Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Wangfu, a small courtyard with a single gate.

Yun Lang sent Dao Scar out of the door, found Yu Shi Zhongcheng, and quietly brought back many things.

Some are too much, there are all kinds of things, and there are three whole nanmu boxes.

Yun Lang put on some clothes, sat on the bed, looked at the wooden boxes that were piled up much higher than the bed, and felt a little complicated: "How did you get all of these in?"

"It's inconvenient to carry." Dao Scar replied truthfully: "A group of two, they were carried in."

Yun Lang: "..."

What Yun Lang wanted to ask was not this, after pondering for a while, he really couldn't figure it out: "Is there not even one person in Prince Yan's residence... to stop you?"

"This box can hold people, right?" Yun Lang gestured, "What if I sneak in killers and assassins? What if I take the opportunity to bring in some tax collector's money to frame King Duan for corruption?"

Yun Lang couldn't figure it out, so he asked his own soldiers to help him up, caressing the big wooden box that was half a person tall: "What if I suddenly want to get some firecrackers and send Xiao Wangye to heaven?"

Dao Scar never considered this level, thought for a while, and looked at the major general who was clearly eager to try: "..."

"Cross it out." Yun Lang just thought about it and sighed lightly, "I'm not asking you to really make firecrackers."

Scar took out the dagger, and scratched this on the wooden memorandum board with him: "Yes."

Yun Lang sat back, coughed twice, and couldn't help frowning.

Censor Zhongcheng's reply made it clear, and Yun Lang roughly knew that at least two and a half of the three boxes were copied with the help of Censor Tai, the copies of the memorials of impeachment of King Yan by Censors at all levels over the years.

At first glance, it really looks like there are too many crimes to write down.

In the past few years, the situation was urgent, and Yun Lang was in a place one or two thousand miles away from the capital. It was the limit to be able to pay attention to not allowing King Yan to eat imperial rice.

It never occurred to me that this layer was overlooked.

"Since everyone else says so, King Yan's actions these years may be really violent and out of order."

Dao Scar couldn't help but said something, and brought a soft pillow for Yun Lang to lean on: "The Major General has done his best, and I am worthy of King Duan's entrustment."

Yun Lang opened a wooden box, took out a memorial and flipped through a few pages, smiled and threw it aside.

Seeing his expression, Dao Scar frowns hesitantly: "Is your subordinate right?"

"It has nothing to do with Prince Duan."

Yun Lang thought about it very much, and waved his hands: "Princess Duan died back then, and actually left me a last letter, entrusting me to persuade and rectify the little prince..."

Dao Scar was in a complicated mood, looking at the young general who was both a father and a mother: "..."

Yun Lang took the teacup and took two sips.

The old injury caused troubles, and when it was snowy, the chest and lungs felt terribly oppressed.

Yun Lang leaned against the soft pillow, coughed a few more times, and swallowed the blood in his throat.

Yun Lang closed his eyes, leaned against the head of the bed and rested.

Princess Duan...

When she was in Prince Duan's mansion, the princess always looked towards the two of them.

She is obviously a dignified and elegant mistress of the palace, and when Yunlang gets into trouble and is chased and searched by the forbidden army, she will try her best to hide her smile with a handkerchief, and quietly beckon to Yunlang on the roof to ventilate him report.

Xiao Shuo was ashamed for the general, so he didn't dare to kill the rabbit, so he stabbed Uncle Duan's foot with his sword, and he was not scolded when he came back.

Uncle Duan hopped on one leg and jumped into a rage. He wanted to beat his son, but the concubine asked someone to hang him out, and nodded his head and told him he deserved it.

He also ordered the servant girl in the mansion to buy a litter of snow-white little rabbits for the son, and taught the two of them to read, and the white rabbit walked around.

……

"That's all." Yun Lang was persuaded to be proficient, and before Scar could speak, he consciously comforted himself, "The past is over."

"It's snowing." Dao Scar supported him, persuading him in a low voice, "Major General, lie down for a while."

"Coughing again after lying down." Yun Lang got annoyed, and waved his hand, "Where's my mountain family Qing offering sandalwood, snow water, honey, green calyx and plum blossom soup cake?"

"..." Dao Scar understood the soup cake with difficulty, took out two food boxes, and put them on the table.

Yun Lang opened it and looked at it, picked out what looked like a larger portion, and re-stamped it: "Send it to the little prince's study."

Scar was stunned: "Now?"

"Nonsense." Yun Lang went to get the remaining snacks and picked them out, "When he goes to the study, can you still send them in?"

Yun Lang was used to throwing food for Xiao Shuo and had a lot of experience. He taught his subordinates in advance: "There is a hole in front of his window. It doesn't matter how big it is. It depends on his mood. There may be a bowl of water on the window sill. Before going in, try to push it." ..."

Dao Scar still remembered Yun Lang's great wish to prescribe medicine, holding the food box, hesitantly said: "Major General, don't you put some crotons first?"

Yushi Zhongcheng was outside the mansion, and after hearing Yunlang's plan, he was particularly interested in this matter.

Scar dug out a paper bag, lined up the remaining ones, and introduced them one by one: "This is Coptis chinensis, this is Sophora flavescens, this is Senna leaf... Zhongcheng is afraid that the young master will not be able to make a move. It was specially ground into powder, and it was ground twice."

"Then you can't put it in this thing."

Yun Lang looked at the group of subordinates, and sighed: "He is doing business well, and cooked a soup cake carefully, which made the prince have diarrhea, what do you say later?"

Dao Scar was stunned: "This... this subordinate never thought of it."

"In this way, it's clear that I wanted to torment him, but because I fell my hand once, the crime fell on the shopkeeper."

Yun Lang fiddled with the candles twice, and slowly said: "If this matter becomes a big issue, and others talk too much, do you think that this restaurant is really too much, and it has such malicious intentions and tosses the diners?"

Dao Scar vaguely felt that there was something in his words, but he couldn't think clearly for a moment, so he listened in a daze and nodded.

Yun Lang unfolded another memorial, randomly scanned a few lines, and threw them aside.

The reputation of Prince Yan's Mansion is so bad that Xiao Shuo himself indulged in rumors, maybe even not afraid of adding fuel to the fire, it's just a layer.

The real root is not in Prince Yan's mansion.

How many of these impeachments were done by Xiao Shuozhen, and how many of these impeachments were done by taking advantage of the power of Prince Yan's Palace to embezzle benefits, exclude and suppress dissidents.

In the end, he changed hands and pushed it to King Yan's head, and the choice was clean.

Yun Lang leaned against the couch, closed his eyes and concentrated on the situation in the court.

Scar didn't dare to disturb him, and gestured for the brothers to step aside quietly.

Yun Lang pondered, and twirled lightly with his fingertips.

Scar poured a cup of tea, tiptoed over, and put it in his hand.

Yun Lang drank a cup of tea, opened his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

"Major General, have you figured it out?" Scar was full of admiration, "How to do it? We—"

Yun Lang: "I'm at a loss."

Scar: "..."

The more General Yun thought about it, the more tired he became, he threw away the teacup, and fell on the couch with his head up: "I don't know what officials are in the court!"

Before he came out of Duanwang's mansion, Yunlang was a golden and precious young master in the palace, the jewel in the palm of the emperor and queen, and a victorious young general in the army.You don't need to understand these things, you can not only walk sideways in Beijing, but also go up to the roof.

After the accident, Yun Lang had no time to take care of himself, let alone ponder over his experience.

"I can't think of it." Yun Lang sighed, "If I can figure out a way, I won't be able to go back to Beijing this time..."

Scar's heart tightened, and he pulled him hard.

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

"The major general returned to Beijing this time, did he really come back to die?!" Dao Scar said in a hoarse voice, "How many times have the soldiers said that! The Shuofang army is defending the northern border, as long as the major general is alive—"

He reacted so quickly at this time, Yun Lang was unprepared, frowned, and sat up propped up: "Okay, what are you shouting..."

"Major General!" Dao Scar didn't listen to him, "After the death of King Duan, when the Major General returned to the northern border from the capital, he was desperate and fought to the death in every battle!"

"We were major generals back then because we were anxious to take back Yanyun!"

Scar couldn't bear it any longer, and growled in a low voice: "Isn't it good to live? The major general owes nothing to anyone, so there's no need to pay for his life! If Mr. Zhongcheng hadn't told us this time, we still wouldn't believe it—"

"Scar." Yun Lang interrupted him, "Okay."

"No!" Dao Scar stared at him with red eyes, "Major General—"

Yun Lang worried: "The major general's chest hurts."

Scar: "..."

The major general used this trick at least a hundred times, Scar opened his mouth, his face flushed red and his chest heaved, he swallowed all the words with a sullen head, and knelt down in front of the couch.

Yun Lang rubbed his forehead and exhaled softly.

And when this group of rams hit their heads when they went out, they suddenly opened up... It turned out that Yu Shi Zhongcheng talked too much.

Yun Lang closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and was about to look for a chance to give Yushi Zhongcheng some croton first.

"I was..."

Yun Lang didn't know how to explain it, and couldn't hold back the soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, so he said after a moment of silence: "It's really in a hurry to regain Yan Yun."

Yanyun fell, and before King Duan returned to Beijing, he only regained five cities.

No matter how many troops are stationed in the remaining territories, they will never become monolithic if they just defend and do not recover completely.

This dynasty emphasizes culture and suppresses martial arts, and the Imperial Army in the capital has lived in peace for a long time, and it is impossible to fight at all.The Shuofang army fought hard for years, and they were riddled with holes. What's more, some people in Beijing destroyed the Great Wall by themselves.

The military system of this dynasty was originally not conducive to conquest. The new emperor ascended the throne, and the Privy Council usurped the military power of the Ministry of War.

How to fight a battle thousands of miles away must be done according to the formation plan sent by the Central Beijing Privy Council, and no changes are allowed.

Years of exclusion, different government orders, chaotic recruitment of troops, and prohibition of military operations.

There is a folk proverb: Do not be an army when you are a man, and do not be a needle when you are an iron.

Before King Duan died, looking at the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, there was only General Yun Shao who could fight.

"Yanyun Thirteen Cities, King Duan took down five of them. Over the years, one after another, he captured seven more."

Yunlang said: "Shuozhou City, Yanmen Pass."

Yanmen Pass was taken down, and the Great Wall was the boundary.

Shuofang's army stationed at the border of Guanzhen, no matter how hard Beijing and China are tossing, they can still stop Rongdi for 30 years.

The soldiers of Shuofang were fighting day by day, and they could understand the scars, sobbing and unable to speak, they fell to their knees on the ground.

"Okay." Yun Lang smiled, "Get up."

"I'll be fine until I take down Shuozhou." Yun Lang leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, "When the things that should be done are done, you should tell me to rest."

He... could have rested a long time ago.

Entrusted by the old man, you can't live up to it, and you dare not betray the kindness of the past.

This time, the Ninth Five-Year Lord in the deep palace did not hesitate to destroy the Great Wall himself, and forced him to come back to die with the Shuofang Army, Yun Lang also thought that he could simply rest at this point.

By accident, it will take some more time.

Dao Scar felt chills all over his body when he heard it, and looked at Yun Lang's eyes with relief and yearning, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Don't mention this." Yun Lang waved his hand and pushed the food box over, "You go—"

Yun Lang suddenly stopped talking, and exchanged a glance with Dao Scar, his expressions changed slightly, and they both looked out the window.

It was snowy at dusk, the wind and lanterns were dim, and a few figures flashed past with strange movements.

"It's an assassin, Major General, don't come out!"

Scar reacted very quickly, pushed open the window, and jumped out: "Form the formation! The rear row of wing guards, the front row to defend against the enemy—"

The snowy night was windy and cold, and the biting cold wind instantly poured into his face.

Yun Lang choked twice, coughing so badly that he could barely stand, not wanting to make these people worry about him, so he reluctantly held on to the window sill: "The three on the top have machine crossbows! Be careful——"

Before he finished speaking, Yun Lang twisted his body to step aside, and a row of crossbow arrows had already been firmly nailed to the place where he had just stood.

The opponent came prepared, far fiercer and fiercer than the last assassination.The soldiers were reminded by him that they barely avoided the rain of arrows, but some of them were still bloodstained.

Dao Scar said urgently: "Major General, go back quickly and hide in the corner of the house!"

Yun Lang bent over and coughed a few times.

All the internal energy he had accumulated was exhausted just now, and now he has no strength to hide.

The arrow rain glowed with a cold iron black light, and changed its position again in the blink of an eye.Yun Lang half-kneeled on the ground, before he could wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips, he was suddenly grabbed by his arm and ruthlessly dragged back to the corner of the wall.

Yun Lang fell heavily, his eyes were dark, and just after he breathed a sigh of relief, most of them were knocked out by the people on his body.

"..." Yun Lang lay on the ground, vaguely feeling that he saw a revolving lantern.

On the execution ground, he insisted that he was pregnant with Xiao Shuo's child.The first time I came to Prince Yan's Mansion, the chairs were not warm, and I met the assassin the day I met him.

Young Master Yun, with three parts instinct and seven parts heart, brought Xiao Shuo a solid meeting gift with wrought iron shackles weighing about ten kilograms.

Never imagined that such a thing would come back.

Yun Lang closed his eyes, still thinking about his short twenty years, when someone grabbed his shoulders forcefully: "Yun Lang!"

Yun Lang opened his eyes, angry like a silk: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge..."

"Shut up." Xiao Shuo's eyes were still piercing, his chest heaved for a while, and he said in a deep voice, "Where did you cause so much trouble?"

Yun Lang was lying on the ground, coughing and turning his head to the side, looking at the trouble that Prince Xiao had caused two and a half boxes, he felt that he should ask this question first.

The sounds of fighting outside became more and more intense, and the black iron guards had also arrived, and the arrow rain finally faded away.

The cold wind was still swirling inward, Xiao Shuo glanced at Yunlang, got up to close the window, but was grabbed by Yunlang: "Wait a minute, there is a second wave."

Xiao Shuo frowned and looked down at him.

"Trust me." Yun Lang has been hunted down a lot and has rich experience. He closed his eyes and touched up his trouser legs, "Why are they all wet?"

Yun Lang thought for a while, and suddenly understood, he hesitated to speak, and looked at Xiao Shuo.

Although he knew that Xiao Xiaowang didn't dare to kill rabbits back then, but he never thought of this level.

The few times he was cornered, Yun Lang even thought that Xiao Shuo could be regarded as a general after all.

If it really doesn't work, leave a suicide note for Xiao Shuo, and entrust Xiao Xiao Wang Ye to lead the troops to recover Shuozhou.

……

Yun Lang looked at the general who had wet pants, with a complicated expression: "There is no need to be so afraid, this is a blind spot, and the arrow cannot be shot..."

"..." Xiao Shuo narrowed his eyes, and his words were cold: "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang took advantage of it and was very happy. He moved his arms and sat up against the wall.

The blind spot of the arrow rain is just that big, Yun Lang grabbed Xiao Shuo's snow-soaked trouser legs, and pulled him back: "Where is the lord enjoying the snow, standing for so long?"

Xiao Shuo remained indifferent for a while, took off his cloak, and threw it on his face.

Yun Lang happened to be cold, so he was not polite. He pulled the cloak and wrapped himself tightly: "Looking at the color of the snow, it looks like the corner behind my house in the yard."

"..." Xiao Shuo took a deep breath, suppressing the silent murderous intent that was rising up: "Yun Lang."

"It's true that I haven't been vigilant recently." Yun Lang sighed, "I was listening to the corner, but I didn't notice it."

Yun Lang pressed his lower abdomen as a gesture: "When did you come? Actually, you should come in and sit down, and the children should also meet..."

Xiao Shuo couldn't stand it, he was full of nonsense and interrupted: "When you said 'Major General's chest hurts'."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo looked down at him: "I never thought that General Yun would be so tough."

Yun Lang: "..."

"My lord is really here—"

Yun Lang coughed, and swallowed his greetings to Master Xiao Shuo: "It's really time. Are you worried that I will demolish the corner? Don't worry, I plan to demolish this courtyard from the door, after all, the windows are almost demolished... "

Xiao Shuo said lightly, "Yun Lang."

"Alive." Yun Lang replied happily, "Can you bring me another chair when you have time? Now this one has only two legs left, it's not very stable—"

"No matter how much you say."

Xiao Shuo said: "I can also hear that your breath is too chaotic to continue."

Yun Lang was slightly startled, leaning against the wall and looking up.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, looking at Yun Lang's almost pale lips, his eyes were silently filled with hatred.

He has no choice... not to hate Yun Lang.

Hate him for walking away alone, hate him for riding alone.

Hate him for supporting Shuofang's army, hate him for carrying everything on his back,

I hate that he clearly has no ambition in his eyes, and he still has to worry about not enough, so he doesn't care about this.

Hate him for pretending to be heartless, if he can't see it, he will give his life.

……

I hate that he has come to this point, yet he refuses to explain or justify.

"Yun Lang."

Xiao Shuo grabbed Yun Lang's slack shoulders, channeled his internal strength, and leaned against his back: "You persuaded me not to reverse the case."

Xiao Shuo: "Is it for Yan Yun?"

Yun Lang's breath was scattered, and he lay on his arms and coughed with his head suffocated. Hearing this sentence, his breathing stagnated quietly.

"If you insist on investigating and throwing away the car to protect the handsome man, the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion will be the first to be pushed out."

Xiao Shuo dredged his meridians for him, and said in a low voice, "A duanwang title can save your life, but not your General Yunhui."

"Without you, the Shuofang army has no support."

Xiao Shuo: "There is no one in the court to take the lead in the war. He intends to give up Yanyun and seek peace with Rong and Di, paying tribute every year."

"Rong and Di are ambitious, and the real estate in the Central Plains is rich and rich. If things go on like this, they must plan to go south." Xiao Shuo said, "Sooner or later, the country will be destroyed."

Yun Lang was silent for a while, smiled, and lowered his head.

Xiao Shuo's tone was extremely cold: "You think, even if you told me these things back then... I wouldn't understand?"

"In your eyes, even if I know this, I can't beat the blood feud, can I?"

He didn't want to quarrel with Yun Lang, but after all he couldn't suppress the fierce hatred in his chest, and said every word: "Even if I found out, I will definitely disregard the overall situation and the country, and insist on making a fool of myself and investigating to the end—"

"Not really." Yun Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I just... can't tell."

Xiao Shuo was startled.

"I can't tell." Yun Lang raised his head and smiled at him, "Xiao Shuo, my father killed your father."

"I said it." Xiao Shuo said in a deep voice, "You—"

"But if I was more careful back then, I wasn't so self-willed. I just lived in your mansion and went back to the Marquis' mansion a few more times." Yun Lang coughed lightly, "Those collusion behaviors may not be unrecognizable."

Yun Lang looked at him: "My family made you lose your family, I can't protect anything, I can't change anything."

"In the end... Let me tell you, for the sake of the overall situation, for me, you let them go?"

Yun Lang: "What should I say?"

Xiao Shuo's chest rose and fell, and his eyes fell on Yun Lang.

After a long time, he let go of Yun Lang and closed his eyes.

