Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang was hugged by Xiao Shuo, his mental strength couldn't bear it any longer, and he gradually became dizzy.

The snowy night is too cold, the cloak can't keep the chill out.

Yun Lang held on for too long, and was shivered slightly by the cold wind.

After years of fleeing, he often sheltered from the wind and snow in the ruined temple forest, and has accumulated a lot of experience.Yun Lang was about to curl up his hands and feet to keep warm, when his extraordinarily powerful arms suddenly circled back from behind.

"No need." Yun Lang coughed and pushed him hard, "There are assassins, distracted—"

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Move again."

Xiao Xiaowang's killing intent could kill the assassin alive, Yun Lang judged the situation, and felt that this sentence was probably ironic, so he honestly withdrew his hand.

Xiao Shuo hurried a few steps, stopped and lowered his head, watching Yun Lang quietly closed his eyes in his arms.

He stopped talking and shrank into his cloak as if shivering from the cold.

Not moving.

I don't know when I started to bear it, but now my mind is completely dispersed, my consciousness is chaotic and unable to hold myself, and the blood seeps out from the corners of Yun Langxu's pursed lips.

The vast snow color, drop by drop, quietly dyed and faded away.

……

"My lord!"

Lian Sheng and Xuan Tiewei hurried over anxiously, seeing the person he was holding in his arms, he was stunned: "Young Master Yun—"

"Call the medical officer." Xiao Shuo said, "Go and invite the Imperial Physician Liang."

Lian Sheng took a look at his expression, didn't dare to say a word, gestured for the rest of the black iron guards to guard around him, and turned around and plunged back into the dark night.

Holding Yun Lang in his arms, Xiao Shuo went into the study and put him on the couch.

The old master led someone to find the prince for half a night, and hurried over following the movement, but was startled by the blood on Xiao Shuo's body: "What's going on!? Assassin—"

Xiao Shuo unbuttoned the cloak, and wiped off the blood on the corners of Yunlang's lips little by little: "It's okay."

The old master saw that the two of them didn't seem to be all right at all, he lit the lamp, and looked at Yun Lang's face carefully, his heart sank suddenly.

Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand to feel Yun Lang's wrist.

After staying in the snow for a long time, my fingertips were cold and numb, and I couldn't touch it several times.

Xiao Shuo's eyebrows overflowed with uncontrollable irritability, but the movements of his hands remained unchanged, and he probed into Yunlang's veins again.

"My lord." The old master was terrified, and called him in a low voice, "Commander Lian has gone to invite the Imperial Physician Liang."

"The assassin came suddenly, the house was a bit chaotic, and it just settled down."

The old master: "The medical officer called too, soon..."

Xiao Shuo seemed to have never heard it, and frowned, staring at the unconscious Yun Lang on the couch, his eyes darkened.

The old master didn't dare to say any more, kept silent and shrank aside.

After the family changed that year, the prince's temperament changed a lot.

It's not as cruel and violent as the outside world said, Xiao Shuo actually didn't get angry very often when Young Master Yun came to the mansion, and he was rarely like those yamen in Beijing who talked about taking people's lives at every turn.

But no matter who is rich or rich in Beijing, they never dare to confront Xiao Shuo.

Not only because of the mighty grace of the emperor, but also because Xiao Shuo almost seemed to have walked out of the dead.

Walk out of the dead with nothing left, so don't care about anything.

Xiao Shuo dared to act recklessly and act absurdly, not because of the palace's protection and the emperor's indulgence.

It's because I don't care about anything, so I don't want to keep anything.

The old master held his breath, and watched with trepidation that the prince stood in front of the bed with a stern posture that seemed to have almost died together.

The old master struggled for a long time, and he decided to persuade, "My lord—"

Looking at the situation in front of him, the old master suddenly froze.

Xiao Shuo unbuttoned his clothes and half knelt in front of the couch.

His eyes were still cold, and he couldn't see his expression. He was as condensed as a cold black sculpture, and he stretched out his hand to hold Young Master Yun's wrist.

