After saying this, the large tent fell into a long silence.
Even Zong Luo himself revealed some regret in his heart.
This sentence was indeed too heavy.
No matter how angry he was, no matter how much he wished to stuff Yu Beizhou back into the womb for a remake, Zong Luo in his normal state would not say such words.
It’s not that he couldn’t say it, but Zong Luo was accustomed to facing everything calmly and indifferently. No matter who he met, even if it was Zong Chengsi and his group who truly plotted his death in his previous life, he would not say such heavy and cruel words.
However, it was clear that he could never remain calm in front of Yu Beizhou.
This uncontrollable feeling made Zong Luo extremely irritable.
Just as he was about to say something, Pei Qianxue’s voice suddenly came from outside the tent. “Jin Yu, I brought back the new wooden cup.”
Zong Luo paused for a moment. “Okay, I’ll come to get it after I change my clothes.”
As he said this, he really slid his hand to his belt, took off the outermost robe, and changed into a new garment with red dark patterns on a white background.
Fortunately, the blood just got on his collar, so he only needed to change an outer robe, and didn’t need to change the inner garment as well.
In the middle of changing clothes, Zong Luo could feel a strong gaze staring at his back.
After he fastened his belt, the voice suddenly rang out.
“Senior brother is right, this is good.”
Hating him like this, is good.
Yu Beizhou didn’t understand love, he only knew how to hate day after day.
He didn’t understand, couldn’t learn, and didn’t need to learn.
The crown prince in white suddenly turned around, but only saw the back of Yu Beizhou walking towards the outside of the tent.
Pei Qianxue, who was waiting outside in peace, suddenly saw the curtain of the tent lifted in front of him. Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Yu Beizhou coming out from inside.
The handsome young man had blood on the corner of his mouth, and the redness at the end of his phoenix eyes had not faded.
His face did not have the usual lazy smile of indifference to the world, but rather a calm expression, it was like calm after gaining enlightenment.
Of course, this calmness turned into undisguised gloom and malice when he saw the green-robed prime minister standing at the entrance of the tent.
Pei Qianxue could even feel the cold murderous intent emanating from him. Sharp as a bayonet that saw blood and killed in one blow, the next moment it would cause a person’s head to fall.
This was the murderous intent that only those who have stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood could possess.
However, it only lasted for a short second.
After a second, Yu Beizhou passed by him without looking back, with a contemptuous attitude, as if he saw a bunch of foxtail grass on the side of the road that didn’t need to be cared about.
Watching the retreating figure of the King of Beining, Pei Qianxue was extremely anxious at heart.
Just now, when he was outside the tent, he heard some unusual movements inside and guessed that there might be another person. He didn’t expect it to be the King of Beining, who Jin Yu said had not returned all night.
Thinking of the extremely unpleasant attitude of the King of Beining just now, Pei Qianxue hurriedly stepped forward, said a low “excuse me”, and lifted the curtain of the tent.
Unexpectedly, the crown prince in white was standing properly behind the desk.
Pei Qianxue immediately saw the overturned wooden cup on the ground, as well as the disordered documents and crumpled papers on the desk.
It seemed that there had been a rather intense argument in the tent.
“Jin Yu.” He put the cup in his hand on the table, and as he looked up, he happened to see Zong Luo turn around.
Pei Qianxue’s gaze suddenly froze.
On that slender, snow-white neck, there were spots of red marks, like plum blossoms falling on snow, with even faint tooth and finger marks on the edges.
Not only that, but even those beautifully shaped thin lips were stained with bright red blood, which was shocking.
It was as if a pair of large hands had once gripped this neck from behind, buried their head in it, and sucked and bit wantonly, grinding over it with sharp and cruel tiger teeth, licking the blood on the lips, declaring ownership.
“What’s wrong?” Zong Luo followed his gaze, subconsciously raised his hand, and accurately touched the tooth mark pressed on his neck, his face immediately turned ugly.
Because of Yu Beizhou’s continued stubbornness and the marks on his neck, he completely lost the desire to explain his slip of the tongue.
Facing Pei Qianxue’s gaze, Zong Luo could only say, “I just had some disagreements with the King of Beining and we had a fight.”
He had changed his clothes, but forgot that he not only had bite marks on his neck now, but also his hair, which had been neatly tied by Pei Qianxue not long ago, was messed up by Yu Beizhou, scattered messily behind him, looking extremely embarrassed.
Pei Qianxue was naturally observant, and now his changed clothes were still piled on the ground, not to mention that his body was bloody everywhere. Zong Luo had no confidence in deceiving him completely, and since he hadn’t done anything shameful, he might as well admit it frankly.
However, having said that, Zong Luo still turned around awkwardly and picked up a beautifully woven silk handkerchief.
There was no bronze mirror in the camp at all, he couldn’t see where there was blood on his neck, and wiped it haphazardly.
“Let me do it.”
The green-robed prime minister took a step forward, and his usually calm eyes like a deep pool stirred up ripples. However, when Zong Luo looked closely, it disappeared instantly and was buried in that surface like pine and bamboo.
Zong Luo hesitated for a moment, but still handed the handkerchief to him.
The white handkerchief wet with water was taken over by Pei Qianxue, who pursed his thin lips and carefully wiped it on the slender neck of the crown prince in white.
When he got close, Zong Luo could even smell the clear and cold scent on the other person, just like Pei Qianxue himself, aloof and proud. He seemed humble, but in fact, had more edges and corners than anyone else.
