Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The Great Wilderness has had two dynasties since the Age of Immortals, Shang and Zhou.

If we have to go back to the source, the Dayuan clan is actually the descendant of the royal family of the Shang Dynasty, but it only survived, infiltrated the Zhou Dynasty, and was divided by the Zhou Dynasty. In fact, he has been working hard and trying to take back the land lost by his ancestors, which can be called humiliation.

Before the Zhou Dynasty, the Shang Dynasty was closer to the age of immortality. In the period of the end of the law, there was even a vigorous battle of conferring gods controlled by gods in the sky, which was epic.

Since myths are prevalent, Shang Chao naturally has an extraordinary connection with gods and ghosts.

It is said that in the heyday of the Shang Dynasty, all the civil and military officials were all capable of cultivating immortals, and those with great merits could soar on the spot.

Later, the spiritual energy subsided, and the immortal left the Great Wilderness, leaving only the witch.

The shaman that now serves Da Yuan is the old line of loyalty to the Shang Dynasty royal family. It is a pity that with the passage of time, many profound witchcraft has disappeared in the long river of history. The powerful power that used to call the wind and the rain is no longer there, and the most profound witchcraft is only performed by each emperor. When the emperor is on the throne, he calculates the fate of the country and calculates the most suitable for inheriting the throne. A prince who can inherit the throne.

This is the most important ceremony of every emperor's reign.

The emperors of the past dynasties are all ready to fight, no one wants to become the king of a subjugated country, and there is no face to see the ancestors under the Jiuquan.

There is no such emperor in the history of Da Yuan. He did not listen to Tai Wu's calculation of the prince's candidate, and insisted on doing things like he did, and insisted on appointing his more favorite prince.

There is only one end to such an emperor. That is to fall to the point of almost destroying the country.

So starting from this emperor who almost wiped out the country, the prince calculated at the ceremony of establishing the witch sacrificial ceremony was the heir, which became the ancestral teaching of the Dayuan clan.

However, with so many princes under his knees, it is difficult not to be biased.

As the saying goes, there are policies above and countermeasures below. In response to the witch sacrifice ceremony, the emperors who are the only ones in Dayuan are naturally impossible to be so passive.

On the high Jinluan Hall, the late emperor sat on the dragon chair, his voice hoarse and tired: "The ancestors of the clan have learned through countless blood experience, what kind of talents are needed to be able to show the golden prince on the wooden plaque of the witch sacrifice ceremony."

As if he had guessed what he was going to say later, the young prince who had just burst into the Golden Palace with full of anger was trembling all over, holding Zhan Lu's hand almost unsteadily.

"All the princes calculated by Taiwu have gone through hardships and have been trained."

"Only the strong ones who have undergone screening will appear on the wooden plaque the golden symbol of the prince."

The late emperor said slowly: "The eldest prince is very powerful, and he just changed the candidate who went to Weiguo as a hostage. He didn't want to go to war, so I gave you military power. Before the witch sacrifice ceremony, he joined foreign enemies and wanted to kill you. If you hadn't exchanged the wooden signs, when your army came back, you might have been unable to return to the sky."

The young prince opened his eyes.

Only he has military power, and his prince's mansion is closest to the palace.

"I don't want to see siblings cannibalize. But even if I let you go, the first prince will not let you go. It's better to make a blog about it. Just like when I first ascended the throne, I sent someone to inform you."

The content of the shaman sacrifice ceremony should be top secret, not to mention the eyeliner placed, even if the wooden sign is exchanged, only the emperor and the shaman can know.

Even on the way to the palace, no one stopped him. Even when the imperial city was swept away, the garrison soldiers who were supposed to play the biggest role turned a deaf ear, but just pretended.

"I am very relieved that Mu Pai did not predict wrong. You are the most suitable person to ascend to the throne of God, although you have embarked on my old path."

An ugly smile appeared on the faces of the late emperor who were tangled together like dead trees. He gently stroked his prince's head: "Ali, the father loves you very much."

"Forgive me, I didn't tell you until now."

Now, on this quiet night, in the narrow Star-Zhitting Building, Emperor Yuan also put his hand on the head of the white-robed prince, like a kind of inheritance: "When you were very young, you were so small, and I would I hugged you and accidentally dropped you to the ground. You didn't cry, you kept looking at me with your eyes open."