"At that time... my vision was not as good as yours."

Xiao Shuo: "I should have seen it."

"I should have seen it." Xiao Shuo said slowly, "But I only know the blood feud in front of me, I don't know—"

"No." Yun Lang was a little embarrassed, "I didn't think that far before."

Xiao Shuo frowned and looked up at him.

"At that time..."

Yun Lang really ran out of strength, so he moved and leaned against Xiao Shuo's arms: "I broke into the prison, but it was too late."

"I only know that in those two years, I fought with Uncle Wang first."

Yun Lang said softly: "Later when Uncle Wang returned to Beijing and took charge of the Imperial Army, it became me fighting alone."

General Yun Shao was only 17 years old at the time, and with his talent, he had made great achievements in many battles and victories, but he couldn't see the numerous crises hidden beneath it.

At that time in Beijing, only King Duan advocated a bloody battle against Rong and Di, and King Duan died, and the faction who led the battle had no one to carry the tripod.

Yun Lang: "I had a friendship with King Duan, originally we should have no hesitation and die together by cutting our necks."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

General Yun Shao didn't feel at all that his "friend who cut the throat" used the wrong seniority, so he coughed twice: "But Uncle Wang won't allow it."

"Uncle Duan Wang said that once he dies, the family will be implicated and I will take care of him."

Yun Lang: "Secondly, I am the only one who can lead the army to fight in the court."

"He won't allow it."

Yun Lang closed his eyes: "Before Yan Yun is completely recovered, I am not allowed to retreat, I am not allowed to be disheartened, and I am not allowed..."

Xiao Shuo: "You are not allowed to die."

"Yes." Yun Lang smiled wryly, "I'm so tired."

Xiao Shuo's eyes trembled slightly, and he fixed his eyes on him.

"My lord." Yun Lang sighed lightly, "I want to get up and take a walk."

"..." Xiao Shuo couldn't say a word, and looked back at the bloody swords and swords outside the window: "Now?"

"Yes." Yun Lang also felt that it was not suitable, and he was embarrassed, and coughed twice, "I don't want to, it's just..."

His voice became softer, Xiao Shuo frowned, lowered his head to ask, his eyes suddenly focused.

Yun Lang was leaning against his arm, but now he stopped talking nonsense, and he stopped coughing too much, so quiet that he couldn't even hear the chaotic and rapid breath.

The body slowly slid down, shoulders against his chest, forehead on his neck.

Xiao Shuo half-kneeled on the ground, reaching out his hand to stop Yun Lang.

It gets quieter all around.

It was as if he had returned to the time when he knelt down in front of the main hall and was crowned and honored by the late emperor himself.

With flowers blooming in your eyes, there is no honor in front of you

No old friends, no way back.

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and touched Yunlang's eyelashes.

"..." Yun Lang felt that he should be reminded, "My lord, I'm not dead yet."

Xiao Shuo shuddered, picked up Yunlang, and rushed to the bed: "What medicine do I need?"

He came in through the back door, glanced at the paper packages on the table that seemed to contain medicinal materials, touched them a few times, and opened one: "What is this?"

"..." Yun Lang opened his mouth: "Cough."

Xiao Shuo said in a cold voice, "Speak!"

Yun Lang has never seen Xiao Xiao Wangye's posture that can almost devour people, so he has no choice but to tell the truth: "Crotou."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, suppressed his anger firmly, held Yunlang steady with one hand, and went to get another bag.

Yun Lang felt guilty: "Huanglian."

"..." Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth: "Yun, Lang—"

Yun Lang watched helplessly as he went to get the third one, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to look again: "Senna leaf..."

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and firmly sealed his mouth.

General Yun was powerless, watching him knock over his share of Shanjia's offering of sandalwood, snow water, honey, green calyx and plum blossom soup cake, he was a little sad: "Woo."

Xiao Shuo ignored him, picked him up, pulled up his cloak to wrap it tightly, and rushed into the wind and snow from the back door.