Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Yuan Jia carried the lantern and walked out of the deep corridor of the Wu Temple.

Standing with his hands behind his back, his face froze, Emperor Yuan, who was standing in front of the Great Witch Temple, finally moved.

The cold-hearted emperor turned around and carefully looked at the person behind Yuan Jia. When his sword eyebrows touched the bandage on the latter's neck, he couldn't help but tighten: "What's the matter with the neck?"

Zongluo: ""

Zongluo: "Go back to Your Majesty, I accidentally knocked."

He couldn't say that Yu Beizhou pressed him to the edge of the bath and gnawed him.

This guy is probably a dog, and he was ruthless when he took a bite, and it still hurts now.

Fortunately, there was a bronze mask to cover, so Zong Luo's slightly distorted facial expression was not seen by Emperor Yuan.

Because Zongluo had already agreed with Emperor Yuan earlier that he would not restore his identity as a prince on the surface until his eyes were completely healed and recovered, so Emperor Yuan didn't care too much about his title.

The tyrant paused for a long time, and suddenly asked in a stiff tone: "Have you taken the medicine?"

Yuan Jia, who bowed his head beside him, sighed heavily in his heart.

His Majesty was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted. He finally woke up after the imperial doctor administered acupuncture. After returning to the middle of the injection, he suddenly remembered that he had just hit the Third Highness with a teacup in a rage, so he hurriedly opened his eyes and ordered to continue, They ordered people to go to the palace storeroom to get the fastest-acting special effect gold sore medicine, and asked them to send them there.

As a result, after a lot of tossing, at the end, now it's just a faint sentence about whether the medicine has been applied. He didn't even intend to let the Third Highness know how the medicine was transferred to so many people, and how it was sent to the Great Witch Temple.

Yuan Jia has followed Emperor Yuan for many years, and he knows how stubborn His Majesty is.

Many things, Emperor Yuan never wanted to say, but kept silently in his heart.

Including His Majesty's concern for the Third Highness, it has never been revealed on the surface for so many years.

However, this deep gaze has never diminished. In previous years, as long as the military newspapers handed over by the third highness were always placed on the table, they were always placed in the middle area that was specially divided and sorted out first. Even if Emperor Yuan was resting, he had to immediately inform.

When the Third Highness was dispatching soldiers, the army's rations and forages were always prepared early and supplied first. The new equipment and weapons developed by the examination room were also the first to be sent to Xuanqi.

As long as the Third Highness returns to Beijing, ice cubes in summer, silver charcoal in winter, fresh seasonal fruits, and silk fabrics for tribute from the Western Regions will all be sent as if they don't need money.

It's just that Emperor Yuan rarely awarded rewards on the surface, and he never said it. Director Liao of the Third Prince's Mansion used to be colleagues with Yuan Jia. They were both old people who followed Emperor Yuan's side, and he was considered a favored person on weekdays. Everyone thought that Director Liao had a lot of face, but no one expected that in fact it was entirely up to His Majesty's orders.

But Rao was so, Zong Luo couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

It can't be called flattered, but this is indeed the first time Emperor Yuan has asked about his injury.

In the past, even if he was about to die, he never saw Emperor Yuan to take a look. This time, he asked about such a small injury, and it seemed that he was still blind.

He pondered for a while: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty has already taken the medicine."

Emperor Yuan's face was expressionless, he replied coldly with the word "um", withdrew his eyes, and walked straight up the stairs paved in front of the Great Witch Temple.

The courtiers who were stunned by this scene followed behind.

They really didn't expect that His Majesty did not say a word, and stood at the gate of the Great Witch Temple for so long, just to wait for someone? ? ?

This scene is truly eye-opening.

Who has such a big face, and still needs to be so arrogant today?

What's more, it's not just waiting for someone else, but Emperor Yuan's attitude can really be described with a pleasant look. In the past, such pure words of concern could never have come from the mouth of this tyrant. The last time the minister who was greeted by him about the health of his family, the grass on the grave was almost several meters high after the house was raided. Every courtier sincerely hopes that when he is summoned, he will not receive such thoughtful and heavy care from the emperor.

Now Zong Luo put on a mask and put on the same attire, and other people couldn't recognize whether this was the person Pei Xiang brought before.

However, in the next second, Pei Qianxue walked over very naturally and called out to Ju Jinyu in a low voice.

This time, those who guessed that this was not the third prince just now slapped themselves in the face.

‘Isn’t it? Is the third prince really not dead? ’

The shock in the hearts of the courtiers cannot be described in words at all, and their eyes met each other, full of disbelief. On the long stairs leading to the Great Witch Temple, I don't know how many people were almost tripped over by the corners of their robes.

Today's Qing Si, if it weren't for the generals like Mu Yuanlong and Duan Junhao who need to patrol the imperial city, I'm afraid they would be the first to rush to ask.

When he reached the high platform of the Great Wu Temple, Zong Yuanwu took the lead and couldn't hold back.

He was the first to call Zongluo Sanhuang brother at the Baijia Banquet. Although he hadn't heard the news for so long, he still had doubts in his heart.

"Father, who is this?"

Emperor Yuan glanced at him indifferently, and the ferocious ghost face exerted a heavy and terrifying pressure.

Zong Yuanwu's heart froze, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "It's the son who is reckless."