Bit by bit, without disturbing anything, he took Master Yun's pale hands from the cold into his bosom.

Lying on the couch, Yun Lang had a rare dream that he should not be cursed to death.

The Lantern Festival Lantern Festival on a snowy night in Bianliang.

The cold is really cold, and it is indeed a good scene.

Bianliang is the ancient capital. The city built along the Yellow River is on the canal hub.The capital is prosperous, and the shops are built along the square wall all the way to the river. It is bustling from morning to night, and there is no way to stop it.

In the generation of the first emperor, the curfew was completely abolished, and Bianjing became a city that never sleeps.

Growing up in the palace since childhood, and not having to live according to the harshness of the prince, Yun Lang often sneaked out of the palace at night and went to the night market in Bianliang to relieve boredom.

The guards on duty had known him for a long time, and no one stopped him. When the guards were the loosest, Yun Lang was able to ride out of the inner city all the way on horseback.

After passing Jinshuimen is the outer city, along the Jinshui River to the northwest, take a boat at the northwest water gate, and you can go out of Beijing through the Weizhou Gate.However, the Hengqiao went straight to the south, and after crossing the Jinliang Bridge, it was the Duanwang Mansion.

At night, Bianliang City is brightly lit and full of prosperity. The night market walks along the Longjin Bridge, and it doesn't stop until midnight.

Yun Lang squatted on the roof of Prince Duan's Mansion, thinking about the night market, and smashed the window of Little Prince Xiao one stone after another.

After hitting No.20 three, the people inside finally pushed open the window.

Xiao Xiaowang stood in front of the window, still clutching the unfinished book in his hand, frowning: "What nonsense?"

Yun Lang has never been used to his young and mature manner, so he replaced the stone with a chestnut and smashed it on his forehead: "Do you want to see the lamp?"

"Don't watch." Xiao Shuo sat back, "I'm going to go by myself."

"What's so good about books?"

Yun Lang jumped down, didn't step on the trap in front of the window, borrowed some strength from the rockery, leaned on the window sill and slid into the house: "Go, today's lantern festival, if you miss tomorrow, you will be gone."

He was light and agile, but this series of routes was still a bit weird, and when he landed, he choked and coughed twice.

Xiao Shuo pulled some desks back, frowned, and watched him stand firmly on the ground: "Come here."

"I don't." Yunlang could not give in, "There must be a trap in front of your bed."

"..." Xiao Shuo got off the warm couch by himself, grabbed Yun Lang's wrist, and pressed the wrist pulse.

"Hey." Yun Lang probed to follow, "Can you still feel the pulse?"

"Don't make a sound." Xiao Shuo held his breath and tried a few times, "Just learning, once you make a sound, you won't be able to touch it."

"Why are you still studying medicine?"

Yun Lang was very curious, leaned over him, and looked at the book on the table: "Elbow backup emergency prescription... for elbow?"

Xiao Shuo was so angry that he ground his teeth, and said indiscriminately: "Cure a mad dog."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo frowned tightly, pressed Yun Lang's pulse for a long while, but finally couldn't figure it out, and threw his wrist away.

Yun Lang watched helplessly as his arm was thrown back, walked half a circle around Xiao Xiaowang, stretched out his hand and shook: "Is it over?"

"I can't figure it out, I'll go to Tai Hospital to ask about it in the future."

Xiao Shuo pursed the corners of his lower lips, and said in a deep voice, "Your injuries are not fully healed yet, what should you do if you run around like this and use your internal energy, and you are at the root of your disease?"

"I can't fall, I am destined to live a long life without illness or disaster."

Yun Lang didn't take it seriously, and casually took the teacup on his table, and poured himself a cup of tea: "Today's Lantern Festival, wouldn't it be a pity not to go..."

Yun Lang pondered for a moment, then suddenly understood, took the medical book and shook: "You have stayed behind closed doors for a few days, just to study this?"

