Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Unexpectedly, Pei Qianxue didn't say anything more after saying this sentence, but instead smiled bitterly: "Forget it, what's the point of saying this."

"I know Jin Yu has difficulties."

He lowered his eyes and stared at the tea leaves floating in the teacup in his hand, with an obvious low tone: "Although I never talk about the serious injury so far, Jin Yu has always been strong. Even if she comes back, she should not be willing to directly restore her identity."

Zong Luo couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Pei Qianxue is indeed his best friend, and I am afraid that his understanding of him is only a head lower than that of Yu Beizhou.

When facing Emperor Yuan's remarks, it was indeed Zong Luo's own thinking, thinking about how he would react if he hadn't been reborn and blinded on the battlefield.

Since he starts from himself, it can reduce a lot of risks of revealing his secrets. For example, Pei Qianxue is sitting here in a serious manner, telling Zong Luo's fabricated mental journey, without any doubts.

"Of course, the less people know about this matter, the better. So Jin Yu doesn't have to apologize to me, I understand."

After Pei Qianxue finished speaking, he didn't give Zong Luo a chance to react, but directly sealed the conclusion.

"In the beginning, there was indeed a day when my memory was not clear, and it slowly recovered after entering the imperial city"

Zong Luo was silent for a long time, and then he said quietly: "This time I followed the Confucian disciples into the imperial city. I just came to see it and left. I didn't expect that my father would find out."

Recalling that Zong Luo was introduced by himself, Pei Qianxue sighed: "Actually, if Jin Yu doesn't want to, she can tell me directly."

Zong Luo shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I didn't expect that the royal father would get angry and even treat my eyes for me."

It was just one death escape. His father's attitude towards him in this life was the same as in his previous life, so bizarre that Zong Luo even wondered if his father was also pierced by a human soul.

That's right, Zong Luo had to admit that even if he was thinking about his past life, the Yuan Emperor in this life was too good for him, to the point of flattering him.

Would such an Emperor Yuan really give up the imperial decree that made him commit suicide under the imperial city in his previous life?

Zong Luo couldn't help thinking in confusion.

Hearing what he said, Pei Qianxue seemed to think of something, and hesitated when he said, "Your Majesty, he"

If it wasn't for that incident, it would have been impossible for him to tell the truth about the third prince's return to Emperor Yuan, who dreamed that Zong Luo used Zhan Lu to kill himself.

"There are some things that I can't tell you right now. If one day Jinyu decides to ask me, I will tell you. But it must wait until that time, when Jinyu has figured it out, and then ask me again."

Whether this matter is big or small, it was Emperor Yuan who personally issued the order to seal it.

However, seeing Jin Yu's misunderstanding going on like this, Pei Qianxue finally moved to resist.

However, now is not the time to say it, and if you say it, you may not believe it.

Zong Luo paused and nodded heavily: "Okay."

After sending Pei Qianxue away, Zong Luo basically squatted in Yuchun Palace for the next two days. The door is not open, and the second door is not stepped. Even the medicine and meals are sent directly into the palace by the servants. Every day, in addition to getting up and practicing swordsmanship and going to the adjacent garden, at other times, he works overtime to carve jade.

Fortunately, this piece of jade was almost carved before his rebirth. It only needs to be polished and polished without much effort.

So with such improvised diligence, Zongluo finally got a complete, carved and polished Shenlong Jade on the day of the New Year's Day.

He carefully asked the servant to bring the brocade box, put the piece of jade in it and put it in his sleeve, thinking about choosing a good opportunity to send it out today.

"His Royal Highness, it's alright."

Because today is the New Year's Day, Zongluo put on a formal black robe.

The crown prince's uniform, which was not his birthday, was neatly dressed.

Black is a color that only the Dayuan royal family can wear. The prince just can't embroider the dragon pattern, and there are not too many taboos in the color.

When he usually wears white, Zong Luo's temperament is more noble and noble, with a bright and upright posture, like the full moon in autumn frost.

After changing into black, his steadiness became more concave, and he became restrained, even giving people a little more arrogance that was hard to see before.

After all, people rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold clothes. Sometimes what you wear can tell your personality.

Like Yu Beizhou, a set of red clothes is like being welded to the body and never changing its color. I am indeed as arrogant and arrogant as Dahong.

After changing his clothes, Zong Luo walked towards the Lanting Water Pavilion under the guidance of the servant.

There was a medical sage to help cover, and his eyes have gradually 'started to recover' in the past few days, and he said to the outside that he could see something vaguely, and everything was on the right track.

Zong Luo pondered that since Emperor Yuan had given him the elixir, now he was afraid that he would not be allowed to eat it because of excessive supplementation, so he only said that he would use it for ten days and a half months.

At that time, if there is any emergency, you can use the elixir as an excuse, or even 'return the light overnight'. After all, there is only one elixir, and no one knows how it works, which greatly facilitates fabrication.

"The Third Highness is here—"

Since the accident of Emperor Yuan's birthday, after Zongluo moved into Yuchun Palace, except that he has not officially announced the return of the third prince, almost everyone does not shy away from calling him the third highness.

