Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The heavy mountain of Emperor Yuan finally moved away from everyone, and the atmosphere that was so serious that he didn't dare to let it out suddenly loosened, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was forgiven by the saint, Gu Ziyuan was still annoyed that he was too nervous and said the wrong thing.

As soon as Emperor Yuan left, he hurriedly went to Zongluo's side in embarrassment.

Wearing a moon-white robe and holding a symbol of the leader Hanmei, Gu Ziyuan slumped his head, quite a bit guilty: "Brother Luo, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again."

It's not that Gu Ziyuan was not aware of Emperor Yuan's usual tyrant behavior, but it was because he was clear that he became more and more alarmed. It's hard to imagine if Emperor Yuan would be angry if Zong Luo didn't speak for him today.

It is not that there have been cases where the emperor was displeased at the banquet of the Baijia Banquet, and he was directly expelled from the country.

Zong Luo reassured: "It's okay, although the father emperor has the name of a tyrant, he is definitely not that kind of careless and unreasonable monarch."

If it is really that kind of monarch, it can usually be called the monarch of the subjugated country.

After Emperor Yuan took the throne, Dayuan became better and more prosperous day by day. Whether it was to rectify the dynasty internally or to expand its military abroad, it all brought forth new ideas and reached the peak in the history of Dayuan.

As for the tyrant, the tyrant is opposed to the benevolent ruler, and the dim ruler is opposed to the wise ruler.

Emperor Yuan was a tyrant, but also a wise ruler. He's not kind, but he's not stupid.

Gu Ziyuan nodded scribbly, a little uneasy.

But he never remembered. When the officials came forward, took them to the Lushui River, and distributed painting boats one by one, Gu Ziyuan gathered up his courage and regained his excitement.

In any case, the sage actually asked Brother Luo to help him distribute it!

This is a great thing!

Gu Ziyuan stood on the painting boat and made up his mind to go to Brother Luo when he got off the boat, he just wanted to do things with Brother Luo, and he didn't want to go anywhere else, and he didn't have any big ambitions.

He even thought that if he hadn't met Brother Luo, I'm afraid he would really go to Zhaowen Hall to study history, as he had dreamed in his dreams, without hearing anything outside the window.

"Come on, let's all let go, let's all let go. The newly promoted leaders of the Hundred Family Banquets are on a cruise!!!"

Just when Gu Ziyuan was overjoyed, the boatmen shouted and pushed the vermilion big boat into the water.

There are three categories in the painting boat, the first one is only qualified for the leaders. The second one is exclusive to the top three, and the last one is a cruise shared by all the students who participated in the Baijia Banquet, but unfortunately did not get the ranking.

Today is the Chinese New Year, and the entire imperial city is lit up with lanterns and lanterns tied with red ropes everywhere.

In the early days, countless people stood by the Lushui River and looked forward to it, and there were also some scholars from Shushu or Wuguan who waited by with their students, hoping to feel some joy.

As it should be, the most eye-catching is the seven hundred school students who are on the painting boat headed with a cold plum branch in their hands.

Among them are not only Gu Ziyuan, but also Gongsun You, who won the leader of debate art.

It's just that now Gongsun You is the advisor of the Fourth Prince, and in order to hide from the public, Zongluo didn't communicate with him at all.

The bridal chamber is full of candles, when the title of the golden list is titled. The head of martial arts was in high spirits, and he drew his sword and danced on the deck, which attracted a lot of applause. Not to be outdone, the leader of hunting arts laughed a few times, pushed open a jar of fine wine with empty palms, picked up the edge and poured it into his mouth.

Gu Ziyuan stood in the corner of the deck, and when he looked back, he saw someone holding a lantern in his hand, so he walked over and held a large handful in his arms.

It is also the practice for the leader to light and set lanterns every year when the Baijia Banquet is closed.

After lighting the lanterns, they put the lanterns into the water, and the surging waves will bring the lanterns to the shore. It is said that getting the lanterns is equivalent to having a year of good luck. Looking on both sides, expecting to get the lamp that the leader himself lit.

Gu Ziyuan was busy for a long time, put down a few lamps, and was about to look up to see where Zong Luo was, but found that the shore was full of people, and the tall black figure could not be seen at all.

Unspeakable loss filled his heart, silently put down the most beautiful lantern and put it in his arms

The enthusiasm of the people was too high. From the Lanting Waterside Pavilion to the Lushui River, the short stretch of road was the sign that Zongluo walked out of the Shili Long Street.

