Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The Dayuan Palace has always been a symbol of majesty and solemnity.

Every morning when the ministers got up early to go to court, the sky was just dimly lit. Looking at the dim reflection of the tall palace column catching the sky light and projected on the flat floor tiles, it is inevitable that there is an inexplicable fear in my heart.

This fear has intensified since Emperor Yuan took the throne.

Veterans who have experienced the changes in the past all know that the land they measured under their feet was once soaked in blood on the night of the palace change.

The young Emperor Yuan was wearing armor and carrying a long sword stained with blood, and entered the palace from outside the palace gate.

He stepped on his brother's corpse under his feet, his eyes were as cold as a knife, like an angered sword, and he climbed the white jade stone steps in front of the hall step by step, leaving a string of scarlet footprints.

No one knows what happened in the hall.

They only knew that Emperor Yuan walked out of the hall.

From then on, tyranny and strict tyranny ruled.

However, tonight, the Grand Palace finally became more lively and more popular.

Last year, the whole country mourned because of the incident of the third prince. Da Yuan had not held such a large-scale, highest-standard palace banquet for a long time.

There was corresponding joy on everyone's faces, and they were peaceful. The inner servants carried bright lanterns in their hands, illuminating the entire palace like daytime, and guiding everyone towards the hall.

After hearing Zong Ruichen's words just now, Zong Luo's pupils shrank for a while, and he was about to ask in a low voice, but suddenly heard the voice of the hour in front of him. So he pulled a servant and walked towards the palace with Ye Linghan and Zong Ruichen.

As he walked, he asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else in your dream? What is the specific content?"

Zong Ruichen hesitated: "Third brother, it's okay, it's just an ordinary nightmare."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Brother Sanhuang, and found that the latter's face was full of seriousness and solemnity. Although he didn't understand it in his heart, he realized that Zong Luofei paid more attention to it than usual, so he quickly pressed down his fear and said in a succinct manner: "It's like this"

It's strange to say, it was a dream from a few days ago, and after I finished it, I broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't sleep again. But when I think about it again today, there is only a faint outline left, and the details inside are almost forgotten.

The beginning of the dream is Zong Ruichen's daily life in the cold palace.

Perhaps because his daily life was too monotonous and boring, he didn't realize that he was dreaming in the dream, but repeated it step by step.

"I don't remember this dream very well. It seems that something happened in the middle. It seems that Zong Hongjiu was talking about the third brother. I was very angry at the time, and I pretended to be crazy and rushed up to beat him."

Zong Ruichen said with a smile, "I was so happy when I dreamed of being here, that one is called Jie Qi."

The next scene I remembered again was a palace banquet that was staggered.

As for why he knew it was a palace banquet, because Zong Ruichen was wearing a mian suit in his dream.

He is a transparent person in the palace. Even during the new year, Emperor Yuan never thought that there was an eighth prince in the cold palace. The only time to wear Mianfu is every year on the birthday of Emperor Yuan.

"I don't seem to be standing with the third brother in my dream and I'm still pretending to be crazy and selling stupid." Zong Ruichen tried to recall the scene in his dream: "In order not to be noticed, I went to the Royal Garden to find a quiet and no one to squat in a corner, I saw Zong Hongjiu come over with Ye Linghan."

When he said these words, Zong Ruichen looked back and saw that Ye Linghan was silently following behind them, with a short distance between them, so he continued to speak with confidence.

"Then Ye Linghan exposed me in public. Zong Hongjiu was furious and said that he dared to pretend to be crazy and cheated on him for so long, and he beat him last time, so he ordered the servants to catch me. I don't remember very well, but they gave me a drink. I got a glass of water, and I was so sick that I was thrown on the ground by them."

Even in a dream, Zong Ruichen could clearly remember the discomfort at that time.

He wanted to call for help, but his throat hurt as if it was burning, and he couldn't make any sound, so he could only tear off his clothes in vain.

Struggling in the dimness, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

Zong Ruichen heard the inner servant questioning him in a high-pitched voice why he was so bold.

Yuan Jia seemed to be trying hard to save him, so he quickly summoned the guards to question him. Some of them said hesitantly that they had seen the Ninth Prince come. Several people said that they had not seen it, and some said that they had seen the fourth prince. After all, there was no conclusion.

Then, there was an extremely indifferent voice.

"Who is this?"

Zong Ruichen murmured: "I heard it, it was the voice of the father, the father asked who this is. One of the servants replied that it was His Highness the Eighth Highness, and added that it is the one whom His Royal Highnesses usually love the most. A royal brother."

Immediately afterwards, Zong Ruichen heard that the surroundings fell into a dead silence in an instant. Everyone fell to their knees.

The emperor's voice suddenly changed, and it was bone-chilling.

"No need to check."

He coldly ordered: "What are you still doing, the rules in the palace are decorations?"

According to the palace rules, if the imperial court loses its honor, it is to be killed by a stick.

The prince's words can be opened to one side, with thirty sticks.

"After speaking, the servant raised his voice and started driving, and the emperor left." Zong Ruichen said, "I, as well as the talkative servant, were all dragged down."

It's just that he has always been malnourished, and his body doesn't know what to do.

Every stick dropped by the palace servant who was executing the execution seemed to hurt to the bones under such a sensitive body, and he woke up before he could endure thirty sticks.