Xiao Shuo snatched it back: "Give it to me."

"You dare not go into battle to kill, Uncle Wang already wants to beat you up."

Yun Lang was sincerely worried for him: "No matter how kind-hearted you are, if you learn how to cure diseases and save lives, Uncle Wang will be so angry that you will go to the house..."

"No one is in the room except you!"

After all, Xiao Shuo was still young, and he teased him repeatedly, and finally couldn't hold back his anger: "Who told you that it's not good to be old!? God knows if those imperial doctors are reliable! Every corpse is a vegetarian! A few days ago, I said——I said you There is no way out..."

Yun Lang was a little dazed by his scolding, and blinked his eyes while holding the teacup.

Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth, put the book away carefully, then turned to stare at him again, carried it back and hid it under the pillow.

Yun Lang didn't understand what Xiao Wangye suddenly lost his temper, seeing his eyes were red, he hesitated for a while, went to touch him: "Hey."

With a cold face, Xiao Shuo turned around and ignored him.

Yun Lang touched him again: "Xiao Shuo."

Xiao Shuo was so annoyed by him, he snatched the teacup from Yunlang's hand, poured out the herbal tea in it, and put a hot cup on the table.

In fact, Yun Lang didn't like hot tea very much. Seeing Xiao Xiaowang's attitude of "If you don't drink it, I'll put this pot in your mouth." After hesitating for a while, he picked it up and drank it.

"Can't—can't blame other doctors."

Yun Lang still feels sorry for the hospital, and reasoned with him in a low voice: "At any rate, I also fell from such a high cliff, it's good if I didn't break..."

"We fell off the cliff." Xiao Shuo whispered, "You fell on the rock to protect me."

"Almost." Yun Lang confused, "I'm better than you, so naturally I have to cover you..."

Xiao Shuo was trembling, and closed his eyes tightly without listening to him.

They were obviously just racing horses in the outskirts of Beijing, and by accident, somehow they ran over Rong Di's spies.

The Rongdi people sneaked into the capital, and once they were discovered, they would be a disaster, so they naturally pursued them relentlessly.

He is the emperor's grandson, and the smock on the outside was scratched, revealing a stone-blue dragon coat with double chiseled dragons and five-colored clouds.

Rong Di recognized the shape and system, and killed him to death.Yun Lang refused to leave him, so he was forced all the way to the edge of the cliff.

In order to protect him, she would grab him at such a critical moment and lay under him, almost falling to her death.

"Just because of this, Xiao Xiaowang is going to give up literature and become a doctor?"

Yun Lang sat for a while, figured it out, and didn't hold back his smile: "What's the point? You shouldn't be ashamed and then brave, practice martial arts first..."

"Of course you can practice martial arts." Xiao Shuo said in a muffled voice, "I'll be very busy these days, so you don't come to see me, and lie on the couch more."

"It's suffocating to death." Yun Lang said, "Your medicine has miraculous effects, and I'm almost healed."

"Really, you don't know how boring the palace is."

Yun Lang: "Except for the pillars and the beams of the house, if you want a cup of tea, you call out on the couch, and the word 'I want tea—' is heard from outside, and then I wait."

Yun Lang vividly said: "A dozen or so maids, like drumming to pass flowers, shouted out one after another, poured tea, and passed it back one after another...they were all so cold."

Xiao Shuo frowned, looked at him suspiciously for a while, and then said: "Then... I will pass the sign and go to the palace to find you."

"What are you looking for me for?" Yun Lang was so focused on fooling him out that he felt a headache, "Would you be the first one to ask for tea at the gate, and then be the last one to feed me the cold tea?"

Xiao Shuo is the little emperor's grandson. He usually lives in Prince Duan's mansion. He only enters the palace to pay his respects on New Year's Day. In fact, he doesn't enter the palace many times. He never knew that the rules in the palace are like this.

"That's it." Yun Lang said confidently, "Have you ever heard that the emperor's dishes require someone to test the poison?"

