Since he received the letter from Ye Linghan, Zong Luo naturally went back to pack up his things for the first time, preparing to temporarily leave the right camp and sit in the main camp.
This was a very risky impulse, but he believed in Zong Ruichen and Ye Linghan, and would not send any false information at this critical moment.
Not to mention Ye Linghan, those people from his previous life, Zong Luo had basically forgiven.
Emperor Yuan had always loved him. In such a situation, he did not sentence him to death, but spared his life. For a feudal emperor, this was already incredible. Gongsun You worshiped him in this life and was now under his command, Ye Linghan was accidentally saved by him, and Pei Qianxue continued to be his best friend. Although they did something wrong, Zong Luo could distinguish between them in this life and the previous one.
Not to mention Gongsun You, although he watched coldly on the city wall in his previous life, he really served him in this life. Ye Linghan was almost like a dog to him, and after knowing the truth about the destruction of the Yu family, even the resentment that he stole the death decree in his previous life was gone. Even the princes, to tell the truth, did not do anything to him in this life. Thus before Zong Chengsi died, Zong Luo was willing to offer advice to Emperor Yuan.
Only Yu Beizhou, he could not forgive.
The person who pleaded for him in his previous life was Yu Beizhou, the one who changed his rebirth was Yu Beizhou, and the one who tried to make up for it after a moment of slip of the tongue was also Yu Beizhou. This person, apart from being unforgiving in his mouth, did not harm him at all, but because of those self-righteous givings, those words that hurt more than the tip of a knife, time and time again. Zong Luo just couldn’t forgive him.
This kind of affection mixed with hatred would become like this.
When he asked Yu Beizhou ‘if you don’t understand love, have you ever thought about yourself, maybe you don’t understand love either.’
Yu Beizhou was proud, and so was Zong Luo.
They were all too proud.
When Zong Luo left the right camp, he knew very well that there would be a fierce attack here next. He sat on Zhao Yebai looking at the military camp not far away.
It’s still night now.
In a little more than an hour, the sky would be dimly lit.
Further away, there were cavalry, heavy cavalry, infantry, archers, chariots and countless types of soldiers silently on the horizon, with a large army pressing on.
In the dark, no one rested, including the army of the Wei Country on the opposite side, the watchtower was sleepless all night, and the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke spread. In order to cover his departure, the moment he stepped out of the boundary, the Great Yuan would take the initiative to advance.
Perhaps somewhere behind the darkness, there would be the trajectory of the operation of the Shenji Crossbow, which was several meters high, with its arrowhead pointing directly at the position where he was leaving.
Zong Luo stared at the military camp.
However, to his disappointment, there was no familiar red shadow there.
“Let’s go.” Zong Luo laughed at himself.
The crown prince, who had put on cold and hard armor, pulled down his helmet and hid his white hair under the thick armor.
Zhao Yebai neighed, and like an arrow off the string, it rushed out.
Behind him, in the dark place where the world was silent, the horn of the sky suddenly sounded.
Toot——toot——toot——
One by one, torches were lit on the fences and beacon towers, illuminating the night sky.
The deafening sounds of killing, roaring, like waves, converged into a piece.
Because of the cover, and the Great Yuan taking the initiative to attack first, Zong Luo’s withdrawal was quite smooth.
In less than half an hour, after arriving at the central camp, he dismounted and was about to hand over with the generals.
At this moment, a fluttering sound of wings suddenly came from the sky.
Something fell down and hit Zong Luo accurately.
Such a wind sound was simply a complete exposure.
A moment later, Zhanlu was unsheathed, and it stabbed into the watch box steadily, hanging the wooden box on the tip of the sword.
This was a brocade box that was extremely familiar to Zong Luo.
Inside, a pill was lying quietly, no different from the last time he saw it.
The ugly goshawk, who had faithfully executed its master’s orders, flew around in the sky, hissed at Zhao Yebai, flapped its wings, and flew towards the distance.
Only Zong Luo stood in place.
Even though he hadn’t said a word to Yu Beizhou for more than a month, the meaning of this pill was clear to both of them.
This was the only evidence that Zong Luo could use to convince Emperor Yuan.
The meaning of giving it back to him now was to represent that all the arrangements made by Yu Beizhou before have no place to use.
He tacitly allowed Zong Luo to clarify everything with Emperor Yuan, personally unlocked the shackles that originally imprisoned Zong Luo with the position of the crown prince, and even leaving the Imperial City after the war of the Wei Country.
Yu Beizhou admitted defeat.
But how is this possible?
Zong Luo felt a strong absurdity.
No one knew better than him about Yu Beizhou’s stubbornness, Yu Beizhou’s madness, that kind of determination to hold on to him even if he would rather die, to offer up everything with both hands, and to be determined to die together.
He seemed to finally remember, turned around abruptly, and looked at Zong Ruichen. “Did Ye Linghan mention the operating principle of the Shenji Crossbow in the letter?”
Zong Ruichen nodded and said hesitantly in a low voice, “He did, he said that in order to lock the launch, you must get the blood of a blood relative.”
“The assassination of Father Emperor by the Wei Country’s men of sacrifice was actually just a feint. They took blood from the Sixth Prince, and that’s how they locked Third Brother’s position.”
