Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

The old master looked at Xiao Shuo, his eyes darkened.

Countless.

Never thought that Young Master Yun would have such great ambitions.

Xiao Shuo sat quietly for a while, threw away the chess piece in his hand, gathered his clothes and got up.

"Where's the nonsense!"

The old master rushed ahead of him, opened the door with a stride, and severely reprimanded Xuan Tiewei: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago! Don't assert everything lightly, and you must inquire clearly before you come—"

"I got it clear." Xuan Tiewei was loyal and put what he had learned into practice, "According to what you taught, try to turn around and take advantage of the opportunity to talk."

"..." The old master pressed his chest: "How did you turn around?"

"Ask the steward."

Xuan Tiewei: "The steward asked the chef, the chef asked the handyman who purchased, the handyman asked the general who guarded the door, and the general asked the cook."

"The cook asked the maid, and when the maid sent the stove, she asked Mr. Yun's personal soldiers."

Xuan Tiewei assured: "Everyone said it, and I never got it wrong."

The old master: "..."

The old master was old, leaning on the door frame, and let out a trembling breath.

The day Yunlang came to rescue his soldiers, he once told him that these rams from the Shuofang Army are very unreliable, and they must not be let go and let them run around by themselves.

The old master laughed it off at the time, thinking that Young Master Yun was a little too worried.

Now it seems that Xuan Tiewei did not make mistakes, and almost all depended on the safety of the palace for these years without any major incidents.

Standing by the window, Xiao Shuo might walk out of the study anytime and strangle Young Master Yun to death with his own hands.The old master didn't have time to think about it for the time being, so he slapped the study door on Xuan Tiewei's face, and walked over quickly: "My lord..."

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and pushed open the window.

The cold wind poured in in a blink of an eye, the old master didn't dare to make a sound, went over by himself, and turned the charcoal fire on.

Xiao Shuo didn't seem to know the cold, he stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his indifferent expression half hidden in the shadow of the candle.

He doesn't look similar to Prince Duan, but his eyebrows and eyes are more like Princess Duan's.It's just that the ruthlessness and coldness are too strong, which makes people feel intimidated for no reason, and dare not even get close.

The old master was also a little timid, he lingered for a while, but managed to gather his spirits, and poured a cup of tea by his hand.

The night is dark and the snow is coming.

Xiao Shuo looked out the window and suddenly chuckled.

"My lord can't do it!" The old master could almost hear the murderous look in the laughter, and he was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, "Let's not talk about rumors, three people become tigers! Even if the young master really said this, it's nothing more than thinking about it." Refusing to give in, taking advantage of verbal—”

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and said lightly, "You probably believe it too."

The old master: "..."

The old master lowered his head and stammered: "Yes... yes."

After all, this sentence sounded very similar to what Young Master Yun could say.

Back then when Young Lord Yun was at the mansion, he fell into the pit dug by Xiao Shuo and crushed the snacks he was holding.

In desperation, he didn't choose what to say.

He was also Xiao Shuo's uncle and grandfather for a short time.

……

Later, it was because Xiao Xiaohuang’s grandson couldn’t be the grandpa, so he didn’t fall into the same pit outside the study window every time, sitting lazily at the bottom of the pit with his legs crossed and shouting loudly, “Please come to your house to find someone to fish grandpa out of.” Come".

"Yun...Young Master, you are free and unrestrained."

The old master was just agitated, said something wrong, and changed his words with difficulty: "There is no intention."

The old master whispered: "It is absolutely not intentional to offend the late king..."

Xiao Shuo remained silent, his eyes fell on the lantern in the corridor, and the coldness spread in his eyes.

The old master stood by the side, determined to choose the lesser of two evils: "If you are really angry, go and beat Mr. Yun with your own hands to clear your mind."

"Six years ago, I made a vow."

Xiao Shuo said calmly, "I won't do anything to him again."

The old master's heart sank, he lowered his head and kept silent.

It would have been fine if it was just this one sentence, but it's a pity... Xiao Shuo didn't say the whole part of the blood oath.

Six years ago, the palace underwent tremendous changes, earth-shaking.

Everyone in the mansion was running around, so busy that they were exhausted physically and mentally, and they could no longer take care of many things.It's been a month or so since I finally managed to settle down.

