Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Gu Ziyuan suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He sat up straight from the bed, covered in cold sweat.

Since the day before yesterday, despite the advice of the Confucian students, he broke into the Third Prince's Mansion after hearing the news, and Gu Ziyuan has lived here.

However, Gu Ziyuan used to study hard, learn martial arts, and laziness. In addition, his body was already weak, and as long as he was caught by wind and cold, it was easy to have a high fever. Zongluo felt ashamed of him, so he invited him to live in the manor to recuperate, just as the imperial doctor was there.

In any case, the Third Prince's family has a great business, and a Gu Ziyuan can still afford it.

Gu Ziyuan stammered when he heard this invitation: "This is not good."

After speaking, he felt a little regretful in his heart, afraid that Zong Luo thought he meant to refuse.

Fortunately, Zongluo was well versed in social rhetoric, so he didn't care about Gu Ziyuan's refusal, but invited him again, saying that there happened to be two imperial doctors in his house, so it was unnecessary.

Gu Ziyuan breathed a sigh of relief and agreed with a blushing face.

It happened that Zong Luo was also forced to stay in the mansion to drink medicine for the past two days, and did not go out much.

So Gu Ziyuan sat in the small pavilion with a book and a stove every day, but his mind was not on the book at all, but the prince in white who danced a sword under the plum blossom tree not far away.

Where the sword tip pointed, a cluster of plum blossoms and snow fell one after another.

After a few days of conditioning, Gu Ziyuan felt much better.

Most of the medicines used to treat wind-cold have a hypnotic effect, and this is the same tonight. After dinner and drinking the medicine, Gu Ziyuan went back to the guest room early to rest.

Because of the hypnotic effects of the drug, these nights are a dreamless state.

What Gu Ziyuan didn't expect was that he had a dream tonight, hazy.

In the dream, he was still a Confucian disciple, and he also won the leader of calligraphy. After the Baijia Banquet, he was full of energy and decided to stay in Dayuan and successfully entered the Zhaowen Pavilion that he wanted to enter.

Gu Ziyuan's point of view followed himself in the dream, watching him clean up the vast sea of ​​bamboo slips in the Zhaowen Pavilion every day, and write the annals of history for the previous dynasty. Occasionally reading at night with the lights on, life is extremely peaceful, similar to three o’clock and one line.

Strangely, there seems to be no brother Luo in the dream.

He doesn't seem to know Brother Luo either.

He was full of curiosity, but the body in the dream was not under his control, so he could only watch 'Gu Ziyuan' continue his bland and boring daily life.

Until one day, a former classmate invited him to a teahouse for a small gathering. After three rounds of tea, they began to chat about the recent situation around the Imperial City of Great Yuan.

"Today's Imperial City is really not very good///Anping. After this gathering, I don't know when I will be able to come out for tea next time."

'Gu Ziyuan' finally asked curiously, "Why do you say this all of a sudden? Isn't it good recently, and there is no war with the outside world, there is only one Wei Kingdom left, and Da Yuan will be able to pacify the world. This is the first time in thousands of years. Merit."

"Oh, Brother Gu, you really don't hear anything outside the window, and you only focus on cultivating the history of the previous dynasty."

The man said: "It's really good to the outside world, but now the imperial city is very turbulent, don't you know? Since the third prince was sent to the border by the holy superior, the imperial city's situation of seizing the reserve has become more and more serious. Previously, it was only five The sixth prince, and now the fourth prince has also joined. It is said that the King of Beining admires him quite a bit, and he does not know who will inherit the throne in the end.

Three princes? !

Gu Ziyuan's heart was beating fast.

He wanted to speak, but he heard his involuntary voice: "Didn't all the princes of Dayuan be selected by the shaman sacrifice ceremony? I remember that the shaman sacrifice ceremony was not held long ago, why haven't he established a heir?"

"Today's sage's thoughts must be figured out with ordinary people's thoughts."

The classmate drank a sip of tea, and finally couldn't hold back. He secretly glanced around and lowered his voice: "But this matter, there are also many speculations among the people. Many people guess that it is Taiwu's fortune-telling prophecy that day. The prince is not the same one, or it was predicted that there will be changes in the future to seize the reserve, so it was simply postponed."

'Gu Ziyuan' said thoughtfully: "So it is. When I was cultivating history, I also saw bamboo slips before Dayuan. Earlier, it was not that there were no emperors who wanted to go against the prophecy of the witch sacrifice ceremony. During the period, the Great Yuan almost fell to the point of destroying the country, and since then, it has all come according to the rules of the witch sacrifice ceremony."

"That's not it." The classmate sighed: "It's just pity, Your Highness, when I was studying, I was hungry and cold, and I received the grace of His Highness in the north of the city."

"After the Third Highness was sent to the border gate, all the students in the imperial city who had received His Highness's favor stood outside the palace gate for a day and a night, jointly signed a letter, but never responded. If it hadn't happened that time, no one would have thought that His Highness had helped So many poor students."

As he spoke, he slammed the table viciously and said something outrageous: "The sage today is cruel and cruel, and one day, all these will have to be retributed on the head of Da Yuan."

‘Gu Ziyuan’ did not speak.

In other words, he himself is not interested in this topic, after all, he does not know the third prince at all.

It's someone who doesn't get along at all.

However, the 'Gu Ziyuan' in the dream was indifferent, while the dreamed Gu Ziyuan was in a hurry.

