. How can a gentle and elegant son be so ill."

"I know why it's familiar."

One of the guards hesitated and said, "Do you remember the day when Lord Taiwu foresaw the nine-star series last year? That white-clothed son was clearly carved out of the same mold as the third prince..."

As soon as these words came out, they thought of that dream in unison.

The chief guard turned pale in shock: "To talk about the royal family is a crime of beheading, and since His Highness is in the name of the country, how can you arrange it at will, speak carefully!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone shut up and dared not say more.

The third prince leads troops outside all year round, and most of the guards in the palace have never seen the deity, and only got a glimpse of the charm in last year's One Under Heaven Dream.

Only the people living in Dayuan dreamed of the third prince committing suicide, and most of the students from other countries only heard about it, and even if they noticed it, they did not know the real reason why these guards were silent.

As for the other students, they were even more indifferent, and few even came up to greet them.

Confucianism and Mohism are both known as the two major schools of thought in the world, and they are incompatible with each other.

The relationship between Legalism and Confucianism is also extremely poor. Confucianism has never been able to enter Dayuan, because today’s Prime Minister of Dayuan is a legalist disciple. In the early years before he was an official prime minister, he wrote a eloquent essay about the Confucian mainstream thought is worthless.

Of course, it is not only Confucianism, but also the relationships of other schools of thought. Along the way, only Taoist students have big hearts and say hello everywhere. Although the relationship between Confucianism and Taoism is the same, most people who don’t reach out and slap smiley faces will also sell face.

Walking to the Zhanggong open-air plaza, the waiter who led the way stopped and stood respectfully to the side.

After a long time, the voice of "The Holy One is coming" came from the high hall.

I saw Emperor Yuan dressed in a black dragon robe, pacing from the hall, Mian Hao hung down, his face was cold and hard, and he was not angry and arrogant, and the students who were staring straight at the deep black eyes behind the pair of Mian Hao couldn't help but tremble in their legs.

"See Your Majesty."

All the students clasped their fists and saluted.

They were all seeing this tyrant who was well-known among the nations for the first time.

Among these people, Zongluo was the only one standing behind him, his head lowered, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

In his last life, he was sent to the frontier without saying a word for two years, and then died of an imperial decree ordering suicide.

Zong Luo thought that even if he saw his father again after a year, he should have hatred in his heart.

But when he actually stood here, he was shocked to realize that his mood was so calm at the moment.

Perhaps he finally understood that he was never the one who was not paid attention to.

The third prince was sent to Weiguo as a hostage when he was less than one year old. At the age of seventeen, he returned to Dayuan. In the middle, he has been vacant with blood relatives for more than ten years. The other princes have never seen him, the longest in name. His elder brother, who is usually polite, looks like a stranger, let alone Emperor Yuan.

Afterwards, he traveled abroad all year round, spending less time together, and did not return to the palace for several years of Chinese New Year.

Emperor Yuan seemed to be entrusted with a heavy responsibility, but no matter how beautiful Zongluo won the battle and how perfect he was, he never heard any praise from him.

He did his best to do his best, he admired his father, and loved his younger brother, but he couldn't compare to the youngest prince, Emperor Cheng Huanyuan, who fluttered and acted like a spoiled child.

It is a well-known fact that Emperor Yuan loves the youngest ninth prince, and he simply wants the stars and the moon to be plucked off for him. The other princes also took advantage of the shade more or less when they were growing up. Only Zong Luo, standing in a huge palace, no matter how much he tried to blend in, he always seemed like an unrelated person who stayed out of the way.

Fortunately, Zong Luo taught and educated people before he passed the book, but he fell into it and lived two lives in vain.

He thought to himself mockingly, but there was no need to duck his head to hide.

If he can see him like this, Emperor Yuan should be relieved.

As we all know, those who are sick cannot inherit the great lineage.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of driving came from a distance, and Zong Luo was relieved.

Although Emperor Yuan had the reputation of a tyrant, he was unequivocal in his handling of government affairs. At the age of fifty, he was still able to review hundreds of catties of wooden memorials every day. It is already a great gift to be able to find time to meet with students. As for the next meeting with the Holy Spirit... it should wait until the closing banquet next year to award the document to the leader of the Six Arts.

The eunuch saluted everyone: "Please come with me, the discussion will be held at Lanting Waterside in the next few days."

According to the rules, five days before the banquet is free for each family to discuss Taoism.

No invitations are required after the banquet. From the generals of noble families to the common people, as long as they can pass the question and answer, they can participate in the banquet, which is usually the busiest few days.

Zong Luo followed Gu Ziyuan, and in order to take care of him, all Confucian students consciously came to the end. As soon as I walked into the Jiangting Waterside Pavilion not far from the palace, I heard the call of the servant in front.

"Quickly let go, don't collide with the noble!"

