Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Ye Linghan's fingernails were tightly gripping the reins.

He has always been arrogant and arrogant, and his mind that has never fallen even if he is brave and courageous suddenly shakes. There has never been such a moment that the other party has not heard the obscenities of the guards.

It's not that Ye Linghan doesn't know the rumors outside. In fact, no matter how downhearted he was, he was still the dignified Crown Prince of Wei. No matter how daring those people were, they wouldn't dare to do anything to him. The rumors about crawling, bed female, and fu were completely non-existent.

However, other people were soft-spoken, and it was the news that came from the mouths of those big men in person, and it was even more impossible for anyone to listen to his explanation.

Now, Ye Linghan regretted it.

Without thinking, he picked up his horse and rushed towards the gate of the garrison barracks.

As a proton, Ye Linghan is proud.

But at the same time, he is also tolerant enough and cruel enough to himself. Otherwise, the prince of a dignified country might be willing to sing with the wine, just to seek a day of comeback.

How much I hated Zongluo, who indirectly caused the destruction of the Yu family, and sent him to Dayuan as a hostage, Beizhou's cousin's nemesis. After the death of the Third Prince of Great Yuan, Ye Linghan, who knew that he was taking care of him privately, had a complicated mood.

It's... the only person in this foreign land who treats him so well.

Standing in front of the military camp, no one would have thought that Wei Guo's proton would actually urge the horse that had just been borrowed from the Xuanqi Army.

Seeing that he was about to rush to the gate of the barracks, if he didn't stop, he would collide with someone, and he would be half-crippled if he didn't die.

The garrison shouted sternly, "Stop! Those who trespass on the barracks will be killed without mercy!"

However, the black army horse had no intention of stopping.

The sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground was rapid, like the beat of a drum, pounding, pounding, and it was about to step on the soldier who had just uttered wild words.

At the critical moment, the military horse raised its front hooves high, and the horse's mouth roared.

Everyone's eyes flashed, and Ye Linghan grabbed the reins and stopped dangerously in front of the guards. The air exhaled from the horse's nose sprayed the garrison's face, making the latter's face pale with fright.

This time, the people who were still making fun of him just now stopped talking.

A small demonstration episode is enough to show the superb proton riding of Wei Guo.

Although he was frightened, the other party was also a proton of a country, and he was the first to talk behind his own back.

Ye Linghan didn't pay attention to these irrelevant people at all.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the swordsman in white, with a tension that he hadn't even noticed.

"you......"

He opened his mouth and got stuck in the middle again.

Ye Linghan didn't know how to face Zong Luo, let alone what he should say after seeing him face to face.

Over the past year, Ye Linghan's mood has been extremely complicated.

He has many questions to ask.

I wanted to ask why Zongluo didn't die, what happened to his eyes, and why he didn't return to Dayuan since he didn't die, but waited until a year later to suddenly appear in the cold palace.

I want to ask him why he wanted to help him in the first place, why he did so much in private, even his biological father and brother are far away to enjoy themselves in Wei, and no one has ever wanted to pull himself in the quagmire. Enough to oppose the prince of the enemy country.

It was him.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, Zong Luo turned to the side, and the Chi Bai Ling also raised her eyes.

"your eyes......"

Ye Linghan's voice was dry: "What's going on?"

No answer.

After a long time, Zong Luo seemed to suddenly realize. He cupped his hands and said, "Is this lord asking about the words of Caomin? This... Caomin doesn't know, it's like this when he wakes up."

Grass people?

Ye Linghan suddenly felt absurd: "Why do you call yourself the third prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

"Young Master Ye, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

The student who had just been stunned by the accident also came back to his senses and took a breath.

Who does not know that the third prince has died at Hangu Pass, and it has been more than a year now.

Even Zong Luo shook his head slightly, with a helpless expression on his face: "Young Master, what you said really broke me. Although I am amnesia and forget the past, it is impossible for the Third Highness."

"Have you lost your memory?" Ye Linghan exclaimed in a low voice.

In this short period of less than half a stick of incense, he was too frightened. So much so that after Zong Luo said that he had lost his memory, Ye Linghan found that the questions that he had been troubled by before and could not be answered could actually make sense.

That's right, if it wasn't for memory loss, how could he not return to the Great Abyss?

He never thought about the possibility that the person in front of him was not the third prince, not to mention the voice and appearance, even the sword intent was the same.

