Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Uncle Duan and Princess Wang Yingling are on top.

Yun Lang didn't check for a while, and was lying flat on the warm couch with his hands bound and eyes blindfolded, and he didn't quite figure out how to talk to the uncle and concubine about this kind of thing.

Tying people up is a long-standing habit of Xiao Wangye, Yunlang's legs are faster than people's, he often jumps out of the window every three days, and goes to the room every five days, in all fairness, he also knows that he is at least [-]% responsible for this matter.

As for singing Shibamo, it seems that he really didn't want to listen to the "Book of Teaching Children".

……

Saying is worse than doing, everything is done, and it is His Royal Highness Yan Wang's temperament.

If it wasn't for Xiao Shuo's ability to act but not to talk, he wouldn't have fallen for someone else's Hua Jinxiang, so he went down to get someone to tie him up.

Yun Lang thought about it for a while, and felt that everything was logical, and he was terrified: "How did it come to this point..."

His eyes were covered with a cloth towel, and it was warm and dark.The slight warmth that rose between the two of them was entrenched, and it dissipated for a moment with the lifted quilt, and then the warm body came back steadily.

Xiao Shuo went to get something, returned to the couch, and the voice fell in his ears: "What?"

His Royal Highness Yan Wang has grown up these years, and his voice has long since faded from the childishness of his youth.In this way, he slowed down and spoke slowly, and he could almost see those deep black eyes along with the voice.

He couldn't see it, so the voice in his voice was deep and soft, word by word seeping into his heart and heart.

Unable to bear this, Yun Lang felt hot behind his ears, and murmured: "It's okay..."

Yun Lang swallowed, and asked in a low voice: "Why... do you want to cover your eyes?"

Xiao Shuo was silent for a moment, but without responding immediately, he stretched out his hand to wrap Yun Lang into his chest and shoulders.

The cloth towel that was blindfolded sank slightly, the night seemed to be a layer deeper, and the soft warmth in the palm of the hand faintly penetrated through the towel.

Yun Lang trembled slightly in the warmth of the falling.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Xiao Shuo said softly: "It's because I used wine to boost my courage. If I didn't do this, I'm afraid I would stop halfway."

The major general probably forgot, the two of them went to explore the Yuying Pavilion in Dali Temple together, in the dungeon, Yun Lang covered his eyes like this, and kissed him.

Before that, Xiao Shuo wanted to say and do too much with Yun Lang, all of which was entangled in his chest.He had long forgotten how to talk to people well, and he didn't know how to do more than lay General Yun on the couch and spank his butt.

After that day, I learned to hug people back without a teacher, and learned to coax them well.

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, with his palm facing up, he carefully grinded away the cold sweat on Yunlang's forehead inch by inch, and stroked Yunlang's forehead: "If you are not used to it, you can also cover my eyes, It's the same."

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, subconsciously remembering that the blindfolded Xiao Xiao Wang Ye was blindfolded and felt the elephant on him, and he almost didn't hold back Le: "...that's all."

"I thought you were advancing by leaps and bounds, but it turns out that you are no better than me."

Originally, there were not so many taboos, Yun Lang simply let go and lay down, and changed to the most comfortable position: "Okay, after all, now you are the knife and I am the fish, so you let go—"

Before the last word "touch" could be uttered, it was silenced in the throat.

Yun Yurou thumped on the chopping board, his face was red and his ears were hot and steaming, and he was tongue-tied: "You, you—"

Xiao Shuo breathed slightly, and withdrew his hand, and put a soft pillow on the back of his neck.

"Little Prince." Yun Lang couldn't figure it out, "I have a heart but not a gut, I know you have a heart, so how dare you..."

Xiao Shuo whispered: "The wine is strong."

Yun Lang: "..."

Ordinary people have sex after drinking, but His Royal Highness Yan Wang bolstered his courage after drinking, and covered his forehead with a slightly warm palm, and stroked it lightly.

In fact, it is far from intimacy, the gentle touch is like penetrating through a thick fog, passing through the cloth towel in front of you, from the deepest part of the memory that has been blurred to the point of not being able to see clearly, gently blowing away the coldness buried deep in it.

At first, Yun Lang was still thinking about whether he should get back ten barrels or eight barrels of burning knives to give the young prince courage after the battle was over. The warmth in Xiao Shuo's palm was wrapped tightly, but the countless thoughts in his mind were a little bit empty. up.

Yun Lang lay on the couch, thankful in his heart that there was a cloth towel covering him, and closed his eyes.

"Just now Yan Li was talking about the Battle of Golden Beach."

Xiao Shuo pressed the arrow scar on his shoulder, and said softly: "You got this wound to save your father from escaping death, but you only came back to show off to me, saying that you finally got a scar, and let me see if you are majestic or not. "

Yun Lang mumbled: "At any rate, Uncle Duan and I are also year-end friends who have never sworn vows..."