This Xiao Shuo knew and nodded.

"Try three times, pass water once, silver medal once, and taste once."

Yun Lang said: "Each imperial meal has 120 dishes, and each dish has to be tried like this."

Xiao Shuo was slightly startled: "Then how long will it take to try?"

"Anyway, after the trial, I will be hungry and full." Yun Lang said, "Also, in order to prevent people from being poisoned, each dish is only allowed to taste three bites..."

"120 dishes." Xiao Shuo shook his head, "Three mouthfuls of each dish will make you hungry."

"...That's probably the case." Yun Lang followed the good advice, "I misremembered, there are twenty dishes for each meal."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo pursed his lips, looked at him for a long while, finally couldn't hold back, and lowered his head to laugh.

"Are you not angry?"

Yun Lang bent down to look at him, and touched him: "If you don't get angry, just go out with me, I'm really suffocating, the three teams in front of the hall look at me in turn..."

"Did you sneak out?"

Xiao Shuo's heart tightened, and he wanted to frown again: "You—"

"I walked out in an open and honest manner, but accidentally, I happened to take a road that no one saw."

Yun Lang raised his hand ahead of time and pressed the center of his eyebrows: "Are you going to accompany me? I won't accompany you and go by myself."

Yun Lang is actually quite interested in lanterns, and he was only thinking about the folks eating at the night market. He looked at the moonlight and didn't plan to delay any longer: "During it, if I can't eat it alone, I might as well come to you..."

Xiao Shuojing listened to Yunlang's complaint, and seeing that Yunlang was about to leave, she suddenly raised her hand to stop him: "Chengdong—"

"What's so interesting in the east of the city?" Yun Lang was inexplicable, "Except for the temple, it's the temple. It's dark and there are no lights."

"Cross the Longjin Bridge, behind the Guanyin Temple, there is a sweet water alley."

Xiao Shuo whispered: "There is a shop, the soup cakes are very good."

Yun Lang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Soup cakes." Xiao Shuo had never eaten these, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Dim sum... Dim sum is also very good."

He went to offer incense with his mother, remembering that Yunlang said that he was suffering from drinking medicine all day long, so he went around for some reason.

Originally, he wanted to wait a few more days to buy some and send them to Yunlang while entering the palace to pay his respects.

"Really?" Yun Lang was afraid that he would bluff herself, "I came out to have fun, don't get upset about the crowds, and deliberately lead me to a secluded place..."

"Really." Xiao Shuo tensed his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I, I want to eat."

Yun Lang pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch the little prince's forehead.

Xiao Shuo moved his hand away: "Don't make trouble."

"I want to eat, but the portion for one serving is too small, not enough to eat. Two servings..."

Xiao Shuo didn't look at Yun Lang, lowered his head, and clenched his fists: "One person can't finish it."

Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo with complicated emotions, and reached out to pat him: "Needless to say such details."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"Just in case Uncle Duan hears about it later." Yun Lang said, "It must be said that you didn't eat enough to fight and you would be beaten."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yun Lang lay motionless on the couch for half a month, and finally got into a fight with someone, heaved a sigh of relief, facing the window to the wind, feeling at ease.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moonlight is bright and clear.

There is a thin layer of fresh snow outside the window, reflecting the wind lamp in the corridor, it is extraordinarily clear and clean.

The little prince's face was hot and red, and he was sitting on the side of the couch with his head down, looking out of nowhere.

"okay."

Yun Lang looked at him for a while, and couldn't hold back his joy: "Lead the way."

Xiao Shuo was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him.

"Let's just trust you once, if it tastes bad."

Yun Lang was thinking about food, so he casually touched Xiao Shuo's cloak, picked up a stove and put it in his arms, and took the first step to gather his clothes and go out: "I will definitely settle the score with you."

……

The dream was so rare and peaceful, Yun Lang pulled the corners of his mouth, feeling drowsy, his hands warmed up as if he was holding a stove in his dream.

