Would You Like to Have a Drink

“Ah, King of Bei, Beining.”

 

Because Gu Ziyuan was too happy, he had just directly ignored Yu Beizhou, who was standing aside, dressed in eye-catching clothes. Now when he turned his head and saw him, he was almost startled.

 

For a scholar like him who was all about literature, the King of Beining in Great Yuan was definitely an image of an extremely vicious, malicious looking, capable of crushing five of him by one hand.

 

Yu Beizhou didn’t even look at Gu Ziyuan, but instead took a step forward.

 

He had a faint smile on his lips, picked up a strand of the latter’s hair hanging at his side, and caressed it ambiguously.

 

“On the fifteenth of next month, Senior brother must come to find me.”

 

From the side, the two were very close, one black and one red, forming an intimate yet tense atmosphere. It was so tense that it seemed like they were going to fight in the next second, or if they got a little closer, they could hold each other in their arms, not allowing others to step in at all.

 

Yu Beizhou’s words were so low that they seemed like intimate whispers. “I will start looking forward to it from now on, looking forward to the arrival of that day.”

 

After the King of Beining left, Gu Ziyuan, who didn’t dare to breathe, stammered. “Brother Luo.”

 

Just now, that scene was like a piece of ice sliding from his throat to his stomach, making him feel as if he was frozen in place, wanting to say something, but unable to say anything.

 

In fact, not only him, but all the people who watched this scene reacted afterwards.

 

Zong Luo smiled at him reassuringly. “It’s okay, it’s just some personal grudges.”

 

Gu Ziyuan remembered that Zong Luo is now blind, hesitated for a long time, but still didn’t say anything.

 

He had watched the whole process of the King of Beining staring at Brother Luo just now, his eyes were deep and lingering, as if he wanted to swallow and peel the person alive.

 

If it really was a grudge, would there be such a complex and obscure look?

 

“Let’s not talk about this for now, Ziyuan, what were you trying to say just now?”

 

Today, the shock that Yu Beizhou brought to him was too great, plus this madman chopped up all the informants in his previous life, which was equivalent to cutting off Zong Luo’s last channel of information.

 

On the fifteenth of next month, Zong Luo might really have to go to Yu Beizhou’s place.

 

“Ah, oh, right.”

 

Gu Ziyuan reacted, and pushed the lantern in his hand forward. “This is the lantern I saved for Brother Luo.”

 

As he spoke, he lowered his head to take a look, and suddenly froze.

 

A champion’s lantern was made entirely of glass, crystal clear, and there were also paintings posted around it.

 

But now, the glass in the center that held the lamp oil was shattered inch by inch, revealing signs of cracks.

 

It goes without saying that if Gu Ziyuan hadn’t noticed, the moment this lantern was handed to Zong Luo, it would shatter into pieces.

 

“What happened, I was holding it all the way just now, it was still good.”

 

Seeing the broken lantern, Gu Ziyuan was completely stunned.

 

Zong Luo glanced at it without a trace, and thought to himself.

 

This trace was clearly shattered by someone using internal force from a distance. The number of people in Great Yuan who can release internal force does not exceed two hands, one of whom just left.

 

Who did it is clear.

 

To comfort Gu Ziyuan, Zong Luo stuffed all the things he had just bought on the street into his hands. “It’s okay, I’ve received Ziyuan’s intentions, these are return gifts.”

 

“Happy New Year.”

 

Just in time for the lock up in Haishi, Zong Luo barely made it back to the palace.

 

Compared to the still bustling and noisy streets outside, this majestic and solemn palace seemed a bit too quiet, with only the palace people on duty standing with their lamps.

 

“Third Highness.” Yuan Jia, who was guarding the entrance of the Zhang Palace, finally showed a smile when he saw him.

 

Sure enough, the Emperor Yuan was in the Zhang Palace.

 

Even on a day like the New Year’s, this emperor who ruled the world was still tirelessly and diligently handling state affairs, without any slack.

 

Zong Luo stopped Yuan Jia who wanted to go in and report.

 

He didn’t know why, but standing at the entrance of the palace, with the jade in his hand, he felt a sense of timidity similar to being close to home, hesitating and not daring to move forward.

 

He hesitated and said, “Father Emperor is still handling official affairs inside, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate for me to go in like this.”

 

As everyone knew, Emperor Yuan disliked being disturbed when he was working. Even Zong Hongjiu, who was once the most favored, would absolutely not dare to go in and act coquettishly when Emperor Yuan was handling official affairs.

 

“Oh, Third Highness, what are you talking about!”

 

If it were another prince, such as Zong Hongjiu who seemed to be acting coquettishly but was actually trying to tattle, then Emperor Yuan might indeed get angry.

 

But this is the Third Prince, the Third Prince!

 

In the past, after the New Year’s banquet in the palace, the emperor would dismiss everyone. Before midnight arrived, he would put on a robe, listen to the countdown cheers of the people in the Quartet Witch Temple, and stood behind the hall to watch the moon.

 

Just like this morning, as soon as the emperor got up, he hinted at Yuan Jia both openly and secretly, telling him to warn the Third Prince not to play too wildly outside, and to come back before the lock-up.

 

Having followed this master for so long, how could he not know that Emperor Yuan wanted the Third Prince to keep the New Year’s vigil with him?

 

Yuan Jia was still sighing that the Third Prince finally came back this year and could accompany the emperor more. Seeing the Third Highness hesitating and not moving forward, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. “Tonight is New Year’s Eve, Your Highness, don’t delay, go in quickly.”