Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Young Lord Yun is a bachelor, he has no scruples, and he can beat Yan Wang with a raise of his hand when his temper comes up, but Shuofang Jun can't tolerate being arrogant.

There is a law in this court, and all troops stationed on the border are not allowed to leave their posts without following the Ming Dynasty.Shuofang's army was ordered to go to northern Xinjiang, and entering Hangu Pass was a capital offense, not to mention running all the way to the capital.

If King Yan is not happy, he can lose a row of heads.

Yun Lang wasn't sure about saving people, so before seeing Xiao Shuo, he made some preparations.

After working in the yard for two hours, Yun Lang carried a brocade box with two logs on his back, called Xuan Tiewei to lead the way, and asked the old master to make amends.

He knocked on the door of King Yan's carved and hollowed-out sandalwood study.

"What is he tossing about?"

In the study, Xiao Shuo was leaning against the desk, flipping through the chess record, "Who do you want me to release?"

"Yes." The old master bowed his waist, feeling a little guilty, "Mr. Yun has brought a heavy gift, and I am pleading guilty..."

Xiao Shuo put down the book and looked up.

The old master took a step forward, took the brocade box that Young Master Yun had ordered, and put his hands on the table.

"Apologize for the thorn." Xiao Shuo opened the brocade box in no hurry, "Where did he get the thorn?"

The old master didn't dare to hide the truth, and told the truth: "Two chair legs were removed..."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

The old master risked his life to deliver the message for Young Master Yun, fearing that the prince would be annoyed and deceived by his subordinates, so he hurriedly finished speaking: "It was wrapped in a layer of rice paper, and the word 'Jing' was written in ink!"

Xiao Shuo took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"It's still... Mr. Liuyun's life."

The old master was trembling, and stalked to persuade: "Ask about the secret of the past, the mastermind behind the scenes..."

"Yes." Xiao Shuo's eyes grew colder, "We can't just tear him apart."

The old master bite the bullet: "Yes, you—"

"You can't tie him to firecrackers, he's lit as a cannonball."

Xiao Shuo whispered, coldly said to himself: "October is not yet here, you can't disembowel and take a child by disembowelment."

The old master didn't dare to ask them what the prince was thinking about, so he bowed and waited on the side in silence.

Xiao Shuo persuaded himself for a while, took a sip of tea to meditate, and opened the brocade box.

The old master held his breath and waited for a while, but when there was no movement, he asked cautiously, "Mr. Yun...what did you give?"

Xiao Shuo: "Chestnuts."

"..." The old master: "Huh?"

"Peeled." Xiao Shuo closed the lid, "There are three."

……

The old master was in a complicated mood, standing in this undercurrent of calm, he didn't dare to move.

Even though Yun Lang was the little lord who doted on thousands of people back then, it was unavoidable that his hands were tight and he didn't have many treasures after fleeing for these years.

But there are still some secrets.

This time through the back door, the old master came to deliver a message, and he was enthusiastically held hands and stuffed a piece of Dali jade.

The old master was afraid of irritating Xiao Shuo, so he moved back and carefully hid the jadeite in his sleeve.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, looking at the brocade box, his whole body was sometimes cold and sometimes cloudy.

Twirling a chess piece with his fingertips, he tapped the chessboard slowly.

The old master was getting old and couldn't take it anymore, and was about to go out quietly after he had made a complaint, when he suddenly heard Xiao Shuo chuckle softly.

The old master shivered, and went to touch the jadeite in his sleeve: "My lord, calm down, Mr. Yun actually sent this—"

"Tell him to come in." Xiao Shuo said, "Take a seat."

The old master guarded the door tremblingly, and originally planned to fight hard, saying that he had taken it wrong, but when he heard this, he was stunned: "Huh?"

"Didn't you ask me for something?"

Xiao Shuo picked up the brocade box, looked at it, put it aside, and said with great interest, "Tell him to come in."

Xiao Shuo said slowly: "In front of me, please show me."

The old master: "..."

The old master said in his heart that Mr. Yun might fight you in front of you, but he didn't dare to talk back, he said, "Yes."

Xiao Shuo waved his hands, picked up the chess book again, and flipped through two pages.

The old master waited for a while, and seeing that he no longer had any orders, he saluted, quietly turned out the door, and handed the words to Young Lord Yun who was carrying two paper sticks.

……

When Young Master Yun heard the words "beg in person", he pulled out the wooden stick he was carrying, and knocked open the door of the study with one stick.

Xiao Shuo was playing the chess record casually, when he heard the noise, he looked up.

Yun Lang copied the chair legs: "..."

People are under the roof.

The lives of those thugs were still in Xiao Shuo's hands, Yun Lang took a deep breath, and put the stick back behind his back: "My lord."

Xiao Shuo looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and there was still coldness in his eyes.

Yun Lang stood at the door of the wide-open study, met Xiao Shuo's gaze, and couldn't help frowning.

"Young Master Yun." Before Xiao Shuokai went back to the case, he gave up again, "What's the matter?"

Yun Lang said in his heart that there was your uncle, and he stood there for a while, but still didn't make a sound immediately.

Saving people is the most important thing, if it is not necessary, he can't make more troubles right now.

