Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang was caught off guard and hastily closed his eyes.

He lowered his head and sat quietly for a while, gathering half of his energy, and smiled: "Little prince..."

Yun Lang whispered: "It's unreasonable."

Xiao Xiaowang never intended to reason, he remained indifferent, picked up a spoon again, and held it to his lips.

Carry a spoon well, the porcelain is transparent, delicate and white, the first-class top-grade official kiln.

Forcibly, he was taken out of the stern posture of holding a knife and copying a sword.

Yun Lang was afraid that he would stab himself to death with a spoon, so he remained silent for a while, and honestly opened his mouth to eat.

Xiao Shuo fed him a few more spoonfuls and put the bowl aside.

Yun Lang's thoughts were still unfinished: "I'm not full."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and closed the food box.

Yun Lang didn't expect that Prince Yan's Mansion had a new rule of not giving people enough to eat, he was a little stunned, his eyes followed the food box, and was carried away by Xiao Shuo: "Hey——"

"Come back." Imperial Physician Liang came out at the right time, "Your injury is not stabilized now, and your spleen and stomach are weak. You can't overcome it after eating too much."

"Is it still not stable?" Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, and pressed his chest, "I feel much better already."

Physician Liang was suspected of his medical skills by these two evil stars for half his life, and he has gradually detached himself in recent days. He took out a silver needle from his bosom and stabbed it at the much better Young Master Yun.

Yun Lang was caught off guard, his eyes darkened in pain: "..."

"The injury was not serious at first, and it has been recuperated over the years."

Doctor Liang checked the pulse: "The lungs are connected to the heart. The heart and lungs are weak, and there is stagnation that persists. If things go on like this, the natural qi will not resist the blood."

Physician Liang wanted to perform acupuncture for him, and signaled Yun Lang to unbutton his shirt: "When was the first time you coughed up blood?"

Yun Lang didn't know whether Xiao Shuo had gone far or not, so he rolled his eyes and thought about it: "Three—"

Physician Liang pierced it with one needle.

"..." Yun Lang snorted, "Six years ago."

Physician Liang: "When did you get the injury?"

Yun Lang didn't speak this time, just smiled, lowered his head and gently rubbed his chest.

Physician Liang looked at him, frowned, and injected a few more needles into the milder acupuncture points.

Young Master Yun was well-raised in the palace back then, but he has been spoiled to the point of being spoiled all these years, so thin that his muscles and bones are clearly visible, with many scars both old and new.

Especially the knife wound on the chest.

The hideousness lay across his heart, and even though he seemed to have healed up, he still looked extremely frightening.

Armors in the army have heart guards, and there are not many chances of injuring such fatal places.Leaving the battlefield, with Yun Lang's skill, he shouldn't have suffered such an almost fatal injury easily.

He refused to say, and Imperial Physician Liang didn't ask any more, avoiding the old scar, and finished all the injections: "Endure for two hours."

Yun Lang lay on his back on the couch, and sat up in astonishment: "It's been so long..."

"Why didn't you talk for so long when you dragged this injury to death?"

Physician Liang did not soften his heart, and forced him to lie back: "King Yan said, if you don't get rid of your old illness, fifty people will come out of Prince Yan's mansion to tell the story of how the old man failed to cure you in teahouses and wine shops throughout the capital. .”

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang swallowed dryly, thinking of all the rumors he had heard about King Yan before, his mood was complicated: "It's really... very vicious and violent."

Imperial Physician Liang sighed as his body and mind went through vicissitudes.

"Troubled..." Yun Lang pulled the corner of his mouth, "I'm tired of you."

A good imperial doctor, not only believed in twins, but now he couldn't even keep his reputation because he was involved.

Yun Lang was very kind, and thought about it for him: "Do you like the climate in the south of the Yangtze River? I have some old departments over there, and if I raise some money, I can open another medical clinic..."

Doctor Liang's eyes widened: "You don't believe that this old man can cure you?!"

"No." Yun Lang smiled wryly, "I—"

"What are you?!" Imperial Physician Liang scolded angrily, "You just stay in Prince Yan's mansion and take good care of it. It's not like you're hopeless!"

Yun Lang opened his mouth, lowered his head and smiled, and didn't make another sound.

"Seven points of your old injury are indeed dangerous, and the remaining three points are for you to fool."

Imperial Physician Liang looked at him for a while, then calmed down a bit, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know what happened to you, but you don't take your own life as your life, and you ignore your illnesses and injuries, you can see it. "

"I've seen you like this before."

