Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Xiao Shuo leaned over and slowly kissed Yun Lang's eyebrows.

The major general learned to talk about the pain, but his shoulders and back became tighter than usual.Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand, hugged Yun Lang, and slowed down his strength to lay him flat on the couch.

Yun Lang lay down, opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Shuo.

Xiao Shuo put his hands on his heart, and felt the coolness of the night dew through the material of the clothes.

Even though the room had been equipped with a stove to warm the couch, the couch was densely covered with thick fur, Yun Lang lay under his palm, his body was still too cold to keep warm.

Like the suet white jade seal soaked in blood under the couch in Wende Hall.

Jade and blood do not match. The jade seal in the deep palace was stained with the blood of many people, but it was still clear and moist, and there was no bloody storm, sword shadow or knife light.

There were bloodstains oozing from one side of the seal, and Yun Lang lay unconscious under the cold couch for an unknown how long.

Maybe he was so faint that the first emperor came back one after another, or maybe he was so faint that the old matriarch came to visit.

Maybe just fainted, everyone was busy with the aftermath of the court affairs, and they were all overwhelmed, and they had no time to go back to the inner hall.

Until the imperial physicians who were forcibly retreated by the young master finally couldn't sit still anymore, they were worried and frightened, and bravely pushed open the palace door.

……

Yun Lang lay quietly, meeting the light in Xiao Shuo's eyes.

He could guess what Xiao Shuo was thinking, the little prince was always smart and quick-witted, if he allowed himself to think like this, he would be able to guess the closest possibility to the truth in a short time.

He is willing to hurt, but not for this.

Yun Lang raised his hand to grab Xiao Shuo's sleeve, trying to interrupt his thoughts.

Only then did he grasp the fabric of Xiao Shuo's robe, the cool and slightly hot soft touch also followed the direction of that hand, and settled between the cold blue-white knuckles.

Yun Lang's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his chest and shoulders shuddered slightly.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, kissed his knuckles carefully, and touched every tiny wound that had been completely healed and completely faded away, and was scratched by a carving knife.

The warmth of the kiss and the cool air flow mixed together, circling around the fingers, spreading the heat little by little, upward along each knuckle.

The thin sword cocoon on the palm, the sharp and thin wrist bones, the slightly pulsating blood veins stinging under the muscles and bones.

Yun Lang turned his head to the side, an unknown heat quietly scorched from the bottom of his chest, and he flexed his fingers impatiently.

Xiao Shuo noticed it, and moved back slightly, his quiet eyes fell on Yun Lang's eyes.

Yun Lang: "Xiao Shuo."

General Yun's voice was hoarse than usual, and it seemed to be burning with some imperceptible heat.The cold fingertips and palms pressed against his wrists, exerted a little force, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly let go.

Halfway through, Xiao Shuo suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him up.

Yun Lang was embraced into Jin Ren's chest, wrapped in the warmth of falling, shivered, slightly startled: "Why—"

Xiao Shuo quickly untied his clothes with one hand, firmly protected Yun Lang's back with one hand, wrapped him in his arms, and lay down together.

The nearly violent heartbeat echoed silently, pounding on one chest, and hitting another chest, arousing an indistinguishable echo.

Yun Lang breathed slightly, but his shoulders and waist relaxed a little bit, the tight lines softened and fell into Xiao Shuo's bosom and shoulders.

"I will guard, always guard."

Xiao Shuo folded his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't lose it again."

Yun Lang survived the sharp pain in his chest, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and then tugged at the corners of the little prince's mouth: "What do you mean by keeping guard?"

The expedition is imminent, and troops will be dispatched at [-] o'clock tomorrow. His vanguard officer should wear a vanguard army, and the hero should not be short of breath at this time.

Yun Lang hugged him instead, and slowly caressed behind Xiao Shuo's back, his palms warmed up a little bit: "It's all over, aren't you and I fine? Now—"

In the middle of his speech, his thoughts moved slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand to protect Xiao Shuo down hard.

Xiao Shuo's reaction was faster than his. He hugged Yunlang firmly into his arms, turned over, grabbed Yunlang's right wrist, and pulled the spring of the sleeve arrow between his wrists.

A row of short crossbows glowing with a cold light of fine iron rubbed against the edge of the couch, hitting the ground hard in unison.

The Xiujian shot out of the window, and there was a muffled groan outside the window, followed by the sound of the Black Tiewei's siege.

Yun Lang's heart trembled, and Pi Yi wanted to stand up, but Xiao Shuo stopped him when he moved.

"The family is now able to deal with the assassins independently."

Xiao Shuo said: "You and I are going to the northern border, let them deal with it by themselves, so as not to panic in the future."

"Other assassins are fine. I'm afraid this group won't be easy to deal with. I'd better go and have a look."

Yun Lang was always worried, and said in a low voice: "Old Pang Gan lost his bloodliness a long time ago. Kaifeng Yin has locked up Tianying. His group of men may be divided into two groups, one to go to Kaifeng Mansion to rob the prison, and the other to attack us. coming."

Although Xuan Tiewei is well-trained, he is also very familiar with dealing with assassins.But if you want to face the top assassins who are selected by King Shangxiang's thousands of people, I'm afraid they are not opponents.

Thinking of the beautiful view of the small garden outside the study, Yun Lang couldn't help but gasped and gritted his teeth in distress.

……

Since this fight is going to be fought sooner or later, it's better to finish it in Taishi's mansion, so as not to bring people back to the mansion and waste things for nothing.

Yun Lang rolled up his cuffs and was about to go out to help Xuan Tiewei, but he asked Xiao Shuo to stop him back on the couch.

"what happened?"

Yun Lang frowned, and said in a low voice: "Don't underestimate them, these people have weird and peculiar movements, and they are best at jumping and moving. Once I tell them to go up, it will be a bit difficult for me to deal with it."

Yun Lang went to the Grand Master's Mansion to snatch the seal, and he had dealt with these people once on the roof, and he almost suffered from this strange movement: "Xuan Tiewei is not familiar with this, it is inevitable that he will be at a disadvantage..."

"It's okay." Xiao Shuo said, "The family has made some preparations."

Yun Lang was stunned: "What preparation, why don't I know?"

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, then stretched out his arms to hug General Yun back to the couch, covering his eyes.

Yun Lang: "?"

Whenever there is danger, both of them want to shoulder the burden for each other, because they have something to hide from each other, it is inevitable that they will feel guilty when they bump into each other.

It's just... Today's little prince Xiao is too guilty.

Yun Lang vaguely guessed that there must be something wrong, so he asked Xiao Shuo to cover his eyes and listen to the situation outside, then secretly mobilized his right hand, and pressed lightly and hard on the acupuncture point on Xiao Shuo's back.

Xiao Shuo's shoulders and arms went numb, his strength uncontrollably slackened, and he frowned: "Yun Lang—"

Yun Lang stood up and was about to speak when a sharp whistle came from outside.

The figures rose from the ground one after another and went straight to the roof.

The eaves of the temple are scattered, and they can hide everywhere. Once these people are on the roof, they will be a hundred times more difficult to deal with than on the ground.

Yun Lang's complexion was slightly gloomy, and he wanted to go out to help, ignoring the coaxing Xiao Xiao Wangye.

Xiao Shuo told him to press the acupoints, but he couldn't stop him. Seeing Yun Lang standing up in his clothes, he pushed open the window neatly. Outside the window, in the mansion, the assassins all had strange movements, and they easily got rid of the black iron guard and jumped onto the roof .

……

Leaping up to the roof, a huge rabbit net fell head-on, firmly covering it.

Xuan Tiewei was ready, and rushed forward in unison, knocking the assassin to the ground, and tied him tightly.

Yun Lang: "..."

"Little lord."

Yun Lang looked at the insanely large net, and was in a moody mood for a moment: "May I ask, did you plan to use it for netting when you made this net?"

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, then picked up the major general from the warm couch, wrapped him in a cloak, and carried him into the inner room.

"late."

Yun Lang cheered him up, and let Xiao Shuo hold him, pressed his chest and grieved: "If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a heart of ice is breaking through the net."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"Looking at the Internet while drunk."

Yun Lang: "Dream back to blowing the net."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Although Yunlang is used to being high and high, it is nothing more than that it is easier to go to the room when he is anxious, it is easier to go to the room when he is shy, and it is easier to go to the room when he is frustrated... No matter how he can't figure it out, it is worth the little prince's painstaking efforts to go to the roof. Hidden such a large net.

The more Yun Lang thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out: "You are so busy all day long that you don't touch the ground, when do you still have time to make this? What's the use of making this?"

"It's nothing."

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, then said softly: "It's just—"

Yun Lang: "Just what?"

"It's just that the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the night is quiet and beautiful."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes: "I want to be treated lightly by you."

Yun Lang was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't say what was on his lips, and his eyes fell on Xiao Xiaowang.

He is usually the one to talk about frivolous things, Xiao Shuo has always restrained and forbeared, although he also cooperates, it always seems that he is not very good at it.

Sometimes Yun Lang even faintly doubted whether Little Prince Xiao was really not interested in that kind of thing at all.

Now it seems... It is clearly tempting and patient, and the patience has been increased to the point where it cannot be done.

