Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

After sending these people away, Zong Luo ushered in a few days of relative free time.

After the calligraphy, it was no surprise that Gu Ziyuan took the top spot. In an instant, the invitation stickers flew to the Confucian station like snowflakes, and it was very lively.

This year, Confucianism has achieved good results, and even made great achievements in martial arts, and won many good rankings. Every Confucian disciple straightens his back unconsciously when he goes out, showing a proud appearance.

Tomorrow is hunting art. Zong Luo originally stepped on the dot to go out today, and planned to take a stroll around the Huangcheng store, buy the necessary supplies, and then go to do some errands.

Now that the Fourth Prince handed over the solicitation, Zongluo almost guessed his next thought. He should be waiting for him to take the elixir and send it to the door on his own initiative.

But Zongluo did not. Not only no, he also wanted to let the other emperors know the news.

Let's play fair together, we all know that the three emperors have amnesia and blindness, tacit understanding, and it is good to think hard to win over. If only one person takes advantage, it's not interesting.

Just as he was about to go out, a white dove flew from the horizon, with the imprint of the Ghost Valley engraved on its ankle.

Zong Luo hurriedly unloaded the things from the legs of the white pigeon and let it fly out before no one was released.

"Calculate the time point, it is indeed this time."

He unfolded the stationery, and sure enough, he saw the same news as in his previous life.

After thinking for a while, Zong Luo put the letter back in his pocket and was about to go out, but he was stopped at the door unexpectedly.

"Young Master Gu, my lord invites you to meet me."

Outside the gate of the Confucian resident, a low-key carriage was parked at the gate, and the servant bowed respectfully to him and handed him his waist badge.

It's from Pei Qianxue's house.

Zong Luo paused, pressed his own business, and got into the car in the eyes of many envious eyes.

When the carriage was far away, many students sighed with emotion one after another.

"Although Young Master Gu is blind, he is very lucky."

"That's a bad word. If you have that kind of swordsmanship, you probably won't have to worry about it."

"Yeah. If I remember correctly, Pei Xiang's rule is to never accept visitors, but now he has made an exception. Who would have thought that."

First, the king of Beining gave jade first, and now he has Pei Xiangqing.

These big men are things that ordinary students would never dare to think about. So lucky, I just don't know what to say.

On the other side, Zong Luo boarded the carriage.

Although it looks unremarkable from the outside, the interior of the carriage is quite elegant. The hollow incense burner is burning with fragrant and cold agarwood, and the cushions are also made of high-quality materials. The burning silver charcoal enveloped this narrow space with warmth.

Now that the weather is getting colder, it is really comfortable to sit in such a carriage.

Zong Luo sat up unceremoniously, propped his head, and his eyes were full of contemplation.

After all, he and Pei Qianxue were close friends in his last life, and he naturally knew that this was the carriage that the other party used on weekdays. Since they let their own carriages pick them up, they must have recognized them.

This Prime Minister of the Great Yuan is not a man of extravagance and desire, but he also has a lot of leisure and fun. He is omnipotent in music, chess, calligraphy and painting on weekdays, and even burns incense, ceremonies and music at his fingertips. The cost of food and clothing is extremely particular, and there is no smoke and fire.

But when it comes to writing an essay and starting a debate, Pei Qianxue's words are really sharp, and the needles are like bullets. Ten people can't compare to him with full firepower, which is quite different from his usual aloof appearance.

When he was seated, the carriage moved in time. Gululu passed over the stone road on Suzaku Avenue.

Smelling the familiar cold fragrance inside the carriage, Zong Luo was a little upset, he lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out.

They happened to pass the shops on Suzaku Avenue.

As the undoubted commercial and political center of the entire Dayuan, the prosperity of the imperial city is beyond doubt.

Today, however, these shops are in abundance. The ready-to-wear store hangs up the clothes, the fabric tie-dye shop brings the beautiful colors to the store, and there is a pot of orchids at the door.

Not only that, even the clothes of the pedestrians on the road were mostly dull colors, and everyone kept silent and looked sad.

