Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

The iron prison door closed slowly, sealing that decadent dark gray shadow firmly in the depths of the cold bluestone prison.

Xiao Shuo walked out of the prison, stopped, and looked at the figure standing under the moon.

The thick blue stones were tightly blocked, and General Yun's body was recovering day by day, his internal strength became deeper and deeper, and the traces of his breath were far more difficult to detect than before.

Yun Lang put on his cloak, and the rusty white robe was hidden under the ink-colored cloak rolled with gold thread.The thick and warm cloak covered the handsome waist and shoulders, the moonlight perched between the brows, but the eyes were still bright and sharp.

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and pushed back the guards and jailers behind him.

Yun Lang came over and wanted to untie the cloak and put it on him, but when he touched the knot, Xiao Shuo lightly held down that hand.

"I'm not cold." Xiao Shuo said, "Don't worry, I—"

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly startled, and raised his head to meet Yun Lang's gaze.

Yun Lang took his hand back, held it together with the other hand, pulled it into his arms, and stretched out his hand to hug Xiao Shuo tightly.

The major general was disobedient today, and he never brought the stove that he never left with him in the past. He didn't know how long he had stood in the wind, but his body was still warm.

In this battle, more than half of his mental and physical strength was exhausted, and he could no longer see the little weight he had carefully raised in Beijing.Yunlang's figure was thin and thin, but his muscles and bones had already gathered strength and strength, and the familiar heartbeat rested firmly on his chest, not like the old days, so light that it seemed to disappear at any time.

Xiao Shuo hugged Yun Lang back, his palms fell on the back of the Major General, and he stroked him slowly.

Yun Lang was silent in his arms, lowered his head and buried Xiao Shuo's neck, searching for a familiar place, took a bite moderately.

Xiao Shuo felt a pain in his neck, and lightly pressed his hand on Yunlang's back, lowering his head in doubt.

"It's nonsense." Yun Lang said, "When will I not dare to see—"

Xiao Shuo said softly, "What?"

Yun Lang paused, and went over those four words in his mind.

He stood in Xiao Shuo's arms, his shoulders tensed silently, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said in a low voice: "Father—Mother Concubine..."

In response to this sentence, Yun Lang's arm suddenly tightened.

It seemed as if the strength that had been stored and suppressed for too long burst out suddenly, and fell face to face, pouring out, enveloping him completely.The solid and powerful heartbeat passed through the breastbone, one after another, through the material of the clothing, and together with the warm heat, it reached Yunlang's heart.

After Yun Lang said these four words, his shoulders trembled slightly, but his breath was still steady. He met Xiao Shuo's gaze and smiled.

This smile is completely different from the past.

Yun Lang lowered his eyes, Feng Xiu's eyebrows were reflected by the moonlight, although there was not much blood on his face, there was a little brightness in his eyes.

Standing there, he almost returned to the old time when he asked Xiao Shuo to bring him back to Prince Duan's mansion.

Both of them were still young, Yunlang was led home by Xiao Shuo, and Wang Duan taught him how to dance with a knife and shoot a gun, ride a horse and shoot an arrow. When pulling it over to test whether it fits well, you have to pull one hand over and gently stuff a handful of freshly peeled, fragrant, sweet and glutinous chestnuts.

The little marquis who went to Jiewa in the house, and the little general who rolled up his sleeves and wowed, were all gone at that moment.

Xiao Yunlang told the princess to put her smile on her face and stand in King Duan's sight, as obedient as the little heir of Prince Duan's mansion.Putting on new clothes and going to the study with Xiao Shuo, he followed his old habit of jumping up to high places without walking, and walked steadily, trying his best to keep his chin and chest out and swing his arms.

Xiao Shuo's chest was hot and boiling, and he raised his hand to wipe Yunlang's eyes, but halfway up, he hugged him back firmly, and kissed the vaguely cold water vapor.

"I didn't dare to see them in my dreams."

Yun Lang gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "Who dares to see you, I didn't..."

"I don't dare." Xiao Shuo stroked his forehead and said softly, "I take care of you like this, I am ashamed of my father, mother and concubine."

Yun Lang couldn't speak, just shook his head, and firmly held Xiao Shuo's arm.

Xiao Shuo was held by him, and with some strength in his arms, he wrapped around Yun Lang's shoulders.

Yun Lang is able to walk now, and he has also been able to withstand the involvement of his heart.Sensing the force behind her, she was about to speak when a warm touch fell between her brows and eyelashes: "Close your eyes."

Yun Lang was startled, closed his eyes in the warmth of peace, and let Xiao Shuo hug him.

The two horses also get together less often these days and are rubbing their necks lingeringly.Xiao Shuo ordered someone to untie the white horse's reins, untied Yun Lang's cloak, held him in his arms, and got on the black horse together.

The two rode together, and even though there was no cloak to block the coolness of the night, their backs were still warm.

With his back against Xiao Shuo's chest and shoulders, Yun Lang felt that the powerful arms were firmly encircling his body, so he simply let go of the strength and leaned back into the extremely stable, gentle and quiet place.

He fell asleep halfway through the night and couldn't sleep anymore, thinking that Xiao Shuo went to find King Jing, but he didn't think much about it.However, Jing Jian's scars were one after another, fearing that he would not be suspicious, and almost wrote his desire to hide it on his face, going back and forth in and out of the room endlessly.

Yun Lang already had nothing to believe in Xiao Shuo, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity by asking these people to tease him again and again.

Unable to fall asleep around, Yun Lang simply figured out Xiao Shuo's whereabouts in a few words, tidied up and quietly got up and left the yard, intending to hide in the shadows and scare the little prince quietly.

When I touched the national prison, I happened to hear King Xiang order some people to hold him down, and His Royal Highness Yan Wang, who was told not to enter, was so angry that he almost burst into a rage.

……

"You just... talked to King Xiang."

Yun Lang closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "The situation in the past is so dense, I want him to write it all down—"

"There is no need to discuss this matter." Xiao Shuo folded his arms, making Yun Lang lean more comfortably, "It must be done."

It is rare for His Highness King Yan to be so arbitrary, Yun Lang was startled, and couldn't help but said dumbly: "...No discussion."

When Yun Lang heard the conversation in the prison, Yun Lang's first thought flashed, and he actually thought that this matter was somewhat inappropriate.

As far as he is concerned, if the past can be straightened out, he will naturally be clean.But in the final analysis, this matter is nothing more than some rumors and comments in the market, but in fact, it has not interfered much.

On the contrary, King Xiang and His Majesty's defeat has already been decided, if they want to overthrow the old account to this extent, I'm afraid it will more or less cause some fear and jealousy in the court.

Yun Lang stood under the moon for a moment, and finally thought it through thoroughly, determined to go to his uncle's court in fear.

Xiao Shuo gave him this piece of sincerity, every inch and every inch, and he had to take good care of it.

"Not to tell you this."

Yun Lang leaned on Xiao Shuo's shoulder, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said vaguely: "It was me who...was a little imposing when I blocked Zhenyuan Hou."

Xiao Shuo bowed his head: "Not majestic?"

Yun Lang said awkwardly, "Ah."

When he rushed to Zhenyuanhou's mansion in the past, he was completely exhausted, so naturally he had no other way.But according to Xiao Shuo's thinking, these things are probably for the historian to record.

As soon as Yun Lang thought about that incident back then, his head ached with worry: "Could it be better—Chun Qiu's brushwork? Change me to a stronger one. Zhang Ba Snake Spear let out a roar, drank the water from the bridge and flowed back, scaring Zhenyuan away. Eight thousand private soldiers of the Marquis Mansion..."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"It's fine to enter seven times and exit seven times." Yun Lang sighed.

"When you fled."

Xiao Shuo: "How many episodes of teahouse storytelling have you heard?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth, coughing dryly.

Even though the two had already connected in mind, Xiao Shuo often couldn't figure out what was going on in Yunlang's mind.As the night wind got colder, he shook off his cloak, wrapped the still flimsy General Yun in his arms, took off the wine bag next to the saddle, and handed it to Yun Lang.

Holding the wine bag in his arms, Yun Lang drank a few sips of hot rice wine to moisten his throat, carefully probing: "Talk against the Confucians... is it possible?"

With a glib tongue and a brilliant tongue, he retreated from the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion's conspiratorial enemy soldiers with just one mouth.

Yun Lang thought about it for a while, and felt that it was very unreasonable. He was afraid that he would run that hard-tempered historian into the gatepost of Yushitai in anger.

He put away his thoughts, sighed regretfully, and sipped the steaming sweet rice wine in small sips.While distracted all the way, he heard the black horse recovering lightly, only to realize that he had arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

Xiao Shuo dismounted first, and stretched out his hand towards Yunlang.

Yun Lang borrowed his strength to land, stood firm and raised his head, just as he was about to speak, Xiao Shuo had already taken the wine bag from his hand: "If you want Spring and Autumn brushwork, there is a condition."

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment: "What condition?"

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, his eyes fell on Yun Lang, and he said slowly: "Before you came to Northern Border, you once said that you would light a thousand whips on the top of the city..."

"Come on." Yun Lang was a little confused, "What kind of condition is this? Since it's a festive event, it's natural to light firecrackers to celebrate..."

"There is no need to set off firecrackers,"

Xiao Shuo handed the reins to the guards and put away the wine bags: "You don't have to go up to the top of the city anymore."

Yun Lang: "?"

Xiao Shuo knew that he had already forgotten all about it, the major general's mouth was full of enthusiasm and he said everything, repeating over and over again that he was dull, dull and incomprehensible. It's a war of words against Confucianism.

Xiao Shuo sighed lightly, stroked Yunlang's hair, took over the cloak, and straightened the collar for him.

The two stood in the courtyard, and the guards dispersed their work with great winks, and they all dispersed in a blink of an eye.

After the stinging sting, everything grows, the night wind flows slowly, and the sound of light insects can be heard, which melts into the cool moonlight together with the distant drumming of Qiaolou.

Xiao Shuo raised his arms, and gently embraced the forgetful General Yun. He suppressed the embarrassment of teasing the young general for the first time, lowered his eyes and whispered to Yun Lang's ear: "It's right here."

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing here...?"

Xiao Shuo held one of his hands, curled his knuckles, brushed away the slight itchiness, and wrote those four words one stroke at a time in the major general's palm.

"Kiss."