Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Pei Qianxue came with Yuan Jia, and the process of talking with Zong Luo did not cover up too much.

Many courtiers, princes and dignitaries present saw this scene.

After Yuan Jia took the blind boy away, the field became active again.

Except for a few, not many people thought that he was the third prince, and they all believed that he was a person who made a name for himself. After all, the third prince is a dragon and a phoenix, so how could he be so blind.

However, since His Majesty has already summoned him, whether it is a pheasant or a phoenix will be revealed soon, and there is really no need to ask for any unpleasantness on the cusp of this storm.

It can only be said that if it is really the three princes who survived the hardship...then the situation of the imperial city's seizure of the crown may have to undergo another round of reshuffle.

Just come back again, with such an appearance, the throne is destined to be hopeless. It's hard to say whether you can protect yourself in the storage seizure.

Even Yushi Xue couldn't help sighing deeply after the tears, and he looked worried.

Zong Chengsi stood aside, his pupils full of deep thought.

Recently, all his attention has been paid to Yu Beizhou, who has not seen him behind closed doors. When he wooed Zongluo, he included the younger brother of the fifth emperor and the sixth emperor, but he neglected Pei Qianxue for a while.

But it's not a big deal. Even if Pei Qianxue is not missed, with Zong Chengsi's current strength, he can't interfere with this prime minister of the Great Yuan who holds real power.

Anyway, before that, he had already left a number with the Three Emperor Brothers, and he only needed the wisher to take the bait.

Zong Chengsi comforted himself like this, turned his head and pulled a servant to ask, "Where is the ninth prince now?"

"If you go back to the fourth highness, the ninth highness should be on the way now."

Zong Hongjiu went to the hunting art field with the younger brother of the sixth emperor only a few days ago, and also brought the eighth prince who had no sense of existence in the cold palace. Later, I don't know what happened. It is said that I accidentally fell off my horse and suffered serious skin injuries. When I went back, I cried out in pain and rested in bed for a long time.

Emperor Yuan saw that he was indeed injured, so he did not bring him yesterday, but let him rest.

But the Qing ritual is definitely not able to escape. This is the end of the year festival, and the royal family has to participate. So early this morning, Zong Hongjiu reluctantly took a sedan chair from the palace and came humming all the way.

As soon as the sedan chair stopped, he had a stinky face, and no one with discernment dared to go up and provoke him.

Ye Linghan saw it from a distance, and even stepped back without a trace, hiding himself in the crowd, hoping not to be discovered by Zong Hongjiu.

Originally, Zong Hongjiu was in a bad mood, and he was even more unhappy when he heard that some people were discussing the topic of someone looking like the third prince.

A few days ago, he was beaten by that fake at the hunting art field. Zong Hongjiu had never suffered such grievances since he was a child.

Unexpectedly, he ran into a wall with Duan Junhao, the commander of the garrison.

Just when he was about to lose his temper, his father suddenly came.

Zong Hongjiu didn't dare to say anything this time.

No matter how arrogant he is outside, in front of Emperor Yuan, he will always clamp his tail, play tricks and betray him, and he is afraid of his tyrant father and emperor from the bottom of his heart.

Not to mention that the last time he mentioned that fake, he was severely punished, just because he secretly brought Zong Ruichen out of the palace, if Emperor Yuan found out, he would definitely not be able to please him.

On weekdays, Emperor Yuan seemed to have forgotten about Zong Ruichen, the innate stupid eight son, and let the other party live in the cold palace. But in fact, apart from some preferential treatment for Zong Hongjiu, he treated other princes equally, neither cold nor hot.

One year, I don't know who mentioned it in front of him, but Emperor Yuan actually took it to heart. He turned around and asked Yuan Jia to go to the cold palace and arranged it properly, so Zong Ruichen had a pretty good life in those two years. It's just that Zong Hongjiu grew up and became a demon king in the palace. He didn't like this stupid eighth emperor brother. He bullied him privately once, and found that this fool is stupid and can't even complain. Just got more daring.