On that day, he and Xiao Shuo walked in the snow to search for plum blossom soup cakes. After searching for half a night, they couldn't eat them in the end.

The weather was unpredictable, although I bought two copies, it was late and it was already cold.

The little prince was afraid that it would involve his injury, so he insisted on taking it back to the mansion and asking someone to heat it up. No matter who tried to persuade him, he would always say "it's cold, don't let him eat it".

The two argued for a long time, so they had to carry a food box each, and walked back indifferently.

The snow cover is thin, the road is extremely slippery, and the night is thick.

Xiao Shuo didn't step on it for a moment, and he was about to fall, so he subconsciously tried to pull it, but his feet were also unsteady.

……

I don't know where Xiao Shuo got the sudden reaction from his cultivation, he hugged him tightly, sat down on the ground, and didn't let Xiaohou Yun, who had just recovered from his serious injury, fall again.

It's a pity that the two food boxes were too much to eat.

Go back and ask again, the short sale is estimated to be cleared, it happens to be the last two copies.

Yun Lang sighed softly in his dream, suffering from the sometimes sharp and sometimes rough pain in his chest as usual, and it was rare that there was a bit of hypocrisy that he never disdained in normal times.

If it is knocked over, it is gone.

Can't change, can't change, can't escape.

Overwhelmed with water.

A burst of intense pain surged up accompanied by the smell of blood. Yun Lang knew that he must not choke at this time, so he struggled to turn over and coughed up the blood in the dark.

From dim to bright, the eyes become clear little by little.

He was lying in Xiao Shuo's study room, with a water basin beside the couch, and the smell of the medicine was so strong that he felt bitter.

Scar's eyes were red, and he was supporting him tightly. Doctor Liang was holding a silver needle in his hand, and the old master was worried and guarded by the couch.

Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and slowly calmed down.

Xiao Xiaowang has always been the one he takes care of and can't fight. Even at this time, if it is not necessary, Yun Lang still doesn't want Xiao Shuo to see himself like this.

I don't know what kind of medicine was given when I was unconscious, and my mouth was full of bitter aftertaste.Yun Lang was supported by the scar, rinsed his mouth, but was still very tired, so he closed his eyes again.

Just as he was about to lean back, the door of the study was suddenly gently pushed open.

The coolness of the snow just passed by, and all of them were covered outside the door.

Yun Lang was startled, and looked up.

Xiao Shuo stood at the door without looking at him, handed the cloak to Xuan Tiewei, went to the couch and sat down.

Yun Lang lowered his head in a daze, and looked at the food box in his hand for a while.

The room was originally quiet, but now the prince was so intimidated that there was no human voice.The old master hesitated for a while, left Imperial Physician Liang behind, and dragged the rest out of the study.

Yun Lang looked at the food box, but didn't make a sound immediately.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, sat in silence for a while, and said coldly, "You—"

"My lord." Yun Lang: "Are you going to feed the pigs?"

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"This portion." Yun Lang was worried, "Did you round up their cakes? Is there any soup? Is it still delicious? And..."

Yun Lang swallowed dryly: "Can I still eat it?"

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo remained silent for a long time, then reached for a spoon, "You don't have to force yourself to speak."

"It's okay, my chest doesn't hurt anymore." Yun Lang was very free and easy, "Don't delay and say—"

"You don't need to talk." Xiao Shuo said, "It can still piss me off."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang coughed, carefully probing: "Really?"

Xiao Shuo made up his mind not to be provoked by him, took a clean medicine bowl, took out some soup, and scooped a few extra delicate plum blossom cakes into it.

"They put sandalwood in their soup."

Xiao Shuo: "It can dissipate heat and clear the lungs, relieve abdominal pain."

Yun Lang opened his mouth, but pulled the corner of his mouth without making a sound.

"But you can't eat it." Xiao Shuo said, "Your lungs have been injured, and the yin and cold qi are soaked too much. If you eat cold herbs to clear away the heat, the dryness will disperse at the time, and you will feel better, but you will definitely relapse afterward, and the pain will only worsen." sharp."