The late king and concubine died together, and the funeral and burial followed each other.There was no one in charge of the house, so Xiao Shuo temporarily took over Wang Jue according to the etiquette, and presided over the funeral by himself.

The mansion sorted out the list of mourners in the mansion, only to realize that Yun Lang hadn't been here even once in the past month or so.

At that time, no one knew that it was the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion who had framed and harmed people. The mansion of the prince and Yun Lang had always been close, and many people complained a lot because of this.Without exception, they were all severely refuted by the little prince.

The turmoil in the Imperial Army has not yet settled, and there are many rumors in Beijing.Many people secretly speculated and slandered Yun Lang, even in front of Xiao Shuo, they mercilessly blasted them out.

Everyone thought that Xiao Shuo had hated Yunlang since that family upheaval.Even Yun Lang himself felt that way to some extent.

"At that time...you enter the palace."

The old master couldn't help it, and asked quietly: "What happened? Why did you make such a tragic blood oath with Mr. Yun..."

Xiao Shuo stood indifferently for a while, then stretched out his hand to close the window.

The wind and snow were tightly covered outside the house, and the candle flickered and lit up again.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes: "I will ask the first emperor to re-investigate the case of King Duan's injustice."

The old master knew about this and nodded his head: "The first time I investigated the case, Dali Temple was fooled and hastily recruited a commander of the guard department to take the blame, saying that he stole the tiger amulet with the intention of committing crimes..."

Inside, there was a palace change, and outside, there was an unjust death of a prince.The Minister of Dali Temple was ordered to investigate the case, and after many investigations, only a small commander was found.

The whole capital knew it was definitely wrong, but no one dared to say anything more.

When the case file was delivered, Xiao Shuo knelt in the ancestral temple for a whole night, but no one could persuade him.

Early the next morning, Xiao Xiaowang, dressed in plain white and filial piety, entered the palace alone handing the sign.

"If you want to prove to the late emperor that person is just a scapegoat, you just need to check the Tiger Talisman, isn't it?"

The old master was outside the palace at that time, so he didn't know the specific situation: "At the time when the imperial army was being suppressed, the Tiger Talisman was obviously in the hands of Young Master Yun, and he—"

Xiao Shuo said: "The Dali Temple found the Tiger Talisman on the body of the commander who committed the crime."

The old master was stunned.

Xiao Shuo stood in front of the window, closing his eyes to suppress the blood in his eyes.

Monstrous grievances.

Seeing that the case was about to be closed hastily, the young Xiao Shuo entered the palace and begged to re-investigate the case. He knelt down on the white jade steps for a day and a night, knocking on his head one after another.

The first emperor, Shenzhi Zhengshi, Kaifeng Yin, and Dali Temple Minister were invited.

General Yunlang, Yunhui, who has made great contributions to calming the chaos, was also invited.

It was the first time for the two to meet since Yunlang went to war with the army last year.

One was wearing an imperial cloak and stood behind the late emperor, and the other was kneeling at the foot of the steps in plain filial piety, with bloodstains dripping from his forehead.

"It's Xiaohou Yun who gave them the tiger talisman, to push the commander to take the blame?"

The old master couldn't believe it, and frowned: "How could it be? Young Master obviously—"

"The first emperor came down the steps, helped me up, and said to me."

Xiao Shuo said slowly, "I know your suffering."

When he talked about this, his tone was still extremely flat, as if he had nothing to do with it: "Ask me again, if this matter is not investigated, is it okay?"

The old master's throat tightened: "You—"

"I knelt back and kowtowed again." Xiao Shuo said, "Those ministers also took turns to persuade them."

"Later, the Taifu was also invited."

"Father's old department, General Champion, General Huaihua, General Guide, Commander of the Dianqian Division."

The huge Wende Hall was full of people, but empty.

Young Xiao Shuo was dressed in white, kneeling at the foot of the steps, kowtowing in silence.

"Master Yun." The old master whispered, "Master Yun..."

"I knocked so faintly, I don't know how many times I knocked. The people in the temple saw that they couldn't persuade me, so they all quit, and only a few people remained."

Xiao Shuo said: "The first emperor sighed heavily, and left with those ministers."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and looked at his palm: "He came down and knelt down in front of me."