As a last resort, Zong Luo could only slow down and follow the flow of people as he looked at the painting boat that had long gone.

In the past, there were many things, but he rarely saw such a lively and noisy scene in the imperial city.

There are small vendors setting up stalls on both sides, some sell goldfish, some sell tofu water, and there are a lot of tea soup, porridge and rice with a few tables and a curtain. In addition, the restaurants and tea houses on both sides are constantly shouting, and you can hear New Year's greetings wherever you go.

Everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles, and the merchants were also happy. There was no need to collect taxes before and after the New Year's Day. They came here early.

Zong Luo looked around with interest. Occasionally, when he saw a novel object or a stall that no one cared about, he would also go up to visit the business.

He shot casually and generously, and he didn't need to look for silver taels when he threw them out. He changed his almost iconic white clothes on weekdays, and wore the same color power fence on his head. Although there are no guards by his side, just by looking at the color of his clothes, he can tell whether he is rich or expensive. Ordinary people can only guess which family's young master and son, and don't think about the famous third prince.

Soon, Zong Luo was holding a lot of messy things in his arms and stopped in front of an old man's sugar painting booth on the corner of the street.

It was now evening, and the setting sun finally appeared, leaving a line of blood in the sky.

Hearing the sound, it seemed that the boat cruise had also ended, and the people began to go retrograde to the Wu Temple to pray. The night market has just begun. The sound of frolic, the sound of children running, and the sound of footsteps.

Gu Ziyuan should come to him soon.

The old man handed over the candy painting in his hand: "Sir, the candy painting is ready."

Zongluo stretched out a hand with great effort and was about to pick it up, but he was snatched away by the other hand.

Yu Beizhou looked at this miniature version of Zong Luo's sugar painting with interest, and when he moved his fingertips, a pile of yellow gold accurately fell into the arms of the old man.

"Bang ga."

His eyes swept across the pile of things in Zong Luo's arms, and he bit Tang Hua's head mercilessly, and the next second he frowned at the sweet taste.

"Senior brother is really interested."

Zong Luo ignored him.

Although Yu Beizhou gave the money, Zongluo put another piece of silver on the booth: "Thank you."

There were many people on the main street, and there were more voices coming and going. Zongluo couldn't have noticed everyone's abnormality. In addition, Yu Beizhou was always elusive, and he grabbed something from the old man, so he was struck by him. i.e. in.

Most importantly, fights are not allowed on the street.

He turned around and left, but couldn't help but someone followed him all the way to harass him.

The general in red clothes and white fur held a string of candy paintings that were completely different from his identity, and followed Zongluo through the market like this.

Perhaps it was the image of Yu Beizhou that was so violent and willful in the past, but now it doesn't seem abrupt.

Everyone knows the characteristics of the King of Beining. Now that he sees him, he avoids him from a distance, causing Zongluo to suffer together.

"Senior brother, today is the New Year's Day. Why are you so indifferent, chatting with junior brother?"

Yu Beizhou had a playful smile on his lips. Although he couldn't help frowning, he seriously ate the little candy man with Zongluo painted on it.

"Let's talk? What can we talk about?" Zongluo asked back.

"Well, for example, when will Senior Brother prepare to take this thing off?"

Yu Beizhou lightly nodded his eyebrows, and Zong Luo knew what he meant.

This is asking him when he is going to officially restore his status as a prince.

"Only when the senior brother recovers his identity, the gift that the junior brother has prepared for the senior brother for two lifetimes can come in handy."

He whispered, not concealing the schadenfreude in his words: "I can't wait."

Zong Luo directly ignored the so-called nonsense of intermittent convulsions.

He and Yu Beizhou do have one thing to talk about.

"What do you mean by the words you said in the cold palace last time?"

Although it was only a short sentence, it really made Zong Luo toss and turn for a long time.

Although Yu Beizhou is crazy and often lies with his eyes open, he absolutely disdains lying.

"Oh, Senior Brother reminded me."

Yu Beizhou casually threw the candy stick and plunged into the thief who was stealing and stealing in front of him, causing the latter to cry out in pain.

He narrowed his eyes in the background sound of the Janissaries coming up to arrest people and escorting them down.

Recalling the pleasure of being whipped by this person in front of him in the dark room last time, Yu Beizhou's voice became hoarse, revealing an unprovoked ambiguity: "If senior brother wants to know, on the fifteenth of next month, junior brother will definitely greet him on the couch. Tell the truth.”

Zong Luo snorted coldly.

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, he really gave him a new understanding of the perversion of Yu Beizhou.

