Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

For a moment, the bustling footsteps on the ten-mile-long street, the cries of small vendors, people chatting cheerfully, the tumbling of bamboo pulp pushing away the waves in the distance, and the shouting of children pulling leather ropes away one after another.

The whole world was silent, leaving only the voice of Yu Beizhou.

It wasn't the first time he felt this way, especially after the long nine years in his previous life.

From the moment he made his voice, Yu Beizhou had a clear premonition. He had a premonition that his life would be smooth and omnipotent.

It has nothing to do with his abilities, nothing to do with his birth, but a kind of guidance.

Power status is certainly something he has pursued, but compared to clearly knowing that he is alive, those are like passing clouds and clouds, and they are useless.

This was something Yu Beizhou took nine years to figure out.

The general in red and white fur raised his chin slightly, without concealing his arrogance: "Those people are all around me like puppets, like buzzing flies, they are extremely annoying."

"What I want, I will naturally get it myself, why do I need their help?"

Yes.

How could Zongluo forget that Yu Beizhou was always a proud person. It is precisely because of this that the readers who held the banner of no cp in the original book comment area actually overwhelmed all the different male allotments. Of course, looking at the trend of Yu Beizhou's previous life, it is indeed to cut down everyone's beauty.

Zong Luo smiled bitterly in his heart.

Yu Beizhou said that those male supporting roles were in love with his skin, and Zongluo didn't feel much when they rushed up to flatter him.

Because Yu Beizhou didn't know it, but he knew that all of this was just a novel by Long Aotian. In the plot setting, those male supporting characters should surround the protagonist, just like the stars and the moon, no matter how Zong Luo swings his hoe, he can't dig a corner.

But when Yu Beizhou said that he felt that these people's feelings towards him were inexplicable, false, and without the slightest reason, Zong Luo panicked, and then there was a deep sense of absurdity.

Is it possible that the person in the book realizes that his world is a book?

It's not that Zongluo didn't think so, but to be honest, it's unlikely.

Although there are immortals in this world and there are vast and splendid mythological civilizations, in the end, the slave society has just ended, and it is transforming into a feudal society. Even the concept of books is mostly based on the theories of hundreds of schools, histories, and other serious things recorded. Basically, travel notes are used for consumption and entertainment, and it is even more impossible to create a vocabulary concept such as "transmigrating books".

Because of this, Zong Luo felt more and more horrified.

Without this concept, Yu Beizhou could sense that something was wrong with those people in his previous life, and it would be unimaginable if he got a little hint.

Just because of this topic, the two of them had been standing in the middle of the street for a while before they knew it.

A group of guards who caught the thief just now also escorted the prisoner over and returned to order: "My lord, your third highness."

The people standing farther away were in an uproar.

No one would have imagined that this noble person who came all the way, bought a lot of things, and made a lot of money was actually the third prince they always respected and admired!

"It's no wonder that His Highness has come all the way, and the money has been given too much!"

The old man who made the sugar painting just now had trembling hands, patted his legs, and was speechless.

In the eyes of these people, Zongluo is nothing different from the god of war, the star of salvation.

Although it is an exaggeration, it is true.

In disaster relief every year, the mansion of the three princes takes the lead in making contributions; in battles, they are the first to rush to the front, and every time they leave the apprenticeship, there will be good news; to be more subtle, several pawnshops in the south of the city are under the name of the third prince, and the restaurants serve porridge. Free medical consultation.

Just like Ming Tai//Ancestor, who was born in an ordinary family, he understands the suffering of ordinary people better.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Zong Luo didn't wear the power fence today, but took it off, I'm afraid he won't need to spend a penny along the way, and he will definitely get more things than he does now.

Although he was called out of identity, at least he had a reason to change the subject.

Zong Luo hurriedly said: "This is the person who just stole? Which country are you from?"

The thief gritted his teeth and glanced away, but did not speak.

The laws of the Great Abyss are strict, and even a trivial matter such as theft, regardless of the amount, the lightest being caught on the spot is to cut off a finger. So over time, under such pressure, there will be no more people who dare to commit crimes in the imperial city. Part of being scared away, part of being physically overrun.

Now that this juncture has appeared, and the New Year is still selected, except for the refugees from other countries, he hardly thinks about it. Looking at his face of humiliation and humiliation, and refusing to speak a word, he must have old grudges with Da Yuan.

If you go deeper, it is most likely to be a vagabond from other countries. Zongluo knew that there was such an organization, which accommodated the remnants of various countries, under the slogan of restoring the motherland.

Zong Luo sighed: "Let him go."

He touched his sleeve, took out a bulging lucky bag, and threw it into the thief's hands accurately: "Don't take out the hidden sword in your sleeve, you can't beat me."

"You take this. Since you are here in Dayuan, you should live here well, and don't do this kind of thing again in the future."

In the face of his order, the garrison did not hesitate at all, and let him go.

The thief was left alone and stood there blankly, clenching the lucky bag in his hand.

Yu Beizhou watched this scene with interest: "Senior brother is still full of kindness."

His tone was full of emotion, full of sincerity, without a bit of yin and yang, which made people very uncomfortable.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Brother Luo, Brother Luo!"

Gu Ziyuan, who was holding something in his hand, trotted all the way over, his body was a little tired from lack of exercise, he couldn't stop panting when he stood there, his face flushed: "I've been looking for you for a long time."

"There were too many people when the lanterns were put on, and I didn't see you all at once. But I left the best looking one for you!"

