Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

If it is normal, let alone pulling the dragon robe, even if it is touched, Zongluo would not dare.

Before that, he had already thought about it, and at the first sight of Emperor Yuan, he took the initiative to kneel down and apologize.

But I don't know if it was because he was about to be frank about all that, or just now Yu Beizhou told him that Emperor Yuan died because of him in his previous life. The pain for so many days suddenly erupted, and it was also mixed with some inexplicable grievances. Only then did Zong Luo reach out his hand subconsciously and make such an act of wanton overstepping.

All the servants and servants in the main hall held their breaths, quietly, not daring to say a word.

Even Yuan Jia, who was standing beside him, widened his eyes, obviously not expecting the third prince to make such a move.

Everyone knows that the Emperor Dragon Robe is equivalent to the Dragon's Reverse Scale. What's more, Emperor Yuan, who didn't like being approached easily by others, would definitely be punished for death if he touched them easily.

"What? What else do you want to say to me?"

However, Emperor Yuan ignored this matter directly, and his face was full of anger: "Go out to fight, and your hair has become like this. It's worse than me. Where is the imperial doctor?! Where is the sorcerer!"

This is indeed true.

Zong Luo's hair was pure white, but Emperor Yuan's hair was still black. Looking from a distance, I really couldn't tell which one was a young man and the other was an old man with a frosty head.

For Zong Luo, the things he has experienced in the past few months are even more than what he has experienced in the past few decades. However, for Emperor Yuan, it was his third son who went out to fight, but for four or five months, his hair was still black when he left, and it turned white when he came back. Why not startled and angry?

After Emperor Yuan ordered it, Tai Wu walked up to him with a bone scepter.

An obscure and complex incantation came out of his mouth. Zong Luo could feel the small hole dug in the face of the ferocious ghost, the mysterious Taiwu had a deep meaning and looked at him without any emotion.

If it's normal, he, who has always been keen, will definitely be able to detect something from this scrutiny line of sight.

However, he couldn't say a word at all now.

In the haze, Zong Luo felt that his eyes were also covered with a layer of white veil.

Just as he was about to speak, Emperor Tong Yuan said that he wanted to say something alone, but found that his brain was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and it was difficult to even lift his eyelids.

In a trance, Taiwu's hoarse and unpleasant voice came: "One night's white head is very accessible, the third prince is a heart disease. Maybe it is the side effect of the elixir's eyesight recovery... Of course, this is a huge loss to the body, and it is necessary to Careful maintenance, otherwise it is easy to leave sequelae."

Someone supported him.

After a long time, the voice of the imperial doctor also came from behind: "Yes, Your Majesty, no matter what happened to the Third Highness, the physical wear and tear is real."

The emperor's cold and stern voice sounded: "Go and pass on Mu Yuanlong!"

"In the battle of Yu Kingdom, there must be things that I don't know about." Emperor Yuan gritted his teeth: "If that Wu'an-Jun did something stupid, I would definitely have to drag him out and whip him! It's not a pity to die! "

......

After that, Zong Luo couldn't hear anymore.

He passed out.

When I woke up again, I saw the curtain of Yuchun Palace.

Consciousness gradually returned, and everything in the Great Witch Temple was gradually recalled.

Zong Luo only felt that his throat was extremely dry, and he got up with half of his body up. He was about to speak when he was handed a bowl of witch medicine by the waiter who was waiting early: "Your Highness."

Zongluo: "..."

Now my throat is on fire, I have to drink if I don't. Obviously not the time to count this.

So he pinched his nose and finished drinking in a rush, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's Your Majesty?"

The head of Yuchun Palace hurriedly whispered: "If you go back to His Highness, His Majesty is in the Great Witch Temple."

Why is Emperor Yuan still in the Great Witch Temple?

Zong Luo stretched out his hand, pressed his forehead, and listened to the general manager: "Your Highness, you have been in a coma for four days since the Taiwu cast the spell. The old doctor ordered it long ago, saying that sleeping for a long time is a manifestation of the body's automatic adjustment. , you must get up slowly."

It's been four days? ! Wouldn't that be the witch sacrifice ceremony tomorrow?

Zong Luo was startled, and quickly struggled to get up.

Sure enough, in the bronze mirror, his hair color has faded from the unhealthy pale white before, instead, he has moved towards silvery white, and his overall popularity has improved a lot, not as haggard as before, and his complexion is a little more rosy.

At this moment, after hearing that he was awake, the medical sage arrived with the medical box, and immediately covered his face: "You are doing yourself a disease!"

In the past few days, Zongluo has been cast spells by the Taiwu, and he slept soundly, and the doctors of the Medical Saint and Taiyuan Hospital were miserable. Since Zong Luo fell asleep, they hadn't had a good day. First, he was summoned by Emperor Yuan, and then he had to bother to check.

The most important thing is to check, the problem is that the third prince is clearly suffering from a heart disease. There is no cure. They are not helpless, there is no way. Can only cooperate to get some supplements. Make up for the loss of whiteheads on the body overnight.

The medical sage previously cooperated with Zong Luo to cover up. At least he knew that the patient was not sick, so he turned one eye and closed one eye. If the medical saint was given a list of the most uncooperative patients, Zong Luo would definitely be ranked first.

