Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Zong Luo stumbled and ran out of the building.

Maybe it was because he cried too hard just now, his eyes are red now, and he was blown away by the cold wind at night.

Because he came out secretly, he didn't go through the main entrance, so he couldn't see Yuan Jia who was guarding the door.

The place where he came out seemed to be behind the Great Witch Temple. In the night, there were only silent green hills. Standing here, he could easily have a panoramic view of the entire imperial city. I saw the lights lit in the Sifang Shaman Temple, the torches that were staggered and pushed away in the palace, or the glowing fireflies at the foot of the mountain.

For a time, a feeling of loneliness suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Looking around, there is no place where he can go back, where is his home?

Even if death is not granted, after tomorrow's witch sacrifice ceremony, he should follow the path of his previous life and set off to guard the border.

like a trial.

Zongluo has been worthy of his conscience and has said everything he can say. Regarding the true and false prince, he has no regrets, and he has presented all the truth in front of Emperor Yuan's eyes.

As for what will happen tomorrow, how will Emperor Yuan deal with it...

When Zong Luo thought of this, his fingers couldn't help but curl up, but he told himself forcefully—whatever the outcome is, he will face it calmly.

Zongluo was still a little sad when he thought of the witch sacrifice ceremony to be held tomorrow.

Fortunately, the annoyance and anxiety that piled up in my heart were relieved by taking the initiative to tell the truth, at least the previous anxious guilt was swept away. After the pain and struggle of these days, the mood finally reached a relatively peaceful state.

Facing the cold wind, Zong Luo took a deep breath and tried his best to tell himself.

"What should I do..."

The prince in white forced himself to calm down and began to go through things in his mind over and over again.

Ye Linghan arranged it, and Pei Qianxue knew it. Gongsun You didn't reveal his identity anyway. Without him, he could find a good home in the fourth or sixth. Gu Ziyuan also sent over all the ancient books of the Third Prince's Mansion. Mu Yuanlong and Xuanqi finished all the arrangements, and all the things that should be left to Zong Ruichen and Zong Yuanwu were entrusted to Steward Liao...

Everything can be arranged, Zong Luo has done the best he can, and even Zhan Lu and the elixir are put back. If he were to go to the border, he would not even take a Xuanqi with him in this life.

Of course, if what came down was the decree of death, then there would be no need to worry about it.

Zong Luo thought for a bit of amusement, trying to relax his mood.

Since it's all over, we should go back to Yuchun Palace as soon as possible and wait for the final result tomorrow.

He thought about it in his heart, but his eyes subconsciously wandered the imperial city.

When his eyes stayed on a certain place for a long time, Zong Luo suddenly woke up and quickly moved away.

There... it was the Beining Palace, and it was also a place that he should not and did not want to pay attention to.

Zongluo turned his eyes away silently, not wanting to recall whether he just wanted to see a certain red figure for a moment, and wanted to... say goodbye to him at last.

Just as Zong Luo was silently and shocked to digest his complicated and tumultuous mood, a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from behind: "Your Highness."

Zong Luo was startled and turned back.

Few people can get close to him silently, and wait until they make a sound before they react.

I saw a ferocious ghost face on his face, a hooded Taiwu standing not far from him, holding a bone scepter in his hand, and after seeing him turn around, he threw something.

Zong Luo stretched out his hand to grab it. After holding it firmly, he took a closer look, only to find that he was holding a small witch medicine bottle made of white jade. This kind of witch medicine bottle generally contains liquid, not compressed pills. It is much simpler to make than pills and is generally not used for non-emergency diseases.

Tai Wu's hoarse and mysterious voice was low and low: "I have been waiting here for a long time, but I have never seen King Beining come back. This trouble His Highness will bring to the prince, so that he must take it tonight."

What?

Zong Luo looked at Tai Wu suspiciously.

Taiwu's voice was very tired: "The side effects of repairing the magic circle are bigger than I imagined, because the delay is too long, and the preparation before the immortal magic is not enough, there should be two flaws now, but... ...At the request of the prince, this person will not be your majesty, and majesty will not dream again. Please remember to tell the king of Beining."

Zong Luo was stunned: "What kind of backlash to repair the formation?"

When the hideous ghost face looked at Zong Luo, it seemed a little dark. Under the gaze of the prince in white, Taiwu replied in a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "Go back to His Highness. Naturally, go back to the formation of time."

The eyes under the ghost face are bottomless: "Didn't you go back in time with King Beining?"

Since the night of Jiuxing Lianzhu the previous year, Tai Wu has noticed that the fate of this world has shifted to a certain extent.

The first is that all the astrological charts have been disrupted, and almost the fate of the entire world has been affected.

