Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

It was the first time that Pei Qianxue and all the officials saw Emperor Yuan's rudeness.

Somehow they talked, some old officials even tried to kill each other, and only then did they reluctantly persuade Emperor Yuan to put down the Zhanlu sword and persuade the man back to the dragon chair.

But it was also the result of their last effort.

Others, even persuasion can't be persuaded.

"The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies. You go to evacuate the people, the officials can retreat, the prince can leave, and the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, women and children will go first."

Emperor Yuan held the imperial decree in one hand and Zhan Lu in the other, "I will not go anywhere. If an army of 500,000 breaks through the imperial city, I will die here."

"Your Majesty!" The several confidants all panicked, and they all spoke out to discourage them, and their heads were all red.

What does it mean for an emperor to make such a decision? Everyone present knew that.

When the imperial city was breached, it meant that the third prince was the first to die for the country. If His Majesty does not leave, it means that the monarch and heir of this kingdom will die here.

The great country, after this battle, will definitely suffer a great loss of vitality.

Whether there will be a future blessing is unknown.

"No need to say more, I have made up my mind."

Emperor Yuan waved his hand wearily and said no more.

In a trance, several old officials seemed to see the shadow of the late emperor.

Back then, the late emperor made the same choice after he received the news that the young Emperor Yuan had slaughtered his feet, washed the imperial city with blood, and entered the palace all the way.

Decades later, in front of the high Golden Palace, on the dragon chair where the late emperor once sat upright and watched his prince bloody the imperial city but never took a step back, Emperor Yuan's attitude was equally firm, as if he had welded himself to the throne. above.

Pei Qianxue sighed.

Emperor, general, father.

The emperor is always above other identities.

Therefore, even if you have a sword in hand and wear armor, you cannot abandon your subjects and the people.

However, when he lost his beloved son and was about to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man, he was just the most ordinary father, no different from all fathers in the world.

......

After the imperial doctor dispensed the medicine, he took out the medicine for the eyes tonight, counted the time, and muttered to himself, "According to the result of the old doctor's pulse last time, His Highness should be able to take that medicine pill in the near future."

The medicine boy silently decocted the medicine by the side, fanned the fire on the surrounding stove with a small fan, his eyes were fixed, and he did not dare to relax.

When the medicine was about to be cooked, the old imperial doctor paced out and stopped a servant from Yuchun Palace: "It's almost time to take the medicine, has the Third Highness ever returned?"

The waiter just wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, he saw the carriage slowly coming back.

The prince wearing a heavy crane cloak stepped out of the carriage, his face extremely pale.

The imperial doctor was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to take a pulse.

After feeling the steady pulse, he couldn't help but hesitate for a few more seconds. After confirming that it was correct, he finally felt relieved.

When the medicine boy brought the witch medicine, Zong Luo didn't say a word, and it was rare that he didn't talk to him, or discussed with the imperial doctor why the medicine became more and more difficult to drink every day, so he brought it over and drank it.

Now even the little drug boy could see that something was wrong with the Third Highness.

Except for the last time when the King of Beining came, His Royal Highness usually takes medicine for a long time, and there will never be such a neat and tidy time.

"That's right, Your Highness."

The old imperial doctor was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The nobles in this palace, the third highness is the best to get along with, but the servants have absolutely no qualifications to ask questions, at most they can only worry about it.

"His Majesty specifically instructed the minister to pay attention to the time of your supplements. You could take the pill a few days earlier, but it was postponed because of the cold."

"The old minister just remembered when he boiled the medicine, you can take the elixir today."

The imperial physicians were also very curious about the effect of the medicine pill.

Zongluo had previously revealed 'inadvertently' that half an elixir had made his eyes much better, and he was able to see light. So the imperial doctors of the Imperial Hospital tried their best to write to His Majesty and brought the pill recipes from the Fourth Prince. Unfortunately, several of the medicines are extremely difficult to find. Indeed, as Zong Chengsi said, at least in the past ten years, they can only be obtained by refining them. A furnace.

This also greatly facilitated Zong Luo's nonsense. Without the second potion, even if he miraculously recovered after taking the elixir, no one would doubt it.

Zongluo had discussed with the medical sage before and carefully planned the time.

Under the 'careful treatment' of the Medical Sage, everyone knows that the eyes of the third prince have completely improved, and they only need to wait for an opportunity to recover.

Zongluo has been planning this for the past few days, and he has not yet decided whether to restore his eyes and completely restore his identity in one fell swoop, catch up with the last train to send troops to the Yu Kingdom, and directly join in to seize the reserve; or continue to dormant in the imperial city, in order to seize Reserve to collect forces to prepare.

In the end, everything depends on Emperor Yuan's attitude.

Even if Emperor Yuan had been too good to him in his life, Zong Luo, who had learned from the past, still felt unsteady like a tightrope. If there is no complete certainty, he will not choose to take risks.

But now, Zong Luo's voice paused indistinctly: "I see."

After today, everything has come to a conclusion.

Zong Luo returned to his bedroom in a trance.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and slowly untied the white silk wrapped around his eyes in circles, revealing the slightly reddish eye sockets behind his back.

Fragrance lingers in the room.

Zongluo suddenly remembered something that happened a long, long time ago.