Gu Ziyuan was about to pull Zong Luo back when he saw that the latter had moved away from the road where the car was passing, and then lowered his hand and said in surprise, "It turned out to be the car of the Da Yuan princes."

Zongluo said nothing.

Since the aristocrats of the aristocratic families can come, the relatives of the royal family will not miss it.

What's more... Except for Gu Ziyuan, who has no such sense of smell, everyone knows that Prince Dayuan's seizure of the reserves has reached a white-hot stage.

For many years, Emperor Yuan has not established a reserve.

The most favored ninth prince on the surface, his age is still far from the weak crown, his biological mother died early, and he has no foundation in the court. Unless Emperor Yuan is determined to abolish the elders and establish the young, it is impossible for him to be established as the heir. big. The Eighth Prince is a little stupid and doesn't take into account.

After all, only the fourth prince, the fifth prince and the sixth prince were staring at the crown prince.

Here, the fifth prince is an embroidered pillow practicing martial arts. He is all supported by the heroes of his mother's family. He has been on the battlefield a few times and has more than failed. Although he has the military power of the Dingbei Army, it is not enough to be afraid of.

The sixth prince is also a dignitary, a powerful family, rooted like an old tree, and the support rate of the court and the middle is high, and the strength is deep.

Although the fourth prince's biological mother was from a humble background, his strength seemed to be less than five or six, and he was a low-key person. But in reality, he keeps a low profile and has a deep mind. On the surface, he looks like a playboy who only loves beauties. In reality, he goes to the back of the two to build up his strength.

If the protagonist Yu Beizhou hadn't stepped in, I'm afraid the fourth prince would have to be crowned in the end. I am afraid that the Fourth Prince did not expect that this move would be tantamount to raising a tiger and causing endless troubles.

But maybe the fourth prince doesn't care, he doesn't love the country and the beauty.

Zongluo remembered that the voice of the fourth prince was also very high at the beginning. Many readers in the comment area lined up with him and Yu Beizhou's CP. There were also comments that after Yu Beizhou ascended the throne, the fourth prince would be named the emperor's husband.

Although Zong Luo didn't live to that time in his last life, he also knew from the copywriting that he could drink a cup of nothing that Yu Beizhou finally succeeded in stealing the Great Yuan Jiangshan and the Millennium Foundation, which is really ironic.

Sure enough, after leading the Confucian disciples to Pingjihao futon, the students from various schools stood up and saluted. Looking at this battle, three princes who are interested in the position of the prince have all come.

The sixth prince, Zong Yongliu, was the first to pace in and laughed loudly: "It is a great blessing for all the talented people to come to my Dayuan. In the past few days, everyone must speak freely. At this time, as long as there are talented people, they will not refuse to come, and I hope you all don’t be cautious.”

Zong Luo pondered for a moment, and whispered to Gu Ziyuan, and asked the book boy and the servant to deliver a message, excused himself from the back by tidying up his clothes.

At this time in the previous life, Zong Luo was already on his way to the frontier, and most of the news in the capital was learned through secret letters. According to the time, the queen mother who has been worshipping witches for many years should also return to the court during the Baijia Banquet.

"Sir, the side hall is in front of you. You can choose any one to go in. The clean clothes and things you need are on the table, you can pick them up yourself."

Zong Luo thanked in a low voice, and put a bunch of money into the servant's hand: "Thank you, I don't want to be disturbed when I change clothes."

The little servant nodded and bowed quickly: "Understood, I understand. If someone comes later, I will take them to other empty side halls, and no one will disturb the young master."

After closing the door, Zong Luo determined from the crack of the door that the servant had turned around and left, and then he went to the rear of the hall, pushed open the back door, and deliberately left a half-covered trace.

The Lanting Waterside Pavilion is close to the palace gate and is the place where the royal family usually holds summer banquets. The interior is contrary to the solemnity of the Dayuan Palace, but pavilions and pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, and an eighteen-bend canal was specially dug for wine and poetry, and it is extremely elegant.

This is also a royal residence. It is close to the palace. It is guarded by the palace guards on weekdays, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

Zong Luo grabbed a stone, aimed at the sparrow on the branch, and tried a little harder.

When the guard heard the movement and went up to check the sparrow's injury, he stood up abruptly, tapped his toes, lifted his breath, and flew off the ground like a thunderbolt, flying into the brick red palace wall.

The palace was deserted.

Few people know that there is a gate in the back garden of the waterside pavilion.

This place has not been repaired for many years. The logs and beams are covered with thick spider webs. The walls have fallen off and discolored. When you look around, you can see that there is no one walking servant. There are quite a few fat mice.

Zongluo walked in this quiet hall, turned left and right skillfully, reached a slightly dilapidated courtyard, and knocked on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

For a long time, he did not hear any movement inside the door.

