Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

A wise man has a lot of worries, and there is bound to be a mistake.

Yun Lang coughed, looking at the dim sum in Xiao Shuo's hand, feeling a little complicated.

Xiao Xiaowang's hand was very steady, he still raised his heart and waited by his lips, raised his eyes, and there was some silent questioning in his eyes.

"No—" Yun Lang swallowed dryly, "Isn't it right?"

Yun Lang retreated half a point, and humbly said, "Physician Liang said that my spleen and stomach are weak, so I can't eat more."

"It doesn't matter a little." Xiao Shuo said, "I have a sense of proportion."

Yun Lang thought in his heart that what is in your hand is not measured, it is clearly a croton, staring at the dim sum: "I... don't want to eat right now."

Xiao Shuo was slightly surprised: "There are still times when you don't want to eat?"

Yun Lang: "..."

If it didn't affect the blood and it was too painful, Yun Lang really wanted to jump up and punch King Yan himself.

Xiao Shuo obviously didn't see General Yun's great wish, so he stood quietly for a while, and said again: "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang still stared at Dim Sum: "What's the matter?"

"Some things." Xiao Shuo said, "If you don't tell me, I don't have to ask."

Yun Lang coughed, and thought to himself that you'd better never ask, and when we meet in the latrine when we turn around, it's just as if you and my brother were destined by fate.

He didn't answer, Xiao Shuo didn't care, and continued: "At the beginning, the father passed away, and the mother and concubine committed suicide."

Yun Lang frowned and raised his head.

"I am confused and ignorant, I can't be entrusted to you, and I put all the burdens on your shoulders."

Xiao Shuo said calmly: "Through the matter now, if you think I can go the same way, you should tell me what you should say, and when the time comes, you should tell me."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes: "If you still don't believe me, you think I'm stupid and uneducable..."

Compared with King Yan's violent temperament, Yun Lang didn't want to see him belittle himself so much, frowned, and interjected: "You—"

"I can only tie you up."

Xiao Shuo said slowly: "I want to know something, so I tried to force you to say something."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang said blankly, "Oh."

Seeing his expression, Xiao Shuo smiled, took the snack back, opened the paper bag and put it in.

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, subconsciously: "Wait—"

Xiao Shuo rewrapped the paper bag: "What did you add?"

"Crotou." Yun Lang said awkwardly, "When did you know?"

"The second time I give it to you, you still refuse to eat it."

Xiao Shuo said: "Depending on your temper, if this food is okay, you will not only eat it, but also jump up and bite my hand."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes to take time off.

Yun Lang tensed for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back, he lowered his head and smiled: "What and what..."

He had made up his mind to be mighty and unyielding, and would rather swallow the snacks than give in, at this moment his chest suddenly felt sore for no reason.

Something seemed to be indestructible all the time, unknowingly loosened, and the burnout was quietly leached out.

Yun Lang exhaled and straightened his cloak: "My lord."

Xiao Shuo looked at him.

"If it's okay, I'm going back to the yard."

Yun Lang said: "Send the assassin to me, and I will tell you after the trial understands."

"Don't run after Manfu."

Yun Lang laughed: "Don't worry, I can't go anywhere right now, I'm still waiting for Doctor Liang to prick me with a needle."

Xiao Shuo was silent for a moment, then nodded, turned around and gave orders to Xuan Tiewei.

"Also." Yun Lang kindly instructed, "You still have a few pieces of snacks left in your house, don't eat them either."

"..." Xiao Shuo: "What did you add?"

"I've added everything that can be added." Yun Lang was embarrassed, and coughed lightly, "You also know that medicine powder is too easy to spill, and it's not easy to store..."

Xiao Shuo took a deep breath, not letting him care about it, and exhaled little by little.

Yun Lang accepted it as soon as he saw it, and cupped his fists at him.

Wrapping the cloak tightly, asking the soldiers to support him, he got into the warm sedan chair.

After one night, Xuan Tiewei returned to his study from the other courtyard and brought back the assassin's confession.

"How did the trial go so quickly?"

Holding several pages of paper, the old master was a little stunned: "What method did you use? You really opened your mouth and asked so many..."

Xuan Tiewei still had lingering fear in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then bent down and knelt down.

Xiao Shuo sat in front of the window and said softly, "Say."

"Yes." Xuan Tiewei said, "Young Master Yun doesn't allow us to look at it, he just told us to wait outside the courtyard."

"Before we sent people there, I don't believe there are more methods, and we have also tried military methods."

Xuan Tiewei: "Those assassins are so tough that they never even frowned."

Xuan Tiewei said: "We tied him up and sent him to Mr. Yun's yard. Within two hours, outside the yard, we heard shouts from inside..."

Xiao Shuo: "What are you shouting for?"

Xuan Tiewei whispered: "Please die."

Xiao Shuo put down the confession in his hand, sat quietly for a while, and looked out the window.

"Young Master Yun used... all the methods used by the Guards Department in Yushitai Prison to deal with Young Master Yun?!"

Only then did the old master come to his senses, and his heart tightened: "Those assassins are well-trained, and they only survived for two hours... Mr. Yun was interrogated for a day and two nights!"

