In the past month on the northern border, there have been no sunny days.
This place was usually cold, let alone the abnormal weather this year, the frozen soil was almost going underground. In some of the deepest places, if the snow on top was unattended, one step could go beyond the knee bend.
On the road from the military camp to Hanmen Pass, soldiers were sent to clean up every day.
After the army pressed over, the snow was also trampled into ice for people to walk on.
After Zong Luo came out of the military camp, he rode directly on Zhao Yebai, with a single-minded thought of running to the wild mountains and ridges, where the terrain was steep.
If one went inside the pass, it was Hanmen Pass, and behind it was the territory of the Yu Country. If one went outside the pass, it was an open plain, where snow still piled up on the plain.
However, on both sides of this pass, there were only endless snow mountains around, and the cliffs that were steep to almost right angles were covered with thick ice. Unless one was a master of lightness skill and internal strength, ordinary people should not easily go up.
Zhao Yebai seemed to be able to perceive the master’s mind, and went all out, like a residual shadow sweeping over this vast snowfield, almost blending with the background.
In fact, if someone saw this scene, unless they looked closely, it was indeed easy to ignore the fact that there was still a person on the snowfield.
Huhuhu——
It was unknown when, the originally gloomy sky blew up cold winds again.
One after another, one knife after another, one piece after another. The faster the speed, the faster it blew, the needle tip generally stabbed on the human face, and the hair tail tied up behind the head was lifted.
After so many days of confusion after that night, it was suddenly broken when he saw the ugly goshawk hovering in the sky. It was like a basin of cold water pouring down on his head, dragging people out of the chaotic state.
People have to face those things they didn’t want to face.
Pain, struggle, the last of all, suffering.
Zong Luo had guessed countless times. Why after the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, did Emperor Yuan put him under house arrest in the capital. Why, when he knelt in front of the palace for a whole day and night, Emperor Yuan didn’t even want to see him, but gave him a decree to go to the border. And why, when he returned with his troops, he received that death decree.
Because that death decree is true.
Because he is not the biological son of Emperor Yuan at all.
Is it absurd? Is it funny?
Yes. Although the original text unfolded from the perspective of Yu Beizhou, it had never written why Yu Beizhou wanted to slaughter the Yu family, nor had it ever said why he insists on killing the Third Prince.
When Zong Luo transmigrated inside the book, the ‘Would You like to Have a Drink’ serialized to more than forty chapters. The story only progressed to the protagonist recruiting soldiers and horses in the Imperial City, trapped in the Shura field, and the comment section was full of stock buying battles.
(t/n: Shura Field-scene of bloody slaughter)
Since the protagonist of the original text had not revealed any intention to restore his identity, the comment area naturally did not know about this. It could only be said that the author’s foreshadowing was too deep and had not been able to write to reveal the past.
Only those who transmigrated the book would know from the beginning that the protagonist of ‘Would you Like to Have a Drink’ was a crazy critic, so having preconceptions and thinking it was normal for a madman to do these things, and have never thought carefully about why.
There was also hatred. Yu Beizhou repeatedly said that he hated him. The hatred was like a rootless duckweed, hate to the bone, but couldn’t take root, untenable, and inexplicable.
If it was said that there had been a feud for many years, this was not false, but it was not enough to sew up the body after death, and exhausting all exchange to continue to this lifetime.
Furthermore, it was the Yu family.
The mistress of the Yu family and the head of the Yu family, for no reason, were really exceptionally kind to a stranger.
When Zong Luo came over, the Third Prince had just passed his seventh birthday. He was worried about the plot in his heart, fearing that he would be killed by the protagonist like the original book, and chose to be sick at home.
During this period, the mistress and head of the Yu family would come to visit him almost every day, and even invited the imperial physician from the Wei Country Palace to see him for treatment, both filling prescriptions of medicine and asking about the cold and warmth.
At that time, Zong Luo had just transmigrated inside the book and had never experienced family warmth.
Although it was only a short month, his impression of the Yu family was particularly good. It was only after knowing that Yu Beizhou had destroyed the Yu family like the original book that he became so disappointed.
Pile after pile, piece by piece..
Zong Luo was not without doubts, but he had never thought deeply.
In the final analysis, he was too arrogant.
After transmigrating inside the book, relying on the original text, and always looking at the supreme being’s perspective, high and above.
Facing the cold wind, Zong Luo calmly forced himself to find the reason on his own body, as if this could erase those pains, those despair and truth, and there was no need to think deeply about what he pursued after transmigrating inside the book for two lifetimes, and whether the unclear death of the previous life was worth it.
He would rather use a blunt knife to stir his flesh and blood, a little bit, sinking into a blur.
But this did not mean that he was willing to see Yu Beizhou.
In this icy and bone-chilling air, Zong Luo heard the sound coming from behind.
It was also the hurried horse’s hooves, stepping on the snow.
Pleasantly, as usual, with some arrogant voice, echoed in the deserted snowfield. “Senior brother, don’t you want to see me like this?”
If possible, Zong Luo didn’t want to hear this voice in his life. He didn’t want to have any intersection, any entanglement with the owner of this voice.
Right and wrong have long been indistinguishable, and one could never be rational in the face of emotions, even if one clearly knew that they were displacing their anger.
He suddenly reined in his horse.
Zhao Yebai neighed softly and obediently stopped.
A man and a horse stood silently on the snowfield.
At some unknown time, the snowfield began to fall with fine snow again.
The cold wind lifted the pure white hair and sideburns of the prince in white, and the falling snowflakes adorned the long curled eyelashes, as if they were coated with a layer of delicious frosting. Paired with his all-white gold robe, not only was there a fragility that could be broken, but there was also no sadness or joy. The whole person sank into the twilight, faded away, and disappeared without a trace.
Yu Beizhou suddenly stepped on the stirrup.
The black horse raised its hooves high and stopped dangerously not far away.
