Would You Like to Have a Drink

When the garrison soldiers had all gone down and there were no more footsteps to be heard in the corridor, he spoke coldly. “You’ve followed me all the way, aren’t you coming out yet?”

 

The wind seemed to bring low laughter.

 

But the laughter stopped abruptly, with no follow-up.

 

Seeing that this person had no intention of revealing themselves, Zong Luo took a step forward and walked ahead.

 

Sha-sha-sha…

 

When he reached one of the quiet rooms, the hanging bamboo curtain seemed to be lifted slightly.

 

Zong Luo instinctively sent his sword forward.

 

In the next second, a hot hand suddenly reached out from the opposite direction and pulled him in.

 

In the split second before he was pulled in, Zong Luo saw what had made the sound.

 

It was an ugly goshawk squatting by the window, spreading its wings and tilting its head to look at him.

 

Zong Luo: “…..”

 

Can still coordinate and make a diversion like this?!

 

In the dimly lit quiet room, the atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous.

 

Zong Luo’s hand holding the Qixing Longyuan sword was accurately grasped by someone, pressing his back hand against the cold door panel. The place where their wrists met was scorching hot, and the other person’s fingers were freely caressing against it.

 

Yu Beizhou affectionately placed his hand on Zong Luo’s shoulder, circled around from behind him to the front, and then rested his head on the hollow shoulder socket of the prince in white.

 

Strange to say, after holding him in the ice coffin for so many years, Yu Beizhou had never noticed that Zong Luo had such a pleasant scent. It was clear and cold, like the snow lotus blooming on the towering Tianshan Mountains, unattainable and filled with a mesmerizing feeling.

 

He couldn’t help but bury his head and sniffed it lovingly, with a tone that had a somewhat hidden bitterness. “Senior Brother, you were so heartless yesterday, seeing this junior brother burning with desire, unexpectedly turned around and left.”

 

Zong Luo retorted, “Didn’t you boast claiming to hate me so much? Having desires towards your enemy, don’t you feel disgusted?”

 

Yu Beizhou chuckled sullenly, his hot breath spraying onto Zong Luo’s slender neck. The white fur and scattered black hair fell into the open collar of the latter, sparking a tingling sensation.

 

His other hand slid down the taut waistline under the crane cloak and whispered, “Yes, I hate Senior Brother so much that I want to drink his blood clean, and eat him one bite at a time.”

 

Yu Beizhou deliberately lowered his tone, dangerous and unpredictable. “But what difference does that make?”

 

“Hating Senior Brother and wanting Senior Brother do not conflict.”

 

He licked his lips, his smile intimate and full of malice. “At least before Senior Brother dies in my hands, this Junior Brother should have a taste of Senior Brother’s taste.”

 

Zong Luo couldn’t bear it anymore.

 

He pushed his elbow back with all his strength, successfully breaking free from the other person’s control, and they began to wrestle in this narrow quiet room.

 

This guy had clearly been following him from the beginning.

 

No matter how high the Third Prince Mansion’s walls were built, it couldn’t stop people from sneaking up to peek.

 

When Ye Linghan swore allegiance, Zong Luo sensed that something was wrong and saw the trembling plum tree outside the window, there was also a patch of just-melted water stains, he could immediately guess who had been there.

 

Zong Luo deliberately provoked him and asked, “How do you feel when you see your loyal subordinate, who was once so loyal, choose another master and serve someone else?”

 

Yu Beizhou casually replied, “They are just useless subordinates. If Senior Brother takes a liking to them, how about this Junior Brother hand them over on a silver platter.”

 

Zong Luo thought he was just being stubborn.

 

These male supporting characters were the ace and foundation that Yu Beizhou could use to steal the Great Yuan’s foundation in his past life. So how could he just let them go willingly?

 

“What’s going on? Why is there suddenly a sound of fighting upstairs?”

 

The leader of the guards, who was counting the number of people downstairs, was taken aback and led his men upstairs.

 

Hearing the noise outside the door, Yu Beizhou dodged backwards and his figure passed through an incredible angle like a ghost, landing lightly on the windowsill.

 

He had a bored expression on his face. “This ‘thief shouting to catch a thief’ play is really boring. This musician is so devoted to the Fourth Prince, I wonder who will be blamed today.” (TL: one dishonest person can guess what another dishonest person might do)

 

“Senior Brother, see you next time.”

 

After speaking, Yu Beizhou waved at him with a smile and slowly fell backwards.

 

The wind blowing from the bottom of the building lifted his crimson hem, like a fire burning in the dark night, and he quickly landed on the eaves of the opposite building and disappeared in an instant.

Zong Luo’s brow twitched.

 

He had already suspected whether the assassins were arranged by Zong Chengsi himself, so he wasn’t surprised by this result.

 

It’s just that Yu Beizhou’s behavior, after sneaking a peek and then coming to dismantle his old master’s stage, it’s not an exaggeration to say that it was childish and immature.

 

When the garrison soldiers pushed open the door, they saw the Third Prince standing in the center of a large quiet room.

 

He calmly shook his hand and sheathed his sword. “There’s no need to chase anymore, the person has already escaped.”