Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Moonlight is hot.

The cool breath of new snow seeping in through the window turns into lukewarm water vapor in the night, and the house seems to be gradually burning.

The northern Xinjiang is windy, passing through thousands of ravines and mountains, traveling thousands of miles to return home under the moonlight, and blending into the waiting mountains and rivers.

Melting into a misty misty rain water color.

Head and face, all over the sky.

……

Xiao Shuo escaped from the smoky rain, looked at the motionless man with his eyes closed, and lightly touched Yunlang.

Yun Lang had a backbone, and with a muffled grunt, he was still lying upright on the couch.

He neither went to the room through the broken window nor rushed out the door, gritted his teeth and remained silent, not much softer than the wooden man made by King Jing Xiao Shuo closed his hands and said softly, "Still uncomfortable?"

"Do it for you." Yun Lang gritted his teeth and tried his best to squeeze out a few words, "I didn't—"

"It doesn't hurt."

Xiao Shuo hugged him and kissed Yun Lang's forehead.His chest was hot, his mind was burning, and his voice was not as hoarse as before: "Don't do that...it doesn't hurt."

Yun Lang exerted all his strength, forcing himself to relax in Xiao Shuo's hands.

The electric light broke through the quiet and dark, and the eyes were at a loss, leaving only a quiet and empty space.

……

It is like the white awn when the ice water is submerged in the water prison, and it is like the eternal silence in the dark prison.

Yun Lang clenched her lower lip, fumbled for the quilt fabric, and clenched it tightly in her palm.

Xiao Shuo almost thought that there was a mistake or omission in the contents of the album. This was the first time for him, and he was really not sure. He searched for a few places according to the map, watched Yun Lang's reaction, and slowly frowned.

Yun Lang's reaction...was a bit tormented.

The desire surging in my heart is to be closer, without barriers, and to be honest with each other.However, the situation of the young general is clearly far behind.

Xiao Shuo stopped: "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang shivered slightly, realizing that he was unconsciously tensing up, and wanted to relax as much as possible.

"No rush..." Xiao Shuo hugged him and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

Yun Lang trembled in his bones, and opened his eyes.

"I'm here."

Xiao Shuo kissed his eyebrows, kissed his eyebrows, and protected the faint water in Yunlang's eyes: "If you are afraid, hug me."

Yun Lang frowned slightly, tilted his head, trying to smile at him: "It's okay, I—"

Xiao Shuo took the jade bottle that he was carrying with him, poured out a jade pill that protects the heart, and fed it to his lips.

Yun Lang stopped for a while, frowned, and there was a little irritability in his eyes that he hadn't noticed.

He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm fine, what are you doing eating this..."

Before he finished speaking, his lukewarm lips pressed against her.

Xiao Shuo hugged Yun Lang's shoulders and neck with warmth, and the inexplicable irritability and anxiety were slightly suppressed, and half a pill was suddenly fed between his lips and teeth.

Yun Lang froze, turning his head to hide.

"Please ask the imperial doctor to do it again, add licorice, it's not bitter."

Xiao Shuo said softly, "I'm restless, and my heart is hurting. You can eat half a pill with me."

Why couldn't Yun Lang hear it, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said: "What nonsense...it's unlucky, hurry up and pooh."

Xiao Shuo didn't intend to follow suit, he put one hand on Yunlang's heart, slowly pushing and rubbing to relieve him.

Yun Lang has always been able to bear it, the more difficult the situation is, the closer to death, on the contrary, he can force out the unrestrained arrogance in his bones, so scared that Xiao Xiao still dare not provoke him even in the desperate situation.

But it was precisely because he could bear it, the more thorough he was that he couldn't control himself, the more difficult it was for Yun Lang.

At this time, the involuntary loss of control and daze, even if it can arouse a deeper reaction, what reminds Yun Lang first is those days in the dungeon of Dali Temple.

Do not be weak, do not relax.

Don't let go of that string, if you can't hold on to one part of your body and mind, you will fall into the opponent's trap.

If you can't keep it, you will have to overthrow Yan Wang's mansion and be buried with him... forever.

Over the years, how many times Yun Lang was on the front line of life and death, tortured and tortured, and he was able to survive with a single breath of anger. Such thoughts are probably deeply rooted in his heart.

The more dazed and tranced, the more it seems like you can get relief if you let go, and you can't retreat even half a step.

Yunlang ran away every time, and at this time he would either go to the house or go to the ground, not just because of shyness, embarrassment and incomprehension.

Xiao Shuo kissed Yun Lang slowly, passed on the heat, and said in a low voice, "Hold me."