Here, the night sky is the brightest, and the king star in the center of the sky gradually dimmed and was enveloped in mist. At the same time, another star that was slightly insufficient at first, and even stood on the opposite side of Wang Xing, was instantly radiant, and its momentum was almost equal to the previous Wang Xing.

It is not common for the fate of the whole world to be disrupted, and it can even be said that it has never happened in history. Taiwu has searched the ancient books and found nothing.

In the end, he took the risk to light the soul lamp and put the soul into the witch soil to investigate. Only then did he learn from Zu Wu, who had long left this world, that someone had gone back in time.

Retracing the time array method is a taboo in the immortal method, even the ancestors can't reverse the time at will. Because the price is too great, even a person who has thousands of fortunes in one might pay everything, including his life.

There is only one possibility.

For millions of years, the only child of destiny in the Great Wilderness, the master of Wang Xing.

He not only reversed the formation, but also gave his luck to another star.

Sure enough, not long after Tai Wu guessed it, the King of Beining took the initiative to find the door.

The first time was to warn Tai Wu not to tell the story, listing a whole bunch of threats.

These contents, unless it is the emperor of Dayuan. No, even the emperor probably didn't know as much as the king of Beining.

Tai Wu couldn't help but be a little curious.

If we go back in time, the King of Beining got all this. Then why did he go back in time?

The King of Beining came to the door for the second time, in order to repair the formation.

It is said that it is an immortal method, and it must be performed by an immortal. In the eyes of Taiwu, being able to succeed in a human body is already a miracle among miracles. As a result, this Son of Destiny has to repair it again, and it is really desperate.

What's more, the King of Beining is no longer the son of destiny. If the spell is forced, the consequences are unimaginable.

However, the other party's attitude was too tough, and there was a witch handle in his hand. After being persuaded, you can't, you can only do it.

"Earlier, when the former ministers looked at the sky at night, they realized that something was wrong. According to what the King of Beining said to the ministers last time, more and more people dreamed of things going back in time. It should be because the formation method was not perfect and the preparation was insufficient. If you want to make up for this magic circle going back in time, so that no one can dream of what has happened again, you still need the blood of the caster."

Tai Wu said calmly: "I was just doing meditation, I didn't notice how much blood was shed by King Beining repairing the formation, and for a while I forgot to explain to King Beining that I would be backlashed by the formation. When the repairing of the formation is over, this minister will turn around again. Look, there is no one to see."

Speaking of which, Tai Wu was also a little helpless.

He thought that after repairing the formation, the King of Beining would faint directly, so he would throw the person into the medicine bath, but he didn't expect that the person would be gone as soon as he finished casting the method and looked back.

After experiencing the backlash, it is really amazing to be able to jump around.

As a last resort, Tai Wu could only take the medicine and hurriedly circled around.

Counting the time, the backlash must have begun. If no one can be found, it can only be entrusted to the third prince. After all, this is the new star who has received the luck of Wang Xing.

Yu Beizhou... Are you really going to perfect the formation?

Zong Luo's pupils shrank suddenly.

I remembered the nonsense that Yu Beizhou said when he stopped him in the Great Witch Temple not long ago.

He was the one who told the truth for two lifetimes, and he was the one who didn't want to tell it himself. He had done all the good, bad, and bad things for him, and now he was silently doing some unknown things behind his back.

For some unknown reason, Zong Luo felt a nameless fire in his heart, and wished he could rush over to find Yu Beizhou now and have a good fight with him.

Seeing that the third prince was about to run away with his light work, Tai Wu said quickly: "I only suffered a slight backlash, the King of Beining should be more serious. Your Highness must make the prince take it. It's just that even if you take the potion, you may have to suffer a little. The bitterness of the flesh and the specific backlash will depend on the detoxification after taking the medicine. After drinking it, you must see how much he vomits."

"And those two flaws—"

However, before the Taiwu words were finished, the prince in white had already pointed his toes, and rushed out from the top of the mountain behind the Great Wu Temple like an arrow from a string, and disappeared in an instant.

The cool autumn wind lifted his robes and rattled in the air.

From a distance, it looks like an immortal immortal who is pure and white, whose hair and clothes are all snow-white. Travel around the city.

Zong Luo's hair on the temples was blown by the cold wind, and it was lifted up like innumerable strands, just like his complicated conscience.

However, this time, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't calm down any longer.

At this full-horsepower speed, in almost a moment, Zong Luo fluttered onto the top of Beining's palace and jumped off with ease.

The Beining Palace was completely silent and dark, and there was no one there.

The corridor extends in all directions, unlike the last time, the lights of the whole house are lit like a welcome.

Zong Luo first went to the master bedroom for a walk, kicked it away and found that there was no one in it, then turned again and went to the study.

