Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Shopkeeper Bai, who didn't return to the building, sighed all night, and asked someone to quietly remove the wedding red silk, and carefully changed it into a hibiscus warm tent for Guining's family.

The Yunlang man was in the suburbs, and he sneezed softly as he was vaguely being muttered about for no reason.

Xiao Shuo frowned, and restrained the black horse: "But it's cold?"

"What's cold?" Yun Lang didn't care, "It's so warm, it's even too hot to run."

Xiao Shuo was worried after all, turned the horse's head to check, but before he could speak, the wind filled his sleeves suddenly.

The sound of hooves was clear, the bell of the horse was tinkling, and Yun Lang's horse had already swept away.

Xiao Shuo didn't delay any longer, raised his whip and urged the horse, following Bai Ying to catch up.

The white horse is naturally good at galloping and galloping. At this time, he realized that the bridle was loose, and he just spread his four hooves and galloped blindly.Xiao Shuo's dark horse followed closely behind, stepped on the new grass in early spring, and in a blink of an eye it had already traveled several miles.

The Yinshan grassland is vast, and it is best to play horses.Yun Lang let go of the rein, and when he heard the sound of steady hooves following behind him, his heart was filled with joy, and he rode his horse across the gravel river bank before finally reining in a little.

The stars are high, the moon is bright and the wind is cool, and at the foot of the continuous high mountains, the torrential water of the Yellow River can already be seen.

"I surveyed the battlefield that day, and saw you in a trance when I got here."

Yun Lang returned to his horse and turned to Xiao Shuo who was catching up with him, "What kind of place is this?"

Xiao Shuo didn't want Yun Lang to pay attention to this, he was slightly stunned, his heart warmed up, and the horse and Yun Lang tied the bridle together, and raised his hand to caress the white horse's neck.

Yun Lang suddenly realized: "That old horse?"

Xiao Shuo nodded: "It's not far from here."

Back then, the court was in a difficult situation, and the first emperor dragged his sick body to cope with King Xiang's plot, and felt powerless.The undercurrent in Beijing was turbulent, and the first emperor didn't want Yunlang to return to Beijing to stir up this muddy water, so he sent someone to buy Yunlang's horse, and secretly let Yunlang go away.

Xiao Shuo got rid of the poison of imperial rice, begged the late emperor on his knees in the palace, and invited him to northern Xinjiang to raise horses, and stayed here for nine months.

The old horse died, Xiao Shuo buried the horse and returned it to Beijing, and brought back a healthy and beautiful little white horse.

Yun Lang pulled the white horse and followed Xiao Shuo up the river: "Where is it?"

Xiao Shuo turned around: "What?"

Yun Lang said in his heart that there is no need to ask, it is naturally the old place where His Royal Highness King Yan used to raise horses.He met Xiao Shuo's gaze, eager to win, but he didn't want to ask, and cleared his throat: "Of course it's the tombstone where my loyal and loyal horse is buried..."

"Three miles up the river, the mountains are shaded by the leeward bank of the river."

Xiao Shuo said: "There is a tomb where General Yunhui Zhongliang Liema was buried."

Yun Lang: "..."

"General Yunhui's Zhongliang Liema is buried on the tomb."

Xiao Shuo said slowly: "There is a monument to the bones of General Yunhui, who was buried with loyal and strong horses..."

"..."

Yun Lang: "Little prince."

If the major general doesn't follow along, he can last up to three sentences.

Xiao Shuo suppressed his faint smile, held down General Yun Hui who was about to throw himself off his horse, and said patiently: "I raise horses there, and there is a small yard, but it's probably too crowded for people to live in."

Yun Lang's eyes lit up, and his heart was already itchy: "What can't you live in?"

"It was just built casually, and no one has repaired it in these years, so it will inevitably be desolate and dilapidated."

Xiao Shuo said: "If you want to live, let someone clean it up first."

"Need not."

Yun Lang didn't take it seriously: "In the future, I will lead you all over the world to make my home, even a small tree branch can sleep well."