"..."

Xiao Shuo remained silent, not fussing with him: "You gave Yan Li the ten taels of silver back then, Yan Li said that you sold the horse for it."

Xiao Shuo caressed him slowly, and pressed the man to his chest, put his lips on the center of Yun Lang's eyebrows, and said slowly: "I know, you don't want to sell that horse."

Yun Lang held his breath slightly, shuddered slightly, and pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly: "How do you even know this?"

"You sold it because you were afraid that it would go with you."

Xiao Shuo said softly, "It's already an old horse. You don't want it to be on the way of escape in the last few years."

Yun Lang tensed in his arms, and slowly exhaled the breath held in his chest.

"That horse was given to me by Uncle Duan Wang."

Yun Lang smiled: "Uncle Duan said, if the army is fighting a war, I may fly a kite and get lost at some point. The old horse knows the way, and if I get lost, he can bring me back."

Yun Lang still remembered the day when he sold the horse, he closed his eyes under the cloth scarf, and leaned against Xiao Shuo's shoulder as if he was afraid of the cold: "I want to pull it out of the northern border, and bring it to a man with rich water and grass. It is sold in rich places, but it grows in the Shuofang army, and it refuses to leave even if it dies. That horse is very old and has been injured several times, so it cannot go far, and it will live for half a year at most..."

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, and then slowly said: "It lived for another nine months, and it lived very well. It grew stronger and stronger, and gave birth to a very strong foal."

Yun Lang shuddered, and raised his head suddenly.

As if he wanted to take off the blindfold, he moved his arm, only to realize that his wrist was bound by the belt, and slowly fell back.

"The horse was bought by the first emperor."

Xiao Shuo said softly, "I wanted to take it back to the capital and send it to Prince Yan's mansion to raise it, but it didn't work out."

Xiao Shuo clasped Yun Lang's hand: "Later the Emperor sent someone to carefully raise the horse for nine months, and brought the foal back to the capital to be raised and trained as a war horse..."

"I'm currently in the stables of the inn, robbing your old Hei of fodder and bean cakes."

Yun Lang's voice was so hoarse that he twitched the corner of his mouth: "Little prince, how many things have you done all these years?"

Xiao Shuo didn't answer, and after a moment of silence, he stroked Yunlang's hair: "The horse bones are buried in Yunzhong County. There is a small tomb. If you want to see it, I will take you there."

Yun Lang suppressed the hot flashes in his eyes, turned his head sideways, took a deep breath and leaned on the soft pillow.

When he sold the horse, he wanted to find a safe home for the stubborn old horse, so that he would not suffer with himself.Secondly...it was also because he was in a hurry to head south.

Vendors from the capital were chatting in restaurants, and the gossip was true and false.Everyone said that the fate of King Yan in Beijing was too bad. He lost his parents in the past two years, and he has been sick and weak. This year, he has a headache again.

Xiao Jing had night palpitations and was seriously ill. She might die at any time, and only the tea crystals from Southern Xinjiang can cure her.

Yun Lang closed his eyes under the cloth towel, and let out a long breath.

The head wind is rumored... At that time, Xiao Shuo had just pulled out the poppy poison, and it was time for him to slowly recuperate his health.

No wonder Xiao Shuo didn't fully understand the situation in court at that time, it turned out that it wasn't just because poppy poison removal was dangerous and hurt his mind.

Yun Lang went south to search for tea crystals, and after several vicious adventures, he failed to find a good medicine for headache, but accidentally obtained a piece of priceless warm jade, which is now embedded in that pair of ink-patterned dragon-sleeved arrows.

Xiao Xiaowang, who was supposed to be well-raised, invited an almost absurd decree to raise a horse in northern Xinjiang for nine months, and brought back a little white pony that was spoiled by lawlessness.

Over the past five years, all the past and piles of piles have been aligned, re-fastened, and connected into a well-organized chain.

The deeper you probe, the hotter you feel.

The two true hearts that are far away from each other are always scorching hot, able to burn through the layers of barriers and nightmares, never forgetting, and the heat makes people's internal organs ache.

Xiao Shuo noticed that Yun Lang's breath was not stable, and wanted him to slow down, so he got up to pour the ginseng soup, but Yun Lang tightly held the hand that he couldn't let go in time.

Following Yun Lang's strength, Xiao Shuo leaned over and asked softly, "What do you want?"

"you."

Yun Lang asked the cloth towel to cover his eyes, so he couldn't see his expression, but his voice was already hoarse: "What should I do?"

Xiao Shuo was startled for a moment, and then he paused for a moment, then slowly bent his raised arms, and took Yun Lang into his embrace.

Yun Lang sucked his nose, turned his face to the side, and was about to speak, when Xiao Shuo lightly restrained both bound hands with one hand.

Xiao Shuo put his hand into the brocade quilt, closed his eyes to concentrate, and stroked lightly.

Yun Lang almost jumped up, and his old feelings disappeared in an instant: "Did you reach this place the first time you touched it?!"

"Touch...the silk on the face."

Xiao Shuo: "This is place No.15, you should know it first..."

Yun Lang blushed, "What's the use of this thing if I know it!"

Xiao Shuo changed his words softly: "I have some ideas in my heart first."

Yun Lang: "..."

"Your personal soldiers are guarding outside, and no one will disturb you."

Xiao Shuo kissed Yun Lang's eyebrows: "I see that your mind has been disturbed in the past few days, probably because you have returned to your northern border. The past and the present situation are also affected, and you have to work hard and exhaust your mind."

Yun Lang coughed and said firmly, "I didn't—"

"I know you didn't mean it, but you've been used to supporting yourself independently these years, and you can't relax."

Xiao Shuo said: "I intend to do something with you that bookstores in the capital are not allowed to write, so that you will not be able to get out of the carriage for three days and three nights, and you will sleep in the Shuofang army camp in Yunzhou..."

"Stop."

Yun Lang was cooked, Hongtong said in a low voice: "Little prince, will you report to me like this every time before you do this kind of thing from now on?"

Reporting in advance is a rule established by General Yun, Xiao Shuo didn't know what it would be like to change the course now, so he stopped talking and waited quietly for the new family law and military regulations.

Yun Lang held back for a while, then let out a long breath, and stuck it on Xiao Shuo's shoulder: "Do it."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"From now on...don't ask me."

Yun Lang said vaguely: "Think of me as a noodle? Can you just make you unable to get out of the carriage for three days and three nights? You can just do it. If I say no, you will treat me as singing..."

Xiao Shuo heard this sentence before, and now he listened to the order of the Major General and nodded: "Okay."

Yun Lang wanted to lie back upright in a heroic manner, but he suddenly felt it was funny, and couldn't help but let out a laugh, and simply let go of snuggling up to Xiao Shuo's shoulder, and buried him in his warm, strong shoulder and neck.

"Eighteen Touches" is a minor Hakka folk tune, and it is clearly contrary to the elegant music from the tune to the lyrics.Xiao Xiao Wangye read slowly in a low voice, uttered words calmly, but could not hide the integrity that had settled down for a long time, at first glance it almost seemed like he was reciting some extremely profound and mysterious classics.

The ancient books are mysterious, burning on the body together with the voice in the ears.

The eyes are still covered with a cloth towel, and the darkness is as solid as warm water, but it is completely different from the boundless cold prison in the dungeon of Dali Temple.

Yun Lang already made the mysterious classics that the bookstore in the capital refused to write tremble.

His old wounds were still being recuperated slowly, and the medicine he used to activate the tendons and collaterals made his perception extremely sensitive, and even the stinging and dark pain in the bone joints caused by the spring rain and moisture also made this fire burn away.

Xiao Shuo's palms were warm, different from the strength he used to push away the bruises and relieve the pain, on the contrary, there was another kind of indescribable suffering, the heat drawn out from his body drove through the cold and spread to the surface of his body.

Yun Lang struggled uncomfortably, with a cloth strip between his wrists and strangled, before he could feel the pain, Xiao Shuo crossed his belt to wrap his hands soothingly.

Xiao Shuo held Yunlang's hand firmly, and said softly, "I'm here."

Yun Lang trembled slightly in the palm of his hand, his shoulders, back and waist finally relaxed inch by inch, and he leaned back against Xiao Shuo's chest, and bit his neck gently.

With a muffled snort, Xiao Shuo untied Yunlang's blindfolded cloth, and met the Major General's bright eyes that were washed clean by water vapor.

……

In the thick cloak at the head of the bed, the sound of the hare screaming as if awakened by the sound of a fight, shook his ears and probed for a look, puzzled, and went back to sleep on his own.

The candlelight danced lightly, and the warm light penetrated into the cold jade-like moon shadow.

Three days later.

Yunzhou City has now become the garrison of the Shuofang Army. The capital has not had decent food and military pay for a long time, and most of them rely on secret supplies from Prince Yan's Mansion and old friends from all sides.

The border guards supported themselves by farming and self-supporting. Although they resisted foreign enemies, they still obeyed the orders of the old generals of King Duan, and did not disturb the normal movement of civilians in and out, and did not involve the people in the city with the herdsmen outside the border.

At dawn, an unremarkable and ordinary carriage passed by the pedestrians passing by the city gate.

The author has something to say: "Who will be unable to get out of the car for three days and three nights, and I am not a face-to-face person."