Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The imperial chariot, which had not moved for a long time, finally drove away slowly and left at the gate of the Great Witch Temple.

When everyone saw it, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The big Buddha didn't leave, they didn't even dare to discuss, and the sound of breathing seemed to be lighter.

There are too many things happening at the Qing Ceremony today, everyone is anxious to plan to go back, and the princes also need to discuss with the disciples. If the third prince really comes back, what should be the plan.

Emperor Fang Caiyuan was there, but no one dared to speak out. Even Zong Yuanwu, after being reprimanded, only dared to look at Zong Luo from a distance, and did not dare to come forward even to say a word.

Only after he left did these undercurrents become more apparent, and they continued to surge under the imperial city.

the other side.

The prince in white sat stiffly on the carriage like a bamboo knot, his back was straight, and his heart was numb.

Zong Luo thought, is it because the thief God knows that he died wrongly in his last life, so he has given him so much false warmth in this life.

He worked so hard in his last life and looked forward to it for so long, and the affirmation that he could not ask for was actually said by Emperor Yuan in this life.

Ironic. In the end, this look is still funny enough.

If he knew how to show weakness in his previous life, wouldn't it have been a different ending?

After saying "I have never been disappointed in you", Emperor Yuan kept his mouth shut.

The car was silent again, as if the previous conversation had never existed.

This is what Zong Luo is familiar with when he gets along with Emperor Yuan. He is always silent.

The imperial chariots of honor walk outward. Although the appearance is not obvious, the interior decoration of the carriage is undoubtedly in line with the identity of the lord of a country. The solemn tones are the main colors. Even the carriage rolls over the bluestone road without even feeling many bumps, and it is extremely comfortable. .

After a while, the carriage stopped.

Yuan Jia saluted outside: "Your Majesty, the Third Prince's Mansion is here."

Zong Luo's hand on his knee curled slightly.

This is what he had agreed with Emperor Yuan before, not to restore his identity, but to live back to the Prince's Mansion and receive treatment with peace of mind.

"Go." Emperor Yuan closed his eyes and didn't say more.

Yuan Jia lifted the curtain of the car, and Zong Luo responded with a slap and stepped out from the inside, stepping on the ground.

In the distance, the sun slanted westward, the sky was almost dusk, and the sky was burning like a cloud of fire.

The Three Princes Mansion was built at the closest location to the imperial palace, and was originally said to be the residence of Emperor Yuan when he was the prince. Emperor Yuan was also the eldest prince. He was the first to go out of the palace to build his mansion, so he chose an excellent location. A few steps to the west is the palace, the east is the Dongshi, the south is the Dawu Temple, and the north is the Xuanqi's military camp outside the Xuanwu Gate. , it is very convenient to travel.

Even if Zong Luo can't see it now, he can imagine what the Prince's Mansion looks like.

When he just came back from Weiguo, he still lived in the palace for a year because he didn't reach the crown, and he was allowed to leave the palace after he got the military power to train.

Soldiers are trained from early morning to sunset every day, and it is always troublesome to enter the palace after missing the curfew time in the imperial city. So for the sake of convenience, Emperor Yuan awarded him the prince's mansion together, so that he would no longer have to follow the time when the palace was locked.

Zongluo, who was not allowed to live in the palace at that time, had not yet reached the crown when he got his father's original palace, and regarded it as a supreme affirmation.

Therefore, after the Prince's Mansion was handed over to him, he did not want to rebuild it. There is not much gorgeous dress on the outside, but it still follows the style of Emperor Yuan, cold and solemn.

"Welcome Your Highness back to the palace!"

"Welcome Your Highness back to the palace!"

The old butler had already led the whole house's entourage, waiting at the door with lanterns.

As it got closer, seeing Zong Luo's current appearance, the whole house was quieter than a needle had fallen, and he could only hear the footsteps of the honor guard and the horses outside.

Many old people in the mansion had served Emperor Yuan before, so Geng Geng Zhongxin didn't need to say more. Many of the rest were soldiers under his command, who were seriously injured and disabled on the battlefield, received pensions and sent them home, but they stayed here, swearing to be cattle and horses for His Highness for the rest of their lives; The orphan was taken in by Zong Luo in the mansion.

Now that the third prince's eyes are wrapped around the white ling, his expression is still as elegant and easy-going as usual, and even the smile on his face has not been reduced by half, and many of the servants' eyes are red.

Originally, last year, after receiving the news that the Third Prince had died at Hangu Pass, the Third Prince's Mansion should also be disbanded. Naihe Gongzhong hadn't spoken for a long time, and even the monthly cases followed, so this year, he still stood in such an unjustifiable manner.

Who would have thought that a year later, the people in the palace would wait for the news that the third prince was still alive.

"Uncle Liao, it's been a long time since I came back, thanks to you."

Zong Luo paused, not intending to deliberately disguise his memory loss in front of the old housekeeper.

Butler Liao burst into tears, and his voice choked: "Where is the third highness, you are fighting outside for Da Yuan, and it is an honor for you to take care of the house for you. It's an honor to be a slave when you come back. It's good to come back now, just come back."

Yuan Jia also nodded with him.

Yuan Jia and Lao Liao were both old people beside Emperor Yuan, and they had known each other for many years.

