Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Linquan Town at the foot of Luliang Mountain is rich in wild rabbits, and the meat is the most plump and tender.

Horse merchant convoys often come and go on the official road, and soldiers with swords are seen all day long. This is the military town set up by this dynasty to defend Xixia.

The town is buried by wind and sand all the year round, and the yellow sand covers the sun all the way to the horizon.

Two fine horses came from the dim yellow sky.

The horse is a good horse, and the rider's kung fu is also good. The wind blows under the hooves, and the smoke and dust are billowing in the yellow sand all over the sky.

The largest storefront in the town is an inn with no name or signboard, and it has three floors upwards.

Wine is also sold in the lobby on the first floor, and there are hot and cold dishes. If you have enough money, you can also buy cooked beef that is strictly forbidden to be slaughtered in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

The old wooden building creaked in the wind and sand, Xiaoer was diligent, and wiped the table carefully every once in a while, but it still seemed to be covered with a thick layer of sand.

The horse was led and tied to the leeward stable of the inn. For some reason, there was a wild rabbit in the drowsy bag on the horse's back.

There was no need for the inn to send someone to take care of them. The silent riders who moved swiftly called for water, screened the fodder, and were meticulously busy, leaving one person on guard before entering the inn one after another.

The table in the corner of the lobby is sheltered from the wind, the location is good, and it is the cleanest.The clerk was hospitable and enthusiastic, and brought the two masters who seemed to be of extraordinary status: "What do you want? We have few things in the military town, and they are all hard dishes, strong wine and big meat..."

"If you can satisfy your hunger, take whatever you want."

The leading young man in white took his seat: "No wine, two jars of clear water—"

Before he finished speaking, the man in black said slowly, "Honey roasted rabbit legs, two steamed cakes, stir-fried wild rice stems, and a jar of hot rice wine."

In such a remote border military town, if you order these delicate foods, the price will be doubled and upwards.

Xiaoer was overjoyed when he heard the words, but he didn't know which one to listen to. He turned his eyes between the two of them, and said hesitantly: "You two guests..."

"Get some hot water."

The man in black put down an ingot of snowflake silver: "Stay in the hotel tonight, two upper rooms, and the bill will be settled together."

Xiaoer's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly agreed, took the silver and walked away in a hurry.

Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand, supported Yun Lang's arm, and sat at the table with him.

The landslide in the Xiao Valley happened just in time for the rising water to cause mountain torrents. Without siege, a mudslide took away ninety-nine percent of the elite soldiers that King Xiang had carefully hidden for many years and transferred all the way to northern Xinjiang.

Only those remnants who had been dispersed were left, and they were completely useless.Dao Scar led a flying horse to send a letter to Guguan, looking for the guards to send troops to seal the mountain to search, and he couldn't escape halfway.

Yun Lang chased him into the valley, thinking that Xiao Shuo was also sucked into the turbulent muddy dragon, and the soldiers around him couldn't stop him, so he almost wanted to see the major general go down to find him himself.

Later, when things turned around and finally saw Xiao Xiaowang who came back alive, Yun Lang could listen to his words again.

Falsely alarmed, he leaned on Xiao Shuo's shoulder for a while, but without saying a word, went back to the cave to change his armor, and rode out of the valley together with Xiao Shuo.

All the way to Linquan Town, nothing unusual can be seen.

"From here, go all the way north, pass Xuegongling, Heheyan Mountain, and then walk north along the corner of the mountain for three days, pass Shiqian Peak, and then pass Zixia Mountain."

Yun Lang picked up a chopstick, dipped some tea in it and drew on the table: "Yanmen Pass is connected to Yunzhong Mountain."

He has walked this road too many times, and he is familiar with it by heart.If a fast horse runs around day and night, it only takes two days to get there, and if you walk slowly on the road, it will only take three or five days longer.

The army couldn't walk through the winding sheep intestines at the foot of the mountain, and walked around the main road, and had to slow down a lot.

"Prince Xiang's private soldiers can't see the light after all, and they still need to cover up and avoid them along the way, just slow or not."

Xiao Shuo looked it over and wrote down the route: "Even if you take a shortcut, it will be difficult to get there within ten days. You and I are not in a hurry."

Yun Lang nodded, pressed his forehead, and leaned back.

Sensing his movement, Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand, and it was not easy to notice that he was behind Yun Lang: "Uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Yun Lang exhaled, "I'm a little tired, just take a rest."