Just when Zongluo wondered if he had escaped for a year and had already moved out of the cold palace, the door suddenly opened with a creak.

The thin young man stood behind the door, with his black eyes open, he didn't speak, he just looked over timidly.

Across Bai Ling, Zong Luo showed a reassuring smile: "Xiao Ba, it's me, your third brother is back."

After looking at him again and again, after seeing the ancient jade with Kui pattern on his waist, the young man was startled like a rabbit, and suddenly burst into tears, ran over to hug him, and snorted: "Third brother... ...is it really you? Everyone in the palace said you died on the battlefield..."

"It's okay, it's okay, why did your third brother die? Look, isn't it okay for me?"

Zongluo patted him on the shoulder: "Don't stand at the door, go ahead and talk."

"it is good!"

The young man hurriedly closed the door again, but he didn't look a little stupid.

If Zong Luo is an outsider in this palace, then the eighth prince Zong Ruichen is a transparent person in the palace.

The Rong family of Zong Ruichen's mother and concubine participated in the rebellion in the early years, which was also related to the Queen Mother.

Although in the end, Emperor Yuan did not hold the Queen Mother to account for the mother and son's love, and only ordered to send the Queen Mother to the outskirts of the witch temple for cleaning. But when dealing with the Rong family, Emperor Yuan was not soft-hearted.

The mastermind was even punished with a car split, and the smell of blood failed to dissipate at Meridian Gate for three days and three nights. Even Zong Ruichen's mother-in-law was sent to the cold palace and given poisonous wine.

At that time, Zong Ruichen's mother-in-law had a big belly. When she heard that her mother's family failed to rebel, her eyes turned black and she gave birth unexpectedly. When she was dying, she had to entrust the born child to her long-term companion in the palace.

With the blood of a sinner on his body, although he was saved from death as the emperor's heir, Zong Ruichen had naturally had a bad life in the palace these years. In addition, his mother taught him not to cause trouble since he was a child, so he has always been extraordinarily cautious in front of outsiders. After a long time, he has been called a fool.

Fortunately, Emperor Yuan didn't pay attention to him either, just treated him as a transparent person. The servants in the palace are used to meeting the wind and the rudder. Over time, this huge cold palace has no one to serve personally. At most, they come over occasionally to send something, and it is not even comparable to the Proton House next door, which is under house arrest next to the palace. It's really embarrassing.

There are so many people in the royal family of Dayuan, only Zong Ruichen, Zong Luo is the most worried.

A few others may be fake. But he really regarded Zong Ruichen as his own younger brother, and Zong Ruichen also sincerely admired this brother.

When he returned to the palace from Weiguo, Zongluo not only had no foundation but also had no crown, but he spent a period of time with Zong Ruichen.

In his last life, he was assigned to the frontier, and he could not protect himself. Later, I heard that Zong Ruichen was involved in the three princes' seizure of the reserve in order to protect him.

At that time, Zong Luo, who was far away in the frontier, received the secret letter and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

Zong Ruichen is not stupid as outsiders say, on the contrary, he is not only talented and intelligent, but also has a very good foundation. Zongluo still remembered that he had promised that after Zong Ruichen was weak, he would take him to the battlefield to expand his territory, teach him martial arts, and be a famous man.

But in the blink of an eye, things were right and wrong, and I couldn't even see the last face. The corpse was collected by Zong Luo's old department in Beijing.

In this life, Zong Luo had to find a way to take Zong Ruichen out of the palace.

"That's probably what happened." He briefly explained his own affairs, concealing his purpose, only saying that he was rescued by Confucianism after being seriously injured, and now his eyes have not healed, but with the help of a medical sage, he wanted to come and heal him. Hopeful.

Zong Luo easily pinned the black cauldron of his serious wounds on the other three princes, and found a perfect excuse for why he had to go to great lengths to disguise amnesia now.

It's not that he doesn't want to tell the truth, but that he has a lot of plans. If he is not fully prepared, Zongluo is not ready to disclose it to anyone until he has accumulated enough strength.

Zong Ruichen nodded quickly, and really believed Zong Luo's plan of "camouflaging amnesia to catch big fish", his face as thin as a slap was still full of tears: "Third brother is fine!"

In Zong Ruichen's heart, Emperor Yuan was no different from cold-blooded Shura.

Now that he heard that the third brother had concealed the cruel father and emperor, the worship and admiration in Zong Ruichen's heart once again broke through the sky.

Zong Luo rubbed his head: "All in all, I still need Ruichen to help me keep this matter a secret, and maybe I have to cover it up when necessary."

"Do not worry."

Zong Ruichen patted his chest and assured: "Third brother, don't worry, I can definitely handle this trivial matter."

"That......"

Zong Luo was in the middle of speaking, but unexpectedly, there was a violent kick at the door outside the hall at this moment.