Although he knew that Yu Beizhou was perverted before, people couldn't, at least they shouldn't be so perverted.

Sometimes Zong Luo really has nothing to do with Yu Beizhou.

Beating him and humiliating him made him feel good.

Rob his subordinates and turn against his subordinates. He has been an emperor in his previous life, and it seems that he has no ambition to be again in this life.

Zong Luo was very curious about what happened in his last life after his death to make the "ambitious, ruthless, unscrupulous, violent and unscrupulous" Yu Beizhou in the book turned into the mad dog possessed by him today.

but--

"I'm sorry, but you should slowly suffer in the dark room alone."

Anyway, even if Yu Beizhou didn't say it. Others will gradually dream of past life truths.

Zongluo didn't have to use this trivial matter to beg his nemesis.

"Senior brother, are you thinking that even if I don't say it, others will dream?"

Yu Beizhou's smile didn't change: "That senior brother is wrong. If I don't say it, other people will never know."

Zongluo looked back suddenly: "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." The latter said casually, "It's all killed. They didn't live to that time, how could they dream of it."

It's hard to describe Zong Luo's shocked mood.

Perhaps in this life, these men's men have chosen another bright master, and they will give up on him. But in the past life, heaven and earth can be learned, those male supporting roles absolutely followed the original text 100%, surrounded Yu Beizhou like flowers and butterflies, and worked diligently for him.

Just like this, can Yu Beizhou kill them all?

For no reason, Zong Luo felt a deep disappointment in his heart.

He sneered: "As expected of what you can do, Yu Beizhou."

He should have thought of it earlier. Even close relatives, Yu Beizhou can slaughter the whole family casually.

In the book, Yu Beizhou's annihilation of his own family is just a brief introduction, and it seems that the author is just trying to add to the craziness of this character. But in the book, black and white characters are turned into bloody reality.

The Yu family of Weiguo has an affinity with the Dayuan Rong family. Knowing the hands of Emperor Yuan, he took the risk of pressing the treasure on Dayuan, so he took special care of the three princes who went to Weiguo as a pledge in private.

No matter what the Yu family's calculations were and what they wanted to gain from him, at least they were really kind to themselves.

returning a Favour many times more.

Zongluo still remembers that his Proton Mansion in Wei State was separated from the Yu family by a wall, and it was because of this that he became acquainted with Yu Beizhou, the first son of the Yu family, and even practiced martial arts together. When he first passed by, he even took meals from the Yu family's kitchen, and the Yu family paid someone to catch the medicine.

The mistress of the Yu family is graceful and luxurious, gentle and intellectual, which conforms to all Zongluo's imagination of the glorious image of 'mother'. On the surface, the master of the Yu family looks strict and rigid, but in private he often jokes with the children. He is a very interesting middle-aged man.

The most important thing is that against the background of such a group of wives and concubines, the master of the Yu family openly stated that he would not accept concubines.

Let's not talk about Emperor Yuan's bad father. Zong Luoqie, who had never experienced the warmth of the family, really envied Yu Beizhou.

However, with such people, Yu Beizhou showed no mercy when he killed them.

"Why should I be merciful?"

Yu Beizhou asked back: "It's just some people who are in love with the skin and rushed up to please the flattery. Even the attitude is exactly the same, which is extremely boring."

"As for the Yu family," he revealed an undisguised sneer: "Could it be that Senior Brother thinks that I am sick once a month, and who did it?"

Zong Luo froze in place as if struck by lightning.

The original text did not write about why Yu Beizhou had such an old problem of getting sick every month. So he was preconceived, thinking that this was the beautiful and tragic skill brought by the protagonist to beat the womb.

Again.

When I put it in the book, I just thought the character was very fashionable, and I hit his XP all at once.

No one would have imagined that one day it would become a reality.

At least Zongluo didn't think of the evil disease that the protagonist in the original book hated so much. All of this has something to do with the seemingly warm and harmonious family.

What kind of relationship should be, so that people can ruthlessly destroy the family that gave birth to them.

However, Yu Beizhou didn't seem to want to talk about these pasts.

He has always been so light and silent about his past, unwilling to show the slightest vulnerability, let alone seeking pity and sympathy.

"Do you know, Senior Brother? Many times in my past life, I would have an illusion."

Yu Beizhou narrowed his eyes, his crow feather-like eyelashes cast a dark shadow on his face: "Everyone is fake. Like a string of puppets, they stick to the rules, year after year, day after day."

Only Zongluo is different.

Only with this person can he truly live.