At that time, Emperor Yuan had just lost the eldest prince on the battlefield, and the second prince who died young after birth. Even the mother-in-law of the third prince died in childbirth. Almost one after the other, the oiran who came from a humble background also gave birth to the Fourth Prince.

Wei Guo's army has already moved outside the country, forcing Da Yuan to hand over a proton and ask for the eldest son by name. However, in fact, the third prince and the fourth prince spoke out almost at the same time.

"The mother concubine of the fourth child came to me to intercede with him, forced me to death, and begged me not to send him to Wei. I just said that you will not regret it in the future."

Only his three sons... From the moment of birth, the mother and concubine died in childbirth.

No one protects the three sons, just like no one protects Emperor Yuan at the beginning.

After another glass of wine, I became even more intoxicated: "Since then, I have decided. If you return to China in the future, I will definitely train you as a prince, which is also a kind of compensation."

If there is no one to protect me, from now on, I will come here.

Later, Zongluo returned to the country, and the other princes were trying their best to win the reserve, but only the third son, who got up early every day to practice swordsmanship. He was practicing there, and Emperor Yuan was watching from upstairs, and the more he watched, the more he liked it. .

Unlike other princes, every filial piety will be written on the face. Only this child silently followed behind, burying Ru Mu deeply and deeply, without asking for anything in return.

Fighting is also very good, quite heroic, and his character is also humble and generous.

It's just a little bit bad, a little bit more benevolent, and a little less ambition to fight for power.

That is, in the year that Zongluo returned to China, Emperor Yuan thoroughly identified the heir in his heart.

Emperor Yuan doesn't talk much on weekdays. Today seems to be unhappy.

If it wasn't for being drunk, he would never have said this at this time. I'm afraid I have to be like the first emperor, like the rules of the clan for generations, to reveal the truth the night before ascending the throne.

Perhaps this is the fate of the clan.

A prince who is truly spoiled and petted, a prince who does not endure hardship like a canary, can never compare to an eagle soaring outside and covered in scars.

After so many years, Emperor Yuan understood the meaning of the former emperor's words.

On the Golden Palace, the late emperor said word by word: "Before I ascended the throne, my father and emperor also said exactly the same thing as me. Today, I also send this sentence to you."

"If you have a child you like, then you have to let him go from childhood to adulthood. Because you can't accompany the eagle to spread its wings, just like you can never accompany him through the rest of his life."

If you love your child, you must let him go out to suffer, go outside to withstand the wind and rain.

Even if he will not understand, will hate. Can't justify it, can't be noticed by him.

Because favoritism and indulgence are both obstacles to ascending to the throne of God, and they are the foundation of arrogance and arrogance.

After ascending the throne, these storms will only be bigger and more violent than in the first half of life.

From only needing the attention of the father and emperor, to shouldering the country, courtiers, and citizens.

It's just that there is no more emperor standing silently behind, shielding his children from the wind and rain.

"Don't hate me." The late emperor smiled.

It was the first and last time in his life that Zhan Lu dropped out of his hands.

Emperor Yuan slowly knelt down in front of the dragon chair.

Outside the Golden Palace, the setting sun slowly fell, stretching his shadow.

He always thought that the late emperor did not value him and never gave him the slightest fatherly love.

But he never thought that the deepest and most wordless love of the Ninety-five Zun is to give this land to his heir. Even if it takes pain, tears, torture and torture in the middle.

Being in a heavenly home, as an emperor, this is the most precious thing they can give.

How could Emperor Yuan hate the Emperor.

If he was the favored prince, I am afraid he would have died in a steady stream of assassinations, or, like the eldest prince, was killed by another unknown brother.

Emperor Yuan closed his eyes gently and said in a low voice, "Luo'er, the royal father loves you very much."

Forgive me... I kept putting you away from me, and I didn't tell you until now.

......

Zong Luo had already burst into tears.

From the moment Emperor Yuan opened his mouth, Zong Luo's heart was violently torn, and tears slipped from his eyes unconsciously on his always gentle and firm face.

He knew that Emperor Yuan wanted to tell him that from the beginning to the end, I love you as a child, and these loves have nothing to do with other things, just because of you.

Except for the pledge at the beginning, the rest of the love was earned by himself. As Emperor Yuan said, he gave all the princes a chance, but only gave him priority.

It belongs to him. It belongs to Zongluo before wearing the book, and it also belongs to Zongluo after wearing the book.

Obviously he should be ecstatic, but Zong Luo was extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted to look at Emperor Yuan at this moment, and told him earnestly—Royal Father, I love you too.