He had already found out that it was a dream, but no matter how hard he struggled, it would be nothing if he didn't wake up from the dream. He couldn't walk or move, so he was forced to use his body to watch.

In the middle, it is like a revolving lantern.

Dreams are always like this. It is obvious that a lot has been experienced in the dream, and even many years have passed, but when we wake up, people often only remember the most important plot or a few scattered parts.

Gu Ziyuan is the same.

Waiting to turn around again, it seems to be another morning.

He slowly walked out of the Zhaowen Pavilion with the book in his arms, and happened to hear the fierce voices of officers and soldiers outside.

"All go in! All go in! If you haven't heard the order, you are not allowed to go out at will, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

Those who put this history aside are all weak scholars. Thinking about it too, Da Yuan is heavy on martial arts, and those who can learn martial arts generally choose places that are more oily and promising, rather than come here.

So everyone silently took a step back and closed the doors and windows.

Since he couldn't leave, 'Gu Ziyuan' walked over to the lined bookcase, picked up a book, and flipped through it in a hurry.

Behind him, others were whispering.

"This is how the same thing?"

"Zhaowen Pavilion is close to the palace. I'm afraid something has changed. Since the saint suddenly fell ill and fell into a coma, the entire imperial city is in a state of turmoil. It's better for us to go out less."

'Gu Ziyuan' was reading a book by himself, immersed in his own world.

After about half a day, the door of Zhaowen Pavilion finally opened.

'Gu Ziyuan' put down the book and left, and suddenly heard an urgent report from a distance.

"Report - the three princes have rebelled, and they have been executed under the city gate according to the will of the imperial decree."

He didn't stop

Gu Ziyuan woke up.

He lifted the quilt, only to feel dizzy. He drank several glasses of cold water to suppress his shock, and only then did he recover some souls.

"What happened to that dream just now?"

He patted his chest, surprised.

After calming down, Gu Ziyuan finally had room to think.

He remembered the conversation in the dream, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

First, the third prince was sent to the border gate, and later it was said that the third prince had rebelled and was executed at the city gate.

And Brother Luo is clearly in good shape.

"Really, for no reason, how could I have such a dream."

Gu Ziyuan felt terrified.

"Maybe one day I should go to the Wu Temple to see." He said to himself.

Gu Ziyuan also heard that when Jiuxing Lianzhu last year, Quan Dayuan dreamed about the scene of the third prince Hanguguan committing suicide. He was still a little curious, and only later heard that it might be a fairy dream.

Thinking of this, he immediately "bah bah bah" a few times.

That dream just now was definitely not a fairy dream.

But the dream was too real, as if he had really experienced such a lifetime.

However, after all this tossing, Gu Ziyuan couldn't fall asleep.

He was thinking about the idea of ​​scaring himself just now, so he put on a thick robe and pushed open the door.

The mansion of the Three Princes covers a vast area. Even in the middle of the night, there are floor-to-ceiling palace lanterns in the corners of the deep and winding corridors. Every hour, the servants of the night watch will come to refuel. From a distance, it looks like a star has fallen to the ground. It's gorgeous.

Being blown by the cold wind, Gu Ziyuan rubbed his hands, not knowing where to go.

It's naturally not good for a guest to walk around casually at the host's house. Even if he wants to see Brother Luo again in the middle of the night, the family has already rested, and only he is haunted by nightmares and restless.

He walked around a corner and suddenly heard a noise coming from the front.

The little servant led the imperial doctor who was seeing the doctor, and hurriedly walked over with the lantern.

Gu Ziyuan knew that the sage had given two imperial physicians, one to take care of medicine during the day, and the other to keep watch at night in case of emergency. The one who is following the little servant now is the imperial doctor who works at night.

"Ah, Young Master Gu."

The servant who was waiting at the corner looked at it, and hurriedly saluted: "Did you disturb the son?"

"No, no, I was haunted by nightmares in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, I came out and walked."

Gu Ziyuan hurriedly waved his hand, "What's going on ahead? Why is it so rushed in the middle of the night?"

The servant said: "Just now, the servant brought a young master to knock on the door, and he still has His Highness's token in his hand. The imperial doctor is in a hurry because the young master is too seriously injured and cannot afford to delay."

Gu Ziyuan sighed: "His Royal Highness Luo has always helped the weak."

He paused, but still couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice, "Has Your Highness rested now?"

Gu Ziyuan forgot that he went to bed early, and only after waking up did he realize that it was not midnight, but nearly midnight. Zongluo had to drink the medicine three times a day, and the last one had to be taken later.

"His Royal Highness seems to have gone out earlier, and has not returned yet." The servant lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly.

"That's it, that's fine."

After getting the expected answer, Gu Ziyuan folded his wide robes a little disappointedly, and was about to go back to his room when he heard a voice in the distance: "Your Highness."

The servant was a little surprised: "His Royal Highness is back."

Gu Ziyuan raised his head in surprise.

In the dimly lit place, the prince in white was tall and tall, with a somewhat inhuman coldness on his face.

His outermost crane cloak was nowhere to be seen, and blood was still oozing from his neck.

From a distance, the white robe was covered in scarlet, as if plum blossoms had fallen into the snow. Just one glance made one's heart skip a beat.

"It's okay." From a distance, Gu Ziyuan heard Zong Luo whisper: "These are not my blood."