Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang choked out a mouthful of blood, and was caught off guard, and his mental strength of struggling for half a month suddenly drained, and he completely lost consciousness.

He fled for years, encountered a critically ill and injured pass, and fainted more than once or twice.

But never like this time, he was so tired from the inside out that he was groggy, unable to gather any strength.

The dreamland changes, going back and forth like a revolving lantern, sinking into the darkness without end.

Yun Lang sank into a dream, and vaguely remembered someone saying that if he saw the revolving lantern, he would die to the end of his life.

Yun Lang was in a daze, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

Being married to Prince Yan's Liang Zi here, even if he died today, he would turn into a ghost, squatting on the wall and smashing the windows of Xiao Shuo's house in the middle of the night every day.

"No... I can't take any medicine anymore."

The medical officers gathered around the bed, guarding Young Master Yun who gritted his teeth, and whispered worriedly, "I'm afraid it's a serious illness... Although the blood energy has been cleared, if you don't use medicine, you will counterattack sooner or later..."

The old master was helpless and turned around in panic.

The room was in a mess, with people coming and going.

Xiao Shuo went to change clothes, and sat far away in front of the window, flipping through a book with lowered eyes.

The old master was really helpless, he struggled for a while, and bravely went over and knelt down: "My lord."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes and glanced at the side of the couch: "You guys really care."

The old master knelt on the ground, saying that no matter how much he cared, he never cared enough to continue writing the script, and finally he dared not talk back, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Physician Liang invited?"

Xiao Shuo turned the pages of the book, bowed his head: "No need."

"My lord!" The old master was very anxious, "Mr. Yun's injury is a criminal injury, and it has something to do with our family, how can we just sit back and watch him die like this?!"

Xiao Shuo didn't take it seriously, and turned the book again.

The old master said anxiously: "My lord!"

Xiao Shuo was so quarreled that he couldn't read the book, so he closed the book and looked up.

In front of the couch, surrounded by people in a mess, in a hurry, taking the pulse and boiling medicine.

Yun Lang lay motionless and quietly, his consciousness was chaotic, his teeth were clenched, and his breathing came and went.

Seeing life hanging by a thread.

The old master stared for a long time in a daze, then looked at Xiao Shuo, hesitant to speak.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and turned a page of the book again: "He is scolding me."

The old master: "..."

Saving people is the most important thing, the old boss can't control Mr. Yun, so he can only endure the headache and search his stomach, and barely make up a folk saying: "Beating is kissing, scolding, scolding is—"

Xiao Shuo glanced at him inexplicably: "What is he like with me?"

The old master closed the book in his heart: "Yes."

These people were really annoying, Xiao Shuo closed the book and said in a low voice, "It's not that he can't take the medicine."

The old master was stunned: "What is that? Obviously—"

Xiao Shuo: "You scolded me too hard, you gritted your teeth and didn't have time to drink."

"..." The old master had mixed feelings: "Oh."

"Go to his ear and say something."

Xiao Shuo thought for a while, and said: "King Yan was riding a horse at night, and he stumbled and fell into a ditch."

The old master: "..."

Xiao Shuo raised his head and took a look, he didn't want to worry about it anymore, he dropped the book casually and left the room.

The old master was in a dilemma, stood where he was, and struggled silently for a long while.

The old master moved to the side of the couch step by step.

The old master clung to Mr. Yun's ear and whispered something.

……

Wangfu, a small courtyard with a single gate.

Young Master Yun sat up in shock from his dying illness, laughed three times, grabbed the bowl and quickly drank the medicine, fell down on the couch and fell asleep.

Yun Lang took medicine, his condition gradually stabilized, and he fell into a drowsy sleep for two days and two nights.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and when he heard that Xiao Shuo had fallen into the ditch on his horse, he was really happy and relaxed, and he felt relaxed.

I slept so well, I had a rare dream.

Wrapped in a quilt, Yun Lang tossed back and forth on the couch several times.

There are all kinds of dreams, which are much more chaotic than revolving lanterns, and the bits and pieces are mixed together.

In Yushitai Prison, barbed wire gleamed coldly.Pushing the thick leather soaked in water against his chest, he slowly exerted force, and let out his last breath.

He coughed, and someone spoke to him intermittently in his ear: "The party... If you confess to King Yan, you can live."

"Back then...you walked freely in Prince Duan's Mansion, with the slightest evidence of treason...to reverse the case for your family..."

In the execution field, Grand Master Pang Gan pressed on step by step, staring at him with cloudy eyes: "You and King Yan have a very close relationship."