The old master's heart was chilled, and he didn't dare to think carefully: "How do I survive..."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and looked at the several plates of snacks on the table.

Under the late emperor's knees, Young Master Yun has always been the most favored. Ever since he was brought into the palace and pampered and raised as a prince, he has never suffered the slightest bit.

During the few years when they got acquainted with each other, Xiao Shuo was still a teenager, seeing Yunlang's food and clothing costs, he used to persuade him a few times with a gentleman's food and drink.

After persuading Yun Lang, he walked back and forth in front of him several times with a bag of delicacies and a gourd of fine wine.

General Yun Shao was so precious that he couldn't bear the slightest grievance on the battlefield.

The gun needs to be the best, the horse needs to be big and good, and the saddle needs to choose the best leather.

When running thousands of miles to fight a battle, you have to ask someone to carry the three cooks given by the emperor on the horse.

When the DPRK and China were discussing wars and see-saw peace talks with Rong and Di, it was the time when the frontiers were covered by heavy snow.Yunlang led troops to sit on the border, and felt that the border was bitterly cold, so he almost couldn't suppress his temper for a time.

If it wasn't for the fact that the first emperor bestowed the most precious white fox fur from thousands of miles away, and barely coaxed people away, General Yun might have taken people to raid the lair on the opposite side.

"My lord." The old master regained his composure and hesitated for a while, "Mr. Yun..."

"He won't tell." Xiao Shuo said, "He just doesn't want others to know."

The old master also understood, but he was panicked after all, and whispered: "Yes."

With arms hanging by his side, Xiao Shuo remained silent for a long time, then slowly loosened his clenched fists, and suppressed the boundless cold murderous intent in his eyes.

After Yun Lang examined these things, he directly asked Xuan Tiewei to give them to him, which meant that the things the assassin pried out were extremely important and could not be ignored.

"Over the years, we have met in our house." The old master counted in a low voice, "The Guards, Privy Council, Dali Temple, Grand Master's Mansion..."

Xiao Shuo read the papers word by word, put them on the brazier, and lit a corner: "There is still one thing missing."

The old master was startled: "Which one?"

Xiao Shuo watched the pieces of paper burn, let go of his hand, and dropped all of them into the brazier.

The old master stared blankly, then suddenly came back to his senses, and whispered: "Today—"

"The assassin is from the Grand Master's Mansion."

Xiao Shuo said calmly: "I have confessed a few places of their secret eyeliner, all of which are shops in the middle of the capital, and some of them are related to the events of the past."

The old master hadn't heard him say this for a long time, and after thinking about it for a moment, his eyes lit up: "Your lord...do you want to move?"

Xiao Shuo: "Come here."

The old master looked at him, his chest was burning silently, he nodded repeatedly, and trotted around to call for someone.

Prince Yan's mansion is closed, and he neither walks with courtiers nor interacts with outsiders, and has almost lived in seclusion in Beijing.

King Yan did not invite misfortunes, but misfortunes never ceased.The near-fatal danger of death has been encountered more than once or twice in these years.

The old master was in suspense, and finally waited until Xiao Shuo was willing to try to plan and fight back.

The old master was nervous and excited, called his family to wait, and came back quickly: "Someone is calling, you—"

"These places." Xiao Shuo wrote a note and threw it down, "I will burn it tonight."

The old master: "..."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes.

"You—" the old master hesitated to persuade, "whether to plan again..."

Back then when King Duan was involved in the battle for the heir apparent, the old master saw it and probably knew about it.

It's all painstakingly planned and step by step.

Expanding power in the treacherous court situation, competing with each other, fighting openly and secretly.

……

He ran to burn other people's shops without taking the first step.

"Father is careful at every step." Xiao Shuo said, "Isn't it also impossible to save my life?"

"..." The old master couldn't pick out any mistakes in the prince's words for a while, and was stunned for a while: "Yes, it's just..."

"Prince Yan's Mansion acted arrogantly and unscrupulously."

Xiao Shuo said lightly, "The more rebellious I am, the more at ease they feel."

The old master was stunned for a while, then he whispered: "Yes."

"Besides." Xiao Shuo lowered his gaze, "The more rebellious I am—"

The more rebellious and perverse he is, the more unbearable he is, the more likely Yun Lang will survive.

In recent years, Prince Yan's mansion seems to be hiding from the world, but in fact, it is almost stared at by all parties, and cannot have any involvement with the court situation.

The honor is extremely high, but it is actually a tree without roots.

Xiao Shuo is not very sure whether he can fight for a way out.But if Prince Yan's mansion is really completely overthrown, the more crimes there are, the more difficult it is to write...

The greater the chance of Yunlang surviving.

There is a lack of a general who can lead the army in the court, and now the northern border is uneven, and sooner or later the war will resume.

It is actually not the best way to completely bury those unbearable past events and kill Yun Lang.

It was precisely for this that the bodyguard division tortured Yun Lang.

Forcing Yunlang to reverse the case, forcing Yunlang to involve Prince Yan's mansion, as long as King Yan is destroyed, Yunlang can still be his General Shuofang...

"My lord." Seeing his expression, the old master was faintly startled, "Why did you remember this step first?"

