Would You Like to Have a Drink

Zong Luo didn’t sleep a wink all night.

 

He stood by the window, looking up at the dark night sky, from the full moon high above to the sudden appearance of dawn.

 

Zong Luo had long ignored the pain on his neck.

 

To be honest, the few times Yu Beizhou bit his neck, even though he used some strength, Zong Luo didn’t even frown a few times and only felt uncomfortable with the loss of blood.

 

The pain of committing suicide in the previous life was much more painful than these few bites from that dog Yu Beizhou.

 

Zong Luo was thinking about the dream Gu Ziyuan talked about.

 

After he finished speaking, Zong Luo couldn’t wait to ask for many details.

 

“In the dream, I didn’t seem to have much interaction with Brother Luo. In the end, I only remembered that the officers and soldiers sealed off the entire Imperial City. I don’t know exactly what happened. I only know that His Majesty seemed to have suddenly fallen ill in those few days. For the specific situation, I’m not clear either.”

 

Unfortunately, the help Gu Ziyuan could provide was very limited.

 

Not to mention that he didn’t have many scenes in “Would You Like to Have a Drink”, not even as a supporting character. In the previous life, when Zong Luo didn’t fake his death and escaped, he had always been the Third Prince of Great Yuan. Later, he was sent to the border, even more so making it impossible to have much interaction with Gu Ziyuan.

 

In Gu Ziyuan’s previous life, he immersed himself in writing history, not even a cardinal minister, and only had a partial understanding of many things. In the middle, it was unknown how much word-of-mouth was passed through from generations to generations, ultimately leading to layer upon layer of misleading information.

 

Just like what he said earlier, even if he deduced it again and again, he still wouldn’t be able to know whether Emperor Yuan had awakened from the coma or not. The lockdown of the city by officers and soldiers could be an order from the emperor, or it could be a coup d’état initiated by someone.

 

Thinking of this, Zong Luo couldn’t help but sigh.

 

People like Gu Ziyuan, who didn’t have much interaction with him in his previous life, all had related dreams, but what about other people?

 

It would be fine if he could really regard it as a specious dream, but if he paid attention to it, it might be a big obstacle to the implementation of his plan.

 

After all, in the Great Wilderness, the legend of gods, ghosts, tombs of immortals, had never ceased.

 

A dream, modern people may laugh it off, but ancient people would sincerely think it was some kind of omen or a dream where an immortal appeared to make a request.

 

“No, I have to calm down. In fact, thinking about it carefully, it is also a double-edged sword for me.”

 

Zong Luo’s original idea was to slowly restore his eyesight in the public eye, so as to fish out the people hiding behind the scenes and uncover the possible eccentricities in his previous life that may have existed.

 

If someone gradually dreamed about the past, it was equivalent to handing over the breakthrough point to Zong Luo.

 

He didn’t need to put in too much effort in the layout, he just needed to stay put, and the people behind the scenes would probably jump out on their own.

 

Just need to accelerate the pace.

 

Zong Luo sighed again.

 

Before that, I’m afraid I’ll have to meet Yu Beizhou again.

 

His stomach aches just thinking about it.

 

However, Yu Beizhou was not the most difficult to deal with.

 

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Zong Luo was still most afraid of Emperor Yuan.

 

He still hadn’t figured out what happened at the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony. Emperor Yuan killed him once in his previous life. It was hard to say whether he would be killed a second time.

 

But everything that should be paid off has been paid off. If Zong Luo reached that same point in the previous life in this life, he would never kill himself again.

 

But if it really gets to that point, how should he deal with it himself?

 

Zong Luo’s mind was in a mess. Looking at the increasingly white sky in the east, he simply stopped thinking about anything, took off his shoes and went to sleep.

 

After sleeping for about two hours, he was woken up.

 

“Your Highness, today is the day you enter the palace.”

 

Steward Liao knocked on the door softly. “It’s almost past noon now, and the person sent by His Majesty to inquire has been waiting in front of the mansion for an hour. If you don’t get up yet, this servant is afraid that we will be held accountable.”

 

Once every three days. It happened that today was the first time he would go to the palace to receive an acupuncture.

 

Zong Luo rubbed his head and sat up from the bed, allowing the servants to file in to arrange his clothes.

 

When entering the palace, one should naturally dress more formally and not be too casual. Otherwise, there’d be a risk of lacking social grace before the emperor.

 

Seeing his listlessness, the old steward’s eyes flashed with light. “Did His Highness stay up late last night?”

 

Zong Luo: “Ah no, just forgot about this matter.”

 

He then quickly stood up and flatly denied, “It’s not, it’s not.”

 

When marching and fighting in the past, it was necessary to sleep lightly at night and maintain high vigilance for fear of enemy attack. Therefore, Zong Luo had already developed the physical habit of sleeping as soon as his head touched the pillow, waking up when there was any movement, and not feeling tired even if only sleeping for a few hours a day.

 

The problem lay in the witchcraft medicine prepared by the imperial physician

 

There were three potions every day, at different times, and the witchcraft materials used in every portion were also different. Perhaps some sleeping ingredients were added to the portion given at night, which made him feel drowsy and allowed him to sleep until late in the morning.

Anyway, at the moment, Zong Luo’s external image was that of a patient, and everyone in the Third Prince’s Mansion watched him carefully every day, just like treating a piece of fragile porcelain, for fear that something would happen to him. After hearing the imperial physician say that sleep could facilitate blood flow in the meridians around the eyes, everyone wished they could put Zong Luo on the bed all day long

 

It’s just that it’s rare to sleep for such a long time.

 

Because the information brought by Gu Ziyuan yesterday was too shocking, Zong Luo managed to hold on until daytime. Now that the backlash had come, he simply felt a little confused in his head.

 

“Your Highness should follow the imperial physician’s advice, recuperate well so that the eyes can also be taken care of well.”

 

The old steward glanced at the faint bluish color under his eyes, did not ask further questions, but said seriously, “The body is the foundation for everything.”

 

Zong Luo, who was clearly pretending to be ill even though he was not ill, couldn’t help but feel guilty, and quickly nodded in assurance.

 

As he walked out of the door, Zhao Yebai, who had just run out of the stable, came over with the rein in its mouth. After stuffing the rein into his hand, it stood upright on the spot.

 

Every time he saw this scene, Zong Luo wanted to sigh with emotion. His horse really had a strong sense of self-management.

 

As soon as he got on the horse, a young servant suddenly came to report. “Your Highness, Young Master Ye is awake and wants to see you.”

 

Zong Luo had already mounted his horse. He hesitated for a moment between going to the palace and meeting Ye Linghan, then said, “Let him recover well and don’t think too much. If there’s anything else, wait until I come back.”

 

After saying that, he cracked the whip and departed.

 

Zhao Yebai gave a low neigh and galloped away raising dust.

 

After arriving at the entrance of the palace, he handed over the reins to a servant.