Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Seeing the newly-appointed prince wearing a mian robe hurriedly leaving the palace on horseback, the guards bowed their heads and saluted. Zong Luo didn't notice it at all, and ran all the way to the gate of Beining's palace.

The gate of the palace was closed, and it was as silent as a large cemetery.

No need for Zong Luoduo to say, Zhao Yebai grabbed his reins obediently, and turned around in a circle, saying that he would obediently wait at the door for him to come back.

"Go back, don't wait for me."

Zongluo has always taken care of Yebai.

It has already figured out the road to the imperial city long ago. During the day, it goes out to sneak by itself, and at night, it runs back to Yuchun Palace obediently, and often goes to the Xuanqi barracks to eat and drink. Especially with the improvement of the master's status, it has also risen to become "the horse of His Royal Highness". Who dares to control this?

Zhao Yebai rubbed Zongluo's fingers, shook his head disdainfully at the ugly eagle that landed on the corner of Beining's palace, took small steps and ran.

Different from the briskness of the horses, after all the brewing, Zong Luo can now be described as a high level of anger.

Those feelings of guilt and powerlessness in his heart, or some emotions that he could not distinguish, were randomly mixed together, causing his thoughts to be chaotic.

anger? hate? Confuse?

He remembered Yu Beizhou's deep hatred for himself, and the almost endless entanglement between the two of them... They could clearly tear this entanglement apart at the moment of the witch sacrifice ceremony. To pay a heavy price.

But all of this can stop today.

Yu Beizhou did this without telling him... for what?

Zong Luo couldn't figure it out, all the accumulation of countless savings became a whirlpool of anger.

He just wanted to find Yu Beizhou. Questioning, fighting, fighting to the death, anything is fine.

At this speed of anger to full horsepower, Zongluo stood at the door in almost a moment.

When the dumb servant who was guarding the palace saw him coming, he quickly opened the door.

"crunch-"

The heavy gate of the palace retreated towards both sides, revealing a flat road inside.

The flowers and plants on both sides are lush, and even palace lanterns are placed in the daytime, obviously waiting to welcome guests.

"Ah, a distinguished guest is here."

Yu Beizhou, who was still wearing a flamboyant red shirt, was leaning on the rockery casually, with one hand supporting his head. Although the end of his eyes was tired, he definitely couldn't see the weak and miserable look he had last night, with a high fever in the dark room. .

Zong Luoman paused strangely in anger.

Along the way, he just wanted to hurry up, hurry up, and ask what Yu Beizhou did. Instead, I subconsciously forgot... that absurd thing that happened last night.

Isn't it absurd? Thinking of what happened last night, Zong Luo only felt infinite embarrassment in his heart.

Over the years, in two lifetimes, he has never lost control like this.

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Zong Luo really thought he was going to leave last night, that was the last time he saw Yu Beizhou, so he let himself indulge for a while, and even acquiesced from the bottom of his heart, giving up on himself.

If he knew that this was the situation today, he would say that it would be impossible to be kind last night.

"What kind of spring breeze is blowing today, it actually brought this distinguished guest, Senior Brother."

Yu Beizhou supported his head lazily, and glanced at him seemingly lightly, his eyes stayed on the extremely complicated and gorgeous nine-chapter crown for a moment, and moved away silently. Immediately, he put on the same unpredictable smile as in the past: "Could it be that Senior Brother is blaming me... not to congratulate Senior Brother on the happy day?"

Zong Luo didn't know how to deal with this person's embarrassment and complexity, and suddenly disappeared, with a strange expression.

What happened last night...he actually forgot?

"Look, this robe is really well-stitched, and the clothing bureau has to make it for half a year, but it just fits the size of the senior brother. Even if the junior brother sees it, he has to honor him as His Royal Highness."

With a simple sentence of yin and yang, the complexity that was just wrapped up disappeared in an instant. It was still the raging anger that made a comeback.

Zongluo stared at the person in front of him: "Tell me...why did you do this?"

"Why did I do this? Brother, this is interesting. What did I do?"

Yu Beizhou showed a hypocritical smile and denied it: "Even if senior brother doesn't like junior brother, he can't slander junior brother without evidence."

Zongluo really wanted to kill Yu Beizhou, who had regained consciousness in front of him.

He said coldly: "Yu Beizhou, why do you have to be so pretentious? Could it be that it wasn't you who took away the elixir, and it wasn't you who replaced the wooden sign today?"

"Oh--"

The handsome young man dragged his voice: "Take away the medicine pill? It seems to be the case. But replace the wooden sign...?"

Yu Beizhou suddenly laughed, sarcastically: "Senior brother, don't you really think that I will be so kind?"

"It's hard to find the immortal method of going back in time. The immortal tombs are still visited by the younger brother himself, which can be considered a lot of effort."

At that time, the new emperor, who was in power in the world, stabbed the dagger into his wrist without hesitation, and scarlet blood gushed out like a spring.

The white tie on the great formation sank into Zongluo's corpse's chest on one side, and connected to Yu Beizhou on the other end.

Those pale golden luck, and scarlet blood, all blended into each other along the bond.

"Although it is an immortal method, it is actually a sorcery. The sorcerer connects us together."

Yu Beizhou lowered his voice, sinking into his lips and teeth, like a sigh: "So - our blood blends, we gather intimately, and we don't distinguish between you and me. Maybe it's just like this, so no matter what the test is at the witch sacrifice ceremony, the wooden sign will light up. "

He smiled, but the smile never reached the bottom of his eyes: "Senior brother must have never thought of it, and he tried so hard to give it back to me, but it's not clear at all."

Yu Beizhou didn't tell the whole story, and even tampered with it.

Because in addition to blood, what flows into Zong Luo's body is also luck.

But even so, he thought, it was enough for the face of the opposite prince to turn pale.

"What? Senior brother feels guilty? Presumably so. After all, senior brother is such a high-spirited person, how can he accept that he has taken everything from others."

Yu Beizhou sighed and said, "It's no wonder that senior brother wants to be indebted to me, and wants to leave the imperial city and walk away."

It's a pity that not only is it unclear, but it can't be returned.

"In this situation now, if the senior brother really leaves, your dearest father and emperor will probably be mad at you again like in the previous life. After all, the prince left, but the big event has never happened in the vertical and horizontal dynasties, it is really a sin ."

"I said it long ago."

Yu Beizhou raised the corners of his mouth happily: "Senior brother, we will never be able to clear up."

In two lifetimes, Yu Beizhou had never known so clearly that he could not keep Zongluo.

Just like in his previous life, he couldn't control Zong Luo's choice. The latter committed suicide ruthlessly and decisively, and had nothing to do with him from beginning to end, like a stranger he had never met, extremely ruthless.

Even if you do everything you can to save time, you can't let your eyes stay for one more second.

However, Yu Beizhou cannot be changed, and there is no turning back.

The good luck that he can easily achieve on everyone, fails on this person alone.

The only thing you can do in the end is to use what you care about the most.

With distortion, with morbidity, with guilt, with the most dripping hatred, with paranoia carved into the bones and blood.

Give him everything that originally belonged to him, and make him inseparable from this golden cage.

Yu Beizhou knew Zongluo too well.

He knew that even with the exchange of blood, the latter would not be able to rest easy.

All he wants is this peace of mind.

It is clear that the mirror-like truth is clear, but it is inexplicable and inexplicable. You can only stay with guilt, because leaving will bring more harm.

Even in such a cruel way, even in despicable means. Yu Beizhou is also willing to practice.

Because he has only one purpose from beginning to end.

Never, never want to leave my side.

"Isn't that nice?"

Yu Beizhou smiled and added another fire: "Senior brother admires your father so much, and your father pays so much attention to you. Like this, it is considered to be in line with God's will."

"As for me... Anyway, it's something that I don't really care about. Senior brother take it and take it. You don't need to recite the goodness of the junior brother from time to time, just let the junior brother taste the sweetness every now and then."

He deliberately misinterpreted this sentence in a sweet tone.

It was only to provoke Zong Luo's anger, which Yu Beizhou had already mastered.

Just when Yu Beizhou was in a good mood and was going to look down at Zongluo's face with pain or anger, the latter suddenly raised his head without warning.

That elegant and gentle face did not have the pain and struggle that Yu Beizhou imagined, and even the anger when he broke into Beining's palace was gone, instead it was calm.

"You are lying."

Zongluo looked directly at the phoenix eyes that were raised upwards, for fear that he would not hear, and said word by word, "Yu Beizhou, you are lying."

Yu Beizhou is a master at manipulating people's hearts, and every word can hit the nail on the head.

If he hadn't experienced that night last night, Zongluo would have been suffering and tortured as he always did under these bloody words.

But unfortunately, it happened.

Thinking back on that scene last night, Zong Luo even felt ridiculous.

In front of him, Yu Beizhou is always twisted, hated, and crazy.

Even Zong Luo's impression of him is indifferent, selfish, paranoid, self-centered, extremely arrogant, cruel, unscrupulous... There is no good word.

However, when he was stupefied by a high fever, the words he confided were so humble, miserable, and almost pleading for confusion. He would rather let the chain break on his body and crawled out of the dark room covered in blood, than hold on to him and not let him go.

Which one is the real him?

If it was the one last night, what about the one in front of you?

Wrapped in evil thoughts, under the layers of shells, what is Zongluo's never seen through?

"If you really don't care, then why do you hate me?" Zongluo asked.

When he is clear-headed, he usually does not hesitate to show his excellent scientific logic deduction ability, pressing step by step: "If you didn't care about your status being exchanged, you wouldn't have hated me for so long, even from the very beginning. It's impossible to hate me."

Listening to Yu Beizhou's words not only made people angry, but also easily led into a ditch.

But no matter what the man kept saying, he was going to owe each other, even if he didn't know what to do, all kinds of knives in the wound could not cover up the fact that he didn't plan to reveal the truth to the public, and even tried to cover it up.

Further interpretation, it can even be interpreted as handing over the crown prince. Not to mention that Yu Beizhou would rather give up everything in exchange for his rebirth.

"Even if you really don't care, would you give this to someone who really hates you?"

If you really hate someone, you will definitely want to burn them to ashes, and it will be annoying to look at them more.

Abandoning everything, willing to give important things, and saying it is ridiculous and generous.

Zong Luo didn't believe it, he just wanted to gamble.

Look at people, not what they say, but what they do.

He bet that what Yu Beizhou was thinking and what he said were not exactly the same, he could only say that it had nothing to do with it.

"Admit it, Yu Beizhou. Change your ripped mouth that knows how to stab people without changing for thousands of years."

Zong Luo said word by word, every word placed very lightly: "You are not as skillful as you appear on the surface."