Wait... Sword Intent?

"No, if you lose your memory, why is your sword intent still the same as usual? Why did you appear in the cold palace that day to save the eighth prince?"

Ye Linghan keenly discovered the loopholes in Zong Luo's words, and pressed him step by step.

Zong Luo did not hurry: "Although he lost his memory, he still remembers his martial arts skills. He can use a sword when he picks it up. Even I am quite confused. As for that day in the palace... but in the Lanting Waterside Pavilion. I got lost, and I couldn't see the next person along the way. I couldn't see, so I could only grope around. Fortunately, I met the Eighth Highness to show me the way. Later, I saw someone bullying His Highness. It's a coincidence how the adults knew about this."

These remarks can be described as heaven/clothes/seamless, let alone Ye Linghan, even if Emperor Yuan sent dark guards to investigate, he still couldn't find any loopholes.

Ye Linghan still didn't believe it: "If that's the case, then why do you have a seven-star Longyuan on your body? Everyone in the world knows that this is the sword of the third prince."

The students were in an uproar.

No one would have imagined that the sect student who defeated the madman Gongsun You at the Baijia Banquet and made a name for himself would wear the sword of Qixing Longyuan, one of the top ten famous swords in the world.

finally come.

Zong Luo smiled slightly in his heart, but his face was still calm.

"This sword was by my side when I woke up."

The swordsman in white said: "The day I entered the Great Abyss, the great commander saw it. Later, the King of Beining returned to the dynasty and reconfirmed it again. Maybe I was fortunate enough to have a similar appearance to that Highness, but it's nothing to be concerned about."

Before Zong Luo said this, Ye Linghan didn't believe anything he said.

But after carrying it out of Yu Beizhou, even he was a little uncertain.

Even his cousin said so, so...is it really his mistake?

Ye Linghan was in shock, hesitant in his heart.

He lowered his eyes to look at Zong Luo who was standing there.

The latter was still standing there, his black hair tied up behind him, and his chest was lined with a pine green front, embroidered with pale golden lines. Obviously the style is ordinary, but he wears an unspeakable extravagance.

The brighter the posture is, the more it looks like the full moon in autumn frost, the more the white silk is abruptly set off.

Looking at it like this, for some reason, Ye Linghan didn't dare to look at his face again.

In a short period of time, it was so dazzling that people couldn't bear to look at it more.

Ye Linghan suddenly realized that even though he hated Zong Luo at the beginning, in his heart, those brief glimpses still left an indelible impression.

He clearly hadn't met Zong Luo a few times, but he closed his eyes, but he was still able to describe the person's appearance in his mind. Even every strand of hair and the subtle expressions on his face seemed to be engraved in his mind.

Can ordinary people really have such a bearing, such a sword intent?

Ye Linghan loosened the reins and suddenly turned over and dismounted.

He pursed his lips tightly, and ordered the servants to go to the Xuanqi Barracks to call someone.

This time, even the students from the hundreds of schools on the side can't stand it anymore: "Young Master Ye, why is this? This Xiongtai has already strongly denied it. If you call Xuanqi over, wouldn't it make people unable to come down from the stage?"

Calling the Xuan Cavalry Army, is it because you want people to identify the old master in person? Isn't this crazy what is it?

Even the servant hesitated again and again, just as he was about to say something, he saw a noise from the Xuanqi military camp.

The cavalry they had just trained had returned, and now they were leading the horses back to the stables one by one.

In this battle of receiving horses, a mysterious cavalryman walked out of the barracks leading a divine horse that was all white and skilful like a cloud.

From a distance, this horse has long, slender hooves, a gorgeous mane, and a sharp-edged posture, looking around. As soon as he appeared, he attracted the eyes of all the students and soldiers present.

"That's the mount used by the Third Highness, right by the night?"

"Of course it is. Even Xuanqi's Lima, if you look closely, is still flawed. Apart from Zhaoye Bai, where else can there be such a majestic and variegated white horse in other countries."

They watched from a distance, all with envy on their faces.

Zhao Yebai is also famous among the famous horses. If he can help him, the hunting art will basically win most of the time.

Zong Luo was quite proud in his heart.

Zhao Yebai is a horse from the West, traveling thousands of miles a day, and it is hard to find a thousand dollars. When Guiguzi gave Zhao Yebai to him, it was just a little pony, and it was Zongluo who raised it little by little, and that's what it is today.