However, he can't.

Zong Luo closed his eyes ruthlessly, letting the tears run down his face, then backed away, knelt on his knees, pressed his forehead to the ground deeply, and returned to the emperor in front of him.

This kneeling, nothing else.

Only because of the affection he once longed for and obtained from Emperor Yuan.

"...Father..."

Zong Luo pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, closed his eyes, and let the tears fall to the ground. Just the word "Father" has exhausted all his courage.

He wanted to say - I'm sorry, this family, this father's love, I am ashamed.

It... shouldn't have belonged to me as a plagiarist.

The more this is the case, the heavier the guilt in Zong Luo's heart.

Because he knew that what Yu Beizhou said was right. Even if he returns his identity to Yu Beizhou, this attention and love will not be inherited, and he may even get angered.

He will never know Yu Beizhou.

The latter did nothing wrong, but got nothing.

This kind of guilt mixed with pain made Zong Luo cry.

After silently kowtowing to Emperor Yuan three times, he stood up from the ground heavily and silently, untied Zhan Lu from his waist, and slowly took out the box containing the elixir from his arms, while the back end upright Kneeling on the ground, and then deeply, deeply kowtow.

I don't know how many times I knocked until my forehead turned red.

"Father."

The prince in white choked and said, "I'm afraid this is the last time my son will address you like that."

He pressed his forehead tightly to the cold floor, his voice trembling: "Actually... my son is not your own blood, but a civet cat from the Yu family's civet cat in exchange for the prince."

There has never been a time when Zong Luo hated himself so much that he didn't read the full text before reading the book. After reading the book, he did not pay attention to the abnormality of the people around him, but watched it all from the perspective of God from above.

"For so many years, I have been taken care of by the royal father, and I am ashamed of it... The royal father's entrustment is inhuman, because his sons and ministers are not filial, and they will no longer be able to do filial piety to the father and the emperor in the future. No complaints at all."

Several times, Zong Luo was almost unable to speak, and smashed his palm into purple.

Zhaixinglou was dead silent, like a grave.

Zong Luo didn't know how long he knelt, and when the tears dried on the tip of his nose, he finally raised his head.

Emperor Yuan rested his head with one hand, bowed his head deeply, and covered his eyes with half-open and half-closed eyes.

People who practice martial arts have always been very vigilant, and they have not yet subconsciously reacted by getting so close. Seeing the empty wine jar over there, Zong Luo thought that Emperor Yuan was really drunk.

Only at this time would Zong Luo dare to look at this tyrant.

He suddenly discovered that Emperor Yuan and Yu Beizhou both had extremely pretty phoenix eyes. When the sight of these phoenix eyes falls on others, it will easily make people feel sharp and cold. However, the former had never looked at him with such icy cold eyes, while the latter's eyes were as hot and hot as body temperature when he looked at him.

Zong Luo knew in his heart that this was the last time.

The prince in white finally looked at the drunken emperor with nostalgia, and whispered almost silently: "I... retire here, and don't disturb your majesty's rest."

Regardless of whether Emperor Yuan heard it or not, as long as he wakes up tomorrow and sees this box of elixir intact, he will be able to guess the cause and effect of what happened.

After all...I didn't eat the elixir, whether it was to restore vision or to lose my hair overnight, it was all nonsense. Not to mention the final result shown on the wooden sign of the Tomorrow Witch Festival Ceremony. Even without evidence, the dust settles.

A family dream that the poor has longed for for two lifetimes, it is time to wake up after all.

Zongluo placed Zhanlu's elixir and Xuanqi's tiger talisman neatly on the couch, and stumbled back step by step.

He finally took a deep look at the emperor who held his head as if he was awake from a dream, and sank into the deep night without looking back.

The building fell silent again.

Emperor Yuan still maintained this posture, frozen in place as if frozen, breathing steadily, and even the jade string hanging down from Mian Hao did not shift in the slightest.

After a while, a red shadow of Hunting and Hunting swept down lightly from above.

Yu Beizhou fell to the ground and paused for a long time. After confirming that it was correct, he bent down and carefully picked up the box on the couch.

As he watched the entire conversation, he pulled away a sarcastic smile.

Really touching father and son relationship.

The young man in red clothes and white fur was playing with the elixir box in his hands, feeling the burning passion on his body, and his eyes were deep and incomprehensible in the dark night.

In the end, he put the box into his cuff and left without looking back.