Would You Like to Have a Drink

As a result, after Yu Beizhou ascended the throne, he was like a changed person. He would rather nest in the sleeping hall every day than handle a few more political affairs, and abruptly made himself a fatuous and self-indulgent ruler.

With such a contrast, the world actually spontaneously named Emperor Yuan, which was also outrageous.

Yu Beizhou said in a deep voice, “This minister dares not.”

Zong Luo rarely saw this person like this, he retracted his thorns for him, and honestly bowed his head.

“You dare not? Zhen see you dare!”

Emperor Yuan suddenly raised his voice. “Stinky boy, don’t think Zhen doesn’t know what good things you did in your previous life. Just knowing how to lead Luo’er astray, believe it or not, Zhen will issue a marriage decree now.”

Yu Beizhou, who had been silent all the time, suddenly raised his head.

His expression instantly cooled down, his dark pupils were fierce, and he was determined to die. “Jin Yu is mine.”

Zong Luo, who was suddenly hugged by Yu Beizhou in front of the Father Emperor’s couch: “…..”

What is this? Coming out?

Emperor Yuan became increasingly cold, glaring at Yu Beizhou on the sick bed, looking like he was going to jump up and hit someone in the next second. “Still calling so intimately in front of Zhen. What, not going to be an emperor in this life?”

The young man in red tightened his hand even more. “I only want him, I just only want him.”

Emperor Yuan sneered. “Then what should you call Zhen?”

Upon hearing this, Yu Beizhou was stunned.

After a long silence, he said softly, “Father Emperor.”

That’s right, Emperor Yuan must have known early on that he was the true bloodline of the Zong family.

The Zong family were all proud. Since Yu Beizhou didn’t want to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, Emperor Yuan also disdained to recognize this son. As a subordinate, he would give what he should appreciate. Anyway, there were so many princes, one missing was not bad either.

In an instant, the heavy pressure just now disappeared.

Emperor Yuan laid back on the couch again.

After the pretended anger just now dissipated, he seemed to be a layer older, and his face was gloomy.

But it had to be said that watching the stinky kid forced to surrender was extraordinarily cool.

The emperor smiled and waved at them, his throat making a hoarse voice. “Come here.”

Zong Luo turned his head, glared at Yu Beizhou, and forcibly pulled the person over.

Emperor Yuan glanced at their overlapping hands. “From now on, Zhen will leave Luo’er to you.”

“Remember what you promised Zhen just now. Since you don’t want to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan, even if you get married, you have to marry into the family, otherwise, it’s out of the question.”

This was an acknowledgment.

Yu Beizhou, a tense string, finally relaxed. “Okay.”

He knew how much his senior brother valued family affection. If Emperor Yuan was determined to grant a marriage and separate them before his death, it would really be hard to say what the consequences would be.

After shedding the domineering appearance just now, Emperor Yuan’s expression finally softened a bit.

“Great Yuan will be left to you both.”

He looked at the pair of sons in front of the bed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

No matter how much he disliked Yu Beizhou, in fact, as a monarch, he was not stingy with his appreciation for this subordinate. And Zong Luo’s excellence was obvious to all.

They were all dragons and phoenixes among people, not things in the pond.

(t/n: not things in the pond- It is a metaphor that this person will develop greatly in the future and will not be limited to his current achievements. It is not a small animal that lives in the pond for a long time. It is a metaphor that people with great ambitions will eventually do great things.)

In this life, with Zong Luo, Yu Beizhou should not make mistakes again.

At the end of his life, the emperor’s turbid eyes seemed to penetrate the palace wall and look at the great rivers and mountains outside.

In his previous life, he was unable to witness Great Yuan’s iron cavalry flattening the world, which was also Emperor Yuan’s regret. But in this life, not only did he successfully reconcile with his beloved son, cultivate a good successor for the country, but also unified the Central Plains, accomplishing this unprecedented achievement. Presumably soon, he would be able to explain to those Zong ancestors in the ancestral hall.

When returning to heaven, he would probably be able to talk to the old ancestors for three days and three nights, boasting about his son without repetition.

It could be said that he was quite satisfied.

“After Zhen leaves, you have to treat him better. This stinky kid let you be reborn, should have paid a lot.”

Yu Beizhou was stunned.

After resolving the major issues of life, he stood aside as if it had nothing to do with him, silently watching this warm family drama of fatherly love and filial piety.

Before this, he had never thought that Emperor Yuan would say these words.

“If it weren’t for emperor’s purple qi, perhaps there would be no chance to come back again, Zhen is already like this, let alone him.” Emperor Yuan said, “Although this stinky kid is not good in every way, but a sincere heart is not a pretense, just speaks unpleasantly. If there is again, just beat him a few times, can’t spoil him.”

(t/n: purple qi-In ancient times, it was considered auspicious. Attached to it is the omen of the appearance of emperors, sages, etc.; it is the aura that was considered a treasure in the past.)

Zong Luo was still crying, and when he heard the words, he showed an ugly smile. “Okay.”

He rarely cried. In his previous life, even if he committed suicide, he did not shed a tear.

In this life, not only did he cry for Yu Beizhou, but today he also cried so much that his eyes, nose, and lips were red.

Looking at his always strong son crying so violently, Emperor Yuan’s just relaxed breath came up again, somewhat ridiculous. “Why are you crying, have you ever imagined that Zhen could live forever? In the future, you are going to be the emperor, man has tears, how can you flick them lightly.”

Eternal life was impossible. Even if it was not today, one day, we would also welcome this scene.

Seeing them for the last time before dying, it was now considered complete.

“The country is the master, and people are the guests. In Zhen’s life, there are no regrets left.”

State affairs and family affairs have all been perfectly done.

If there is only one regret, perhaps that I have not witnessed my beloved son ascend to the throne.

But it’s okay, Emperor Yuan thought, he will be watching in heaven.

Emperor Yuan patted Zong Luo’s hand. “You will always be Zhen’s proudest prince.”

Finally, his gaze turned to Yu Beizhou. “You too.”

“Being exiled to the Wei Country, never short of ambition, have fought for the current situation, and have not fallen into the bloodline of the Zong family, Zhen is also proud of you.”

Yu Beizhou suddenly closed his hand and lowered his gaze in silence.

If it weren’t for this, His Royal Highness murdering the imperial heir, capital crimes are difficult to escape, how could it be possible to live until now?

In this crying and silence, the emperor laughed, and his broad hand covered the overlapping hands of the two people, like a heritage.

“Zhen is proud of you both.”