Everyone was watching this famous horse, but Zhao Yebai, who was following the cavalry, was a little anxious.

It lowered its eyes and stared at the turf on the ground, digging the soil with its front hooves.

"What's wrong? Is today's horse grass bad?"

The Xuan Cavalry touched its horse's head.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yebai, who has always been docile, turned his head to avoid it, blinked his big eyes twice, suddenly broke free from his reins, and ran towards one place.

"Hey, don't run!"

The Xuan Cavalry looked at the empty palms and couldn't help but be shocked.

Zhao Yebai is well-behaved and docile on weekdays, his temperament is better than that of ordinary military horses, and he is extremely human.

When Zongluo was still around, he didn't even tie the reins to it very much. Later, after the third prince died in battle, he originally thought that his horse followed him, but Zhao Yebai ran back to Xuanqi's barracks by himself after a few days.

Because of this, everyone kept hope, and the cavalry often even bathed and talked to this humane horse, hoping that Zhao Yebai would lead them to the whereabouts of His Highness.

Even the current general of the Xuanqi, Mu Yuanlong, took good care of it, not mixing it with other military horses in the barracks, even removing the saddle, and not choosing another owner for it.

Everyone hopes that one day its owner can come back.

Even if they knew it, it was nothing but extravagance.

The Xuan Cavalry quickly chased after him.

However, how can two legs run faster than four legs, not to mention Zhao Yebai, a thousand-mile horse with full firepower.

"Da da da da da..."

Zhao Yebai held his reins and ran over like a gust of wind. He rushed to Zong Luo from the gate of the Xuanqi Barracks from a distance. He handed over the rope in his mouth as if he was taking credit, and looked at him obediently with blinking eyes.

The cavalry who arrived later wore black armor, walked like flying, and raised a loud voice: "I'm sorry, this horse was the horse that our Highness used to love, just because I didn't take good care of it and let it run into you... .."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhao Yebai holding the reins and handing it over to a young man in white with his back turned to him, and rubbing his head into someone else's arms in front of everyone's eyes.

cavalry:"......"

Is this still the cold horse of the day?

Could it be that the other party carried some delicious horse grass with him, which made Zhao Yebai unable to control it?

On the other end, seeing Zong Luo ignore it, Zhao Yebai muttered a few words aggrievedly, and went up to rub Zong Luo's finger.

The white horse walked around its owner a little anxiously for several times, and then it seemed to realize something. It suddenly lowered its head and bent over, and suddenly put the man on the horse's back. Run to the door.

Everyone was shocked by this change, only Wei Guo Proton held the reins tightly.

"This... How could Young Master Gu be kidnapped by a horse like that?"

It is impossible for a horse not to recognize its owner.

With the appearance of Zhao Yebai, there is no suspense in this Li Kui Li Gui drama.

It's really him.

Ye Linghan breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

If Zongluo loses his memory, he will not know that he is the "Proton of Wei" that the students from the Baijia School just said, let alone leave a bad impression.

After all, for him, the current self... is just an ordinary passerby.

Thinking of this, Ye Linghan's chest was filled with inexplicable anxiety.

There was restlessness, there was loss, and there was something more complicated.

In the end, these things are superimposed and turned into a faint self-deprecation.

The parties do not remember the favor at the beginning, but he is thinking wildly here.

He couldn't even ask "Why did you take care of me in the first place".

Ye Linghan held the reins and his hands turned white for a moment, then suddenly raised the whip, turned the horse's head without saying a word, and chased towards the city.

When the two horses left one after the other, Xuan Qi looked stunned and looked at the back from a distance, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

He stood still for a few seconds, suddenly trembling all over, and rushed back to the barracks. Without even having time to report, he plunged into the martial arts arena.

Mu Yuanlong, who was practicing in the martial arts field, could not help frowning, and said coldly: "So rash, have you forgotten all the rules of the military camp?"

The cavalry stood there, stammering and speechless.

"Liu Qi, didn't you take Zhao Yebai out to let the wind out, Zhao Yebai?"

Mu Yuanlong looked at his unrepentant appearance, his eyebrows twitched deeper and deeper, he put down the machete, and his face was solemn.

"Mu Jiang... I, I... I just... Zhao Yebai, yes, Zhao Yebai."

Liu Qi's face turned red: "Zhao Yebai took His Highness away!"