Would You Like to Have a Drink

There was a moment when the bustling footsteps on the ten-mile-long street, the cries of the small vendors, the joyful conversations of the people, the rolling of the bamboo raft pushing the waves in the distance, and the shouts of the children pulling the ropes all faded away.

 

The whole world was silent, leaving only the voice of Yu Beizhou.

 

This was not the first time he felt this way, especially after those long nine years in his previous life.

 

From the moment of his birth, Yu Beizhou had a clear premonition. He foresaw that his life would be smooth and he would be invincible.

 

It had nothing to do with his abilities, nothing to do with his background, but a kind of guidance in the dark.

 

Power and status were indeed things he had pursued, but compared to knowing vividly that he was alive, those were like passing clouds, dissipating like clouds, without any use.

 

This was something Yu Beizhou took nine years to figure out.

 

The red-clothed and white-furred general slightly raised his chin, not concealing his arrogance at all. “Those people are like puppets revolving around me, like buzzing flies, extremely annoying.”

 

“What I want, I will naturally go and get it, why would I ever need their help?”

 

That’s right.

 

How could Zong Luo forget, Yu Beizhou had always been an extremely proud person. It was precisely because of this that the readers in the original book’s comment section who held up the no-cp banner actually suppressed all different male supporting characters. Of course, looking at Yu Beizhou’s trajectory in his previous life, he really did cut down all the people and was a lone beauty.

 

Zong Luo smiled bitterly in his heart.

 

When Yu Beizhou said that those male supporting characters were infatuated with his flesh, and rushed up to flatter him, Zong Luo didn’t feel anything.

 

Because Yu Beizhou didn’t know, but he knew, all of this was just from Long Aotian upgrade stream of ten thousand people’s love network novel. In the plot setting, those male supporting characters should revolve around the protagonist, like stars holding the moon, no matter how Zong Luo wielded his hoe, he couldn’t dig a bit of the corner.

 

But when Yu Beizhou said that he felt that these people’s feelings towards him were inexplicable, false, and had no origin, Zong Luo’s heart was in a state of panic after a while, then what came up next was a strong absurdity.

 

Can the people in the book realize that their world is a book?

 

Zong Luo had also thought about this before, but to be honest, the possibility was not great.

 

Although this world had immortals and a vast and brilliant mythical civilization, it was still just ending the slave society and transitioning to a feudal society. Even the concept of books, most of them were orthodox records such as the Hundred Schools of Thought, historical records, and the like. The basic things used for consumption and entertainment were some travel notes, and it was even more impossible to give birth to the concept of “book transmigration”.

 

For this very reason, Zong Luo felt even more horrified.

 

Without this concept, Yu Beizhou could perceive the wrongness of those people in his previous life. It was unthinkable if he got a little hint.

 

Because of this topic, unknowingly, the two had been standing in the middle of the street for a while.

 

Just now, a team of imperial guards who had caught a thief also brought the criminal over to report. “Your Highness, Third Highness.”

 

The people standing farther away were all in an uproar.

 

No one had expected that the nobleman who had just walked all the way, bought a lot of things, and was generous, was actually their respected Third Prince!

 

“No wonder His Highness gave so much money all the way!”

 

The old man who had just made a sugar painting was trembling with both hands, patting his own legs, unable to speak.

 

In the eyes of these common people, Zong Luo was no different from a war god descending to the earth, a star of salvation.

 

Although it sounded exaggerated, it was indeed true.

 

Every year when disaster relief was needed, the Third Prince’s Mansion would take the lead in contributing people and efforts. When fighting, he would be the first to rush to the front, and every time he set out, he could bring back good news. To be more specific, several pawnshops in the south of the city were under the name of the Third Prince, with restaurants offering porridge and medical clinics offering free treatment.

 

Just like Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, he was born ordinary, so he understood the hardships of ordinary people better.

 

It’s not an exaggeration to say that if Zong Luo didn’t wear a hat today, but took it off, he probably wouldn’t need to spend a penny on his way, and the things he got in his hands would definitely be more than now.

 

Although his identity was revealed, at least there was a reason to change the topic.

 

Zong Luo quickly said, “Is this the person who just stole? Which country are you from?”

 

The thief clenched his teeth, glanced over his face, and refused to speak.

 

The laws of Great Yuan were strict, even if it’s a small matter like theft, regardless of the amount, being caught on the spot, the lightest punishment was to cut off a finger. So over time, under such pressure, people who dared to commit crimes in the Imperial City were no more. Some were scared away, and others physically transcended.

 

Now at this juncture, and picking the time of the New Year, apart from the refugees from other countries, he hardly thought about it. Looking at his face bearing humiliation, full of shame, and refusing to speak a word, he must have had old grievances with the Great Yuan.

 

Thinking deeper, it was most likely that he was a vagrant from other countries. Zong Luo knew that there was such an organization, sheltering the remnants of various countries, under the banner of restoring their homeland.

 

Zong Luo sighed. “Let him go.”

 

He touched his sleeve, took out a bulging fortune bag from inside, and accurately threw it into the thief’s hand. “Don’t pull out the sleeve sword in your sleeve, you can’t beat me.”

 

“Take this, since you’ve come to Great Yuan, live well here, and don’t do such things in the future.”

 

Facing his command, the imperial guards did not hesitate at all and directly released the person.

 

The thief was left alone, standing in place in a daze, clutching the fortune bag in his hand.

 

Yu Beizhou watched this scene with interest. “Senior brother is still so full of kindness.”

 

His tone was full of emotion, sincere, without a hint of sarcasm, which made people uncomfortable.

 

Just then, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

 

“Brother Luo, Brother Luo!”

 

Gu Ziyuan, who was holding something in his hand, ran all the way. His body, unaccustomed to exercise, was a bit tired, he stood in place panting, and his face flushed. “I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

 

“There were too many people setting off lanterns just now, I didn’t see you all at once. But I saved the best one for you!”

 

Gu Ziyuan hurriedly carefully took out the lantern from his arms, presented it to Zong Luo like a treasure, and vividly described to him how beautiful this lantern, which only each champion had one, was made.

 

Yu Beizhou, who was standing aside with his hands folded, glanced at the lantern obliquely and sneered.

 

He didn’t know why, but he found it extremely annoying to see this bookworm who was always looking for things to do, looking for words to get close to Zong Luo, and wearing a scholarly moon-white robe all day long.