Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Shen Xinyue's posture was not twisted, she was generous, and she did not hide her affection for Zong Luo in the slightest.

The eyes of the people around him suddenly changed, especially Zong Yongliu, whose complexion was blue and white.

Everyone present knew that he had been chasing behind Shen Xinyue for a while, and whenever there was something good, he would immediately send it over. It's hard to say how much sincerity it is, at least what it shows in front of everyone is definitely a look of deep affection.

It's a pity that Shen Xinyue has never been lukewarm to him.

The politeness on weekdays will still be maintained, not to the point of flooding beasts, but it is definitely not called enthusiastic. It's a world of difference from this kind of proactive greeting.

With a smile on Zong Luo's face, he nodded with her: "Miss Shen."

After all, this was the third time he and Shen Xinyue had met. The first two times were in public, and they hardly spoke.

But judging from the fact that the other party knew that he was blind, but still asked the Taiwei to give Yuan Di a briefing, it was obviously not something that could be accomplished in a day or two.

He thought to himself. Could it be that he was too slow, so he didn't realize the other person's intentions?

"I heard that His Highness is unparalleled in martial arts. I have long admired it for a long time. Your Highness is not like me to go there and try it, and it will open our eyes."

The prince in white was covered with white lingerie, and Shen Xinyue politely didn't look at it, as if she didn't hear it.

She had known for a long time that the third prince had not only lost his sight, but also suffered from amnesia after returning from the battle of Hangu Pass.

Shen Xinyue doesn't care.

Her family is a family of generals, although Taiwei Shen has not led troops for many years, but the family tradition is still there.

Quan Dayuan is a young talent, young lady, as long as he is a martial artist, there is no one who does not worship the third prince. The three princes are both proficient in literature and martial arts, and in martial arts from Guigu. He even invented a lot of ways to play that he had never heard of before. Even grandpa sighed after reading the military newspaper that he was terrifying.

Shen Xinyue is the same. She has worked with the Three Princes on her martial arts training and is full of praise. Therefore, she has always been very fond of this third prince, who is clearly a dragon son, but has a heart for the world.

The third prince seldom returned to Beijing, and seemed to always fight outside, and only came back once or twice a year.

Whenever the three princes return to Beijing, there will always be a sea of ​​people on Suzaku Avenue, shoulder to shoulder.

The prince riding on Zhao Yebai led Xuanqi, who was pure black from head to toe to horse, into the city. The order was in order, and everyone's eyes were focused on the only white body.

Shen Xinyue and the other ladies from your family had built the best teahouse in the entire imperial city, sat in a high position and looked down, following the man's back.

"Almost all the people in the imperial city are here."

"The three princes are truly heavenly, like a clear breeze and a bright moon. It is said that the Yan Kingdom was unable to fight back in this battle. It is true."

"I don't know what kind of woman is worthy of this."

Da Yuan has an open atmosphere, and when he meets a man or woman he likes, at least he won't hide it in private. To be bolder, open courtship is not uncommon.

At least the little sisters in Shen Xinyue's circle all admired the third prince.

It's a pity that the third prince is too immortal. Not the gods who are high above and despise all living beings, but the immortals who are not stained by dust and cannot be stained. People can't imagine how he walked down the clouds and was stained with love.

In front of him, Rao Shi was sassy and heroic on weekdays, and Shen Xinyue, who acted decisively, was also ashamed.

Not to mention that after Hangu Pass, the three princes sacrificed their lives for the country and truly became a figure equivalent to a god in the hearts of the people of Dayuan.

Originally, it should be a big happy event to survive the disaster. Who would have thought that such a situation would happen.

If she hadn't heard the news of the third prince's amnesia, Shen Xinyue thought, I'm afraid she wouldn't dare to tell her grandfather. But she is indeed at this age, and she happens to have a rich and noble background, and if she can make her own decisions, she still wants to give it a try.

Zong Luo, who was on the opposite side, had absolutely no idea of ​​this girl Shen's mental journey.

He only thought that the girl spoke heartily and very arrogantly.

Coupled with the appearance of myself now, I can still bravely pursue love, which is also sincere. No matter what happens in the future, since the father and the emperor have instructed, the eight characters have not yet been written, it is just the most ordinary competition, why should I be twitching?

So he readily agreed: "Okay."

Seeing the promise of the third prince, the young masters and young ladies of the aristocratic family who did not dare to show their air all showed surprises on their faces.

In the past, the three princes rarely came back, and it was impossible to have such an opportunity to get along.

Now that there is such an opportunity, why not make people feel happy?

The only one who clenched his teeth was Zong Yongliu.

"Third Highness, please come with me." Shen Xinyue whispered.

"Thank you, Miss Shen." Zong Luo knew that she was afraid that she would not see the road, so she spoke euphemistically, instead of dismissing her good intentions, she followed him obediently.

Just when they had just taken two steps, the prince in white suddenly looked back alertly.

When no one on the scene reacted, he pulled out the Qixing Longyuan he was wearing on his waist, and the sword edge cut a semi-circle in the air like a cold frost, and straightened the arrow that came from the sky. cut off.

"There are assassins!"

On the other side, the young masters were so frightened that they retreated, while Shen Xinyue's face was dignified, she unfolded the long whip hanging around her waist with her backhand, and slapped it on the ground, causing her heart to feel ashamed.