Gu Ziyuan hurriedly took out the lantern carefully from his arms and presented it to Zong Luo as if offering a treasure.

Yu Beizhou, who was holding hands, squinted at the lantern and sneered.

I don't know why, he saw that there was nothing to do, so he went to Zongluo's side, the nerd who wore a white robe with a crescent moon all day was extremely unhappy.

"Ah, the king of Bei and Beining."

Because Gu Ziyuan was too happy, he just ignored Yu Beizhou, who was standing aside and dressed in conspicuous colors. Now that he looked back, he almost wasn't shocked.

For a student like him who is slanted towards literature, King Dayuan Beining is definitely a blue-faced and fangs, fierce and ferocious, and can crush five of his images with one hand.

Yu Beizhou didn't even look at Gu Ziyuan, instead he took a step forward.

With a faint smile on his lips, he picked up a strand of the latter's broken hair, and rubbed it ambiguous.

"On the fifteenth of next month, senior brother must come to me."

From the side, the two are very close, one black and one red, creating an intimate and tense atmosphere. The sword is drawn / Zhang is so open that it seems like a fight is going to happen in the next second, and it seems that if you get closer, you will be able to hold the opponent in your arms, and no one else will be allowed to get involved at all.

Yu Beizhou's words were as low as his ears were rubbing each other's ears with love: "I will start looking forward to it from now on, looking forward to the arrival of that day."

After the King of Beining left, Gu Ziyuan, who did not dare to let out the air, said loudly, "Brother Luo"

In the scene just now, it was as if a piece of ice had slipped from his throat to his stomach sac, causing him to be locked in place, trying to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

In fact, it's not just him, everyone who watched this scene reacted with hindsight.

Zong Luo smiled reassuringly at him: "It's okay, just some personal grudges."

Gu Ziyuan remembered that Zong Luo could not see now, he hesitated for a long time, but still didn't say anything.

He watched the whole process of the Beining King staring at Brother Luo just now, his eyes lingering and bottomless, as if he was going to swallow his life.

If it was really a personal grudge, would there be such a complicated and obscure look?

"Leave that aside, Ziyuan, what did you just say?"

Today, Yu Beizhou gave him too much fright. In addition, this lunatic chopped up all the insiders in his previous life, which was equivalent to cutting off Zong Luo's last channel of information.

On the fifteenth of next month, I am afraid that Zongluo will really have to go to Yubeizhou.

"Ah, oh, yes."

Gu Ziyuan reacted and handed the lamp forward: "This is the lamp I left for Brother Luo."

As he spoke, he looked down and was stunned.

The Kuaishou lamp is made of colored glass, crystal clear, and there are stickers around it.

However, now, the glass that received the lamp oil in the center was shattered inch by inch, revealing cracks.

It is conceivable that if Gu Ziyuan hadn't noticed, the moment the lamp was handed to Zong Luo, it would have shattered into pieces.

"What's the matter, I just held it along the way, and it's still fine."

Seeing the broken lantern, Gu Ziyuan was stunned.

Zong Luo glanced at it without a trace, and "" in his heart.

At first glance, this trace was abruptly shattered by someone's internal force. There are absolutely no more than two hands in Quan Dayuan, one of whom has just left.

It is clear who did it.

In order to comfort Gu Ziyuan, Zong Luo shoved all the things he had just bought while shopping: "It's okay, I have already received Ziyuan's wishes, these are return gifts."

"Happy New Year's Day."

Just before Hai Shi was locked, Zong Luo stepped back to the palace.

Compared with the bustling and noisy streets outside, this majestic and solemn palace looks a little too deserted, and only the palace guards on duty stand with lamps.

"His Royal Highness." Yuan Jia, who was guarding at the entrance of Zhang Palace, finally smiled when he saw him.

Sure enough, Emperor Yuan was in Zhang Palace again.

Even on a day like the New Year's Day, the emperor who reigns over the world is still tireless and conscientious in handling state affairs without the slightest slack.

Zong Luo stopped Yuan Jia, who wanted to go in and report.

I don't know why, clearly standing at the gate of the palace, jade is in his hand, but it makes people feel like being close to the country, hesitating and daring to take a step forward.

He hesitated: "The royal father is still dealing with official business inside. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to go in like this."

As we all know, Emperor Yuan hates being disturbed at work. Even Zong Hongjiu, who was once the most favored, never dared to go in and act like a spoiled child when Emperor Yuan was handling official business.

"Ouch, Third Highness, what are you talking about!"

If there was another prince, such as Zong Hongjiu, who seemed to be coquettish last time, but actually wanted to sue Zong Hongjiu, then Emperor Yuan might indeed be angry.

But this is the third prince, the third prince!

In previous years, after the annual banquet in the palace, His Majesty would wave everyone away. Before midnight, wearing a robe, listening to the countdown of the people in the Sifang Wu Temple, standing behind the temple to watch the moon.

Just like this morning, as soon as His Majesty got up, he mentioned Yuan Jia in secret and told him to tell the third prince not to play crazy outside and to come back before the lock was locked.

After being with the master for so long, how could he not know what Emperor Yuan meant to let the third prince stay with him?

Yuan Jia was still sighing that the third prince finally came back this year and could accompany His Majesty more. Seeing that His Royal Highness was hesitant to move forward, his heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Tonight is the New Year's Day, so don't delay your Highness, go in quickly."