……

The young Xiao Shuo struggled to support the palace by himself. For more than a month, his mental and physical strength had reached the limit, his vision was blurred, and he raised his head while holding on to the blood-stained jade steps, and had to knock down again.

Yun Lang reached out to support him and lifted him up.

The servant at the side didn't dare to talk too much, and carefully persuaded: "Young Master, it's too cold on the ground..."

Yun Lang said coldly: "Back off."

The servant kept silent, and quietly exited the hall holding his breath.

Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo for a while, then grabbed his cuffs, and raised his hand to wipe the blood on his forehead.

Xiao Shuo's consciousness was almost fainted, he grabbed his wrist, his chest heaved, and the fierce blood in his eyes that was tightly suppressed was churning.

"There are no outsiders." Yun Lang said softly, "If you want to do something to me, don't worry about it."

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo's ears buzzed, and he heard his hoarse voice, "Father, Queen, Mother and Concubine, the injustice of the flood, the bones are not cold yet."

Yun Lang seemed to be cold, trembling slightly, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Re-investigate the injustice case, and you will not be implicated."

"Prince Duan's mansion has brought on its own disaster, no wonder you."

"You have nothing to do with the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion, and your family was found out." Xiao Shuo's vision was blood red, and he tightly grasped his wrist, "Prince Duan's mansion is resigned as a knight, please go to the fief, and I will protect you with the title."

Yun Lang still remained silent, avoiding his sight, exerting force on his hands, trying to help Xiao Shuo get up.

Xiao Shuo took two steps back and kowtowed heavily to him.

……

"Thinking about it now." Xiao Shuo laughed, "It was really stupid back then."

The difficulty of the king of Duan involves the struggle for the crown prince.

Except for him, the rest of the people might have guessed what was going on.

The first emperor had already lost one son, even if he guessed the whole story in his heart, it would be difficult for him to go to death and investigate another one.

"How can you blame the prince?!"

The old master said with a choked voice: "How can there be such a reason? Even if the late emperor was a father, the late king is also his son! Is it so in vain—"

Xiao Shuo said, "That's all."

The old master trembled, bowed his head and closed his mouth.

"The first emperor was lenient, but he lost his fairness, and he was indecisive and indecisive."

Xiao Shuo said: "I only found out later that the late Emperor's health was deteriorating by then. Once the position of crown prince is vacant, the government and the public will be in chaos."

The old master didn't understand these court affairs, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Yun, Young Master Yun—"

"On the second day, he came to pay homage to my father with the imperial decree that I should be crowned as a nobleman."

Xiao Shuo said: "Advise me to stop here and not overturn the case."

The old master sighed and closed his eyes.

"I agreed." Xiao Shuo said calmly, "But there is only one thing, let him explain clearly, the whole story."

"He still didn't say anything, just handed me the dagger."

Xiao Shuo smiled: "Bound your arms, stand in front of me, and tell me to just vent my anger."

Young Xiao Shuo held the dagger, stood in the wind and snow for three quarters, laughed loudly, and suddenly cut off the sleeve of his robe.

Cut off the gown and cut off the relationship, and the grace will be exhausted.

Since then, Prince Duan's mansion has closed its doors to thank guests, and the mansion is closed.Xiao Xiaowang made a blood oath, never to fight against General Yun Hui again, unless——

"Unless." Xiao Shuo looked indifferent, raised his hand to pick out the candle, and said slowly, "See you someday, I will take his life with my own hands."

The old master was speechless and stood quietly aside.

"When I was young, I only knew that I was full of resentment and injustice."

Xiao Shuo said: "At first I thought, I just go out and find out. No matter whether this matter has anything to do with the Zhenyuan Houfu, it has nothing to do with him."

"It doesn't matter if you offend Tianwei, or lose your title." Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, "At worst, we need a remote fiefdom with poor mountains and rivers. If their family is really involved, hand over the title, replace him, and take it away together. .Far away from the capital, and never come back.”

The old master's chest was sore, and he whispered: "My lord..."

"It's just a mirror image."

Xiao Shuo said: "I'm just glad now that he was delayed by something at that time, and he didn't have time to intervene."

The moment he knew about the changes in his family, he was afraid of Yunlang's attack.

The Young Master of the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion did not inherit the slightest ancestry from his ancestors. In truth, he was a thorn in the side of the Hou Mansion.