Before the ceremony of the witch sacrifice in the previous life, he always believed that Emperor Yuan valued him and could see it in every aspect, otherwise he would not stubbornly break into the palace just to get an answer.

What happened at the witch sacrifice ceremony, whether the imperial edict was fake, the contradictions that have not been explained clearly, and the truth that Yu Beizhou said that only he knew...

For Zongluo, these were actually not as important as they thought.

Even participating in the seizure of reserves in this life is nothing but anger, more like a child's revenge against his father, rather than a natural love or dedication to power.

Perhaps the emperor is so involuntary and above his father's love, it must be the expectation of the lord of the country for the heir.

Until now, it was still the same.

Zong Luo recalled the last straw that crushed him in his previous life.

If you don't really value family love, how can you make such a choice?

like now.

No one knows better than Zongluo what he is about to face once he walks out with this attitude.

"If there is a little mistake, it will repeat the ending of the previous life, the abyss. All the layout plans in this life will fall short and be destroyed in one fell swoop."

If he died again, I'm afraid Yu Beizhou wouldn't be able to save him anymore.

Zong Luo is no longer a child, so he should not have this consciousness.

However, he still wanted to go.

Desperate, desperate.

......

Outside the Zhang Palace, Yuan Jia had just finished instructing his servants when he turned his head and saw a familiar figure.

"His Royal Highness." He just went up to meet him, but was startled by the scene in front of him.

The prince in white is still in his usual attire, with his black hair tied up and his tall figure long.

However, the most striking thing was not his clothes, but his eyes that were as bright as cold stars.

There is no god and no light in the imagination, but the light in the eyes flows, smart and shallow.

Yuan Jia opened his mouth, "His Royal Highness, your eyes..."

Zong Luo smiled and said nothing more: "Eunuch Yuan, you should go and report to your father."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right now." Yuan Jia took a deep breath as if realizing something.

After a few breaths, a notification sound came from the hall.

Going around the deep and shallow curtains, the emperor's eyebrows, who were reviewing the memorial in front of the table, were locked.

Emperor Yuan danced down one of the readings, raised his pen and signaled to the servant to withdraw the completed readings, and said coldly with disapproval: "Running around before the wind chill has healed..."

The moment he saw Zong Luo's brows intact, the words disappeared from his lips.

"Whoa-"

The next second, the desk table made a harsh noise.

The emperor stood up suddenly, Mian Yan collided with pearls and jade, and the slips placed on the edge were swept away.

The last time he was so rude was after knowing that he was not dead and returned.

In fact, there are so many traces that can explain the deep and silent love. Just as Yuan Jia said, when he returned from the battlefield and was in a coma, he also noticed that someone had been guarding his side in the dark.

It's just that Zong Luo never dared to think that it was Emperor Yuan, and he didn't even dare to guess.

One was silent, the other was arrogant. They miss too much time.

Zong Luo reluctantly stood still and handed over his hands: "My son...fortunately not to be disgraced."

He lifted his hem upright, ready to give a big gift: "Father's elixir is very good. Although there are still some minor flaws, I can see a lot more clearly, and with the help of the medical sage, I must be able to complete it soon. recover."

However, before he could kneel down, he was pulled by Emperor Yuan.

So Zong Luo was pulled up abruptly, almost staggering two steps.

Emperor Yuan grabbed Zong Luo's arm and looked carefully at the eyes of the prince in white.

Empress Mian's face was still as serious and cold as before, and even more tense, only in the corners of her eyes there were some invisible fine lines caused by the passage of time.

"Come on, pass the imperial doctor!"

Zongluo: "..."

Unexpectedly, he had already taken off the white silk, and the golden needle was actually greeted by him.

Almost all the imperial physicians from the entire Tai Hospital arrived.

Emperor Yuan's aura was too strong. During the inspection, the atmosphere in the hall was tense and solemn, and no one dared to say a word of gossip.

When the tedious examination was over, the old doctor whispered a miracle, and the medical sage stood aside and agreed.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, His Majesty! The blood congestion around the eyes of the Third Highness has been cleared, and it can be restored to its original state just by resting."

"Good, good, good! You Aiqings have done a good job in the treatment, rewarded, and rewarded!"

After saying three good things in a row, after confirming that there was no mistake, Emperor Yuan waved his hand, and the corners of his mouth that had been tense from Zongluo's appearance to the end of the inspection finally loosened, and even tended to rise for the first time ever.

Whether it's tone, movement, or demeanor.

Not to mention Zong Luo, everyone in the hall could clearly feel Emperor Yuan's undisguised good mood at this time. When the time came, everyone had smiles and happy expressions on their faces, and said congratulations from His Majesty.

In the past, Emperor Yuan hated this kind of atmosphere the most, but today his face is full of red, and he could not wait for an imperial decree to let everyone celebrate together and give amnesty to the world.

"Bring the imperial decree! I want everyone in the world to know that the third prince of Dayuan is back!"

The royal father was really happy for the recovery of his eyes.

Zong Luo's heart was sad and sour.

A lie often needs a hundred thousand lies to make up.

He never thought that he would regret the lie he had told so much.

After everyone left the Zhang Palace, Emperor Yuan beckoned to him.

The first sentence left Zong Luo stunned on the spot, his hands and feet cold and stiff.

"I had a dream yesterday."