Yun Lang didn't respond, and turned his head sideways.

"It won't be forever."

Xiao Shuo: "If you hug me, I won't be lost forever."

Yun Lang's chest shook violently, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Xiao Shuo's eyes reflected him, his black eyes were sharp and firm, and he was as calm as if he only said the most ordinary words.

Yun Lang stretched out his hand, but he couldn't control his strength anymore, he opened his chest, hugged Xiao Shuo desperately, and strangled him into his arms desperately.

Xiao Shuo hugged him back with equal strength, and kissed Yun Lang's trembling white lips.

There are thousands of waves, and six flowers come out.

The dazzling white light of snow enveloped the whole world.

Vitality emerges from the depths of the muscles and bones, and it is vigorous together with the heart and blood, so vivid that it is ready to come out.

……

The old master listened to the prince's order, quietly put the hot water outside the door, and tiptoed back to the door of the mansion.

Yun Lang lay on the couch, wanted to speak, met Xiao Shuo's gaze, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, and he closed his eyelashes obediently and tiredly.

Xiao Shuo put the warm cloth back into the water basin, kissed Yun Lang's eyelashes lightly, and kissed away the vague moisture from between the eyelashes.

He hugged him into his arms, slowly filling his chest bit by bit.

The wind and snow did not stop all night, the night was over and the sky was bright, and the snow was clear and the clouds were blooming.

Outside the quiet study room of Prince Yan's Mansion, there was finally the faint sound of Xuan Tiewei patrolling around.

Yun Lang opened his eyes, Xiao Shuo sat in front of the couch.

One wrist was still firmly clasped by General Yun, facing a small red clay stove, with a spoon in his free hand, slowly stirring the contents.

It's hot and steaming, it's not some fine porridge, rice, soup, and water that don't satisfy your hunger, with a slightly seductive meaty aroma.

Yunlang's stomach was empty, and he let out a grunt.

"woke up?"

Xiao Shuo heard the movement, let go of the spoon, put one hand under the quilt, and tested the temperature on Yunlang's body: "Does it still hurt?"

Yun Lang's mind was still wandering beyond the mountains and mountains, and for a moment, he woke up suddenly: "What?!"

Although the events of last night were probably broken without any suspense, but Yunlang somehow remembered that the little prince had said that he was the leader of the army tonight, so he just tasted it.

The commander is going on an expedition, and today Yun Lang has to personally sacrifice the flag to celebrate and go to the school grounds to count troops.

If something really happened, he couldn't even sit on a saddle, so he could just squat down, bend his bow and take an arrow...

The more Yun Lang thought about it, the more worried he became, and immediately pushed away the tiger and wolf who couldn't look at Xiao Xiao Wang, and hurriedly turned back to check.

"..." Xiao Shuo looked at him: "Ask your pulse, what are you looking at?"

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang asked him to stop, tongue-tied, red-faced and red-eared, mouth stiff: "Nature—nature is also the pulse of the heart..."

"Your heart veins grow on the tail?"

Xiao Shuo held Yunlang's arm, stretched the twisted General Yun back, laid it flat on the couch, and pressed his fingertips between Yunlang's wrists.

Last night was just the first time, so the propriety should not be too much, and Yun Lang wants to ride a horse today, so he can't squat on the horse and take a step.

Xiao Shuo only relieved Yun Lang, and rushed through the cold water by himself, but when he returned to the bed, he found something was wrong.

Yun Lang was exhausted and lethargic, his mind was relaxed, his dark wounds were no longer suppressed, and there were faint repetitions.

Xiao Shuo was worried, so he stayed by the couch for half a night, massaged and rubbed Yunlang's major acupoints on his heart acupoints little by little, until his complexion improved and he breathed a long time, then he lay down in front of the couch for a while.

"It's much better than before."

Yun Lang was stunned for a while, then stretched out his hand to press his chest, feeling a little guilty: "It's because I haven't had a good rest these few days, and I'm a little tired, so I repeat it a little... When the troops leave, I'll be fine after sleeping for two days on the road."

Xiao Shuo said, "A little tired?"

Yunlang coughed dryly: "There is... a little bit."

Xiao Shuo looked at him for a while, scooped out half a bowl of broth, blew it warm carefully, put a spoon on it and handed it to the major general who was no more than five years old.

During that palace change, Yun Lang turned the tide on his own, exhausted his strength and fell asleep, it was the longest rest.

After waking up, Yun Lang went to meet Shang Ke and managed to find out the zodiac envoy of King Xiang.He rushed into the palace to deal with the assassins, and captured the eagle archer with superb concealment skills, but he still couldn't relax, so he dragged him for a wild run.

