After taking a bath, Zong Luo changed his clothes and got up, put on his sleeping robe, and stepped into the sleeping chambers.
Everything in Yuchun Palace was built according to the specifications of the Crown Prince of Great Yuan, just like a miniature version of the palace, with the interior furnishings just one level lower than the emperor’s.
Zong Luo walked to the front of the bed, spread out the quilt, put his arm under his head, and lay down straight.
He was very honest when he slept at night, almost whatever position he fell asleep in, he would wake up in the same position.
As soon as he got up, he felt something was wrong, so he sat up again and lifted the pillow.
When he saw clearly what was pressed under the pillow, Zong Luo was stunned.
Underneath, a piece of something was neatly wrapped in red paper, as if it had just been put under not long ago.
He picked it up and opened it to see, inside were exactly twenty-seven large denomination silver notes, with red and black characters on the top, and the vigorous strokes almost penetrated the paper: New Year’s money.
Zong Luo naturally recognized this handwriting, which was exactly the same as the handwriting on the death edict given to him in his previous life.
After Zishi, he was twenty-seven years old. And it was impossible for outsiders to enter Yuchun Palace, so it goes without saying who ordered this thing wrapped in red paper.
(t/n: Zishi-the period of the day from 11 pm to 1 am)
“So there really is New Year’s money”
Thinking of the joke that the Emperor Yuan had said not long ago, Zong Luo felt heavy in his heart.
After tonight, for him, he was one year older, but for Emperor Yuan, he was one step closer to a serious illness. Because the incident of Zong Luo’s death in his previous life happened at the end of the year.
So this New Year, Zong Luo did not have the mood of previous years, but was somewhat silent.
He held this thick New Year’s money, put it back under the pillow, and simply stuffed himself back into the quilt.
Whatever, sleep first and talk about it.
No matter how many things there are, wait until you wake up to think about it
What Zong Luo didn’t expect was that even when he fell asleep, his dreams were not peaceful.
Cold, very cold, extremely cold.
He felt as if he had been thrown into extremely cold ice water, and there was only one feeling all over his body.
Although it was winter now, there were several charcoal basins lit in Yuchun Palace, which warmed the entire sleeping chamber. Even wearing a thin inner garment could still walk around, let alone this kind of cold that almost penetrated into the bone marrow.
It was unknown how long it had been cold, and finally a voice came faintly in the howling wind.
That person chuckled, his tone as light as it could be. He was clearly laughing, but it didn’t make people feel that he was happy.
“Didn’t expect it, did you? The last person to collect your body is me. Poor Senior brother.”
Zong Luo’s mind was in chaos, he tried hard to listen, but he couldn’t hear clearly.
However, this voice appeared too frequently, coming every now and then, like a chirping sparrow, annoyingly incessant.
At first, it was just things like: “Listen, Senior brother, outside are all the sounds of your funeral.”
“I prepared a gift for Senior brother for so long, and you just left without a word. You can always surprise me, you’re really heartless.”
“Senior brother, don’t you want to open your eyes and see? Without you watching the enthronement, it’s really boring.”
Later, it gradually evolved into: “Today’s court meeting, those ministers are so annoying, so I just killed them all.”
“I don’t want to approve memorials, none of these are as fun as the Senior brother.”
“You look at me ah, you look at me.”
As his consciousness gradually returned, Zong Luo suddenly realized.
Wait, this is Yu Beizhou’s voice!
From the moment his mind was clear, ‘he’ finally opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was a cold, icy top.
Just as Zong Luo hadn’t reacted to what kind of place this was, a careless footstep suddenly came from the air.
Zong Luo was immediately alert and wanted to get up from this strange rectangular box.
However, he found that he couldn’t control his body at all, as if he was locked in a narrow box, he could only use his eyes to see, and unable to move.
The icy top above was slowly pushed open, revealing a face that couldn’t be more familiar.
It was still so beautiful, with phoenix eyes upturned, the ends tinged with a faint red, and his face was much deeper than when Zong Luo was most familiar with him.
His expression was only tinged with a faint mockery, without any smile.
For no reason, Zong Luo felt strange about this Yu Beizhou.
What felt strange was not only the face without a smile, but also the long robe embroidered with dragon patterns on the edge of his red clothes, and the keen premonition of being an enemy.
Zong Luo subconsciously felt that this Yu Beizhou was terrifying.
The him from before, at least was still hanging to a wire, and didn’t go completely mad. But the one in front of him, the wire suspending his body was gone, and he was exuding an extremely dangerous aura from top to bottom.
When a madman completely broke free and didn’t care about any worldly moral values, he would become the most terrifying monster in the world.
The next second, the man in the dragon robe leaned down, his fingers gently brushed over Zong Luo’s face, as gentle as a caress.
Obviously Zong Luo couldn’t feel any touch from the outside world now, but he seemed to feel the temperature coming from the other’s fingertips.
Burning hot, scorching, almost burning into his soul.
“Senior brother, how many years has it been?” Yu Beizhou asked in a low voice, “Eight years? Nine years? I don’t remember.”
Zong Luo suddenly realized.
He had wondered why he couldn’t control his body, and why Yu Beizhou looked like this.
This must be something that happened after he died in his previous life.
After his death, Yu Beizhou naturally ascended to the throne, so it’s no wonder he found himself lying in this narrow box.
Zong Luo couldn’t help but feel a chill.
He never expected that Yu Beizhou would actually sew up his body and place it in a coffin. He had thought that the man was deliberately trying to disgust him.
However, this matter was obviously more horrifying than he had imagined.
He also didn’t know what Yu Beizhou had found in this fantasy world. After so many years, his body still looked as if he had just died, his face even carrying a hint of rosiness, as if he were asleep.
Just as Zong Luo was lost in thought, the person in front of him suddenly began to undress.
Zong Luo: “?”
He watched as Yu Beizhou casually tossed aside his own distinctive dragon robe and climbed into the coffin.
The coffin was neither large nor small, just enough for two people to lie in it.
Therefore Zong Luo watched as Yu Beizhou reached out with his long arms and naturally pulled him into his embrace.
And then he began to undress him.
Zong Luo: “?????”
Watching Yu Beizhou’s skilled movements, he was filled with an endless stream of question marks.
Fortunately, this person didn’t actually have any abnormal obsession with corpses. Just as Zong Luo was trembling with fear, worried that he might have his pants removed and witness some kind of explicit scene, Yu Beizhou stopped after unbuttoning his shirt, sighing as he ran his hand over the intersecting scars.
Each touch felt as if it were truly landing on his body, causing an inexplicable shiver.
Zong Luo wanted to struggle and move back, but that hand felt as hard as a searing iron, keeping him imprisoned in this suffocating embrace.
His fingertips landed on the grotesque scar at the base of his neck.
“Senior brother, you have so many scars all over your body, but this one is the ugliest.”
