Would You Like to Have a Drink

The prince in white lay straight on the bed, tossing and turning, feeling somewhat desperate.

What happened tonight truly overturned his worldview, to the point where he couldn’t sleep all night and began to doubt his life.

Previously, Zong Luo had deepened his impression of Yu Beizhou’s degree of abnormality in his heart. It was because this guy’s madness was somehow linked to that ‘thing’. When he saw it, he felt as if he was torn apart, his worldview shattered.

Now it’s good, he had also followed Yu Beizhou’s old path.

Even if there were many excuses to explain that this was a normal physiological phenomenon that all young and vigorous men have, Zong Luo still couldn’t deny that he indeed completely lost control, twice.

He had previously determined that Yu Beizhou, who had a reaction while fighting, was a big pervert. So what does he count as, a small pervert who was infected by watching?

“Help, am I going to break down?”

Zong Luo wailed in his heart and slowly covered his face.

It’s not that he reacted so much, but that before this, Zong Luo had never had this experience.

In his previous life, he had few desires and was dedicated to his career, let alone mentioning it. Even before transmigrating inside the book, he, a single man from his mother’s womb, had never had such a stimulating experience.

People of Zong Luo’s age were basically studying for a master’s degree, and a little more impressive ones were writing doctoral dissertations. Why can he become a genius graduate tutor? Naturally, it is because of his day and night diligence and tirelessness. Apart from books and cold instruments in his eyes, there are no living things. At most, he reads novels. His entertainment hobbies are extremely scarce. Let alone what kind of pleasure and dating, all are nothing!

“It should just be an illusion, yes, it’s just that I haven’t vented for too long.”

Zong Luo kept hypnotizing himself, completely daring not to benchmark himself with “his own XP and the paper man he liked was Yu Beizhou” and the real Yu Beizhou after transmigrating inside the book.

Just like this, his worldview was shattered, and he tossed and turned doubting his life for most of the night, and he actually fell asleep in a daze.

This sleep, he slept in a daze until he didn’t know when.

When he woke up, Zong Luo realized that he seemed to be a little wrong.

His head was dizzy, he felt top-heavy and light-footed, his body was burning hot, his limbs were soft, he couldn’t muster any strength, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

“The Third Highness is awake.”

A surprised voice came from the side.

The inner servant who had been waiting at the door for a long time immediately reported it, and there was a rush of footsteps.

“What time is it now?”

Zong Luo was dizzy and didn’t have time to think about why he didn’t notice the silent appearance of the servant by his bed with his alertness, so he asked subconsciously.

“In reply to His Highness, it is now Youshi.” (TL: the period of the day from 5 pm to 7 pm)

Youshi?!

Zong Luo regained a bit of clarity from his hazy mind.

When he went to sleep, it was at most the latter half of the night. No matter what, he should have woken up by noon. How could he possibly sleep until the sun sets?

The imperial physician who had just prepared the medicine turned around. “Third Highness, you have caught a cold.”

That’s right.

Zong Luo reluctantly sat up from the bed, one hand holding his head.

Sure enough, the palm of his hand was incredibly hot, burning like fire, even hotter than the heat from Yu Beizhou rubbing against him last night.

Zong Luo: “…..”

He was stunned.

He was actually sick!!!

The imperial physician spoke again. “Your Highness, why did you suddenly catch a cold?”

This was also something the imperial physician couldn’t understand.

People who practice martial arts generally have good physical fitness, not to mention the Third Prince with profound internal strength.

Not to mention the imperial physician, even Zong Luo himself found it incredible.

Thinking about it, the only place that could catch a cold was indeed the pool of ice water last night.

To be reasonable, Zong Luo was clear about his physical fitness, so he chose to soak in cold water in the middle of winter.

Not to mention that he had internal strength to protect his body, since transmigrating inside the book, apart from the few times he caught a cold while practicing martial arts at the beginning in Ghost Valley, Zong Luo had never caught a cold again.

He didn’t know how many times he led soldiers to fight, in the snowy plains, or in places full of heavy snow. He conveniently threw off the armor on his body, relying on his own internal strength, just like that, wearing thin clothes, swaying in the snow, fighting for a day, but ended up sweating all over, and never got sick.

Just because he took a cold bath last night to cool down, he got sick???

Zong Luo felt this was simply absurd.

After drinking the special cold medicine soup prepared by the imperial physician, his face was as green as a vegetable.

“Third Highness, don’t dislike the bitter taste.”

The imperial physician stroked his small beard. “Just now, this old minister took your pulse. You usually don’t suffer from colds. Once you do, it’s bound to be fierce. If you can’t suppress it on the first day of the cold, the days to come will be long.”

“Good medicine is bitter and beneficial to the disease. This medicine, Your Highness, must be taken three times today, one bowl each time.”

Zong Luo couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

Thinking about how bitter the medicine was and that he had to drink it three times, his face couldn’t help but show a painful expression.

“You go and burn the brazier a bit more, while the Third Highness is awake, open the window to ventilate, go to the Imperial Medical Courtyard to get some medicine that I dried a few days ago, and remove the lingering medicinal smell in the room.”

The imperial physician was calmly directing the servants to work, tidying up the surroundings. Suddenly, an announcement came from outside the door. “His Majesty arrives——”

In an instant, the inner servants who had been coming in and out put down what they were busy with and knelt down hurriedly.