……

After finally getting drunk, he fell asleep and fell asleep, then got up, and went to the Grand Master's Mansion to get the seal without stopping.

Even if he is a good person who has never been injured at all, he might not be able to survive this repeated overdraft.

When they were young, they were together, Yun Lang would always run outside, Xiao Shuo only thought that Young Master Yun had a lively temperament and didn't like sitting for long periods of time.

Now it seems that I'm afraid I just can't stay idle.

Yun Lang drank the steaming three delicacies stewed bone soup, seeing Xiao Xiao Wangye's expression changed, he became more vigilant: "What are you thinking about?"

"I miss you and I go on an expedition."

Xiao Shuo said, "Would you lie bored in the middle of the night and sneak out to repair the horseshoes of the war horse?"

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang: "?"

His Royal Highness King Yan was really wild, Yun Lang didn't know where his idea came from, and he was a little puzzled: "Why am I repairing horseshoes, can't I brush and bathe the horse?"

Xiao Shuo was careless for a while, never thought of this, and looked at General Yun and pondered.

There are quite a lot of war horses in the army, if Yun Lang looks for this matter to pass the time, he won't be able to be free for three or two months.

Yun Lang was looked at thoughtfully by him, his back was inexplicably cold, he drank the soup in two or three gulps, rolled out of the bed and ran out: "It's getting late, I'll pack up and go to Chenqiao camp to see, you can sleep again Sleep."

Xiao Shuo raised his hand to hold Yun Lang, and stood up together.

"What are you doing up?"

Yun Lang was inexplicable: "I'm just going to have a look. It's still early for soldiers to be called up, so we don't need the vanguard officers to accompany us."

Yun Lang pushed him back: "I haven't slept all night, why don't you close your eyes and sleep for a while? Go to the couch..."

Xiao Shuo remained motionless, holding Yun Lang's wrist, without saying a word.

General Yun Shao couldn't stand this the most. His Royal Highness Yan Wang, who was famous for being able to stop children from crying at night in the capital, looked at him, and his heart softened.

Yun Lang explained to the old master, told the old master to harness the carriage, carried two thick furs into it, and dragged the little prince into the carriage together.

The Chenqiao camp is still some distance away from Yan Wang's mansion, and the sun is still early at this time, and the preparations that should be made have been prepared by the vanguard officer, so it is not too late on the road.

Yun Lang got into the car together with him, stuffed Xiao Shuo into the thick and warm pile of furs, and wrapped him up neatly: "Okay, close your eyes and sleep..."

Yun Lang paused for a while, looked at Xiao Shuo carefully, and got angry for a while: "Isn't that okay?"

Yun Lang's ears were burning hot, he gritted his teeth and poked his shoulder: "Why are there so many things?"

The old master followed beside him, and he didn't see the slightest change in the prince's expression from the beginning to the end. He couldn't figure out where the young master saw it, so he looked carefully again.

The prince and the major general are going on a long trip, and they have already prepared the things they brought, but after all, they still feel that they are not thorough enough.If there is anything you want, you should find it in advance at this time.

The old master helped deliver the incense to the car, worrying in a low voice: "What else does the lord want? The servants are outside, I will take them to get it..."

Yun Lang's face was flushed, he waved his hands wholeheartedly, pulled off the fur, and sat in Xiao Shuo's arms.

The old master was stunned and his eyes widened.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, his eyes soaked in a very light and warm color, he raised the corner of his lower lip, and protected Yun Lang Nuan Nuan.

Yun Lang comfortably leaned against him, and spontaneously found a position: "Okay, go to sleep..."

Xiao Shuo said softly, "Okay."

The little prince's body was too warm, and the palms pushed and crushed the acupuncture points on his back, with neither light nor heavy force, and after the pain, there was a rare burst of relief.

The slight soreness from last night also disappeared.

Yun Lang asked him to hold her, and wandered around in the carriage for a while, then yawned.

Xiao Shuo kissed his forehead: "I am here."

Yun Lang had already forgotten why he sat here, and swayed along with the carriage. Hearing this sentence, he felt relieved and nodded.

He thought the light outside the carriage was dazzling, so he moved around, twisted half of his body, skillfully buried Xiao Shuo's shoulder cloth, and closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: Love everyone!

The third chapter of Yuan Guzijing's "Willows in the South of the City": The sky can be covered in the morning, and the head is blowing to the face, the snow is surrounded by thousands of waves, the snow is cut into flowers, and the willows sleep three times under the weight of snow.

There is a chemical use in the text.