Prince Yan's Mansion, a snowy night.The shackles are falling on the hands and feet, the torture and old diseases are grinding the person, and it is completely cold from the outside to the inside.

Dao Scar knelt down in front of him, mournfully and hoarsely: "Major General, why don't you tell the truth!"

……

Yun Lang vaguely felt that this paragraph was not so impassioned, coughed and opened his eyes, slowly, and met the almost red eyes with the scar.

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang touched his forehead, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep again.

"Major General!" Dao Scar was terrified and grabbed him, "Major General—"

Yun Lang opened his eyes: "He's not dead yet."

Scar stared at him blankly, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Yun Lang opened his eyes, looked at the roof for a long time, and sighed.

Looking at those black iron guards under King Duan, he should have thought of it at the beginning.

It's really not very reliable to pick soldiers from this group of Shuofang troops who can only bury their heads in fighting and rush to kill.

According to this posture of yelling in Prince Yan's mansion, he has no doubt that these people will be arrested by Xiao Shuo one day.

……

Then Xiao Xiaowang was upset and wanted to kill someone.

Unless he tells the story of that night.

Yun Lang still had a chest pain while taking a breath, took a deep breath and said a few times, not angry, not angry Xiao Shuo fell into a ditch in the middle of the night, and tried to sit up: "Why are you here again?"

After being fed the medicine for two days and two nights, he finally stopped coughing up blood when he moved, but his breath was still not very smooth.

Yun Lang suffered from dizziness for a while, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

Dao Scar carefully supported him, knelt on the side of the couch, trembling slightly: "Major General..."

"Cry." Yunlang said, "Pack up your things and go back to Northern Xinjiang."

Scar shivered, held his breath tightly, and buried his head deeply.

They are all iron-blooded strong men who stabbed a hole with a knife in the army and didn't take it seriously. Yun Lang has never been able to bear this, and after a few breaths of stalemate, his heart softened: "Forget it, forget it, cry a little..."

"Major General!" Dao Scar choked up: "Why didn't the Major General tell us about the despicable actions of the guards? If I had known earlier——"

"How." Yun Lang said calmly, "On the day the prisoner was robbed, did you stab Gao Jixun, that dog thief?"

He finished what Dao Scar wanted to say, knelt down in a daze, and shut his mouth.

Yun Lang wanted to kick someone but couldn't move, closed his eyes, and recited silently several times to not get angry.

Support the self-respect of the soldiers, but the government and the opposition are taboo.

Shuofang's army has been passed down for generations, and they only know the military orders of the generals, but not the imperial decree of the king.

It is already a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.

General Yun Shao thought it over several times, but still couldn't think of how to explain this passage to these killers who only knew how to fight. He took a deep breath and said concisely: "...they are all fucking looking for death!"

Scar didn't dare to respond, and knelt down on the ground.

"Leave northern Xinjiang, go to Beijing privately, gather in secret, and rob the death row prisoners at Yushitai."

Yun Lang scolded everything, suppressed the overturning cough, and cursed in a low voice: "Who's the bastard's idea! Why don't you grab your head and kick it like a ball!"

"One of you is full and the whole family is not hungry, and you are not afraid of death. Have you ever thought about the brothers of the Shuofang Army?!" Yun Lang said sharply, "How many of you have parents, brothers, and a whole family!"

A few days ago, at the front line of life and death, Yun Lang was not sure how long he could last, but he just planned to talk good things first, to coax these rammed goods back, so that he would not lose his life in a muddle along with him.

Seeing that he was able to stay in Prince Yan's mansion smoothly, Yun Lang's suppressed anger surged up, and he couldn't hold it down: "Don't die! Everyone is fighting to be the bone of Wuding River! If there is someone in your dream, just fight?! One by one! No success, no promise..."

Dao Scar was afraid that he would affect his blood, so he whispered, "Major General."

Yun Lang held on until here in one breath, but he couldn't continue at all, holding on to the edge of the bed and coughing overwhelmingly.

Dao Scar poured him a cup of tea, carefully supported Yun Lang, and watched him drink a little bit.

Yun Lang was dizzy, leaned against him to relax, sat up with a cold face, and leaned back to the side of the couch.

"Major General, this subordinate knows his mistake..."

Dao Scar was worried about his health, he hesitated for a while: "The major general wants to beat and scold, so don't get angry and hurt yourself."

"Next time if you do something stupid again, do it yourself, twenty military sticks per person."

Yun Lang scolded him, seeing him trembling, he suppressed the fire: "Tell me, what are you doing here again today?"

Dao Scar was stunned: "Didn't the major general want cotton and cotton cloth?"

"I want to—" Yun Lang almost forgot, he was stunned when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered: "..."