Xiao Shuo focused on him for a while, then nodded to Xiao Er who brought hot water, took a clean cloth towel placed on the basin, soaked it in hot water and wrung it dry, and wiped Yun Lang's forehead.

Galloping a horse all day is exhausting.Yun Lang was a little dazed at first, so he warmed the cloth towel, and stretched out his hand to pick it up: "I—"

"Just rest."

Xiao Shuo said slowly, "There is me."

Yun Lang's shoulders trembled slightly, as if calling him a word that stabbed his heart silently, he pulled the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes and leaned back.

There were a lot of people eating and drinking in the lobby, and it was a mess.

Since entering the inn, the personal soldiers have consciously scattered around their table. They seem to be sitting casually, but in fact they have surrounded the corner airtightly, and they can respond to movements in time.

Holding the warm cloth, Xiao Shuo slowly wiped Yun Lang's face, soaked it in the basin, and wiped the palms and backs of his hands carefully.

Yun Lang's fingers were still cold, he was slightly stiff when he held them.

It is still the strength that can only be achieved by holding a gun with a rein and a gun that has never been relaxed at all.

"I really didn't know in advance that there would be landslides and mountain torrents."

Xiao Shuo said something in a low voice, held Yun Lang's hand, and slowly rubbed it slowly: "This happened suddenly, you and I have neither been able to pinch and calculate, nor have we studied the geography and water classics all the year round, how could we calculate it in advance?" ?”

Yun Lang's hand slightly bent in his palm, and he tilted his head, without making a sound.

Xiao Shuo saw his eyelashes trembling slightly, knowing that this matter was far from over in Yunlang's heart, he said slowly, "It's thanks to you asking me to raise horses a few years ago to escape this time, and thanks to your luck, it turned into a disaster. lucky."

Yun Lang laughed: "What nonsense..."

"How is it unreasonable?"

Xiao Shuo said: "It's because of you every time I turn danger into fortune and escape from death."

Yun Lang closed his eyes, Junxiu's eyes were slightly tensed.

"I was wrong." Xiao Shuo changed his words, "Escape from serious injuries."

Yun Lang: "...

"Minor injury—"

Xiao Shuo followed the good advice, and then changed his words: "Scratch the skin and escape."

Yun Lang was tense for a while, but finally he couldn't hold back and let out a laugh, and he gave him a sharp eye for black and white: "My personal soldiers tell jokes, could it be that the little prince taught him by example?"

"Yes." Xiao Shuo accepted the credit calmly, "Your personal soldiers traded with me, and I taught them to make you happy, so they told me about your past in northern Xinjiang."

Yun Lang opened his mouth and widened his eyes in astonishment.

He never imagined how it would be like for Xiao Xiaowang to make deals with people and teach people to tell jokes with a cold and evil spirit. this.

"I remember--"

Yun Lang was in a complicated mood: "Before we came out, we vaguely seemed to be planning to usurp the throne..."

Xiao Shuo nodded, and said slowly: "So you always allow me to take a breather and do something I like."

Yun Lang was startled, looking at Xiao Shuo's calm expression, he couldn't hold back his heart, and slowly grabbed Xiao Shuo's hand.

Near the frontier fortress, it is also a deserted and empty military town, and the meals are well prepared.

A large pot of fried bamboo shoots, two rabbit legs covered in honey, and a plate of steaming pancakes almost filled the table to the brim.

Xiao Shuo held the bamboo chopsticks in one hand, and methodically separated the steamed white and soft steamed cakes, carefully picked up the fat and tender rabbit leg meat that was torn off, and added some crispy fried rice stems.

The two of them had cleaned their hands, Xiao Shuo took a piece of steamed cake and handed it over.

Yun Lang smiled: "Why even this..."

Bianliang is so elegant, and you can't get tired of eating fine food, and you can make hundreds of exquisite tricks with the same food.

A piece of steamed pancake is filled with meat and vegetables, and eaten hot, which saves time and trouble, and is a rough way of eating that only exists in the military.

King Jing, who called to open the restaurant, saw it, and he must have been heartbroken, and he stamped his feet and yelled that he was decent.

Yun Lang looked at Xiao Wangye's methodical and proficient posture, his chest was scalded quietly by the heat, he reached out to take the steamed cake, lowered his head and ate it carefully.

Xiao Shuo himself also took one, holding Yun Lang's hand firmly with one hand, spreading the warmth away bit by bit.

Doing these things with one hand, although slower, he always did it meticulously and patiently, never letting go of Yun Lang's hand.