Imperial Physician Liang said: "I feel that I don't have a few days to live, so I won't suffer from the crime of curing the disease. I just choose to do what I am happy with. Procrastinate until the time of death, close your eyes and kick your legs."

Yun Lang coughed, carefully persuading: "Your voice is a little softer..."

"Now you know you're afraid people will hear you?"

All doctors are always annoyed by such patients.Physician Liang glanced at him and packed up his things: "Acupuncture is to open your lungs. If you want the best effect, you have to stand up and walk."

"..." Yun Lang was pinned all over by him, and looked down at his posture as if hugging a porcupine: "Just go like this?"

"Naturally." Imperial Physician Liang was inexplicable, "How about going to the room?"

Yun Lang smacked his lips, guessing that the old doctor was probably angry at Xiao Shuo, so he stopped scolding him, and An Ansheng shut up and listened to the training.

"If it can't be broken, it can't be built. It will cause the old wound to reconnect the blood, and the pain will be ten times more painful than it is now."

Doctor Liang stood angry for a while, seeing that he did not speak, he said again: "You can't use Mabo San, you have to push the blood by yourself."

"Or you just lie down like this." Doctor Liang said, "No matter how you do the acupuncture, it's nothing more than regulating Qi and expulsing silt, stopping the pain for a while."

Imperial Physician Liang: "The old man has exhausted his words, you can judge by yourself."

Yun Lang was dumbfounded, and raised his hand to thank him.

The reputation of Imperial Physician Liang I was still in the hands of King Yan, and he wanted to find a way to heal Yun Lang's injury, so he had no time to be courteous to him, so he left in a hurry.

Yun Lang was stunned for a while, propped up his arms, and lay down while breathing lightly.

The old doctor Liang accidentally got on a pirate ship by mistake, but her medical skills were spot on.

After a set of needles, the pain returned to the pain, and the oppressive pain that had always been entrenched in the chest dissipated a lot.

Taking advantage of his clear mind, Yun Lang closed his eyes and lay flat, slowly calculating in his heart.

The incident happened suddenly, he was too busy to take care of himself, and he hadn't been able to think about the assassin's whereabouts last night.

When he entered Prince Yan's mansion, in the eyes of ordinary outsiders, it was tantamount to seeking his own death.It won't be long before King Yan will kill him to vent his hatred.

Still not at ease, those who are in a hurry to kill him are just really afraid.

Either he was afraid that he would be pushed into a hurry, and he would burn everything, regardless of whether he told the whole truth back then.

or...

Yun Lang thought of those few boxes of copied memorials again, his heart sank, and he frowned silently.

Xiao Shuo was able to kneel down and beg to re-investigate the case back then, and he was never in the temper of allowing others to deceive and coax him. The words he said to him when he was avoiding the rain of arrows undoubtedly started a secret investigation early.

These years, he fled everywhere to save his life, leaving Xiao Shuo alone in Beijing, and he did not know how many clues he found.

Although the rumors are somewhat biased, Xiao Shuo is not as cruel and bloodthirsty as he really is, eating three hundred children every day.But when it comes to the means of action, the one who is extreme, ruthless and unscrupulous always takes the lead.

If things go on like this, the people behind the scenes will become more and more afraid, and sooner or later they will kill the killer.

At the beginning when the killers from the bodyguard department chased after him, Yun Lang was concerned about this, and now he couldn't sit still, and took a breath: "Scar."

Dao Scar stayed outside all the time, entered the study in response to the sound, and walked quickly to the couch.

Yun Lang propped his arms and sat up a bit: "The assassination last night—"

"Respond in time. The brothers and Xuan Tiewei were injured a few times, and they were not serious."

Dao Scar was afraid that he would have to work hard, so before Yun Lang could finish asking, he reported in one breath: "It's just that most of the yard was destroyed... and it was set on fire."

As expected, Yun Lang frowned.

"At that time, the young general was taken away by King Yan." Dao Scar said, "Xuan Tiewei thought that King Yan was still inside, so he was quite frightened."

"The assassin came into my yard when he saw the prince."

Yun Lang pondered: "You just set the fire?"

"Yes." Dao Scar thought for a moment, then nodded, "My lord threw the major general away from the window, those people must have seen it."

The more Yun Lang thought about it, the more he had a headache, he pressed his forehead and sighed.

It was originally a very simple matter.

He endured it a little longer and settled the matter of northern Xinjiang, worthy of the will entrusted by King Duan.

Just let go, chic and happy.

……

Actually involved a lot of trouble.