Almost forgot.

He is also pregnant with a pair of dragon and phoenix twins that Xiao Xiaowang has attracted much attention.

Yun Lang pondered for a long time, sat up straight, and gestured twice on his stomach.

"Also." Dao Scar gave him the cotton cloth he bought, and knelt by the couch, "Brothers were inquiring in Beijing and heard some rumors."

Yun Lang was still estimating the size without raising his head: "What?"

"About that year." Dao Scar said, "It's far from the situation at that time..."

Yun Lang frowned slightly, lowered his hands and raised his head.

"They said that when King Duan was wronged and imprisoned, the Major General was ordered by the Marquis of Zhenyuan."

Dao Scar's voice became hoarse, and after a long silence, he said again: "In order to cut off the queen's road, I led the Shuofang army to surround the Chenqiao Camp of the Forbidden Army."

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "What am I supposed to be, this saying has existed back then..."

"After suppressing the imperial army, the major general resisted the decree and went against the law, and went to Yushitai Prison."

Scar said in a harsh voice: "Old officials at the Yushitai saw it in person, the major general went in, and King Duan... died."

"It's a cliché." Yun Lang smiled, "Someone has already said that."

"The relatives of Prince Duan's mansion were all in Zhuangzi at that time, and they returned to Beijing for the funeral. They said they were intercepted and killed by bandits, but someone saw the Yunzi family emblem..."

The more Scar spoke, the lower his voice: "Near death, escaped danger and arrived in the capital. Concubine Duan spent the night in mourning, and entered the palace alone with a sword."

"Young Lord Xiao probably noticed something, but he couldn't stop the princess. Prince Duan's residence hadn't cleared up the suspicion at that time, and no one dared to help."

Scar: "The little prince was desperate and refused to believe the rumors in Beijing, so he went to the Shuofang Army camp on the outskirts of Beijing overnight."

Yun Lang was folding the cotton cloth, he paused for a while, but didn't speak.

"At that time, the major general was not in the Shuofang army."

"The little prince searched for the whole night and found the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion, but was kicked out by the gatekeeper."

Dao Scar said in a hoarse voice: "The general said, the young master has something to tell, please tell someone..."

Yun Lang looked calm, straightened the cotton cloth: "Say."

Scar: "When we meet again, the knife will see blood."

Yun Lang sat quietly for a while, raised his hand to cover it, and coughed a few times.

His throat felt a little uncomfortable again, so he reached for the teacup and drank it twice before realizing that it was empty.

"The old things, the entanglement is too deep."

Scar whispered: "There are too many things to say without proof, and the misunderstanding is so far. Even a good person may not be willing to believe it, let alone King Yan..."

Scar gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground: "The major general is in danger here, it's better to follow us."

Yun Lang was still ill, he didn't want to say this to upset the major general, but he had to say it.

Back then, Yunlang didn't care about these at all, and later he went to the northern border from the capital, so he had nowhere to inquire.

As far as King Yu Yan was concerned, if the bloody feud had reached this point back then, Yun Lang's life could be killed at any time with a thought.

Everyone in the Shuofang army discussed for a whole night, no matter what they didn't dare to keep Yun Langyan in the palace, so they sneaked in quietly.

"Who said I don't want to go?"

Yun Lang still feels distressed when he thinks of the hole he painstakingly dug in the wall, sighed, and was about to speak, when he suddenly realized: "You came here alone?"

Dao Scar froze for a moment, then shook his head: "There are four more, watching the wind outside."

Yun Lang asked: "Did you touch the mechanism?"

Scar shook his head.

"Dig a pit in front of the door, spread straw on the trap, and tie a bell on the door."

Yun Lang: "When we walked to the gate of the courtyard, an iron cage happened to fall down."

Scar: "..."

Dao Scar was terrified when he heard this, and he was even more worried: "Why is this place so dangerous? The major general should follow us! Stay one more day——"

Yun Lang waved his hands, sat up with support, and got off the ground with his support.

Yun Lang walked to the door, reached out and pushed the door open.

Dao Scar was stunned and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Several men in black were hung high by rattan nets, unable to move, and there were two rows of nail boards underneath.

Spike point up.

dense, chilly.

Yun Lang clutched his chest, coughed twice, and sighed softly: "Just wait one more day."

"Major General!"

Dao Scar was in a hurry to save people, but he was worried about Yun Lang, so he frowned: "What are you waiting for one more day?"

Yun Lang took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Go to see the little prince."

Yun Lang folded the cotton cloth, covered it with the clothes, held his breath and put it in front of his lower abdomen: "Tell him the story about the perfect moonlight."