Halfway through eating, Yun Lang's body temperature suddenly rose, causing his shoulders and arms to sink slightly.

Xiao Shuo looked sideways at General Yun who was leaning on his shoulder.

Yun Langwu supported himself all the way, at this moment he couldn't stand it any longer, feeling tired, closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder, already fell asleep.

Xiao Shuojing looked at it for a while, then let go of Yunlang's hand, wanting to take him upstairs to rest, and then let go, but Yunlang suddenly opened his eyes again.

Xiao Shuo saw the light of Xue Liang's knife in Yun Lang's eyes, if he still had the strength, Yun Lang would even jump up, and the horizontal knife would firmly stop him.

"nothing."

Xiao Shuo shook his hand back, and said softly: "We are at the inn, we feel tired, let's go upstairs to rest."

Yun Lang's face turned pale slightly, and he got over the palpitations of waking up at this moment, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat up straight with his arms propped up.

Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand, wanting to hug him, but Yun Lang pressed his arm, "Just give me a hand."

Xiao Shuo didn't insist, and nodded, his hand changed direction halfway, giving Yun Lang some leverage.

"I'm a little scared, and I still have lingering fears. I have to wait for two days."

Yun Lang pressed his forehead, he held Xiao Shuo's arm, withdrew his strength, and said in a low voice: "The little prince is destined to be blessed with great fortune, auspicious people have their own celestial features, don't they?"

Xiao Shuojing looked at him for a moment, but nodded slightly without refuting.

Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at him, stood up, and went upstairs together with Xiao Shuo.

The Tianzihao room of the inn is prepared for the nobles who come and go.

The two of them are away from home, so they still need a room.Yun Lang watched Xiao Shuo go back to his room to rest, and then he went to the couch and lay down with all his clothes on.

Drowsiness and fatigue spread together, wrapping people into silence, sleeping until midnight, and in the dream, the raging mudslides flooded up again.

An extremely real dream, the cramped icy mud wrapped boulders, pressing him tightly, choking his nose.

Doomsday.

Yun Lang lay on the couch, gritted his teeth and couldn't wake up, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

There were countless heavy stones wrapped in the mud, and he wanted to find Xiao Shuo in the chaotic field of vision, but he couldn't find it no matter what. The blood in his chest was about to burst open under the pressure of the cold and heavy flood.

This was the first time he saw with his own eyes that Xiao Shuo's life would be in danger.

Although they have gone through risks several times before, they can always find a way out by relying on the joint efforts of the two of them. Only this time, the natural disasters that are pressing in front of them are overwhelming.

If it weren't for the little prince's blessing and destiny, he would be auspicious and auspicious.

……

Yun Lang was drowsy in his dream, and the turbulent flow of the flood rolled him into a deeper darkness, his body strength was completely exhausted, leaving only a trance of chaos and ice-coldness.

Then, a hand suddenly grabbed him.

That hand was hot and hot, holding his hand tightly, dragging him out from the bottom of the water, hugging him and laying him flat on the rocky shore.

The ink-colored figure swayed vaguely, untied the soaked wet clothes, wrapped them around his cold chest and shoulders, tried his best to warm him up, and tried his heart and breath.

The warm palm covered his chest, rolling over inch by inch, warm lips covered him, sending fresh air into his mouth, rubbing against him bit by bit.

……wrong.

There is no need to fight for the courage to save lives.

Yun Lang vaguely sensed that something was wrong, so he asked Peiran to wrap him warmly, and easily escaped from the nightmare. When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw that he ran to his room in the middle of the night, got on his couch, untied his clothes and kissed him. Little Prince Xiao.

"My lord..."

When Yun Lang opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse: "What are you doing?"

The lamps and candles in front of the bed were dim, Xiao Shuo's dark eyes reflected his figure, he was silent for a moment, and answered something in a low voice.

Yun Lang didn't hear clearly, and couldn't think of any single word that could answer this sentence: "What?"

Xiao Shuo sat up, stretched out his hand, and wrapped the major general who had escaped from the nightmare into his arms: "Sleep."

……

Yun Lang leaned on the chest of His Highness King Yan, gathered his strength for a while, reached in and touched it, and finally confirmed that this was not another bizarre dream.

Duan Wangshu Yingling is here... the little prince touched his bed in the middle of the night, took off his clothes, and came to sleep with him.

General Yun put his heart into it and substituted it into the script, for a moment he didn't know whether he should get up, and turned Prince Xiao on the couch with his own hands, and turned upside down for a while.