The hand of the prince in white tucked under his sleeve was carved into the palm of his hand.

After a long while, he comfortably touched Zong Ruichen's head with the other hand: "It's alright, it's just a dream, it can't be real."

Seeing that Zong Luo's face was fine, Zong Ruichen was relieved.

He nodded heavily: "third brother, it's okay, I'm not afraid."

"In the future, I will follow the third brother to the battlefield, how could I be frightened by a nightmare! Besides, the third brother has been protecting me all the time. If the third brother was also in the dream, he would never watch me being killed. Bully."

Zong Luo smiled: "Of course."

His heart is far less peaceful and relaxed than it appears on the surface.

Because Zong Luo is clear. The nightmare that Zong Ruichen just seemed to understate was something that really happened in a previous life.

In this life, because he fluttered his butterfly wings to death, the following series of events were postponed.

At the beginning, he received a secret letter from Xue Yushi at the border gate. It said that the eighth prince was hated by Zong Hongjiu in order to protect him. Later, after Ye Linghan informed him, he didn't know what method he used to stab the imperial front, and in the end he failed to survive thirty sticks. , was beaten to death in front of the palace.

When he was talking just now, Xiao Ba had been picking the right ones, deliberately making his tone excited, but he didn't want to worry him too much. In fact, however, the truth will always be more thrilling than the telling.

"Three Highness, Eighth Highness."

The group of them walked outside the hall, and the waiter immediately greeted them, took them to a position close to the boss, and arranged to be seated properly.

On this occasion, Ye Linghan, who was still the Crown Prince of Wei State, was ranked quite high.

But he didn't take his seat, but took a step back and stood behind Zongluo.

Pei Qianxue, who was coming in at the side, saw it and frowned without a trace.

However, this slight expression was never seen again after his eyes fell on Zong Luo.

Pei Qianxue smiled slightly: "Jin Yu, I've been busy with things recently. I can congratulate you in the future. I heard that you are gradually recovering your memory?"

Recently, there was a sudden blizzard in the northern part of Dayuan, and people were affected. Pei Qianxue was presiding over the disaster relief and was too busy to touch the ground. After the Qing ceremony, I didn't see Zong Luo for a while.

Of course, if it weren't for the busyness of this period, Zong Luo thought, with Pei Qianxue's keenness, it is impossible that he hadn't found the slightest clue by now.

But soon.

So Zong Luo avoided the important and said lightly: "There is such a thing."

After chatting with Pei Qianxue for a while, the rest of the princes came one after another.

Zong Luo noticed that Zong Chengsi and Zong Hongjiu almost arrived in the hall one after the other, with a familiar figure behind one of them.

After all, Zong Luo still cares about what Zong Ruichen said just now. He made up his mind in his heart to ask Gongsun You, who had easily won the respect of Zong Chengsi, after he could move freely.

Immediately afterwards, Zong Yuanwu and Zong Yongliu also took their seats in turn, the former froze after seeing him, and felt a little guilty. The latter is still looking for trouble, thinking that the opposite Zong Luo can't see, his eyes are presumptuously looking at the three emperors who survived the disaster.

The prince in white sat there like this, with his eyes bound on the white silk, his expression was calm, as if he was unaware of the sights that were cast on him, scrutinizing, scrutinizing, or curious.

He sits on the throne of the prince, which is itself a kind of self-defeating rumor.

After about an incense stick, all the courtiers and guests had finished their seats, and a notification sound came from a distance.

"The Holy One is here!"

In an instant, everyone stood up from their seats, turned to their heads, and saluted respectfully: "Meet Your Majesty, Your Majesty is as blessed as the East Sea, Longevity, Long Live, Long Live."

Emperor Yuan, dressed in a twelve-chapter crown, came pacing.

Dressed in the traditional costume of the emperor of Dayuan, the background color is black and red, and the edges are rolled with lines. Wearing gold and inlaid jade, Mian Hao became more and more concave, making people dare not look directly at him.

After he was seated on the dragon couch, he raised his hand: "All the ministers forgive the ceremony, and give me tea."

The palace servant, who was standing by the side, immediately knelt forward and made tea for the cup on the table.

The Holy One gave tea, and everyone naturally wanted to thank them.

After these tedious etiquettes have gone through a round, the next step is the music show to add to the fun.

The ethereal sound of chimes echoed in the hall, and the Wu music and dance adapted by Da Yuan could not only play the role of prayer and blessing, but also be beautiful. No matter what kind of banquet, from the emperor to the commoners, they are all willing to use Wu Le dance to get a lot of money.

When the witches were playing music and dancing, Zong Luo felt his father's eyes falling lightly from the top of his head, circling around him, frowning, and then withdrew his gaze.

In the end, he still didn't know what he said to Yuan Jia next to him.

Watching Yuan Jia like Zong Luo who came to him: "???"

His scalp tightened, and he subconsciously began to read his memory in his mind, recalling whether he had done anything bad recently to get caught.

In fact, it wasn't just him, almost everyone in the hall noticed this little episode.

Originally, the prince's seat was at the top, enjoying the attention of everyone. It was the interaction between the saint and the third prince. At this time, not many people put their minds on the gorgeous and light Wu Lewu in front of them, and they all perked up their ears.