The carriage driving out of the palace on the other side happened to stop on the side of the road. The inner servant brought some brocade boxes of medicinal materials, and then unloaded the boxes of medicines. Followed by two old men with medicine boxes, looking at the style of clothes, they were the imperial physicians in the palace.

Yuan Jia warned carefully: "These are all the medicines and people ordered by Your Majesty. They will torture the herbs for His Highness. The needles are administered once every three days, and His Highness must remember to come to the palace every three days."

Uncle Liao nodded: "This old slave will arrange it."

Watching the servants carry the boxes of these medicines into the palace, Yuan Jia bowed his head: "If that's the case, then the old servant will follow His Majesty back to the palace."

"His Royal Highness." The old servant with white hair and beard paused when he left, and said softly, "Your Highness, please take care of yourself. Although this old servant is really inappropriate, if you have time, you come to the palace. You can also visit your Majesty more from time to time, since last year, His Majesty’s body has been getting worse day by day, if you accompany you, maybe it will be more comfortable.”

Just when Yuan Jia was halfway through speaking, a cold snort came from Yu Nian not far away.

Yuan Jia immediately folded his hands and smiled bitterly: "It's the old slave who has overstepped."

"Get up and drive back to the palace!"

The majestic Yu Nian set sail again and slowly left in front of the Third Prince's Mansion.

When the sound of hooves disappeared in front of the mansion, Zong Luo turned around and said with a smile, "Why are you all crying and sad? Today is the day you come back alone, you should be happy."

"Yes." Liao Shuqiang regained his strength and raised his voice again: "This old slave will definitely supervise His Highness to drink medicine on time."

Zongluo: ""

He really doesn't like drugs.

The medicinal bath mainly made of witch medicine is still within the tolerable range. Once it is made into a drinkable medicine, it will be a disaster.

So Zongluo has been ill these years, so he would naively avoid taking medicine.

But fortunately, he has practiced martial arts for many years, and his physical fitness is good, and he only gets sick once in a few years.

Even through a layer of cloth, the old butler's condemning gaze could be felt. He knew that he was right, and he didn't stay at the door any longer. After a few words of greetings, he entered the mansion.

Because of the imperial chariot, the entire street was cleared by the garrison, and almost no one could be seen. Not long after the end of the Qing Dynasty, the news of the third prince's resurrection has not yet spread, so there is no way to attract onlookers.

At the corner of the street, a young man dressed in purple sat on a black horse, looking in the direction of the Third Prince's Mansion with an unpredictable expression.

If the secret conversation overheard earlier still made Ye Linghan a little suspicious, then seeing that Emperor Yuan not only rewarded the medicine, but also dispatched a group of imperial doctors in the palace, the doubts became reality.

He has always been complacent to know the true face of the third prince. As everyone knows, it turns out that all of this is actually preconceived by him.

"His Royal Highness, let's go back earlier. If it's too late, we will be charged again."

Since Proton lives in Dayuan, there are naturally rules. He can't come back too late at night, and the number of times will be recorded. Of course, if those big men send someone to talk about it, the registered person will naturally turn a blind eye.

The servant persuaded in a low voice: "The third prince stabbed you last time, and you didn't tell his secret, so you even repaid the kindness you took care of. Now you should continue to focus on returning to Weiguo."

The most urgent task now is to restore the wrong impression left by Bai Taining's remarks in the Qing Dynasty, and we should hurry to see the envoy of Wei and try our best to deal with it.

The servant couldn't figure it out, his own prince endured humiliation and was ruthless towards others, but he was even more ruthless towards himself. It was impossible to tell which was more important. But after the end of the Qing ceremonies, he still chased after him, and he had to look at the third prince from a distance, but it was incomprehensible.

Ye Linghan murmured to himself: "Yes, I've paid for it, it really doesn't matter."

He just had never tasted this kind of warmth, so he wanted to clench it even more tightly. Even to the point of being paranoid.

In the end, it still messed up everything

Yuan Jia returned to the front of the imperial carriage, and the six horses started again and drove towards the palace.

It's strange to say that those words just now are so arrogant that they can no longer be arrogant. In the eyes of everyone, Emperor Yuan, who has always been cruel and ruthless, didn't say anything, but said lightly, "Go and receive the punishment yourself after returning to the palace."

Compared with Da Yuan's cruel punishment and tyranny, there is no doubt that there is a lot of room for manipulating the punishment by himself.

What's more, Yuan Jia himself is the head of the internal affairs. Usually, if he says a word orally, he will deduct a few months' salary at most, which is too light to be light.

Yuan Jia knew it in his heart, so he hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En."

There was no more sound in the curtain.

Emperor Yuan closed his eyes again, hanging one hand on the large square table, closing his eyes and resting.

The mighty guard of honor finally entered the palace.

Because he took a detour to send the third prince, and stayed in front of the mansion for a long time, when the imperial carriage stopped, the night had already fallen.

Winter nights always come earlier and longer.

The chamberlain carried the palace lanterns, and the swaying warm yellow flames lit up the Grand Palace, swaying and pushing a path, as if dotted with stars.

Emperor Yuan got out of the car, seeing that it was still early, and preparing to go to Zhanggong to continue handling government affairs.

After some memorials were approved in the Great Wu Temple, they were transported back by wooden carts, because there was a delay and there was a lot of room left.

Just when he picked up the pen and frowned in reply to a nonsense letter, Yuan Jia came in and announced in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince asks to see you."