When I came to Lanting Waterside Pavilion, the atmosphere was obviously two points warmer than when the banquet was held.

Today is not only a joyous New Year's Day, but the hundreds of family banquets that lasted for several months finally ended today.

Some students of a hundred schools of thought are happy and some are sad. Some people won the leader, they were proud of the spring breeze, and their faces were red; some people, although they didn't have the leader, won a good ranking and got an olive branch thrown by the dignitaries.

On this day of great joy, these emotions are even more prominent. A proud person drinks like a wedding wine, and a frustrated person pours bitter wine one cup after another.

The leader of calligraphy, who was being surrounded by the crowd, heard the announcement and turned around in surprise.

Just as Gu Ziyuan was about to push through the crowd to find Zong Luo, a notification came from a distance.

"Your Majesty is here—"

This time, everyone didn't care about moving, and they all stopped and stood in place, bowing their hands: "The grass people see your majesty."

The mighty Luan came from the palace.

Emperor Yuan walked in the forefront, still walking with his hands behind his back, his expression dignified and indifferent, and the appearance of the coercion around him.

"In the future, all the ministers are those who will serve me in the great Yuan, so there is no need to be too polite."

Since the time of the late emperor, Da Yuan has shown his ambition to rule the world, and he has been particularly good in the welfare and preferential treatment of foreign talents. Unlike the monarchs of other countries, all of them look at people with their noses and don't speak, and their words still look like they can't come to love.

Seeing Emperor Yuan coming, the other princes also stood up.

What followed was a long social speech.

According to the rules, only the chiefs of the six arts have the honor of being personally appointed by Emperor Yuan, and the top three of each arts have already been assigned official positions of different grades, and they can show up.

When it was Gu Ziyuan's turn, facing the aura of the emperor, he stammered and was almost speechless. Still, the secretary on the side couldn't stand it any longer, so he repeated the question in a low voice, and he finally regained his senses.

"Young Master Gu, is your Majesty asking you where you want to go?"

Gu Ziyuan immediately said: "Yes, Your Majesty! I-I want to go to Yuchun Palace!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole place was silent.

Gu Ziyuan, who had reacted, could not wait to slap himself.

He clearly wanted to talk about another, an official position that he spent several days to find out that could be closer to Brother Luo. But because he was too nervous, as soon as the words came out, he became Yuchun Palace.

Gu Ziyuan was just embarrassed that he said the wrong thing, and the other princes didn't know what to say.

Since Yuchun Palace is the palace of the princes of Dayuan in all dynasties, when it is used as a place to go, it naturally refers to the meaning of "Prince Dayuan and the power of the prince's cabinet".

As we all know, although the third prince lives in Yuchun Palace, Yuchun Palace is still an ownerless palace. This calligraphy leader said this because he aimed at the future prince. The prince is destined to ascend the throne in the future, which is equivalent to reserving a position in the old team of the next emperor, which is simply opportunistic.

Now the prince has not come to a conclusion yet!

Who doesn't know that His Majesty hates this kind of people who steal and play tricks the most.

The waiters in the field were also trembling, for fear that Emperor Yuan would be angry at the words of this calligraphy leader.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuan didn't say anything, but turned to his side instead.

Yuan Jia immediately understood, shook his hands into a fist and put it on his lips, and coughed lightly: "Three Highness"

Hearing the voice, Zong Luo reacted and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the royal father, this is a good friend that Erchen made in the Confucian school. I may be a little nervous today, and I hope the royal father will forgive me."

Earlier I heard that the third prince, after the battle of Hangu Pass, was exiled in the country and was rescued by the Confucianists, and later he joined the Confucian team to enter the imperial city. Now, no matter whether the memory is restored or not, it is normal to say a few good words for the old friend.

The other hundred school students were very envious, they only hated that they didn't know Taishan because they didn't come forward to talk and fawn. Well now, the other party has regained the identity of the prince, that is, there is a cloud and mud difference with them, and it is difficult to get close.

After hearing this, Emperor Yuan nodded indifferently: "Since he is your friend, then you can arrange it."

Immediately afterwards, he did not give anyone a chance to react, and directly announced the next leader. Leave the others alone to figure out the meaning of this sentence.

As we all know, princes are not allowed to intervene in the affairs of the court, and once they are found out, it is a capital offense.

But the meaning of this sentence from the sage just now is to let the third prince arrange a suitable official position for Gu Ziyuan himself!

With a single word, the power attached to it is great.

Coupled with the opening of Yuchun Palace, it is really hard not to think about it.

Zong Yongliu clenched his fists tightly, and his heart was cold.

So the next process was slowly passed while Gu Ziyuan was dizzy, and the other princes were all pregnant.

After all the awards were over, Emperor Yuan drove away.

Before leaving, Yuan Jia specially reminded Zongluo that although today is the New Year's Day, the access control time in the palace will not be delayed. When the third highness leaves the palace, don't forget the time of coming back, otherwise His Majesty will be angry again.

"Any time later, it will be the end of the year. In the past, Your Majesty lived alone. If you have time this year, Your Majesty can accompany His Majesty more."

Across the clothes, Zong Luo weighed the heavy dragon jade on his body, nodded and said yes.