Tonight, Zong Luo finished washing up early, changed into his sleeping clothes, and used the excuse that he was a bit sleepy after drinking his medicine to close the door of his sleeping chamber and lay flat on the bed, pretending to be dead.
Fortunately, he had been living in the palace very obediently lately. After learning that Emperor Yuan ordered the inner servants to watch whether he went to bed on time every day, Zong Luo went to bed very early every night.
Today was no different, and the servants had no doubts.
Zong Luo originally wanted to sleep for a while, wait until later to find Yu Beizhou, or go during the day. Anyway, it was the fifteenth, and if he really got sick, he would have to lock himself in the dark room for a day and a night.
But he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, his mind full of the scene in the Great Witch Temple in his dream.
The bright red blood, the indifferent voice, the willingness to give up everything
Finally, he was really annoyed, Zong Luo resignedly lifted the quilt, casually put on the night clothes hanging on the side, carefully pushed the window open a crack, and quickly slipped out.
The Yuchun Palace was very quiet. Even if there were guards patrolling, they could not find the disciple of the Ghost Valley who was walking on the roof tiles, choosing quiet and uninhabited places to walk, and flying on the eaves under the cover of night.
This palace was located on the east side of the imperial palace, not far from the palace wall, which greatly facilitated Zong Luo’s actions.
“Strange, I seemed to have heard something just now?”
The imperial guard standing at the gate of the palace turned around in doubt, circled around with a lantern, but saw nothing.
“You’re not too tired, are you? If you really can’t, just go down and rest first, and change someone to stand guard.” Another person yawned.
“Maybe it is.” The imperial guard turned around and muttered to himself.
On the other side, Zong Luo, who had just escaped from Yuchun Palace, had successfully left the scope of the imperial palace.
Once out of the palace, he was much freer. Just as careful as he was just now, now he was as bold and arrogant, directly throwing away his lightness skill and playing parkour. If someone was lucky enough to see it, they could only catch a glimpse of a black shadow galloping on the roof.
When he first learned martial arts, Zong Luo looked forward to lightness skill the most.
It’s good to transmigrate inside a book, and one could also fulfill their martial arts dream. So even though he fell and bruised his face during the initial training, Zong Luo never complained. Now feeling the sense of freedom in the night sky, he still wanted to shout out loud that it’s worth it.
The Third Prince wearing a night suit skillfully flipped through pavilions, terraces and pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, and finally, like a piece of paper, lightly floated and landed on the study of the King of Beining Mansion.
As soon as he landed, Zong Luo frowned at the scene before him.
Just like the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, the entire mansion was quiet, and there was no one, as if it was dead silent.
But tonight was a bit different.
Although it’s quiet tonight, the mansion was full of lights.
Every few steps on the winding corridor, there would be a floor palace lantern, a few were held up with thin branches at the corners of the house, some were placed in the recesses of the rockery, and even some butterfly lanterns recently tributed from the Western Regions. These lanterns of various shapes flicker on and off, illuminating the large mansion brightly, which was extremely beautiful.
Not only that, the door of the sandalwood study was also wide open.
As if welcoming someone’s arrival.
Who was being welcomed was self-evident.
Since there was no one guarding, Zong Luo was no longer sneaky.
He flew down and slowly walked into the study.
The inside of the study was still the same as when he came last time.
Even the stairs leading down to the dark room were as cold as ever, with cold wind pouring up from below, making people’s robe corners fly.
While walking, Zong Luo took out a fire fold from his sleeve.
“Swipe——”
When the burning flame rose from the top of the fire fold, illuminating the cold dark room, he couldn’t help but frown.
This dark room was not particularly large, it’s just that the surrounding area was built with cold stones, and there was a piece of cold mountain meteorite iron, which made it particularly cold.
Although martial artists have internal strength to protect their bodies and were not afraid of cold and heat, they could still perceive the sudden drop in temperature.
The same as when Zong Luo came last time, the only difference was that the iron chain hanging down from the opposite wall was casually discarded on the ground, and the end was not tied to anyone.
In the moment when the firelight lit up, Zong Luo realized something.
He was about to turn his head, when a hand suddenly appeared behind him, naturally holding his tense waistline. Then, a fluffy head came up and buried diagonally into Zong Luo’s shoulder socket, laughing lowly, and blowing hot air into his ear. “Senior brother, you’re here.”
Through the thick clothes, Zong Luo could also feel the abnormal heat of the other’s body temperature from his back.
Just like the blood that fell on him that night, the tremor that swept over his body inch by inch in the dream, it was hotter than molten iron.
“Senior brother, why are you so kind today.”
Zong Luo was silent for too long, and he didn’t even struggle. Even Yu Beizhou, who was lost in the heat wave, noticed something was wrong.
If it were like this in the past, Zong Luo would have turned his face on the spot.
Yu Beizhou couldn’t help but bury his head a little deeper, and the other hand also took the opportunity to go upwards, almost wanting to buckle the person in front of him who was full of good smell into his arms, chew and melt into his bones and blood.
Just by holding him like this, Yu Beizhou could feel his sanity gradually returning, and the destructive desire burning from the bottom of his heart was greatly reduced. What followed was another more obscure and deep desire that he had never felt in others before.
He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
As arrogant as Yu Beizhou, this almost deep-rooted madness was also the memory he least wanted to mention.
However, he tried everything in his previous life, but he couldn’t find any way to alleviate it.
Except for Zong Luo.
It’s just this person. Yu Beizhou found it really ironic, but he couldn’t help but go a little further.
“Why didn’t you lock yourself up with chains today?”
“Because Senior brother is here.” Yu Beizhou laughed, and another hand dishonestly untied Zong Luo’s hair band, allowing the long hair to fall into his palm. “With Senior brother here, who would want to touch that cold thing.”
He particularly liked Zong Luo’s hair, and often targeted Zong Luo’s hair band when fighting in the Ghost Valley, and often both of them had their hair disheveled after a fight.
But today’s Senior brother was not right.
Not only the tone, but also the attitude, all revealed hesitation and uncertainty.
