Would You Like to Have a Drink

As soon as opening the mouth, it’s the old green tea. (TL: pretend to be innocent but was actually calculating)

Old Fourth was just this tedious, hypocritical and pretentious, no matter how much he hated in private, he always had to show a harmonious appearance on the surface. He even came out to play the peacemaker when other princes were fighting, playing the good-guy role.

Before the Hanmen Pass, Gongsun You told Zong Luo that Zong Chengsi had known about his feigned amnesia. After Zong Luo’s eyes ‘logically’ recovered, he ran to contact the Fifth and Sixth princes privately, wanting to join forces to deal with him.

Unfortunately, due to Yu Beizhou’s divine stroke later, it made Zong Luo completely lose his mind to pay attention to this matter, and he didn’t know if Zong Chengsi had successfully allied with the Old Fifth and Old Sixth.

It’s just that in the past few months, Zong Ruichen seemed to have a good time with the Old Fourth.

Not to mention that Zong Luo’s eye disease had now recovered, he had directly changed from an ally to a competitor for the throne. It’s just that Zong Luo, who was now full of numbness, it would be absolutely impossible to play any tricks with these princes to seize the throne, which was completely meaningless.

Zong Ruichen saw Zong Luo and also said hello to the Third Imperial Brother in a muffled voice.

“Xiao Ba, I’m back.”

Zong Luo felt guilty in his heart.

He touched Zong Ruichen’s head, “Your martial arts haven’t been learned yet, wait for the next battle, Imperial brother will take you to the battlefield.”

A few months ago, he left in such a hurry that he didn’t fulfill his promise to Zong Ruichen. After all, Zong Ruichen’s training time in the army was too short, and Zong Luo knew that this trip to the Yu Country was just a walk-through, and the journey in the middle was even longer, since he didn’t get the corresponding training, thus he didn’t take Zong Ruichen.

Zong Ruichen sniffled. “Okay.”

Of course, peace on the surface was still necessary. Zong Yongliu, who was standing aside, exchanged a look with Zong Chengsi, and also reluctantly called out to the imperial brother.

Zong Yongliu really didn’t expect that this Third Imperial Brother, who in his impression would only fight and never get the love of the Father Emperor, would now become the biggest dark horse in the fight for the throne. Even surpassed the Old Fifth and him, and directly entered the Yuchun Palace, how could it not make people’s teeth itch with hate?

Only Zong Yuanwu, the attitude was particularly peaceful.

Seeing Zong Yuanwu, Zong Luo also remembered something, and went straight up. “Old Fifth, can I borrow a step to speak?” (TL: borrow a step-Chinese word that means to take a step out and ask someone to come out and find a secluded place to talk)

Zong Yuanwu also had this intention, and the two walked into the Great Witch Temple together.

Watching Zong Luo and Zong Yuanwu leave as if no one else was there, Zong Chengsi became more and more irritable in his heart.

However, this appearance turned into a hypocritical fake smile in Zong Ruichen’s eyes. “What’s wrong, Xiao Ba, I’m worried about the Third Imperial Brother’s hair, do you know what’s going on?”

Zong Ruichen shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking about and lowered his head.

On the other side, Zong Luo left with Zong Yuanwu.

The two walked through the variously shaped wooden buildings in the Great Witch Temple and came to an open grassland.

Zong Yuanwu spoke first. “Third Imperial Brother, you must be careful, Old Fourth and Old Sixth have joined forces.”

Zong Chengsi sent Gongsun You to lobby the Fifth and Sixth princes. With his eloquent tongue, he successfully pulled the Sixth under his command, but he hit a wall with Zong Yuanwu.

Because of that dream, Zong Yuanwu now actively stepped into the power center of the Fifth Prince’s Mansion, gradually taking back his own voice from the old general’s hand. The latter didn’t realize that his wings were hard, and thought that this grandson finally had some ambition for the throne, so he didn’t guard against it.

If it were in the past, whether or not to cooperate with Zong Chengsi, the choice would be up to the old general, and the strategists and menkes would not come to ask his opinion. Now that he had a say, he directly refused.

Zong Luo nodded, not talking much about the matter of seizing the throne. “When will you have time to come to Yuchun Palace, I have something to give you.”

The Daxia Longque given to him by Lord Wu An, Zong Luo thought about it, and basically all the people around him who learned martial arts were practicing swords. After all, the sword was the head of all weapons, a gentleman’s sword, which was quick to learn. Thinking about it, the only one who had formally learned the sword was Zong Yuanwu.

Zong Yuanwu’s martial arts was not very good, but he was a collector. The gold silk soft armor that was transferred to Zong Luo by Emperor Yuan before came from his inventory, which could be described as a poor student with a lot of stationery.

No matter what, Zong Yuanwu had previously risked telling him about the content of his dream, and Zong Luo should return the favor. The Daxia Longque in his hand may not be able to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but it could definitely be treasured like a precious belonging.

After Zong Yuanwu left, Zong Luo tidied up his mood and walked towards the main hall.

Just as he walked to a secluded and uninhabited witch building, the tightly closed door panel was suddenly pushed open, and a hot and scorching hand stretched out from inside, grabbed his wrist fiercely, and threw him onto the cold wall.

Zong Luo was annoyed in his heart, and pushed out with one elbow. “Yu Beizhou, what on earth do you want to do?!”

The latter lowered his head, the expression on his face was obscure and complex.

After a long time, he whispered. “Don’t go.”