Yun Lang sat for a while, most of his anger dissipated, and he turned around to look at Xiao Shuo.

On weekdays, the more serious and indifferent and awe-inspiring he looked at, the more inexplicably cold and seductive he was when he said such words.

Xiao Xiaowang's voice was low and low, his eyes fell on him, and he said this sentence slowly.

People live before the month.

...It is almost forgettable that this man was planning to take him off the roof with a net just now.

Yun Lang was confused by the situation in front of him for a while, couldn't hold his breath, coughed, and said bravely: "I don't treat you lightly every time, I always make myself ashamed to go to the room..."

"Underground roadblocks, tripping ropes, and traps are also being made."

Xiao Shuo said: "It will take some time."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang: "?"

Xiao Shuo was always seeking truth from facts, and didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence. He stroked Yun Lang's hair, got up and said, "I'll go and see what's going on outside."

Yun Lang sat in front of the couch and told him to place his palm warmly on the top of his head. Looking at Xiao Shuo's expression, his heart suddenly tugged.

Xiao Shuo asked him to hold him back, and he stopped with all his strength, half kneeling back to the bed: "What do you want?"

"What are you going to see?"

Yun Lang said: "You and I—"

Yunlang felt hot behind his ears and coughed: "Going to the northern border... Let them deal with it themselves, so as not to panic in the future."

Xiao Shuo told him to return his own words, was startled for a while, and didn't speak.

Yun Lang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "How long have you been thinking about this?"

Looking at General Yun's posture, Xiao Shuo was dumbfounded, and shook his head: "Not long."

He raised his hand to cover the back of Yunlang's neck, rubbed it slowly, and said slowly: "I just said it casually, you don't need to think too much. It's late today, you should rest first."

Yun Lang told him to hug him, the old wound hurt slightly, and he pulled the corner of his mouth.

The little prince... also learned to lie.

Yun Lang breathed out, and held him down: "Little prince, you know that I was unwilling to be reconciled before I passed out, and I must hold the seal to my chest, why?"

Xiao Shuo frowned and looked up at him.

"No nonsense, talking to you seriously."

Yun Lang urged: "Quickly ask me, why?"

Xiao Shuo's heart was heavy and stuffy, but he didn't show it on his face, and asked softly, "For what?"

"At that time, I didn't have a sense of love, and I only knew what it was, but I didn't know why."

Yun Lang said solemnly: "But the guiding ideology... Looking at it now, it is generally not bad."

Yun Lang was unpredictable: "Come here with your ears."

Xiao Shuo leaned on him, nodded, and leaned forward to cooperate with his drooping eyes.

Yun Lang leaned forward, kissed Xiao Wangye's ear, slowly rubbed it twice, and suddenly bit him.

Xiao Shuo was unprepared, his eyes deepened silently, and he pressed them firmly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yun—"

Yun Lang tugged at Xiao Shuo, he had never been able to say such words before, he always felt that the intimacy was too much.Today, the overwhelming net was shocked, and I couldn't help it anymore, and took a deep breath.

"Little lord."

Yun Lang had already completely warmed up, leaning against his arms warmly, her heart beating slightly, and she mumbled in a low voice: "Do you know what the seal... is used for?"

Xiao Shuo was silent for a while, his chest felt strange heat hit him hard, and he raised his eyes to look at Yun Lang.

Yun Lang's face was burning hot, he took a deep breath, reached out and picked up two locust rocks under the couch, and slowly squeezed them in his hands.

"Give me a stamp..."

Yun Lang said softly, "Little Prince, you are safer than Yin."

Xiao Shuo half-kneeled in front of the couch, listening to him slowly finishing this sentence, sparks crackled down his spine.

The heat roared, boiling up from the heart, arousing the burning heat that pierced through the chest.

Yun Lang's chest heaved, his ears were hot, and his eyes were brighter than his.

Xiao Shuo said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go to war tomorrow, let's just taste it."

Yun Lang smiled: "Okay."

"If you feel unwell, tell me anytime."

Xiao Shuo: "Don't force yourself, your heart is hurting and you still need to recuperate."

Yun Lang: "Okay."

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, held Yun Lang's hand, closed his eyes: "If it hurts..."

"I cried loudly and gave you a row of teeth marks, jumped on the roof and turned around three times, then stepped on the tripping rope and jumped into the pit to bury myself."

Yun Lang was worried: "Little prince, the three chapters of the agreement are all stamped in his scriptures, can you do it—"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Shuo had pinned him firmly on the couch, and the candlelight fell on the bottom of his pitch-black eyes, crackling.

The locust stone shot out from Yunlang's hand, and he extinguished two candle lamps, and the darkness poured down like water.

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and pulled the rope of the bed curtain.