After all, Zong Ruichen is also precious as a prince. If Zong Hongjiu wants to complain, the first step is to explain clearly why he appeared here, so as not to be discovered.

The father emperor just forgot the name of the eighth emperor, if he stabs him, but he slaps himself, it will be more than worth the loss.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zong Hongjiu reluctantly shut his mouth. Even when Emperor Yuan came to visit him, he only said that he had to follow Zong Yongliu to watch hunting art, but he was naughty and ran away from the horse. Falling down, this ended up with a blue nose and a swollen face.

Thinking of this, Zong Hongjiu was very angry.

"what are you guys saying?"

So he pushed away the inner servant standing in front of him and asked with a sullen face.

The children of the aristocratic family were stunned for a moment. If it wasn't for the other party wearing the prince's clothes, they would not have recognized that this child with a blue nose and a swollen face was the Ninth Highness.

"We're talking about the student just now..."

"What student, he is a fake!"

When Zong Hongjiu heard it, he was furious: "My father even summoned him?"

When he thought that he was beaten like this pig head a few days ago, the grievances in his heart couldn't stop surging, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the quiet room where Emperor Yuan was staying.

......

Zong Luo stood outside the door, stiff like a wooden sculpture.

In the inner room, both the witch doctor and the imperial doctor came, and the servant took a basin and brought out a basin of blood from it.

Yuan Jia stood at the door, his white eyebrows lowered slightly, his eyes full of worry.

He seemed to be muttering to himself, as if speaking to Zong Luo, who had amnesia.

"Your Majesty's health has been getting worse and worse over the years. He was born as a military general and has fought in the battlefield for many years. He has magical internal strength to protect his body. In the next two years, if you usually correct the memorial, you can sleep all night, and the next day is still full of energy, wearing a dragon The robe can go straight up."

The prince in white clenched his fists.

He knows.

After being reborn, he died outside for a year. According to the time line, he had already gone to the border at this time in his previous life.

When he was at the border, Yushi Xue sent him a secret letter saying that His Majesty's dragon body was getting sicker day by day. Persuade him to go to Beijing to hand over more memorials or show his affection, and move him with affection and reason, and maybe things will turn around.

After Zongluo went to the border gate, the sixth prince once thought that the enemy had been eliminated, so he secretly signaled that half of the courtiers should unite to put pressure on Emperor Yuan, trying to force out the prince.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuan was furious when he heard the words, blood flowed like a river on the spot, and he even ruthlessly pulled out the sixth prince behind him, and almost beat him to death in the courtroom.

However, since then, Emperor Yuan's body and bones have indeed gotten worse and worse.

After all, in another year, it will be a complete outbreak, sudden serious illness, and unconsciousness.

When Emperor Yuan was in power, he used absolute violence and cruel rule to suppress many of his scheming and sinister subordinates. No matter how scheming these people are, they are still afraid of this tyrant, and honestly dedicate their talents to the foundation of Da Yuan.

But when Emperor Yuan fell ill and fell like a mountain, these people could no longer hold back.

The completion of a building requires countless solid foundations to be able to rise from the ground up.

But the building will collapse, and it is only a momentary thing.

"He... Your Majesty, how long has it been?"

Zong Luo still pretended to be unaware, with an ignorant expression, faithfully fulfilling his amnesia character.

Yuan Jia looked at him deeply: "That's the two years... no, since last year, the old slave sometimes helped to serve tea in the early nights, and he could see His Majesty sleeping on the dragon chair with a pen in his hand. He didn't even loosen his brows even when he was resting."

last year. So much happened last year.

Zong Luo's heart skipped a beat.

The battle of Hangu Pass, and his death escape.