Without waiting for any more strength, Xiao Shuo had already hugged him completely, asked Yun Lang to lean into his arms, untied the clothes and wrapped them together, and stuck them to his chest.

Yun Lang vaguely felt something was wrong: "This...

Is it also the process of serving the bed? "

Xiao Shuo reached out his hand and nodded, "Put yourself in your arms."

Yun Lang always felt as if he voted the wrong way, and before he could raise an objection, he was touched by the little prince and groaned, and couldn't help softening.

"Hold on."

Yun Lang closed his eyes, raised his hands to grab Xiao Shuo's sleeves, and felt hot behind his ears: "I still don't feel right..."

Xiao Shuo asked, "Is it still cold?"

Yun Lang was startled, and opened his eyes.

Xiao Shuo pressed against his forehead, probably because he still felt cold, then wrapped Yun Lang deeper into his arms, and slowly patted his back.

The strength on his back was gentle and quiet, one after another, silently dispelling the remaining chill and lingering fear in his chest.

"A nightmare like yours, I had seven or eight nightmares every night in the past few years."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and looked at General Yun who was still in a daze: "Comparing your heart to your heart, you should also improve your memory, and don't scare me again in the future."

Yun Lang was completely wronged: "When will I scare you—"

Xiao Shuo bowed his head, kissed Yun Lang's voice, and tightened his arms as hard as he could without any hindrance.

Yun Lang's chest collided with his heartbeat, his eyes burned instantly, he raised his hands and exerted all his strength, and hugged Xiao Shuo tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Shuo finally withdrew a little, looked down at the major general who was panting and coughing slightly, imitated his posture, and bit Yunlang's lips.

Yun Lang felt vaguely in pain, but couldn't help laughing: "I'm a quick learner..."

"I am not an auspicious person, and the sky does not favor me."

Xiao Shuo said softly: "You are the one who saves me, and you are the one who protects me."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes and looked at him without blinking or avoiding: "You lured me out of death, shared my blessings, and relieved my misery. It's not some illusory destiny."

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "What nonsense..."

"Therefore." Xiao Shuo said, "If you are tossing and tossing and cannot fall asleep, you can only fall asleep by listening to the music. I should also sing it to you."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang suppressed his surging mind, and murmured, "Oh."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes: "What do you want to hear?"

"whatever……"

Yun Lang had no idea, leaned on Xiao Shuo's shoulder, and tried his best to think about it: "Guanju, right? Jianjia is also fine."

Xiao Xiaowang dared to act bravely: "No."

Yun Lang scratched his head: "Yangchun Baixue? Lower Riba people? High mountains and rivers ambush Fengqiuhuang..."

Xiao Shuo never listened to music on weekdays, and he didn't know any of them, so he shook his head lightly.

"Neither this nor that."

Yun Lang almost made him angry: "What do you want me to do? You can sing, just sing it for me."

Xiao Shuo sat quietly for a moment, embraced Major General Yun, put it close to his ear, and slowly sang a soft and gentle tune that was very effective at dispelling nightmares and soothing people's hearts.

……

Outside the major general's bedroom, the soldiers held their breaths and squatted intently. When they clapped their hands secretly excitedly, they saw the door pushed open and Yun Lang came out with his clothes on.

"Major General!"

Dao Scar was stunned: "Didn't His Royal Highness go in and sing for the Major General?"

Yun Lang pressed his forehead, completely lost the mind to think about the lingering fear, took a deep breath: "Yes."

"But it doesn't sing well?"

Scar was a little worried: "We have Xun here, if the prince can't play it, let's carry Zhang Qin..."

Yun Lang shook his head: "It's not about this."

Scar was puzzled: "What is that?"

"The little prince is going out this time."

Yun Lang asked: "Did you bring the "Book of Teaching Children"?"

This matter is a secret between His Royal Highness Yan Wang and Yunlang's soldiers, Scar did not want to keep it, felt guilty, and said vaguely: "Probably, probably brought... How did the Major General know?"

Yun Lang was in a complicated mood, he supported his forehead, took a cup of herbal tea poured by the soldiers and drank it: "Listen to the order."

Dao Scar's heart trembled, and he hurriedly tapped on one knee: "The major general ordered."

"Find me all ten pieces of songs that little girls dance, play and sing on the piano, insert them into the "Book of Teaching Children", and tell the little prince that this is the latest edition after corrections."

Yun Lang grieved: "There are nursery rhymes from the age of three in the "Book of Teaching Children", one page counts as a page, and they are all torn up and burned. I don't want to listen to any more."