"The major general is worried about King Yan?"

Dao Scar looked at his expression and guessed, "Those assassins are not only targeting us, but also attacking Prince Yan's mansion?"

"You can see it all." Yun Lang worried, "How can you rest assured?"

"..." Scar hardened his head and persuaded, "King Yan thinks he can protect himself."

Dao Scar didn't want Yun Lang to add any more burden, so he helped him lean back, and said in a low voice: "Didn't the Major General say—those things, as long as you don't say anything, you can keep King Yan safe..."

Yun Lang acted boldly: "I was wrong."

Scar: "..."

"No." Yun Lang sighed heavily, gritted his teeth and stood up, "Help me up and walk."

Scar was shocked: "Just go like this?"

"Otherwise, how about jumping up to the room?"

As soon as Yun Lang stepped on the ground, his eyes turned black, he swayed and managed to stand still, and looked at Scar who was frozen in place: "Why don't you quickly help me?"

Scar came back to his senses and hurried over to help him steady.

What the old doctor said was true, when the blood moved, the old wounds were stirred up, almost more painful than the stabbing in that year.

Yun Lang gasped in pain, ruthlessly, and slowly pushed the blood.

"Major General!" Dao Scar didn't know what he was doing. Seeing Yun Lang dripping with cold sweat, he panicked, "What are you going to do! Why don't you lie down and rest?"

...Naturally good.

Yun Lang's legs were trembling, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and forced himself to take a step.

Originally, I could lie down and rest.

Originally, it wasn't necessary to heal any broken wounds, it was just a few more days to heal, and when he got better, he managed to escape and fight the battle.

Originally, it would be enough to hold on.

He also didn't know what ecstasy medicine was contained in the broken food box that Xiao Shuo brought back.

"I have to watch him..."

Yun Lang gasped in pain: "First...for another five years, let's see..."

Scar froze for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to stare at him.

Yun Lang's eyes were blank, but he still held on with his breath, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat between his brows.

Young Master Yun beat Xiaojin Zunyugui, when he was a child, he ran around in the palace and was knocked by the corner of the table. The queen would ask someone to cut all the corners of the table evenly.

It was that time when I fell off the cliff and almost fell apart, it was Mafeisan's analgesic soup that took the turn.

When did you get this angry.

Enduring the pain, Yun Lang cursed in a low voice, greeted Xiao Shuo's elders over and over again, and walked around the room vigorously.

Dao Scar supported Yun Lang, his shoulders trembled.

He didn't make a sound to alarm the Major General, he gritted his teeth and bowed his head deeply, wiping his eyes vigorously.

Outside the study window.

Xiao Shuo stood indifferently, his body was like iron.

Young Master Yun's greetings to Xiao Shuo's uncles were very rich, and the old master was terrified when he heard it, and murmured: "My lord..."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes.

The old master was afraid that he would get angry, so he raised his head in suspense, and was suddenly startled.

The window of the study room has been torn down and changed several times, but now not only is there no latch, but the sound insulation is also very bad.

Xiao Shuo turned around, took a lamp in his hand, and walked into the garden.

It is inappropriate to talk about the royal family indiscriminately.The old master hesitated for a while, and followed the prince: "Do you want to remind Mr. Yun one or two?"

Xiao Shuo: "Remind what?"

The old master racked his brains: "No, it doesn't have to be like this——"

"In my house." Xiao Shuo said coldly, "Now even if you scold someone, you have to rely on others?"

The old master: "..."

The old master was convinced: "No need."

"Assassin last night." Xiao Shuo didn't want to mention this matter any more, so he stopped, "How many people are still alive?"

"Two or three, tell us to remove our jaws before taking the poison."

The old master thought for a while: "Should we still deal with it in the old way?"

In previous years, there were not so many assassins in the mansion, but there were quite a few spies from various quarters.It can't be cleaned up endlessly, it's like weeds, once a crop is cut, there will be another crop.

Later Xiao Shuo lost interest, but those who fell into Xuan Tiewei's hands were not interrogated, they were all tied up by their limbs and hung on the outer wall of the palace.

Those who were willing to carry them away carried them away in a desperate manner overnight.

Xiao Shuo frowned, and remained silent for a moment: "Don't let go, let's examine clearly."

"Yes." The old master's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly, "Xuan Tiewei has his own means, and those who interrogate Rong Di's scouts will definitely be able to find out."

Xiao Shuo was disturbed, stood for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute."

The old master was stunned: "Do you need to add more methods?"

"No." Xiao Shuo said, "Let go."