Most of the rumors are exaggerated, but there is always some reason.King Yan is moody now, and he couldn't figure out which sentence he came across, so he touched Nilin.

Yun Lang pondered for a while, closed the study door, and walked over slowly.

Xiao Shuo leaned in front of the case, and he and himself made moves according to the chess record, and they were reaching the No. 17 move of the sunspot.

Yun Lang stood by the side, found the teapot, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Tou Tao tea." Xiao Shuo said, "Not clean."

Yun Lang was able to bend and stretch, poured out a pot of tea, took a cloth to place on the red clay stove, and washed it twice again.

Yun Lang poured another cup of tea and placed it by the table.

Xiao Shuo didn't even look at it: "It's not fragrant."

Yun Lang: "..."

What a mess of broken tea.

The things for the prince can be fooled like this, and I don't know how much the prince's purchase has enriched his own pockets.

Yun Lang frowned, looking at Xiao Shuo, he felt some pity for a moment.

Over the years, Yun Lang has been hiding in Tibet and inquired about him several times, and they all said that King Yan is domineering and extremely gracious.

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is, the more you say it, the more exaggerated it is.Passed down a little prince Xiao as the king of Hades who can eat people.

The tea you drink is not as good as Yushitai.

Yun Lang had a lot of them, so he didn't care about it, so he found a corner with the tea set, and spread his posture on his own.

Xiao Shuo dropped a few pieces, put down the chess record, and looked up.

Xiaohou Yun, who came to beg for help, buried his head in the competition with the tea leaves, and his complexion was much better than usual due to the steaming heat.

After all, the medicine that I had been ingesting for the past few days had some effect, and when I became more energetic, I became more relaxed.

These elegant things of making wine and tea are done smoothly.

Yunlang scalded it for the third time, finally able to force out some tea fragrance.Raising his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead, he was meeting Xiao Shuo's gaze, angrily asking, "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Shuo pointed to the teacup in his hand.

The tea was too bad, and after a long time of tossing, I only saved one cup.

Yun Lang didn't care about him, and brought it over: "Here—"

Xiao Shuo: "Don't drink."

Yun Lang was holding the tea calmly, and was about to slap his face, but Xiao Shuo said unhurriedly: "The family came recently, and found a recipe for tea eggs."

Yun Lang: "..."

"Using ordinary folk herbal tea to make tea soup, and then boiled eggs, compared with plain water, it can add tea fragrance."

Xiao Shuo said unhurriedly, "I watched it and found it interesting."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo took the cup of tea and looked at it: "It's a pity."

Yun Lang silently recited it several times and Xiao Shuo fell into the ditch, with a clear mind and eyesight, he checked his own wrist pulse.

When he came to find Xiao Shuo, he knew that this matter would not be so easy, so he specially took a green water pill before coming.

This thing is only available in the Imperial Doctor's Workshop, and one capsule can last for three hours, keeping one's energy intact.

In three hours, he was trying to get him out of Xiao Shuo's sword.

Yun Lang's time was limited, so he coaxed himself not to be angry, grabbed the tea and put it on the table: "Then don't drink it."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes, looking at him as if curious.

Yun Lang stood by the table, met Xiao Shuo's gaze, and closed his eyes.

In these years, he fled around desperately. It is true that he was exhausted, but he also gained something.

Chisel the wall to steal light, and the firefly in the bag reflects the snow.

Hanging beams and stabbing thighs, Wei compiled three unique skills.

... After studying so hard, there is always some benefit.

Xiao Shuo didn't know what he was going to say, so he didn't rush, put down the chess pieces and waited for him.

Yun Lang took a deep breath and exhaled.

"That night." Yun Lang said, "I had evil thoughts in my heart."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"You are dead drunk, and you don't know about personnel."

Yun Lang finalized the background, and said nonsense: "I was watching, I didn't want to take advantage of others, but you stretched out your hand to tease me, saying that I am too cold, you want to warm me up."

"It's cold on a moonlit night, but you're burning hot."

Yun Lang is going all out now, recalling the scriptures that he has studied hard over the years, he is very fluent: "I couldn't help it for a while, raised my hand to remove your belt, and turned you over. If you want to break free, you can't help it. I know, but tell me to hold you upright..."

Xiao Shuo interrupted him: "Yun Lang."

"Too long, skip the middle."

Yun Lang spoke concisely, motioning to protrude his belly slightly: "So, I have this child."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yun Lang remembered that he had missed the setting, so he was very calm, and changed his words: "These two."

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

Yun Lang has been characterized by Xiao Xiaowang as shameless, and he looks at him frankly with peace of mind.

Xiao Shuo was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

Over the years, his temperament has become more withdrawn and cold, and when he smiled like this, an undisguised coldness and indifference overflowed from his brows: "It's not good."

Yun Lang almost suspected that King Yan could only speak two words today, and frowned: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Shuo looked at him, and slowly said: "Feelings..."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Pale, running account, take care of things."

Xiao Shuo: "Not sincere enough, not touching enough."

Yun Lang: "..."

"Make it up again." Xiao Shuo became interested, and leaned against the desk, "When I am satisfied with the compilation, I will put another..."

