Would You Like to Have a Drink

Chapter 47.1 

At first sight of Gu Ziyuan, Zong Luo felt guilty, which was rare.

Originally, when he had a chat with his martial uncle for a moment, both felt that Gu Ziyuan was too honest and didn’t understand the ways of the world. In addition, there were too many variables about returning to the Imperial City, therefore he didn’t say anything to him.

The other Confucian disciples also didn’t know Zong Luo’s identity, they only knew that the actual team leader was him.

Previously, Zong Luo had put all his attention on tackling the male lead and male supporting characters  in “Would You Like to Have a Drink” as well as his own tyrant father emperor, completely ignoring this unexpected friend he had made in this lifetime.

In line with the facts, he couldn’t be blamed either, after all, Gu Ziyuan had no name in the original book. Even Zong Luo had only heard his name once in his previous life. It seemed that after winning top in calligraphy in the Baijia Banquet, he went off to Zhaowen Pavilion to compile history books.

Zong Luo speculated that Gu Ziyuan in his previous life did not participate in any follow-ups of the plot.

There was no such thing as compiling history books in just a few years, it simply couldn’t be completed at all. Let alone being involved in the seizing of the throne, which prince would also fret over trivial things while seizing the crown prince position.

He paused for a moment, “You don’t have to, Ziyuan should still address me the same as before.”

Zong Luo thought it over in his mind, in the end, he still decided to–go all the way to the dark.

(t/n: go all the way to the dark (black)-a common saying, meaning in order to achieve a certain goal, there’s no hesitation, regardless of the consequences, and insist on going to the end.)

Confucianism had placed their bet on him, which itself carried certain risks. If Gu Ziyuan found out, he would inevitably be affected. It would be better not to say anything and let him walk back to his previous life where he didn’t care about worldly affairs and devoted himself to compiling history books.

He just didn’t know how much Gu Ziyuan had guessed now.

He’s simply inexperienced, yet nevertheless was very intelligent, otherwise it would be impossible to be revered as a great scholar, overwhelming the crowd at the Baijia Banquet and winning the title of top calligrapher.

Upon hearing that Zong Luo’s real identity was the Third Prince, and after thinking carefully again, it would be inevitable to produce clues.

If he guessed it, Zong Luo didn’t plan to hide it by force either.

Gu Ziyuan, who was drooping his head just now, immediately raised his eyes. “Really?!”

His expression leaped with joy, without any sign of discoloration in the countenance, and all the loss and sadness just now were swept away.

Zong Luo: “…….”

Right. It’s him who had hoped too much, this guy didn’t guess it at all!

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Will I still lie to you?”

“Brother Luo!”

Visible to the naked eye, Gu Ziyuan changed from drooping his head to being a blooming flower in seconds. Zong Luo doubted if what he’s seeing was a big dog.

However, extreme joy begets sorrow.

“Ziyuan, shall we go in first then continue?”

Standing at the door and talking was not a problem. Just when Zong Luo hurriedly asked him to take a rest in the guest room, Gu Ziyuan responded in a good voice first, and was about to move forward when he suddenly trembled twice and almost fell down on the spot.

Zong Luo was startled, and quickly reached out to help him.

He had already noticed the abnormal discoloration on Gu Ziyuan’s face, it was cold and windy outside, and had just frosted last night, yet the latter was only wearing a thin autumn garment when he came.

During the Qingsi yesterday, the Confucian disciples said that Gu Ziyuan was sick and had a cold, that’s why he didn’t come. It seemed that he had yet to recover from his illness today, even so, he still came out to find him.

“I’m, I’m fine.”

Being supported by the prince in white, Gu Ziyuan’s face turned red all of a sudden.

Zong Luo frowned, raised his hand and touched his forehead, the place where his fingers touched was extremely hot.

“This is called ‘I’m fine’?”

He directly ordered the servants standing aside, “Let the kitchen boil a bowl of ginger soup. It just so happens that the imperial physician is also here, go and tell him to come over to take a look at Young Master Gu.”

Wrapped in that cold and clear breath, Gu Ziyuan’s whole body stiffened, he didn’t dare to move, and didn’t know where to put his hands. He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t say a word. Because of dizziness, he could only manage to do this.

“Pfft.”

Just after Zong Luo made proper arrangements for Gu Ziyuan and sent him to the guest room for consultation by the imperial physician, an unabashed sneer suddenly came from a height behind him.

“Third Highness!”

The prince in white lowered his eyes and brows and gestured to the greatly frightened imperial guards, “It’s nothing.”

As early as when Zong Luo was supporting Gu Ziyuan, he felt a gaze with a strong sense of presence falling on him. This kind of spying, malicious, and chilling straight up gaze, it was too familiar, and did not need for him to do some thinking.

Sure enough, when he looked back, he only saw a young man with flamboyant eyebrows sitting on the corner of the mansion covered with thin snow. He propped his head with one hand, his black hair meandered like a snake and scattered on the white fur on his shoulders, wearing a scarlet robe that was extremely unpleasant to the eyes. It was just like the only bright color in this frosted world.

When looking at Zong Luo, the beautiful corners of the eyes and eyebrows always carried an indelible smile

“Haven’t congratulated Senior brother yet for fulfilling his wish.”

Zong Luo was not surprised.

With Yu Beizhou’s level of lightness skills, it would be rather strange if he were to be discovered by the mansion’s imperial guards.

What’s more, the King of Beining Mansion next door was diagonally at a distance from the Third Prince’s Mansion. It’s hard to say whether Yu Beizhou’s choice of location was intentional or not. On the basis of being reborn, the other party would have the character of coming to meddle in everything he would do, thus it was not a surprise for him to appear here either.

Thanks to him building the wall of the prince’s mansion so high, it could guard against men of noble character but not villains.

I really hope Yu Beizhou won’t be able to sit steadily and slip, fall down and break his leg.

Just when Zong Luo was about to retort, another servant came to report, “Your Highness, another guest has arrived.”

“Quick, let them come in.”

The people who came in this time finally did not surprise Zong Luo.

The general in black armor strode into the mansion with several other Xuan Cavalry men behind him.

His hands were hung by his side, he was a person that would never shrink back facing a million masters, yet his mind right now was complicated and difficult to pacify, he was so nervous that his fingers curled up together.

The moment he saw the prince in white standing in front of the study and with the white silk in his eyes, Mu Yuanlong’s usually determined face finally couldn’t hold back, and his voice trembled, “Your Highness?”

White clothes with gold lining, black hair in a high bundle, and a picturesque appearance. It was still with the most familiar adornment, and even the curvature of the corner of the mouth was the same.

It was impossible for a soldier not to recognize his own general.

Several Xuan Cavalry men half-kneeled on the ground in unison, and their voices couldn’t hide their excitement. “Paying respects to His Highness!” 

Zong Luo smiled. “You are here.”

He then subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall.