Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang dismissed the scar, and used his inner strength a few more times, choking the dark blood out of his mouth.

He didn't care, touched a veil to wipe it clean, and fell on his back on the couch.

He was stabbed in the chest by those masked men, and he didn't have time to deal with it at that time. There were too many things afterwards, and he couldn't take care of his recovery.

Changes occurred in Beijing and the border was restless. It didn't take long for him to lead his army back to northern Xinjiang.

When I realized it again, the new creation had become an old trouble.

Yun Lang coughed twice, closed his eyes, and pulled the thin blanket over his head.

Having been injured for so many years, I have already gotten used to what I should get used to. It is just that it is more difficult to deal with cloudy, rainy and snowy days, and it doesn't matter.

It was rare to mention the past, and he suddenly remembered the man in black from the Town God's Temple.

King Duan died unjustly in prison, and the power of King Duan's lineage for the crown also dissipated.Cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots, Xiao Shuo's life was stared at by countless people.

The person behind the scenes threw away the car to protect the handsome man, and threw out the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion to cover all the crimes.If Xiao Shuo also believed in this, instead of going to the bottom and discussing the truth, he only regarded the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion as the culprit for the extermination of his family, and the only living person who hated Yunlang, it would be easier to survive.

At that time, Yunlang quelled the rebellion between Rong and Di, and wandered around the northern border for about ten days, finally found a cliff with an excellent view.

General Yun Shao squatted on the edge of the cliff, still thinking in his heart that he was going to die on both sides, and it was very worthwhile to die for Xiao Shuo to live.

... Turning around, I heard that someone in the palace was sending imperial rice as a tribute from the Fusu Kingdom to King Yan's mansion.

Yun Lang has seen people who eat this.At first, it can really cure headaches and relieve worries, but after eating it a few times, you can’t leave it anymore. People only know that they lie on the high couch, their physical strength is declining day by day, and once they are gone, they will be in pain.

Entrusted by King Duan, Yunlang felt that he had the responsibility to discipline Xiao Shuo, so naturally he couldn't just sit idly by.Sighing and worrying, he plunged into the Qinling Mountains, running around and hiding in Tibet for five years.

……

Yun Lang didn't ask much, it was nothing more than the peace and stability of the northern border and the recovery of Yanyun, and the fact that Xiao Shuo would stop and go and live like an ordinary prince.

But Xiao Wangye's uncooperative posture at the moment, maybe at some point, it will lead to a murderous disaster.

Trapped in the mansion, the situation in the city and court is unclear, and it is difficult to find out what the situation in northern Xinjiang is.

Yun Lang couldn't lie down, so he sat up and knocked on the window twice.

Dao Scar was standing guard outside the window, and when he heard the sound, he quietly entered the door: "Major General."

"Is Yushi Zhongcheng busy recently?"

Yun Lang said: "Help me give him a message, telling him to come here when he has time."

Scar looked at him, a little hesitant, hesitating to speak.

"Inconvenient?" Yun Lang frowned, put on his clothes and stood up, "What's going on, what happened to Yushitai?"

"No." Scar shook his head hurriedly, "The last time he came, he was kicked out by the palace as if he was insane."

Yun Lang: "..."

"Yan Wang said that he was afraid that if he got too close, he would tell him that he was insane."

Dao Scar said: "Censor Zhongcheng is not allowed to enter the gate of the mansion from now on."

Yun Lang: "..."

"Zhongcheng said." Dao Scar went out to buy things, and indeed met Yushi Zhongcheng once, after thinking about it, "The major general wants to see him, he can step on the ladder and smash the wall of Yan Wangfu in the middle of the night..."

Yun Lang didn't dare to think about that scene, and pressed his forehead: "... Forget it."

A good censor, Zhongcheng, was lying on the wall of Prince Yan's mansion in the middle of the night talking to himself.

Once Xiao Xiaowang finds out, there may be blood under the knife.

Maybe you will feel that the wall is not clean.

Pull down the wall and sacrifice to the heroic spirit of Yushi Zhongcheng.

Yun Lang pulled himself together, took a cup of tea, and poured it down in one go: "Bring a pen and paper, I'll write him a letter."

Dao Scar took out the brush, ink and rice paper for him, hesitated for a while, and called him: "Young General."

Yun Lang scratched his stomach, and responded casually: "What?"

"The young general wants to see Yu Shi Zhongcheng, is he to inquire about King Yan?"

Dao Scar spread out the rice paper and rubbed the ink for him: "Last time Zhongcheng said that Yushitai has saved a hundred and ten copies of the impeachment of King Yan, and the major general can send them all if he wants to read it."

Censor Zhongcheng talked too much in one breath, and Scar couldn't remember it, so he said: "There are also those from the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Industry, and several ministries..."

Yun Lang got a headache when he heard it: "How much enmity is this?"

"In the capital, there are quite a few criticisms of King Yan."

Dao Scar didn't understand these literati's sour words very well, so he recounted to Yunlang in retrospect: "It's just that the Holy One is conniving, and he is afraid to give in and dare not provoke him."

Yun Lang pressed his forehead, sat for a while, and nodded.

Although the first emperor was indecisive, he was generous and kind.For Xiao Shuo's pampering and generous treatment, [-]% felt guilty and [-]% felt pity, but he had no other thoughts.

It's just... this favor, in the hands of others, becomes a knife.

Standing in front of Xiao Shuo, being domineering and arrogant for him, hurting people everywhere for him.

Maybe when the knife is turned around, Xiao Shuo's life can be harvested without much effort.

"Back then." Yun Lang picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on the paper, "City God Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, do you still remember that man in black?"

"Lead people around us, and if you have something to say, only the major general will listen?"

Scar nodded: "I remember. His footsteps are shallow, his breath is not deep, and he doesn't have much kung fu."

"Who cares if he has kung fu." Yun Lang laughed, "Do you remember what he was wearing?"

Dao Scar froze for a moment, then shook his head: "The night is too deep, I only see a body in black."

Yun Lang finished writing the brief letter, put down his pen, and folded the paper carefully.

It was indeed dressed in black, but it was more than that simple.

The red and white cyan is woven into a big ribbon, and the hem of the dragon clothes is tied with two jade rings.

Yuyu double pei, rhinoceros gold jade belt.

Not just the shape of the prince.

At that time, the late emperor's health was getting worse day by day, the empress had nothing to do, and the princes born to the other concubines had few prospects.

The third prince, Xiao Yue, was granted the title of King Duan. He was once in charge of the Shuofang Army.

……

The sixth prince, Xiao Qin, has an elegant temperament, makes friends with guests, and is considerate in handling things, which is quite popular.

Yun Lang looked out the window.

He remembered that the title that the sixth prince received back then was the virtuous king.

"The major general recognizes that person?" Dao Scar was slightly stunned, "Then why—"

"I recognize it, and I always have to pretend."

Yun Lang laughed: "If he hadn't come in person, I wouldn't have listened to what he said."

The whole matter is not complicated, especially when he breaks the game, he alone knows most of the situation of the two sides.

Who was stirring up the situation, who was killing King Duan, who was going to kill him regardless of brotherhood.

Who is Xiao Shuo's real enemy.

Of course he never knew.

"When it comes to that, I can't care about revenge for the time being."

Yun Lang was very clear about what he had done back then, and it was no surprise that Xiao Shuo hated him. After a long silence, he lowered his head and smiled, "You have to live first..."

Yun Lang coughed twice, pressed the old wound that was stirred up again, and leaned against the table to relax: "There are so many people."

so many people.

He didn't hold back any of them, and he couldn't save any of them.

"Major General." Dao Scar supported him, persuading him in a low voice, "Don't think about it."

"It's true that you shouldn't think about it." Yun Lang agreed deeply, and nodded, "I want to give Xiao Shuo some medicine."

Scar: "..."

Dao Scar listened in a daze, not quite understanding the mental journey of their major general: "What medicine?"

"What kind of medicine does he care?" Yun Lang said, "Let Yushi Zhongcheng look for it, coptis, akebia, gentian, flavescens, andrographis..."

Dao Scar watched him choose bitterly, and asked cautiously: "Major General, the medicine is bitter, and he wants to try to get revenge on King Yan?"

"Croton is fine too." Yun Lang was still unsatisfied, "Is the senna leaf not strong enough?"

Scar's eyes widened.

"At the Town God's Temple back then, I took out the King Duan Lingbit and forced the man in black to swear an oath."

Yun Lang sat down and attached a piece of paper, listing all the most bitter herbs in the rumors: "Killing brothers and harming siblings, even if you enjoy the Ninth Five-Year Venerable, you will not be able to sleep well at night."

As far as Yun Lang knew, half a year ago, the new emperor had brought a few Northwest Tibetan doctors into the palace to see the symptoms of night terrors and insomnia.

With this kind of heartlessness, at least for now, Xiao Shuo will not be targeted by open flames.

There is no bright gun, but there will never be less dark arrows.

Xiao Shuo's skills are better than before, and Xuan Tiewei is also vigilant, and he can generally deal with assassins.

Yun Lang thought for a while, but was still a little worried that Xiao Shuo would be given some medicine someday.

"So..." Dao Scar hesitated to speak, "Is the Major General determined to be the first to kill King Yan?"

"Left and right, I'm trapped in his house, and I have nothing to do."

Yun Lang was very appreciative: "Practice for him a few times, he will have a long memory, and he will be able to deal with really important medicines."

"Besides." Yun Lang threw away the pen and leaned back, "I will finally die in the future, and he will also—"

Scar gritted his teeth and interrupted him in a rough voice: "Major General!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

Yun Lang put away his yearning, and sighed lightly: "Go... yes, there are more."

Scar walked to the door and stopped to wait for his order.

"East of the city." Yun Lang thought for a while, "Cross the Longjin Bridge and go straight. Behind the Guanyin Temple, there is a sweet water alley."

It was the first time for Dao Scar to perform a mission in Beijing, he was a little nervous, and remembered it three times: "Is there a hidden stake for us?"

Yun Lang looked at him with a complicated expression: "It's an alley selling sweet water."

Scar: "..."

Scar leaned over: "Oh."

"At the end of the alley, there is a sweet soup shop with no signboard."

Yun Lang said: "His family's plum blossom soup cakes, as well as crispy green plums, lychee paste, and fried cherries, buy two of each."

Dao Scar asked in a daze, "Why two copies?"

"Nonsense, don't I have to eat a portion myself?" Yun Lang didn't bother to talk to him, and waved his hand, "Hurry up and go back, don't waste time."

Dao Scar originally wanted to ask who the first copy was for, but was urged by Yun Lang, so he didn't dare to say more, saluted him, and walked out the door quickly.

In the study room, after Xuan Tiewei finished speaking, he bowed and saluted: "That's all."

Xiao Shuo leaned against the window, fiddled with the chess pieces casually, his eyes downcast.

"Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?"

The old master stood by the side, frowning: "Mr. Yun mentioned something else before Yushi Zhongcheng, did you not hear it?"

"Yes." Xuan Tiewei looked ashamed, "Those personal soldiers are very powerful, and we can't easily get close."

Xuan Tiewei belonged to the earlier batch of Shuofang Army, who came from the Dragon and Tiger Battalion, fought with King Duan, and was used to fighting in open battles, and formed formations only after guarding the palace.

Compared with the elite cloud cavalry that General Yun Shao has worked hard in his hands, if there is no blood, it is still somewhat insufficient.

Xuan Tiewei's skills are not as good as others, so he reported the truth: "If the boss didn't ask them to go out to buy vegetables later, only the leader was left, and we wouldn't even hear the rest."

The old master sighed softly, glanced at Xiao Shuo's expression, and signaled Xuan Tiewei to leave the door quietly.

The two stood still outside the door, and the old master said in a low voice: "Did you hear clearly, Mr. Yun is indeed talking about the man in black from the Town God's Temple?"

"Yes." Xuan Tiewei hesitated for a moment, "And... said something else."

"Since you said something else, why didn't you tell the prince just now?"

The old master frowned: "What did you say?"

"Young Master Yun wants to give the prince Huanglian and Croton."

Xuan Tiewei said: "We thought, Mr. Yun probably... is young at heart, and angry with the prince bullying him."

Back then when Censor Zhongcheng yelled at the palace and said that Yunlang was being tortured in the sky prison for protecting the honor of King Duan, these Xuantie guards were already faintly shaken, and usually gave way to Yunlang a lot.

If this kind of thing is reported, the prince will probably get angry again, Mr. Yun is not in good health, and he probably can't stand it.

"What's the matter?" The old master said dumbly, "It doesn't matter."

The left and right families have always been wary of eating and drinking, and they are all trusted people who buy the kitchen. There have indeed been several secret poisonings over the years, but they failed.

What Yunlang planned wasn't any important medicine, he just needed to be more careful.

"In terms of age, Mr. Yun is slightly younger than our prince."

The palace has not been tossed about by Yunlang for some years, the old master felt nostalgic, shook his head and smiled: "You are young, and your behavior is naive, it's nothing."

Xuan Tiewei leaned over: "Yes."

"You don't have to listen to the corner to know what they are saying."

The old master passed on his experience: "Talk with Mr. Yun's personal soldiers more often, try to make things better, and use clichés."

Xuan Tiewei's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, "Got it."

"Go." The old master said, "I'll report to the prince."

Xuan Tiewei responded and stepped back quickly.

The old master went back to the study, saw Xiao Shuo was in a daze, poured a cup of tea, and walked over lightly: "My lord."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes.

"The man in black that Mr. Yun said can match up with what we can check."

The old master said: "On the day of the execution, the sixth prince was heartbroken, vomited blood and fell into a coma. However, he was bumped into by the palace secretary and quietly left the palace in disguise in the middle of the night..."

"Looking at it now." The old master whispered, "Going out of the palace late at night is to see Mr. Yun."

Xuan Tiewei could only hear the conversation, and knew what oath Yun Lang had forced the man in black to swear by using the King Duan's throne, but he didn't know anything else.

The old master recalled what he had found over the years, and tried his best to speculate: "According to our speculation, he went to see Mr. Yun for the purpose of sealing Mr. Yun's mouth."

"Since the Marquis of Zhenyuan is involved, Mr. Yun knows something about what happened back then. If you want to be safe, you have to shut up Mr. Yun forever."

The old master hesitated: "Either—"

Xiao Shuo said indifferently: "Kill me, and there will be no future troubles forever."

The old master's expression changed, he lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

"There's nothing you can't say." Xiao Shuo didn't take it seriously, "Didn't everyone know about it six years ago?"

"The past is over." The old master advised in a low voice, "Don't think about this..."

Xiao Shuo said, "I never thought about it."

The old master was stunned.

Xiao Shuo looked at the tea in his hand, and suddenly said: "The imperial rice that was given back then..."

"My lord, please don't mention this!" The old master hurriedly said, "Your lord forgot what it said in the letter?! If you eat that thing for a long time, you will feel as if you are falling into a dream, and if you are serious, you will lose your soul and lose your shape... ..."

Xiao Shuo sat quietly for a while, suppressed the blood in his eyes, and smiled.

……

He never thought about the past.

It was the past that tore apart the bloodstains, pressing people day by day, and falling into dreams every night.

"Whatever... whatever."

The old master quietly took the teacup in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yun is thinking of the prince in his heart."

Xiao Shuo frowned: "Whether he wants to or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"Irrelevant."

The old master has a good temper, nodded, and helped the prince to improve the situation at that time: "Back then, after you secretly opened the city gate and released Mr. Yun—"

The old master paused, turned sideways to avoid Xiao Shuo's sudden and cold expression, and skipped this paragraph: "Mr. Yun ran to the Town God's Temple, and he must have made a deal with that man in disguise..."

"This deal is mostly good for us."

The old master made a careful analysis: "Even the fact that our family has been safe and sound all these years is probably related to what Mr. Yun did back then."

Xiao Shuo took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and looked out the window.

Today's weather is a bit gloomy again. At this time, the wind is getting colder, and the snow is about to fall.

"Look, you keep forgetting to close the window in your study."

The old master was very worried, and helped him close the window: "Every time you close the window, you open it again, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold."

Xiao Shuo watched him close the window, lowered his eyes, and sorted out the chess pieces: "City God's Temple."

"Oh, yes, Town God's Temple."

The old master almost forgot and nodded, "Mr. Yun already recognized who that person was at that time, but he was still forced to swear an oath between life and death."

"You think." The old master said, "The Temple of the City God is dilapidated, but the lamps and candles are still on. There are offerings on the table and statues on the wall."

"That person... must have brought a lot of soldiers."

The old master tried his best to enhance the atmosphere: "Mr. Yun, with a sword and a sword on his body, without changing his face, took out the throne of Duan Wang, and placed it in front of the offerings of lamps and candles..."

Before the words fell, Xuan Tiewei came outside asking to see him: "My lord."

"Wait a minute." The old master said, "Take out Duan Wang—"

"There is indeed something urgent." Xuan Tiewei said frankly, "We asked, but Mr. Yun said something else."

"Take out the throne of King Duan and place it in front of the candle offerings."

The old master completely forgot what he wanted to say, and sighed heavily: "What did you say?"

"Young Master Yun said."

Through the door, Xuan Tiewei said every word and sentence, "Prince Duan has passed away. From now on, he is the father of the prince."

The old master: "..."

Xiao Shuo: "?"