If Yun Lang wanted to intervene, he would definitely not be able to retreat unscathed.

When asking for a re-investigation of the injustice case, he knelt at the foot of the white jade steps and saw Yun Lang wearing the imperial cloak, he didn't feel annoyed, but was finally relieved.

"He was originally." Xiao Shuo said calmly, "It's not anyone of mine either."

During the year when Yun Lang left the capital and led his troops back to northern Xinjiang, Xiao Shuo finally figured out this matter.

In the final analysis, Yunlang has nothing to do with the palace.

You don't have to tie yourself to the chariot of the Wangfu, and you don't have to take the risk of offending Tianwei to ask for a reversal of the case for him, and you don't have to help him.

Yun Lang can choose to keep the Marquis Mansion, not to get any stigma, and to be his major general and make great military exploits.

The merits are written down, and the history is passed down.

After figuring it out, Prince Yan's Mansion asked someone to withdraw the certificate from Dali Temple.

"But exactly... what's going on."

The old master said in a low voice: "Our mansion just withdrew, not long after, there was evidence of treason by the Zhenyuanhou mansion?"

"If it weren't for the fact that the evidence is too clear to allow excuses, the late emperor would not have been forced to re-investigate the unjust case."

The old master said: "Although the Sixth Prince was ordered to preside over the trial, throwing out the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion can be regarded as breaking his arm severely, and reluctantly giving us an explanation..."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and poured out a cup of cold tea.

When the case was reversed again, he no longer had those thoughts of the past, he never cared about it from the beginning to the end, and he did not pay attention to the whole story.

He just... hated Yun Lang uncontrollably.

Hearing that Yunlang was talking nonsense in the practice field, when he insisted that he had fallen in love with him for a long time.

Knowing that Yun Lang was in a daze and ran to threaten Chu Jun, and swore to the spiritual seat that he would not kill him.

……

Back then when the guards searched the town for the remnants of the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion, opened the city gates to let Yun Lang go, and watched Yun Lang who was dressed in civilian clothes never turn his head back into the thin twilight.

Xiao Shuo's chest heaved and he closed his eyes, suppressing the murderous intent in them.

The old master stood by the side, watching his breathless, terrified: "My lord..."

"Go to the courtyard." Xiao Shuo said, "Look at him."

The old master hadn't figured out why Mr. Yun stood on the side of the villain back then, but he was startled when he heard the words, but instinctively protected him: "Take it easy, Mr. Yun is not in good health and can't stand the torture."

"What am I torturing him for?"

Xiao Shuo said calmly: "Bai picked up a father, shouldn't I ask him, what is the seniority between me and the pair of twins?"

The old master: "..."

The old master said in his heart that you looked like you were going to strangle your Bai Jian's father, so he didn't dare to say much, and bowed and said: "In that case, call Xuan Tiewei to—"

"My house." Xiao Shuo took a cloak casually, "No need."

The old master tried his best to say: "Hold the lamp——"

"There are lanterns under the corridor." Xiao Shuo said, "Trouble."

"..." The old master looked at the prince who was not leading anyone or holding a lamp, and was in a daze of worry: "Are you going to listen to the corner?"

"He doesn't say anything."

Xiao Shuo was puzzled: "I'll go and listen to the corner, what can I do?"

In any case, the old master never thought that their lord would be so calm, tongue-tied and stunned.

The night is cold and windy, and the snow is cruel to the wind.

Xiao Shuo pushed open the door, and went to a row of private courtyards waiting to be demolished in the palace without entering the wind and snow alone.

The author has something to say:

Some friends said that they couldn't figure out Xiao Shuo's feelings, but it was actually quite normal, because the little prince himself didn't know too well now.He must live by hating something.What happened back then, Yunlang refused to explain, he didn't know the truth, he just believed that Yunlang had something to hide, and hated Yunlang for carrying it on his own and refused to tell, hated Yunlang for disregarding his body and life to toss to death.

In the final analysis, the little prince who hated Yunlang actually hated the powerless self in front of Yunlang back then.

The little duke has no ambition to live, and he only hopes that Xiao Shuo can always hate him, so that the little duke can die with peace of mind.When he gets rid of this idea, he will speak out properly.