It is strange to say that although the Beining Palace is gorgeously built, it lacks popularity and does not look like it is inhabited. Even Yu Beizhou is often elusive, often appearing from nowhere. Except for the fact that he can be accurately blocked in the palace on the fifteenth of every month, this person cannot be seen anywhere else.

This time, in the study, the door of the dark room didn't even have time to close, and just opened it there, and there was a white fur cloak on the door, which was the one that Yu Beizhou usually wore on his body.

Fortunately, this guy didn't know what he did, and drove all the servants away in advance, so he was not guarded by dumb servants like the previous two times.

Zong Luo first closed the door and picked up the fire book, and walked into the dark room anxiously.

Even he himself didn't know why he was in such a hurry.

Tonight is not fifteen, but the smell of blood blowing from the dark room is not uncommon, and even more intense.

"bass--"

Huozhezi lit up, and the dark room looked the same as before.

The walls covered with cold stones all around are full of dried old bloodstains, falling one by one.

A young man in red nailed himself on the string of meteorite iron, his black hair was loose, his head was hanging deep in front of him, his hands were hanging on his sides, the place where the pipa bone was pierced was still bleeding, and the blood on it was fresh and looked like Should have just pinned myself in not long ago.

"Tick...tick..."

Perhaps the psychological shadow from the last time was too serious, Zong Luo did not step forward, but raised the torch in a position out of the chain's reach, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yu Beizhou?"

The sound echoed in the dark room.

The former did not respond.

He was obviously not fifteen, but he was even weaker and bleaker than Zong Luo had ever seen before. The loose black hair was still pouring down, the ends of the hair were soaked, and the blood on the collarbone flowed quietly along the chain.

The red shirt is open at the chest, revealing the pale skin and beautifully shaped, powerful muscle texture behind it, which has a great visual impact under the reflection of the firelight.

Even the last time, Yu Beizhou was seriously ill, and there was no such unresponsive situation.

"Yu Beizhou?" Zong Luo clenched his fists and whispered, "Why do you want to repair the formation?"

Before knowing the truth of his life experience, Zong Luo hoped that Emperor Yuan would not dream of things in his previous life.

Emperor Ruoyuan dreamed of the truth, but he didn't dream of what happened next, it might be an imperial decree for death. Even if he is frank with his own mouth now, as long as there is something that Emperor Fan Yuan can't figure out, he is the one who suffers.

But what does this have to do with Yu Beizhou? Shouldn't he be pushing this all the more?

It is not only has nothing to do with Yu Beizhou, but also should like to hear it and see it.

He had no reason to do so at all.

Zongluo called out a few times but there was no response, so he didn't delay any longer and stepped forward quickly.

Even so close to the side of the red-clothed youth, the man still did not respond. If it weren't for the undulating chest stacked under the red shirt, Zong Luo would only think that it was a fresh corpse.

When he got closer, Zong Luo realized that there was some red on the other side's neck.

He squatted down quickly, shaking his fingers, and turned over Yu Beizhou's face buried under his long hair.

The latter's Zhang Li's face was flushed abnormally, and her beautiful eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, like a mountain of mountains, as if disturbed by a terrifying nightmare, and she could not rest in peace.

The start is shockingly hot.

Even though Yu Beizhou's innate body temperature was higher than Zongluo's, it was not to this extent.

Zong Luo, who had accumulated a lot of experience in marching and fighting, immediately judged that Yu Beizhou might have a high fever. For warriors of their level, only when their brains are burned out will they have no reaction at all, and they don't even know they are approached.

This is probably the backlash that Tai Wu said.

He quickly took out the jade bottle given by Taiwu from his cuff, and tried hard to open Yu Beizhou's mouth.

As soon as his fingertips touched the beautifully shaped thin lips of the other party, Zong Luo shrank as if electrocuted, fell silent for a while, and then tried his best to bring the mouth of the bottle closer.

It's a pity that even if Yu Beizhou is like this, his vigilance is still not low, and he immediately shuts his mouth when he notices the foreign object.

With great effort, he finally fed a little, but he spit it out again.

"Yu Beizhou!"

Zong Luo hurriedly stretched out his fingers to block it and gritted his teeth: "Hurry up and drink it, I'll leave after you vomit!"

I don't know if I was stimulated by this sentence, but there was no response. The young man in red like a dead fish shivered and suddenly hugged him. His arms were as hot as a branding iron, firmly clasping the prince in white, with such force that he seemed to shove this man into his own blood.

However, he hugged it, and rubbed it carefully, almost lovingly, so as not to let the chain on his body chrome reach the person in front of him.

"No...don't go..."

A whisper-like voice sounded beside Zong Luo's ear.