But seeing this man with white hair, the medical sage didn't say much.

Zong Luo smiled bitterly: "Thank you."

He didn't ask if he was okay with his body, he quickly put on his clothes, and he was about to go out.

The medical sage stopped him: "Your illness, whether it's a witch or a doctor, can't be cured, only you can solve it, understand?"

"I understand." Zong Luo nodded solemnly.

Although the internal attendant had been ordered by Emperor Yuan, it seemed that he still wanted to persuade the third prince to rest, but after all, the medical sage didn't say anything, and they naturally didn't dare to say anything.

Zong Luo took Zhao Yebai and headed to the Third Prince's Mansion first.

Tomorrow will be the ceremony of the witch sacrifice, and the entire imperial city is ready to enter a state of martial law. There are garrisoned soldiers everywhere.

In the Prince's Mansion, Steward Liao heard the sound and looked puzzled: "Why did Your Highness come back from the palace?"

They had received news earlier that His Highness's gray hair was a side effect of restoring their eyesight, so they did not ask any more questions.

Zong Luo obviously didn't want to say more: "There are some things that need to be dealt with, you come with me."

He went straight to the study, took out the big summer dragonfinch that he brought back from Hanmenguan last time, and solemnly entrusted it to Steward Liao: "If the fifth prince is here, remember to give this to him."

"These things in the house will be left to Zong Ruichen in the future. The rest will be distributed to Xuanqi's brothers, and any more will be handed over to the treasury."

"The servants in the house, those who have sold their deeds, will return the deeds to them. Those of the right age must help a good family. The monthly salary will be given as usual. "

Zong Luo explained bit by bit. Butler Liao became more and more inconvenient the more he listened, and was quite frightened.

Why is this... a feeling of entrusting the funeral?

He was in shock and was about to ask, but Zongluo said, "I know what the old gentleman wants to ask, so there's no need to ask. After today, everything that should be known will be known. And this..."

The prince in white took off his waist badge and handed it over: "Give this to Ye Linghan and let him go to the north of the city."

As a last resort, Steward Liao had no choice but to leave with full of doubts.

The study was silent again.

Zong Luo stood here, silent for a while, and took out a box from the dark compartment of the bookcase.

Inside the box, the elixir was still lying quietly.

He picked up Zhan Lu, put it on his waist, took the box, took a deep breath, pushed the door and left.

After today, he should not be able to return here.

Whether it was Pei Qianxue or Yu Beizhou, they had already told him the pros and cons very bluntly. Since Zongluo chose not to hit the south wall and not look back, when his mind calms down, he should naturally explain the follow-up clearly.

When he arrived at the gate of the Third Prince's Mansion, Zongluo saw someone he hadn't seen for a long time.

Ziyi Proton stood in front of the mansion, and when he saw him coming, his face was like sadness and joy: "His Royal Highness...Are you going to drive me away too?"

The token that Fang Cai Zongluo asked Steward Liao to send was once something Ye Linghan dreamed of.

The Great Abyss Imperial City regularly has caravans sent to other countries to trade, and Weiguo is no exception.

Ye Linghan had been dealing with various dignitaries for so long before, just for this token. With this token, he can quietly follow the caravan back home.

Only the dignitaries who can intervene in the caravan have a clear mind, and it is impossible to take the risk of secretly sending a country's protons away and turn a blind eye.

Now... when he lost all hope, this token was in his hands again.

Obviously he should be ecstatic, but Ye Linghan felt a deep panic in his heart.

Zong Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't think too much."

"Da Yuan is about to attack Wei Guo, don't you want to go back before then?"

He avoided Ye Linghan's eyes and said nothing.

No matter how many bad things the Yu family has done, at least...the Yu family really has nothing to feel sorry for him.

Yu Beizhou destroyed the Yu family, Zong Luo had nothing to say.

It's just that Ye Linghan, as the Crown Prince of Wei, is currently the only bloodline in the Yu family that is outside the family. He also thinks... that he can help a little.

Besides, Wei Guo Dayuan will definitely fight. Now that the overall situation has been settled, Ye Linghan will not be able to return to the sky if he doesn't go back, but it's just a matter of life-long remorse.

"Don't you want to go back?"

This sentence made Ye Linghan stand still.

Going back, Ye Linghan certainly wanted to go back. Especially at this juncture.

But he had already decided in his heart that he would be loyal to the third prince.

"Furthermore, even if you go back, you can come back at any time."

Zong Luo said with relief: "You are already my retainer, and there will be a place for you in the Prince's Palace."

Ye Linghan's intuition was not quite right.

Although His Royal Highness has always treated him well, he has never been so good, as if... he had transferred the goodness that he should have to another person to him.

However, the impact of this incident on him was so great that Ye Linghan was not in the mood to pay attention to these details that should have been thought deeply.

"Then..." he suddenly said, and stopped the person in front of him.

When the prince in white turned to his side, Ye Linghan clenched his fists and said, "Where is Your Highness going?"

He didn't have the right to intervene, but for some reason, he always felt that if he didn't speak now, it seemed that he would never have a chance to look again.

Zong Luo smiled, and his smile was like a thousand mountains and twilight snow: "Do what I should do."