At present, there were many eyes and ears in the main hall, and Zong Chengsi had long been annoyed by him.
“It’s nothing, he’s good at fighting, not necessarily good at judging cases.”
After saying that, he stood up and said, “Since Ninth Imperial Brother is ill, he should go to the back hall to rest first, and let the imperial physician take a look. Don’t leave any root of the disease.”
Hearing that he could get away from this place of right and wrong, Zong Hongjiu almost didn’t make a good deal in his heart.
Anyway, he was also a victim on the surface. After the scapegoat was investigated, the suspicion on him could be automatically washed away.
The martial arts instructor in the palace was a worshiper of the King of Beining, and he had often promoted his glorious deeds in the past. If he stayed here any longer, Zong Hongjiu was afraid that he would reveal himself if he got nervous.
Zong Chengsi even wished to get rid of Zong Hongjiu.
Only by getting rid of the latter could his plan proceed more smoothly.
From beginning to end, the red-clothed and white-furred general hung a familiar careless smile. He didn’t agree, nor did he disagree.
It was a long time after Zong Hongjiu left the hall that a wine-pouring official finally plucked up the courage to step forward. (TL: wine-pouring official (servant/ steward) or in charge of pouring wine among the guests)
He knelt on the ground trembling, not daring to look up at the legendary cold-blooded Shura general, his voice trembling, “Your Highness, this…..this slave has something to say.”
And all of this, Zong Luo, who was now lying in the Imperial Medical Courtyard, knew nothing about.
Since there was nothing wrong, the imperial physicians all withdrew, leaving him a quiet resting environment.
After the secret guard reported, Emperor Yuan ordered to strengthen the vigilance of the Imperial Medical Courtyard, then left with Yuan Jia, returned to the hall to deal with the final results found and preside over the overall situation.
After an unknown amount of time, a very light sound suddenly rang out.
Creak–
The opening and closing of the door was particularly abrupt in the deep night.
The person who came was covered in frost and snow, slowly walked to the center of the jing shi, and looked down at the person on the bed who was still in a deep sleep.
In a daze, Yu Beizhou thought he had returned to two years ago, when he was wearing a dragon robe, standing in the sleeping chamber, looking down at the face in the ice coffin that would never wake up.
The only difference was that the person in front of him was still breathing and could still bleed.
Yu Beizhou remembered the hot blood that had splashed onto his fingertips not long ago.
Zong Luo’s body temperature was clearly low, and even when holding his wrist for a long time, it did not heat up, the blood on his body should be just as cold.
But this inch of skin was still hot to this day, as if it had been burned.
It’s hard to describe Yu Beizhou’s mood at that moment.
After Zong Luo died in his previous life, he spent an extremely boring nine years. It was long, dull, and more difficult than the twenty-odd years he had experienced in the past.
“Immortal method is not a good thing to use, Senior brother. If you die again, this junior brother is afraid he won’t be able to save you again,” he said.
Suddenly, he leaned down, his fingertips sliding from the prince’s hairline to his eyebrows, eyes, high nose bridge, and finally gently pressing on those crimson thin lips.
Just a slight force on the fingertip, rubbing it twice, this redness became more and more gorgeous, dyed with a bewitching color.
“Senior brother can only die in my hands.”
If he doesn’t say it, this person will never know why.
The beautifully packaged brocade box must wait until the moment it is opened.
Yu Beizhou stared at his hand, whispering like the most intimate lover. “But, it’s almost there. Senior brother, it’s almost there.”
When Zong Luo woke up, it was already the time when the sun was three poles high the next day.
He felt that his state last night was a bit strange.
He fell asleep, didn’t dream, but his consciousness was clear. Whether it was Emperor Yuan coldly instructing the imperial physician in front of his collapse, barely concealing the anxious voice in it, or Yu Beizhou who came in later, touched him inexplicably, and talked to himself, he heard everything clearly.
But it was limited to hearing, the brain was like a crash, unable to think autonomously. (TL: crash here meant like a computer crash)
It wasn’t until he woke up that it slowly started to turn again.
Having slept enough and vomited the blood stasis, Zong Luo felt that he was now refreshed and clear-headed.
“Third Highness, you are awake.”
The medicine servant waiting by the side hurriedly greeted him.
After being diagnosed in the pulse by the old physician again, and after a thousand exhortations that he should not be too nourished, Zong Luo was allowed to leave the Imperial Medical Courtyard.
Unlike the imperial physicians who knew his physical condition and were not too worried.
The outside of the Imperial Medical Courtyard was all guarded by the imperial guards, layer upon layer, ready for battle, not even a sparrow could get in.
Zong Luo saw Ye Linghan, who was standing outside the human wall, looking haggard, and only brightened his eyes after seeing him. He also saw Pei Qianxue who had been waiting here after the morning court, and the servant who was always by the side of the Fifth Prince.
But before he had time to say more, the eunuch on the side spoke, “Third Highness, His Majesty has not slept all night and has been waiting for you in the Zhang Palace for a long time.”