"..." The old master: "?"

"Beat half disabled." Xiao Shuo said, "If you pretend you can't see it again, let it go a few times."

The old master was stunned: "How many more times?"

"Three times." Xiao Shuo said, "Try to chase people out of the study, shout and kill, and make more noise."

The old master listened vaguely: "Is it to exercise the physical fitness of Xuan Tiewei?"

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, suppressed his unreasonable irritability, and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

Yunlang has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he was killed among the assassins in these years, and his vigilance has long been buried in his bones.

Even if people are trapped in the study and can't see the outside situation, such a gesture... may not be able to fool them.

It's too real, to attract Yunlang's personal soldiers, and to make Yunlang worry for nothing, it will cause more trouble.

……

Xiao Shuo stood there indifferently, his chest stagnant and stagnant.

He closed his eyes, and for a moment, Yunlang's wry smile when he was tired was in his mind, and for a moment, when Yunlang was completely unconscious, leaning his forehead on his chest, he sighed in relief.

When he put Yun Lang on the couch, Xiao Shuo was almost unconscious.

Yun Lang had carried too much on his back, he was exhausted physically and mentally, sick and bones were torn apart, and he didn't want to endure it any longer.

He couldn't stop him, and he didn't have any position or qualification to stop him.

The time when Imperial Physician Liang was dug out of the bed to the palace and before the medical officer arrived, Xiao Shuo knelt in front of the couch, watching Yun Lang's breath weaken and the blood on Yun Lang's face gradually fade. Going down, even thinking about whether to just release Yunlang like this.

But Yunlang was unconscious on the couch, so he grabbed his sleeve.

The hand that had been warmed was not so pale, and he was drowsy and unconscious, and he pulled his sleeve into the palm of his hand bit by bit.

……

The fabric got tangled up at the fingertips, and it was so tangled that I couldn't pull it off.

Xiao Shuo's eyes were full of blood, watching Yun Lang pulling his hand, his heart and lungs being crushed by a huge boulder, forcing out boundless resentment little by little.

Yun Lang has never tried to stand shoulder to shoulder with others, never tried to tell what he knows, never tried to share the burden on others.

Didn't try to pull him up.

"Looking at the color..."

Xiao Shuo's eyes became colder, he gritted his teeth: "I'm pregnant with twins, yet he doesn't even allow me to move."

The old master didn't understand their lord's mental journey, so his expression changed several times in fright, and he looked up cautiously.

"Those assassins, let them go and chase them a few more times." Xiao Shuo said coldly, "Just run from the road outside the study, and shout at the window when they reach the window, they can't catch up."

"Is it for Mr. Yun to hear?"

The old master finally understood vaguely: "Master Yun thinks that the guards in our house are weak, but in fact we failed to catch the assassin. Master Yun can't let go, so he is not willing to leave?"

"But... will Mr. Yun believe it?"

The old master was a little hesitant: "What if Mr. Yun insists on coming out to help, and just happens to see us running back and forth while shouting..."

"Otherwise, what else can we do?" Xiao Shuo said coldly, "Either you just let go when you are tired of talking, or you have to go to northern Xinjiang to die before everything is healed, how can you stand it?!"

Xiao Shuo frowned, unable to suppress his anger, he said in a serious voice, "Do you want me to take off his clothes and tie him on the couch, lock his hands and feet, pour medicine into his mouth, and beg him to live!"

The old master: "..."

The old master swallowed dryly, and said in his heart that your way of begging for help may be a little wild.

Xiao Shuo's expression was stern, obviously still under rage.The old master didn't dare to offend him, he responded vaguely, and wanted to go back to explain to Xuan Tiewei, but suddenly his feet stopped.

"Why are you dawdling!" Xiao Shuo said coldly, "Go and pick up those assassins! If you can't run, tie the rope and drag—"

The old master held the lantern, feeling a little guilty, he turned around and said, "My lord."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

On the other side, Young Master Yun, who staggered back and forth a hundred times in the room and finally decided to come out to get some air, put on Xiao Shuo's clothes and wrapped in Xiao Shuo's cloak, and was supported by his own soldiers, standing behind the rockery .

Yun Lang looked complicated, and looked at King Yan who was about to strip himself of his clothes, tie him to the couch, and lock his hands and feet to beg him.

Strike first.

Yun Lang didn't ask anyone to support him, but he gathered his strength and staggered over step by step.

Fumbled from the sleeve, found a piece of snack with croton added, and put it solemnly in Xiao Wangye's hand.