Yun Lang never thought that he had actually learned some tricks, he was stunned for a while, and after thinking about it for a while: "No wonder..."

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes.

He still doesn't know that Yun Lang has this old disease, and he doesn't know how it fell.However, the imperial physician repeatedly checked the pulse, the injury was delayed for too long, and there were many inappropriate self-medication, and the tendency of serious illness had begun.

This lunatic has taken so many medicines indiscriminately over the years.

I don't know how many wounds I have hidden.

"This one doesn't add sandalwood."

Xiao Shuo didn't look at Yun Lang, suppressed the boundless hatred and hostility, and said in a flat tone, "You can eat some."

Yun Lang was a little embarrassed, smiled, moved his hand on the side of the couch, and went to pick up the spoon.

Xiao Shuo didn't seem to notice, he scooped up a spoonful and put it on his lips.

"..." Yun Lang: "My lord."

Xiao Shuo was unmoved.

"We are like this now." Yun Lang thought for a while, and tried his best to say it tactfully, "It's especially like I've been ill in bed for a long time, and you can't bear to bother me, and you want to poison me to death with a bowl of medicine."

Xiao Shuo suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Yun Lang—"

"It's true." Yun Lang worried, "It's often said among the people that there is no filial son in bed for a long time."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"rest assured."

Xiao Shuo knew that Yun Lang had the intention to raise an argument, so he was determined not to let him get in on him: "If I want to kill you, I don't poison you, just stab through it with a sword."

Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"Besides." Xiao Shuo remained silent for a moment, then said, "If you have been ill for a long time—"

Yun Lang was curious: "What?"

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes: "It's nothing."

He didn't want to say this, seeing that Yunlang still didn't intend to open his mouth, he was a little impatient, and frowned: "What are you waiting for?"

"Wait." Yun Lang looked at the spoon on his lips and pondered, "How long can the prince hold it like this."

Back then Xiao Shuo had never beat him by wrestling his wrists, but now he is holding the spoon for so long, he is still not moving at all, it seems that it is indeed quite beneficial.

Yun Lang wanted to raise his hand to poke it, but he was really exhausted, and continued to pinch his heartbeat to count the time: "Hold on, hold on for a while, let me see..."

Xiao Shuo couldn't bear it anymore, he dropped the spoon and the medicine bowl aside.

Seeing his stern expression, Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

The soup cake was innocent, Yun Lang gathered up some strength and moved his arm quietly, wanting to get the spoon by himself.

Before he succeeded, Xiao Shuo picked up the bowl and ate it by himself.

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang felt that he was the most benevolent, so he struggled to sit up and gritted his teeth: "Xiao Shuo—"

"It's cold." Xiao Shuo said calmly, "You are not allowed to eat."

Yun Lang opened his mouth, and suddenly froze.

Xiao Shuo took out some still warm food from the food box, stirred them again, scooped up a spoonful, and handed it over.

Yun Lang stared blankly for a while, then forced the corner of his mouth to rise, and said in a low voice, "Little Prince..."

"You can procrastinate as long as you can." Xiao Shuo said, "Although his family has sold out today, they will still make it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Yun Lang swallowed dryly, and murmured: "I don't really like food so much..."

"Fuck off the short sale estimate."

Xiao Shuo said coldly, and slowly said: "Splash it once, and I will buy it again."

Yun Lang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and wanted to persuade Xiao Shuo not to scold the shopkeeper's mother, so he raised his head and met Xiao Shuo's gaze.

Full of resentment, boundless hostility.

The dense white bones, the frozen snow tundra, and the winding blood vines sprouted, holding him tightly.

Yun Lang slowly closed his eyes and stood beside the swamp where his bones could be buried peacefully, feeling pain in his heart and lungs.

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo looked at him, "You and I are still alive."

"Alive."

Word by word, Xiao Shuo fell into his ears: "Just don't think about anything that cannot be undone."