Yun Lang looked at him inexplicably, couldn't hold back his anger, and jumped up: "You know it's made up! You still—"

"I know." Xiao Shuo chuckled lightly, "I made it up, can't I listen to it?"

Yun Lang was startled.

For some reason, he always felt that Xiao Shuo's words seemed to refer to more than just his improvisation.

It is more like referring to a snowy night farther back, when it was so cold that the dripping water turned into ice.

The knife fell head-on, scalding hideous bloodstains.

Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo, his chest sank.

Xiao Shuo withdrew his smile, his eyes were gloomy and cold, falling into his eyes without warmth.

"There is another storybook that is not Fengyue."

Yun Lang was silent for a long time, then said slowly: "It's about...another night."

Xiao Shuo looked at him.

Yun Lang exhaled softly.

Scar said that Xiao Shuo had been looking for him that night.

The father was newly mourned, the mother and concubine committed suicide, and the whole family changed overnight.

The young Xiao Shuo didn't believe the rumors, he went from the Shuofang Camp to the Marquis of Zhenyuan's residence, and spent a whole night looking for him.

"That night, there was..." Yun Lang paused, "Little grandson."

Yun Lang didn't look at Xiao Shuo's expression, and continued, "His father was framed by traitors and imprisoned in the prison..."

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a while, then frowned: "Do you want to start from this paragraph?"

Yun Lang was still brewing emotions, he was slightly startled when he heard the words: "Huh?"

"If the imperial army moved at that time, they could only pretend to be rebellious. You entered Yushitai to save people, but by mistake, you failed to save them."

Xiao Shuo finished for him: "My family was intercepted and killed by bandits. Someone saw the Yunzi family emblem, and it was your soldier, fake writer Ding, who came to help."

Yun Lang opened his mouth and coughed lightly: "Ah."

"Mother concubine broke into the palace with a sword and committed suicide to avenge her grievances. You didn't come forward to help because you were accidentally delayed."

Xiao Shuo frowned: "Your family will sow dissension, with bad intentions."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo looked at him for a while, then suddenly understood, and chuckled lightly.

The room was quiet, Xiao Shuo's voice was cold, and the chill came out undisguised: "Yun Lang."

"You think I believed those rumors in Beijing."

Xiao Shuo smiled and said playfully, "In your heart, I'm the one who believes in these casual rumors, right?"

Yun Lang couldn't see through him more and more, frowned and didn't speak.

Xiao Shuo stopped looking at him, went back to get the chess record, and chased away casually: "I'm tired, you go."

Yun Lang stepped forward and pressed the book.

Xiao Shuo's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to hit his elbow.Yun Lang switched to lifting, picked up the page and tossed it up, was about to pick it up, but was stopped by Xiao Shuo again.

The place before the case was originally not big, and the two of you came and went with each other a few times, Yun Lang's figure swayed slightly, and his cuff just scratched the teacup placed beside the case.

Xiao Shuo raised his hand to help, suddenly realized that something was wrong with Yun Lang, he raised his hand to catch him, it was too late to protect the teacup.

The boiling hot tea was not wasted at all, it was all sprinkled on the stomach of Young Master Yun.

Xiao Shuo glanced at Yun Lang's suddenly pale face, his expression sank, and he said, "Come here—"

"No need." Yun Lang was covered with a cotton cloth, but it wasn't actually hot. He coughed twice, and tried to grab his sleeves, "The few of me..."

Xiao Shuo looked at him, his voice became completely cold: "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang was used to moving his hands, so he raised his internal strength without paying attention, his heart palpitations in vain, and he raised his head half-consciously.

"Is this also learned from the script?"

Xiao Shuo's eyes were gloomy: "Do you think you can make me soft-hearted by just putting on a show like this?"

Inexplicably aroused by his desire to win, Yun Lang pushed him away, and sat on the ground dignifiedly: "Otherwise, what do you rely on, relying on your pair of twins who have just been soaked in the tea soup of tea eggs?"

Xiao Shuo choked on him, frowned and looked at Yun Lang.

……

Yun Lang was firm, struggling to stand up, and lifted the chessboard on the table.

Xiao Shuo's expression suddenly sank, and he was about to call someone, when Young Master Yun finished cleaning up, and sat down on his lap defiantly.

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"You're drunk, but you're still not sinking. In a trance, you mistook me and took me as an old friend."

Young Master Yun is capable of flexing and stretching, and conscientiously rewrites: "Take me in your arms and talk to me. I will accompany you and hold your hand..."

Yun Lang reached out, pulled the brocade box over and opened it: "Open your mouth."

Xiao Shuo was sullen for a while, and said coldly, "Are you—"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yun Lang firmly stuffed three chestnuts into Xiao Xiao Wangye's mouth.

"Let me go, little prince."

Yun Lang was so benevolent and completely exhausted that he pushed away Xiao Shuo who was choked to death by chestnuts, moved, and sat side by side on the couch with him: "They are the Shuofang Army."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, chewed and swallowed slowly, with an unclear expression.

"I owe you my life, and I will pay you back sooner or later."

Yun Lang closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Soon, don't worry."