As if in response, today's sky has also darkened from the light in the morning, and the dark clouds are piled up in large chunks in the sky, looking like a storm is about to come.

Dayuan is located in the north, and winter comes early every year, and it snows almost every year. Looking at the weather that is getting colder day by day, after I want to come to Hunting Art, it will almost usher in the first snow of this year.

Zong Luo was curious and asked in a low voice, "Which road is this, and why does it sound so deserted?"

"If you go back to the son, we are now on Suzaku Avenue, heading to the Yulu of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The young servant who was driving the horse replied: "Today is unfortunate, it happens to be the death day of the third prince, and the people gathered at the Sifang Wu Temple to offer condolences. The streets are sparsely populated."

"Hey, the son only came to Dayuan, so he should know something. At the time of the battle at Hangu Pass, if there were no three princes, I'm afraid we would all be displaced, and it's hard to say whether the imperial city can survive."

Seemingly hurt by the scene, the groom also added: "After that, all the people all over the country dreamed of the scene of the Third Highness saving the country. His Highness is a god from the sky, specializing in helping people and helping us people!"

"There is nothing we can do for His Highness. We can only pay tribute to some incense and put a pot of His Highness's favorite flowers. If His Highness wants to go down to earth someday, we can find a way back."

Zong Luo was stunned.

He was still thinking about whether it was Taiwu's edict that he committed something taboo, and the people were all locked out of their homes. Or maybe Pei Xiang copied which aristocratic family, and everyone was in danger.

But he never thought that today would be his own death day.

"This is really..."

The white-robed swordsman lowered the car curtain with a wry smile, his expression strange.

Just like when I was having a banquet a few days ago, listening to other people's posthumous name in front of my face, I felt awkward and uncomfortable.

After the melancholy is over, it is now the matter.

To be honest, Zong Luo's feelings for Pei Qianxue are very complicated.

"Yes, there should be such a day."

Zong Luo sighed silently.

If it is said that he is playing the game of breaking through the level now, Emperor Yuan is the final boss at the bottom of the pass, then Pei Qianxue is the little boss guarding the door of the boss at the bottom of the pass.

Among the male supporting cast, Zong Cheng is scheming and cunning. Gongsun Youjun was superior to others and was good at scheming. Ye Linghan was arrogant and arrogant, and if he disagreed, he turned black. Each has its own weaknesses.

Only Pei Qianxue seems to be indifferent to the world apart from realizing her own ambitions, and she is indifferent from the dust, but in fact, her heart is like a mirror, her heart is as careful as her hair, and she is extremely transparent.

In the original text, Pei Qianxue became the first person to discover that Yu Beizhou had a hidden disease based on some trivial clues, and his mental acuity was evident.

What's more, excluding the impression before going through the book, Zong Luo really had such a close friendship with Pei Qianxue in his previous life, which was also the source of his complicated mood.

If even Pei Qianxue can't pass this level, what about Emperor He Yuan?

The sound of the wheel still creaking, accompanied by the muffled thunder and rain, hit the front of the car.

After an unknown time, the sound of carriages in the rain finally stopped.

The servant opened the curtain of the carriage and held up an oil-paper umbrella splattered with ink in his hand, which he thoughtfully blocked on the eaves, keeping out all the rain of flying beads and jade.

"Young Master Gu, we're here."

Zong Luo raised his eyes.

"Please wait a moment."

A gust of wind just happened to blow away the white silk that was not tied tightly around his eyes. He ducked sideways into the car, stretched out his hand and re-wired it.

"Rumble rumble—"

Thunder from the sky.

It was only for a moment when he saw behind the heavy rain curtain a wispy red, with a black ghost face on it. The goshawk spread its wings and rushed into the sky, accompanied by the thunderstorm.

With just one glance, Zong Luo's eyes became sharp.

A qualified old enemy can be recognized even after it has been turned into ashes.

What's more, it is a red dress and white fur like Yu Beizhou, which is extremely self-defeating.