There is no yin and yang sarcasm in the past, no contempt for winning, but a subconsciously revealed truth in a burnt-out mind.

Yu Beizhou closed his eyes deeply and lost consciousness.

"I know...I know you're not that person..."

"I always knew it was you...not anyone else, and the only person I wanted to entangle with from start to finish was you...the only person I cared about from start to finish was you."

From the moment Yu Beizhou spoke, Zongluo froze in place.

He wanted to push the man away, gulp down the medicine in the bottle, and walk away.

But I don't know what kind of power it was, and it grabbed his body and left him silently and stiffly.

The youth's voice was muffled. I listened carefully, but I almost choked: "Senior brother...it's so cold."

"Senior brother, I'm so afraid, those people are like puppets being manipulated... There is only you, only you in this world..."

"Only you are real, only you."

Zongluo had never seen such a miserable Yu Beizhou.

He has seen the arrogant, proud and arrogant Yu Beizhou; he has seen Yu Beizhou, which is distorted and cruel to the extreme, gouging out his flesh;

But he had never seen Yu Beizhou like this.

Burned into confusion, as if abandoned by the whole world, Yu Beizhou, vulnerable enough to beg him to stay.

"I have nothing, I am not... the prince of Da Yuan... not the son of an aristocratic family... I am nothing, I have nothing."

Being hugged tightly by him, Zong Luo's fingertips were shaking.

When Emperor Fang Caiyuan was drunk, he said that he had hugged the newly born third prince when he was born, but he accidentally fell, and the little third prince did not cry, but looked at him with open eyes. Since then, Emperor Yuan has fallen in love with this child.

Others don't know, only Zong Luo knows.

It has not been sent to the Wei Kingdom, and has not been exchanged by the Yu family. The real bloodline of the clan is the young Yu Beizhou, not the man who occupies the magpie's nest.

Just like the real young masters and fake young masters in modern TV dramas. The fake young master took away the identity and favor of the real young master. Even if everything is returned to the real young master, it is difficult for people to choose their emotions. Maybe the real young master will be angered, but he will continue to hold the fake young master in the palm of his hand.

But what did the young master do wrong? Was it wrong that he told the truth? Was it wrong that he got back everything he should have got back?

"Those people are gone...the puppets...even the puppets are gone."

"Senior brother, no one...even you have to leave...I have nothing."

Zongluo listened rigidly to Yu Beizhou's nonsense while the fever had not subsided, and only felt that his heart also trembled.

In order to resurrect him, Yu Beizhou gave everything he had, including his luck as the protagonist of the original book. In this life, those people all left from Yu Beizhou and surrounded Zong Luo.

He literally took everything from Yu Beizhou.

"Senior brother... I'm so cold..."

"What can I use to keep you...why don't you hate me, why?"

The furry head rested tightly on the shoulders of the prince in white, and the scorching liquid hit Zong Luo's neck drop by drop. Maybe it was thick blood, or maybe it was the tears of a long time in the rain.

These hot things merged into a trickle, drop by drop, deeply buried in Zong Luo's heart.

In a trance, Yu Beizhou seemed to have returned to that previous life, holding the cold corpse in the ice coffin, no matter how many earthly things he got, he couldn't make up for the lack of his heart.

What was he thinking of writing at the time?

Is resurrecting this person really for revenge? Is it really about telling the truth?

From the previous life to this life, when he started the formation, opened his wrist, and felt the blood loss, there was only one thing in Yu Beizhou's mind.

That is to see him again.

In those boring days day after day, who was driving crazy and who was driving crazy again.

Maybe he was crazy long ago, and earlier, he was crazy when he knew that this person was dead.

After nine years in a hurry, everything I pursued has become meaningless.

Why are there such people.

Obviously took everything from him, obviously should be hated.

In the dead of night, in a corner that no one knows about. Yu Beizhou hugged the person in his arms tightly, talking nonsense, rubbed all the blood on his body, and made the spotless pure white dyed the same color as his, as if hugging his only one. Antidote.

He wanted to lock Zongluo in a place where only he could see it.

Only at this time, when there is no one there, can Yu Beizhou open his bloody gap, stab him one by one, and say the innermost words that no one knows about.

"If you don't hate me, I don't know how to keep you..."

Even Yu Beizhou didn't realize it.

It turned out that in the bottom of his heart, the thing that he regretted the most and should not be, was that night, under the stimulation of Zong Luo's words, he told the surprise and the truth that had been buried for two lifetimes in a hurry.

Even if he is not wrong.

It's just that he can't bear the consequences of this.

But thinking of this possibility makes me want to go crazy again.

"Senior brother... I'm sorry, forgive me..."

He didn't want the man to die, not at all.

Yu Beizhou couldn't lose Zongluo again, the first and last time.