"..." Xiao Shuo tried to persuade him a little bit: "Restaurants, inns, restaurants and teahouses—"

"Sleep in one place."

Yun Lang readily agreed, and urged the horse first: "Let's go."

Xiao Shuo looked at him quietly for a while, then raised the reins to catch up, and walked in front of Yunlang's horse.

Walking upriver along the river for nearly a mile, you can already see bright lights, and some people are busy going back and forth, and you can vaguely see incense candle offerings.

The Yellow River's hydrology has nine curves, irrigated the Hetao Plain with lush water and grass, and finally flows into Guanzhong.There have been troops stationed in the Central Plains to reclaim wasteland in the past dynasties in northern Xinjiang. According to the ritual of summoning souls from ancient times, as long as you follow the surging river in front of you and return eastward to the south, the wandering souls of the dead will surely return home with the current.

When the two approached the altar, they reined in their horses and walked slowly. They walked a little distance along the river and were about to turn to Shanyin when they suddenly heard a very unusual sound of galloping horses and hooves.

Xiao Shuo frowned, and stopped the major general who went out without a gun or a knife, looking for his reputation.

"Not a Ranger."

Yun Lang could hear better than him, and pressed the arm in front of him: "The horse at the post station, Jingzhong Hongling urgently reports."

At this time, an urgent report came from Beijing.

The two looked at each other, and they both had a vague premonition in their hearts. They turned the horse's head and followed the sound.

In front of the main altar, the messenger was helped to rest and drink water. The urgent report had been opened, and the inner seal was taken out and displayed under the lantern.

"General Yun—"

Shang Ke was wearing a cloak, and was reading the urgent report with others. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and was stunned: "His Royal Highness?"

Xiao Shuo made a salute: "Dali Siqing, Kaifeng Yin."

When Wei Zhun revealed his identity, he paused and smiled wryly: "Your Highness..."

"Master Wei, when did you arrive?"

Yun Lang threw the reins to the soldiers who appeared suddenly, and quickly got off the horse: "How is Beijing?"

Wei Zhun hadn't seen these two for a long time, and at this moment he could almost regain the feeling of being kidnapped in the capital in the past, pressed his forehead, and raised his hand to salute the two of them.

"The situation in Beijing and China is stable, and the situation is changing rapidly."

Wei Zhun said: "The next official was ordered by the Minister of Political Affairs to come to discuss with you."

When he came to Northern Xinjiang, he was supposed to come to Yunlang Xiaoshuo first, but the journey was too hasty, and Xiaoxing spent the night in a hurry, which exhausted his energy and mind after all.

Wei Zhun is a literati, and he has been sleepless these days in the middle of the capital, and rushed all the way to Yunzhou City. When he saw Shang Ke welcoming him, his mind was agitated for a moment, and he passed out when he didn't pay attention.

Wei Zhun fell headfirst in front of Shang Ke, and when he woke up, he was fed a cup of rice wine and a bowl of hot soup in a daze.I wanted to go to see Yun Lang to talk about business, but for some reason, I was dazedly abducted by Shang Ke to the side of the Yellow River to blow a breeze.

"Brother Shang already said something when we met at Changsheng Castle."

Yun Lang could see that the two were close, suppressed his smile and didn't break it, just talked about business: "The Zodiac envoy in the middle of the capital has been punished, and now under the Shuang Shuang Hall, the disciples from the poor family have also been screened out and are being rectified The faction of the DPRK and China...is there any change now?"

"This layer has not changed."

Wei Zhun shook his head: "General Yun and King Yan are well arranged, the forces in the palace have already been emptied, and they have been stripped out layer by layer, just doing things."

In the past, Xixia iron cavalry mixed into the rebel army, broke through Bianliang City, and killed them under the palace wall.Yunlang led the forbidden army to fight desperately, Xiao Shuojian took the forbidden palace and sent troops to open the city, and most of their emperor's majestic power was lost.

If it hadn't been for the tigers and wolves in northern Xinjiang and the unstable situation in Beijing, China and Korea, once the country changed, there would be endless troubles, and it would have to fight outside before settling in. Now the dragon chair in the palace has already been replaced by someone else.

"If the forbidden army does not obey the call, the Privy Council will not be able to protect itself, and the Grand Master's Mansion will obey the law, and the court will become a mess."

Wei Zhun said: "There are only a few Jinwu guards and dark guards left in the hands of the emperor. They are powerless against the turmoil in the court, and they can no longer stretch out their hands to check and balance...The so-called palace edicts are just in name."

Xiao Shuo nodded, took the warm tea, and handed it to Yun Lang: "Have you ever ordered the royal family's private soldiers to serve the king?"

Wei Zhun nodded: "The imperial edict was passed on in his clothes, and he left the palace gate secretly. It's a pity that King Huan caught the wind and cold, and King Wei suddenly had a headache and was bedridden. I went to find King Jing. gone."

Several people knew what was going on in their hearts, and they looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"The trapped beast is still fighting..."

Shang Ke summoned his entourage and took their seats for them: "If he admits defeat and dies, he can be regarded as a hero."

"Xiaoxiong?" Dao Scar was pouring tea at the side, and said disdainfully, "Xiong, it's worse than King Xiang."

The soldiers have already cleared the area nearby, so they are not afraid of making mistakes.Shang Ke was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, nodded and laughed: "Although the words are rough, they are generally not bad... Please take a look, both of you."

Kuai Ma Hongling, passed down as an edict from the palace, peeled off the outer seal, revealing a faint layer of bright yellow inside.

Xiao Shuo spread out the edict, read it through with Yun Lang, and handed it back casually.

Shang Ke took it over: "How?"

"Confer the Duke of my town." Xiao Shuo said, "General Yunhui, Marquis of Jin Yunhui."

"more than."

Shang Ke cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "The Yun family rehabilitated the whole family, and erected a monument for King Duan, which will be recorded in the annals of history. Zheng, clean up the court..."

Yun Lang couldn't stand listening, coughed: "Brother Shang."

Shang Ke stopped when enough was enough, gathered the imperial edict in one place, and put it aside casually.

Wei Zhun was in charge of the Kaifeng mansion and endured all these years, just for this edict.He sat quietly for a long time, and finally sighed softly: "If he had thought it through earlier, he wouldn't be here today..."

"If only he had thought it through earlier."

Shang Ke poured a cup of tea and put it beside Wei Zhun's hand: "How can there be today?"

Wei Zhun was startled, smiled wryly, held the cup of tea in his hand, and let out a long sigh.

The bonfire was blazing, and the bright flames made people's hands and faces hot, and countless thoughts were entangled in their chests, and they didn't know whether it was cold or hot.

For the selfishness of one or two people, the ambition of one or two people, how many people are filled into the bottomless deep cold gully.The high-sounding whitewashed ambition, piled bones and blood everywhere, led beasts to eat people, eroded countless gaps in the embankment of protecting the country, and did not know that ant nests formed knots and bound themselves in cocoons.

There was blood all over the place, so cold that it withered into dry black.

Then someone came back from the dead with many scars, and the road was paved with flesh and blood of the deceased. Those who were still alive had nothing but a heart that still had a trace of warmth cut out from the chest cavity.

Things have been up to this day, how can we tolerate the twists and turns.

Why turn around.

"Foreign affairs have been decided, Your Highness, it's time to make a decision."

Shang Ke said slowly: "How to deal with this imperial edict?"

Xiao Shuo met Yunlang's gaze, he was still holding Yunlang's hand, and found the same thought in those clear eyes.

Xiao Shuo nodded slightly, took the imperial edict, and threw it into the bonfire.

The bright yellow brocade is called a roll of bright and hot fire, and it is swallowed by the tongue of fire in a blink of an eye, and a few sparks float away and land on the tip of the grass blade.

The moonlight is cold, thin clouds are flowing, sparks flashed a few times, and turned into ashes that disappeared with the wind.

All parties were tossed and turned all night, and at the end of the night, endless altars were set up on the banks of the Yellow River.

The morning is still light, amidst the low sound of ox horns, the sound of gold and gege, and the rumbling of war drums.

Xiao Shuo leaned against the branches of an ancient tree, waking up in the cool breeze that touched his face.

Hearing the sound of the golden drums singing but not murderous, he was startled for a moment, and then he came back from the overly peaceful dream and hugged Yunlang who was still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Yun Lang was wrapped in a cloak and told him to hold it, and spontaneously stretched out his hands to hug His Royal Highness Yan Wang's chest and shoulders, which were chilled by the night wind, and stuck them to warm him.

Xiao Shuo shook his arm lightly: "Young General."

Yun Lang was still trapped in a dream, and he struggled slightly with the sound of the call, but he still didn't wake up.

"In the future, I will file a complaint with my father, queen, concubine, and late emperor."

Xiao Shuo stroked the top of the young general's hair, and said softly, "Today's grand ceremony, you and I should lead the old man back..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

Yun Lang was always thinking about today, last night he talked with Dali Siqing and Kaifeng Yin Che in the middle of the night, then went to see the tomb of General Yunhui Zhongliang Liema's bones, and returned to Xiaoshuo's small courtyard after Yinshi.

Seeing the dilapidated and dusty bed everywhere, unable to sleep on the left and right, Yun Lang, on a whim, lifted Xiao Wangye up the tree.

General Yun Shao has always been neat and smooth, and when he opened his eyes, he had already opened his cloak, looking at his posture, he wanted to sit up with his arms propped up, but he couldn't hold it up.

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, Xiao Shuo caught the major general who almost fell off the tree: "Wake up."

"It's dangerous." Yun Lang was terrified for a moment, pressing his chest, "I almost floated back with my old friend..."

"..." Xiao Shuo held him steady, held Yun Lang close to another branch, and straightened his hair, tie and skirt for him: "No hurry, the drum music in the army will be played for a while, rest for a while before going down. "

"Go down in no hurry."

Yun Lang smiled, and took out a Tao Xun from his arms: "It was an appointment at the beginning, and they will come back after hearing this."

Xiao Shuo was silent for a moment, and met Yun Lang's gaze.

Yun Lang leaned leisurely among the branches, smiled at him, and brought Tao Xun to his lips.The agitated and clear ancient tune pierced through the air, echoing the low and sobbing horn horn.

You can't go in and out, and you can't go backwards, and the plain suddenly goes far.

With a long sword, Xi is holding Qin Gong, and his heart is not punished.

……

"Nine Songs."

Xiao Shuo said in a low voice, ""National Martyr"?"

Yun Lang suppressed the moisture in his eyes, bent his eyes towards him, and quietly closed them.

The tune of the ancient xun became clearer and clearer, and the drums and horns were washed away, sobbing and screaming, leaving only the fighting spirit soaring to the sky, going straight to the sky.

Sincerity is both brave and martial, and in the end is strong and can't be overthrown.

The body is dead and the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute as the ghost and hero.

Soul Yixi is a ghost hero.

The thick bluestone inscription was erected, the characters were like blood and red, standing on the bank of the Yellow River at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

In the sound of wild geese, the sun is rising, the clouds are turning, the wind is blowing the dew, and the faint golden sunlight is sprinkled on the sacrificial stele, covering the vast Yinshan Mountains and the surging Yellow River.

Yun Lang held his breath, put away the Tao Xun, and swept onto the horse's back with one hand.

Xiao Shuo followed the black horse like a shadow, firmly guarding three feet behind him.

The steed immediately stepped into the air and neighed, and the glowing eyes shot up into the sky.

When the hunting wind blows, the rustling white Liuyun flag cuts through the last piece of hazy mist, sweeping away the generous elegy by the Yellow River.