Although Zong Yuanwu usually has a carefree appearance, he is definitely not stupid. Especially for his father and emperor, Zong Yuanwu has always been respectful and fearful, with the most respectful and cautious attitude.

But it's normal. There are no people in the whole Da Yuan who are not afraid of Emperor Yuan, and even Yu Beizhou, who has always been arrogant and wanton, is quite honest in front of him.

Emperor Yuan said nothing.

He subconsciously waved his hand behind him, and he was just halfway through. After thinking that Zongluo couldn't see anything now, he closed his fists and called out, "Come up."

Pei Qianxue gently pushed Zong Luo.

The latter just woke up like a big dream, and walked up step by step, under the guidance of Yuan Jia, stood on the step below Emperor Yuan that was closest to the Son of Heaven.

The audience was dead silent, and for a moment even forgot to move.

Zong Yuanwu widened his eyes.

He had experienced Emperor Yuan's anger, and he didn't dare to speak again. In fact, among the people present, except for Zong Chengsi and Pei Qianxue, who knew the truth for a long time, everyone seemed to be able to put an egg in their mouths.

Under normal circumstances, the Qing worship stations will come according to strict rules and order.

At the front stood Emperor Yuan, followed by his prince. According to the ranking, the following should be the rest of the royal family, and then the court ministers ranked according to their positions.

There were not many people in the clan with the clan surname, and even in Emperor Yuan's generation, there was no one. Therefore, except for the only seedling with a different surname, Yu Beizhou, the prince immediately followed the ministers, with Xue Yushi, Pei Qianxue and Taiwei San Gong at the head. . As for the princess palace concubine and other female relatives, they were praying for Wu Lewu on the other side, not with them.

Everyone knew what the step on which Zong Luo was standing meant.

If a prince is established, it is naturally the position of the prince. If the prince is not established, in the order of age, that is the position of the third prince.

Last year's death in Hangu Pass, the whole country mourned, and the world was shocked by the third prince of Dayuan, who was still alive!

"how can that be"

Zong Yongliu almost lost his voice, but fortunately he responded in time and lowered his voice.

Standing beside him, Yu Beizhou crossed his arms and stared at Zong Luo's back: "Why is it impossible?"

The Sixth Prince's henchmen hurriedly connected: "Sixth Highness, let alone whether he is or not, as long as His Majesty says he is, then he is."

These Tianzong Yongliu tried his best to win over Yu Beizhou, which was even more torturing and tiring than chasing after your family's young lady.

However, King Ning of Bei's attitude towards him is hot and cold, often indifferent, but occasionally he will give him some sweets to eat. For example, hunting art a few days ago, he actually agreed to the invitation of Zong Yongliu's peers to be the referee. As a result, Zong Yongliu's group of guests all day by day tremblingly try to figure out what the King of Beining is thinking.

No matter what, Zong Yongliu still wants to win over Yu Beizhou.

His situation has already been calculated. It is said that all the invitations of the fifth child have been returned, and Zong Chengsi, who is very interested in Yu Beizhou, has never seen one.

Although he was stabbed several times by the King of Beining at the Baijia Banquet that day, and his face was dull, but who could say for sure if this temperamental man was testing whether he could take on the great responsibility?

At least among the princes, Yu Beizhou was the closest to him.

So Zong Yongliu hurriedly said, "What the lord said is very true."

If it was the third prince, Emperor Yuan didn't say a word.

If the third prince really came back, he should at least explain it, but he didn't even explain it, he just asked people to stand up, and everyone couldn't understand the intention.

Silently following behind Zong Yongliu, Zong Hongjiu, who overheard their conversation, lowered his head and stared at the ground, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

Yes, whether it is or not, as long as the father says yes, then he is.

So, the conversation I overheard in Zhang Palace last time

Zong Hongjiu just felt dizzy and didn't dare to think further.

It turned out that the heir that the father had always wanted was the third prince?

He was horrified and terrified, realizing that he might have inadvertently spied on a great secret.

"Don't worry too much, Your Highness."

At this moment, the gangster whispered again: "I have heard of this amnesiac blind student before, who has been in the limelight recently. Even if it is the third prince, there is absolutely no hope for his appearance now. Your Highness might as well be earlier. Make a plan, if you can take advantage of the amnesia, you will be able to do more."

Now everyone is walking around and changing positions, although there are voices to cover up, but in the public, the partisans did not understand the words too clearly, in short, they understood everything.

Zong Yongliu responded, looking at the back of Zong Chengsi in front of him, his face became a little more sinister.

Previously, he couldn't figure out why the Fourth Emperor had been paying so much attention to this student, and even sent the medicinal pills. Now it seems that Zong Chengsi may have gotten the news long ago, even before him.

Hidden deep enough

On the other side, Zong Luo, who was standing behind Emperor Yuan, seemed to be unaware of the undercurrents surging below.

No matter whether these people were beaten to death, they knew it, or what other circumstances, no matter what Emperor Yuan said, as long as he did not publicly admit that he was the third prince, the people below could only hold back.

This was also the route Zongluo had planned for himself earlier.

As long as his eyes haven't healed for a day, he doesn't have to stand in the storm circle in the center of the Seized Chu Chu.

Just as he was pondering, the first stage of the Qing Dynasty had ended.

Zong Luo was about to slowly retreat along the crowd when a majestic and cold voice suddenly came from in front of him.

"Follow."

He was silent for a moment, still raised his feet, continued to lag behind, and followed behind Emperor Yuan.