The old master carefully said: "If something happened to you, Mr. Yun was in prison back then, wouldn't he have suffered those crimes for nothing..."

Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth fiercely, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and pressed it several times again.

He had tried his best to suppress it from just now, but he couldn't suppress it any longer, and his bitter anger finally surged up, and he flipped the chessboard: "Who made him suffer like that!"

The old master fell silent for a moment and shrank aside.

"Where's the rogue energy in the weekdays?!"

Xiao Shuo said coldly: "It's such a good time! If you are punished, you will be punished. If someone uses this again to threaten his life, will he give his life too!"

The old master deliberately reminded Mr. Yun that he almost gave it away, but he accidentally became pregnant with your twin. Seeing the furious prince, he swallowed dryly, shut his mouth and hid in a corner.

Blessed to his heart, the old master suddenly remembered the day when Mr. Yun was arrested back to the capital and thrown into Yushitai Prison.

Xiao Shuo was alone in the study, shutting the door and smashing all the treasures on the treasure shelf.

The old master hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Your weather is actually Mr. Yun..."

Xiao Shuo got up and went out with a flick of his sleeves.

The old master was taken aback, and stopped the murderous prince who was leaving the door desperately: "Where are you going?"

"Go and give him a long memory." Xiao Shuo said coldly, "If you don't learn well, you should be taught a lesson."

"It's time to teach you a lesson!" The old master hurriedly chimed in, but slipped cautiously, "It's just that Mr. Yun is not in good health, so please show some mercy..."

Xiao Shuo sneered: "I'll be merciful, let him roll back in a place where I can't see him, and get hurt all over?"

The old master didn't dare to speak anymore, and desperately gestured to the servants at the door to inform Mr. Yun.

Xiao Shuo's anger has been suppressed for too long, he was distracted by accident a few times before, but this time he was angered by the methods of the guards, and he committed several crimes concurrently.

The old master ran along worriedly, watching Xiao Shuo's murderous intent, he pushed open the gate of Young Lord Yun's courtyard, and went straight into the house.

The old master did not dare to follow in, hid outside the door, and secretly looked inside.

The room was dark, only one lamp was lit, and it was very quiet.

Yun Lang was lying on the couch, and was violently pulled up by Xiao Shuo by his collar.

……

Yun Lang reluctantly opened his eyes and half woke up from the dream: "Xiao Shuo?"

Xiao Shuo's eyes were gloomy, and he fixedly looked at him.

Yun Lang yawned: "You were imprisoned too?"

Xiao Shuo frowned: "What?"

Yun Lang fell into a drowsy sleep, and was not very awake for a while, so he patted him: "It's okay."

Interrogating those assassins today, Yun Lang knew that he would not be lenient, so he walked through according to the way he was tortured in his memory.

The effect is very good, but when I lie down to rest, the scene in the dungeon appears again in my dream.

At one time, the paper covered his face layer by layer, and at another time, he covered his face with a cotton cloth, and buckets of water were poured down violently.

Yun Lang lay down for a while, but couldn't sleep well, so he got up and took a medicine to calm the nerves and help sleep.

The dream at first was very good, and after dreaming and dreaming, Xiao Shuo fell into a dream somehow.

Dreaming about Xiao Shuo... would be even better.

Yun Lang was very satisfied with the medicine given by Imperial Physician Liang, and noticed that Xiao Shuo's body was cold, so he picked up the quilt and wrapped him up together: "Come on, warm up."

Xiao Shuo was full of anger, and was wrapped tightly by the young master Yun: "..."

"Don't worry about it." Yun Lang said, "Go to sleep."

Xiao Shuo didn't wait to set the rules, he was admonished by him firstly, his expression turned cold and he was about to speak when his eyebrows frowned suddenly.

Yun Lang slept comfortably, his brows stretched out, probably due to the warmth in the room, his face was rarely as pale as it used to be.

Because of the simplicity, Xiao Wangye carried him to the corner of the couch, so he curled up and dragged him: "Come here."

Xiao Shuo looked uncertain, looked for a while, confirmed that Yun Lang really hadn't woken up, and slowly let go.

"There is not enough space, don't bother..."

Yun Lang was very sleepy, tossed a few times, picked up Xiao Shuo's arm that was getting in the way, and put it behind his back: "Make it easy, hold it."

Xiao Shuo's shoulders were slightly stiff.

He held his breath and sat quietly for a while, and moved his arms, trying to make Yun Lang lean more steadily.

Yun Lang frowned and muttered, "Don't move."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Young Master Yun was used to sleeping in thick velvet and warm fur, and felt that this cushion was barely satisfactory, so he was no longer picky, regardless of whether he was fast asleep.

……

The old master was afraid that the prince would be angry, so he accidentally tore down Mr. Yun, and with Xuan Tiewei, he carefully poked a hole in the window paper and looked inside.

The room was dim, and the only lamp on the table was like beans.

The prince who came to set the rules was sitting on the couch, his body was like cast iron, and he remained motionless.

For some reason, she was wrapped in a quilt.

Lying quietly in his arms was the little duke who was sleeping in the dark, sprawled all over.