"Three... Young Master, it's the old slave who has overstepped and shouldn't say these things. But now that you are amnesiac and blind, there are some things that the old slave has to-"

Yuan Jia wanted to say something else, but suddenly there was a rush of hurried footsteps in the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, Zong Hongjiu rushed over from the end aggressively, shouting while running: "Where is the royal father?! You go and inform this prince, I want to see the royal father!"

Just now, the imperial doctor has been instructing thousands of times that he must clear an absolutely quiet environment in the Great Witch Temple, perform acupuncture treatment for His Majesty, and burn incense to diagnose the pulse.

Now Zong Hongjiu's voice almost didn't make his hands tremble, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Yuan Jia frowned: "Ninth Highness, please keep your voice softer. Your Majesty has not woken up yet, and it is time for recuperation."

Zong Hongjiu was used to being lawless and looked down on eunuchs like Yuan Jia the most.

He turned his head, just in time to see the waiter walking out of the quiet room with a basin of bruised blood, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "What's going on? What's going on with the father? What happened to the father? Who hurt the father?"

This noise is really annoying. There was no one present who could discipline.

Zong Luo was about to speak, but Zong Hongjiu saw him in the next second.

The ten-year-old's face showed undisguised resentment.

"Okay! Sure enough, you are a fake! It's you, right!"

He wanted to rush over, and remembered that Zong Luo easily beat him to the ground without taking anything last time, then he shrank back and shouted at the top of his voice: "Someone! Come on someone! , there is an assassin here! Quickly take him to this prince!"

In the past, Zong Hongjiu asked for anything in the palace. With such a big shout, I don't know how many people came to help him with his shoes.

Unexpectedly, when he shouted this time, the surroundings became silent.

The waiter quickly put down the basin and knelt down.

Zong Hongjiu was stunned for a long time before realizing that the person inside might have woken up, and quickly said loudly: "Father!"

The voice of the imperial doctor came from the quiet room: "Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible! You need to rest now, and it is not suitable for you to get angry again."

Emperor Yuan waved his hand indifferently.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of wearing a dragon robe and slowly getting up.

The door was slowly pulled open.

Seeing that Emperor Yuan was awake, Zong Hongjiu immediately pointed at Zong Luo and said, "Father, that's him! He is the counterfeit that Erchen said last time, and the world can learn from it. How dare Erchen deceive father!"

"roll."

Emperor Yuan spit out a word coldly.

Zong Hongjiu thought that this meant to let Zong Luo go, and was about to show a triumphant smile, but Emperor Yuan didn't even look at him, and his face was vaguely shrouded in the prelude to a storm.

"I said get out, can't you hear me?!"

He turned to Zong Hongjiu: "And you, get out! Don't let me say it a second time."

Zong Hongjiu was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, he didn't dare to say anything more, and ran away.

He had never seen his father so angry, and even the last time he eavesdropped in the palace, Emperor Yuan was not so angry.

In an instant, all the unrelated people and others all evacuated the scene, and the birds and beasts scattered.

Zongluo stood there and turned around to leave, but heard the voice behind Emperor Yuan who couldn't hear the anger and anger: "You stay."

So the leg he was going to walk away from had to stop abruptly and turn around again.

Soon, all the people in this area were evacuated, not even the dark guards were left.

In the silence, no one planned to speak in advance.

Zongluo bowed his hands forward: "Caomin doesn't know that it was Your Majesty before, how offended you are, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive you..."

"clang--"

In an instant, a heavy object slammed towards him, wiped his forehead, and shattered to the ground.

It was a teacup full of warm water, and the tea in it was scattered all over Zong Luo, causing a dark tea stain on the white clothes.

Warm blood slowly dripped from the forehead of the white-robed prince.

"I ask you, since you didn't die, why didn't you return?"

"Since you have returned, why do you pretend to be amnesia in front of me?"

Emperor Yuan's voice suppressed his anger, like a prelude to a volcanic eruption.

"Do you really think...you can hide from me?"