Since his rebirth, this little pervert doesn't seem to be jumping as much as in his previous life, but it has stopped for a while.

It is impossible to go from Liangyu to Beizhou. As the protagonist of "Can Drink a Cup of Nothing", he was born to stir up the wind and rain, and go wherever he goes.

So Zongluo directly acquiesced that Yu Beizhou was secretly holding back some big moves.

Anyway, no one can wrong him.

Thinking about it too, in this life he set up a death escape, and most of Yu Beizhou applauded and couldn't help but be overjoyed. Now that he is back, Yu Beizhou will naturally try his best to stop him, otherwise he will not say such words at the gate of the city.

So the question is, why did Yu Beizhou appear here?

There are witch temples in each of the four sides of the Imperial City of Dayuan, and the central Great Witch Temple is located in the east of the center, all based on the number of Qimen Dunjia.

On weekdays, most of the people go to the Sifang Wu Temple to worship. The Dayuan Taiwu Temple is located in the Dawu Temple.

Next to the Prime Minister's Mansion is the Great Witch Temple.

Today, the Taiwu who sits in the Great Wu Temple is extremely mysterious. Even Zong Luo had only seen him once in his last life during the witch sacrifice ceremony.

The shaman sacrifice ceremony is the most important sacrifice in Dayuan, and it will only be held once when each monarch is on the throne. At the ceremony, Taiwu performed fortune-telling and calculated the future fortune of the country, so as to determine the candidate for the prince.

In other words, the outcome of Taiwu's fortune telling determines the fate of a country.

In the history of Dayuan, it is not that there has been a situation in which the reserve was established first, and then the witch sacrifice ceremony was abolished. There were also several emperors who loved the crown prince who insisted on doing things their own way, but in the end they almost ended up destroying the country.

But it is strange to say that even if there is a fortune telling, every change of the throne of the Zong family is still bloody, and it will not end in a good way. Among them, the current Emperor Yuan is taken as an example.

So in the future, no one dared to listen to Tai Wu's words.

Taiwu has a detached status in the court and has a very high prestige, no less than the national teachers of other countries, and even slightly higher. It is a pity that apart from divination, he cannot interfere in political affairs.

Zongluo has never heard of rumors about Taiwu's bias in his last life. Could it be that in this life, Yu Beizhou could still get on this line in private?

If nothing else, in addition to attracting peach blossoms, Yu Beizhou is usually loved by men, women, young and old, and the flowers are blooming. Even his tyrant father appreciates him immensely.

After all, Yu Beizhou is the protagonist who is loved by thousands of people.

"Okay, let's go."

Zongluo tied the white silk three times and twice, and opened the curtain again.

If Yu Beizhou and Taiwu were really connected, the little pervert would have won at the starting line.

The most important thing is... In his last life, he was inexplicably rejected by Emperor Yuan after the ritual ceremony.

If Yu Beizhou is really related to Taiwu, then it is hard to say that his own death in the previous life has nothing to do with Yu Beizhou.

The little servant rushed up to meet him, "Young master, be careful, it's raining heavily outside, don't get wet."

"Thank you."

Through the sloping umbrella surface, the sky is divided into two distinct pieces.

Zong Luo looked at the pouring rain outside, his face was slightly cold, and he was silent.

Thinking of the secret letter from the Ghost Valley in his pocket, a nameless fire rose in Zong Luo's heart.

Not long ago, Yu Beizhou also mentioned the rules of Guigu.

Yes, Ghost Valley does have rules.

Few people know that Guiguzi is not a person, but a nickname.

Guigu in the past has only accepted a fixed number of apprentices, and finally one of these apprentices was selected to accept the teachings of the previous Guiguzi, abandoned his name, and was named Mr. Guigu.

If you want to compete for the title of Guiguzi, you have to accept the challenge of other disciples, regardless of life or death.

But even if they die, they have to compete in an upright manner, using the swordsmanship they learned in Guigu to kill each other with their own hands.

Instead of using such a roundabout, calculating, and underhanded means.