Even so, the Third Highness is more sensitive than their healthy facial features. Thinking about it just now is really superfluous.

In the midst of a great enemy, Zongluo lowered his head slightly and picked up the arrow that was cut in half on the ground.

There is still a little trace behind the feather arrow.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the corner of the turret, as if he had a feeling.

There is nothing there.

I don't know why, Zongluo always felt that there should have been a touch of red there not long ago

After apparently completing Emperor Yuan's order once, Zong Luo continued to squat in the palace behind closed doors.

In the imperial city, I heard that the third prince went out for an outing, so they handed the third prince's house a letter of worship, hoping to stay with this real power prince who has amnesia and is now suffering from memory problems. Let's see if we can find out some news .

As a result, no one thought that Zong Luo refused all of them.

This time, people who had no way to go to court the newly promoted official Gu Ziyuan who was personally handed by the third prince.

After the New Year's Day, Feng Chang presented a memorial on how to hold the shaman sacrifice ceremony and the specific process on the first day of the spring.

It stands to reason that the witch sacrifice ceremony should have been held as early as last year. It's just that the whole country mourned at that time, and the book of the book was directly dismissed by Emperor Yuan's anger, and no one dared to mention it again.

It's just that it is delayed until this year, and the witch sacrifice ceremony can't be delayed any longer.

Emperor Yuan knew that as soon as Tianming's longevity passed, it was imperative to establish a reserve.

This time, Zhezi passed without any risk, and finally settled in Xiaqiu.

According to the rules of Da Yuan, there must be a big happy event before holding the witch sacrifice ceremony.

So after the New Year's holiday, the various corps also began to step up preparations, planning to continue to send troops to the remaining two countries, so as to complete the long-cherished wish of pacifying the Central Plains as soon as possible.

Now that there are only two countries left, there is no need to carry out any previous deployments, and the two lines are directly activated. In the past few days, Emperor Yuan has been summoning the generals of several regiments, including Yu Beizhou, who seems to be idle on weekdays.

Zong Luo also wondered when he should let his eyes recover a little more.

A few days ago, the Taiyuan Hospital checked his pulse and said that he could take the elixir tonic in two days.

If it is placed before, Zong Luo will definitely wait until the complete layout is completed and confirmed, and even drag it to the last moment of the witch sacrifice ceremony before declaring that his eyes have recovered logically.

but now

Before the fifteenth day of this month, Pei Qianxue, who was out for disaster relief, finally returned to the imperial city with Xuan Qi.

Because things were done properly, Emperor Yuan, Longyan Dayue, asked Pei Qianxue to postpone the holiday that he had not been able to rest before until now.

So these few days, Pei Qianxue often ran to the palace when he had nothing to do, and came to Zong Luo for tea and chat.

Because of the dream a few days ago, Zong Luo's feelings for these male supporting characters are extremely complicated. There was no refusal.

They chatted and talked about the witch sacrifice ceremony, and they also talked about Taiwu divination.

"Compared to destiny's choice, Taiwu's divination is more like having a cause first and then having an effect."

Previously, Zongluo couldn't figure out what reference Taiwu used to calculate the national fortune, but Pei Qianxue didn't expect to know something.

"Originally, the witch sacrifice ceremony was supposed to be held last year, and it happened to be a regular leave. I was fortunate enough to host it for a while, so I know a little bit." Pei Qianxue explained.

Many court ministers have speculated that Taiwu's calculation is the national fortune, not who is more suitable to be the prince in an absolute sense.

The two are viewed in combination. Because the future is unpredictable, the personality factors of the prince are of course important, and the scope of the prince's own strength will also be taken into consideration.

Therefore, even if the witch sacrifice ceremony decides the final candidate for the crown prince, all those who want to participate in the seizure of the crown are still fighting hard to snatch each other's contacts and power, just to add to themselves.

That is to say, if the talent is not enough, it will be made up the day after tomorrow.

"However, it is unknown how much the strength category will refer to."

Pei Qianxue smiled bitterly: "The divination principle and selection principle of Taiwu have always been top secret content, and only the emperors of all dynasties have known about it, and no one else has known about it."

In fact, Pei Qianxue prefers that the ministers' guesses are all smoke bombs.

After all, when Emperor Yuan was still the prince, there was an unusual riot at the witch sacrifice ceremony. The calculated wooden sign was destroyed for no reason. In the end, as a last resort, the late emperor personally established the reserve and made his favorite little prince the crown prince.

No one knew exactly what happened at that time, only that two days after the ceremony of establishing the reserve, Emperor Yuan picked up weapons and rebelled. He chopped down his brother's siblings, washed the imperial city with blood, and went all the way to the Zhang Palace to meet the late emperor.

Since then, everyone has kept a close eye on the mysterious shamanic ceremony.

Many old officials said that the prince calculated that day should be Emperor Yuan, but the former emperor insisted on his own way and insisted on making the little prince the prince, which caused the tragedy in the future.

Zong Luo smiled, and his eyes were thoughtful.

In any case, although most of what Pei Qianxue said was hearsay, the accuracy was not guaranteed. But the only thing that is certain is that the Taiwu can indeed predict who will be the last to ascend the throne, not who is most suitable for the throne.

After sending Pei Qianxue away, he sighed.

After midnight tonight, it's another fifteen.