Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

King Yan acted rebelliously and absurdly.

In the middle of the night, I left my study alone without wearing my outer robe.

The old master book held his robe and cloak, and led the servants who were guarding the study room. He didn't dare to make a sound, and followed quietly behind with his head buried.

Xiao Shuo was annoyed by being chased, and his expression became more serious: "What are you following me for?"

"My lord." The old master hurriedly stopped, "It's late at night, the weather is cold and the dew is heavy, you—"

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the snow in the corridor.

He was disturbed in his heart, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse. He stood still for a while, waved his hands and screened off the servants.

The old master didn't dare to say much, and bowed his head and waited aside.

"He's outside the residence." Xiao Shuo said, "He stood there for three days and three nights."

"What—" The old master was stunned for a moment, before realizing, "You mean Mr. Yun?"

When King Duan had an accident, the palace was not allowed to re-investigate the old case, and the grievances were overwhelming.

The first emperor felt guilty, he bestowed countless favors, bestowed nobles and crowns, and built the palace, but in a flash, most of the deep grievances and blood feuds in the palace were diluted.

Xiao Shuo received the feudal title and became a noble, no longer tossing about and making everyone feel uneasy.

During those days when the door was closed, the only thing the old master was not sure about and had reported to the lord was the letter of greeting from Young Master Yun.

It's a pity that the post was sent to Prince Yan's mansion, and after three whole days, there was no reply at all.

"You were..."

The old master thought about it, and said softly: "Aren't you also in the mansion, have you guarded Mr. Yun for three whole days?"

The two of them, one outside the wall and one inside the wall, did not move a step, they just stood there in the wind and snow for three days and three nights.

The old master led people to stand on top of the wall, so worried that he almost led people to tear down the wall of the palace.

The past is over, the old master didn't dare to mention it, and advised in a low voice: "Mr. Yun's suffering was probably no less than that of the prince. Standing in the wind and snow, it is hard on the body, but it should feel better in the heart..."

"It's none of my business whether he feels bad or not." Xiao Shuo said coldly, "That's not what I'm thinking about."

The old master looked back at the warmly lit study room, then at the prince who was standing in thin clothes in the cold snowy night, and dared not refute: "Yes."

Xiao Shuo stood still for a while: "When the Imperial Physician Liang left, what did you say?"

"It is said that when Mr. Yun's injury was first formed, he lost his recuperation, and at the same time, the cold and yin evils took advantage of the emptiness to enter. If the knot can't go away, it will eventually become a weak disease."

The old master was familiar with memorization, and he responded in one breath, and suddenly he was stunned: "You mean, Mr. Yun was outside the residence at that time—"

Xiao Shuo didn't respond and closed his eyes.

The less he got angry, the more frightened the old master became. He said in a low voice, "But I'm not sure... the battlefield is dangerous, maybe Mr. Yun is an old wound from the battle?"

King Duan has been through the battlefield for a long time, and has dozens of battle wounds on his body, including almost fatal injuries.

When I was in the mansion back then, whenever it was cloudy and rainy and snowy, the concubine would often call for the imperial doctor to treat the prince's serious injuries and old illnesses.

The old master had seen it a lot, and knew that Yun Lang had an old wound on his body, so he didn't think about it at all.

"You may not know all the injuries on Mr. Yun's body."

The old master said: "I can't tell which time it was, the soldiers on the battlefield have no eyes—"

"The wound on his body." Xiao Shuo said indifferently, "Which one I don't know?"

The old master looked up in astonishment.

The old master swallowed quietly, looked at Xiao Shuo again, his eyes were a little complicated: "How do you know so well?"

Xiao Shuo became more and more irritable when he saw him, and he was annoyed for a while: "Stop thinking about it!"

The old master really couldn't do it, so he bowed his head and said, "Yes."

"He... At the beginning."

Xiao Shuo was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Father taught him that a man is self-respecting and rampant. A few wounds and scars on his body are all men's glory."

Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth, and said word for word, "No, what, what is shameful."

"..." The old master understood, "Mr. Yun has always respected King Duan, so he will naturally think so."

There is still one thing that the old master doesn't quite understand: "This kind of thing should not be shown off to King Duan..."

The old master looked at Wang Ye's expression, and swallowed back the words in time.

"Father fought on the battlefield and was seriously wounded." Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, "He didn't think it was interesting to show off, so he came to me."

"The Yun family was born in the general family, and has had hairpin tassels for generations. What he is good at is surprise attacks from thousands of miles, and one strike on the head of an owl."

Xiao Shuo said: "It's not about fighting openly and openly. He didn't have so many chances of being injured. He grew up in the Jinwu Guard since he was a child, and his movements are very capable."

The old master basically understood: "In this way, it is not easy for Mr. Yun to get injured."

"Anyone who bleeds a little bit or cuts his skin, he can't wait to walk around my eyes ten times or eight times."

Xiao Shuo said angrily: "Once he was shot by an arrow in the shoulder, he was so happy, he threw himself on my couch as soon as he returned to Beijing, and grabbed the neckline to ask me to see..."

The old master Bo Nan: "Then have you read it?"

"How can I not look at it!" Xiao Shuo said coldly, "What if he tossed like that, and the wound opened?! I had to take off his clothes, put him on the couch, put on the medicine and bandage him again, and then let him go. .”

The old master couldn't hear any problems for a while: "You... did the right thing."

Thinking of the past, Xiao Shuo became even more angry and depressed, unwilling to say any more, he brushed his sleeves and even retreated from the master book, and closed his eyes distractedly.

When he was young, Yun Lang suffered a little bit of serious injury, obviously... he would come and scream and toss the whole house to restless.

I don't know where I developed this broken problem.

Toss with him, pretend to be with him.Hiding the injury and not telling him, he couldn't stand still, and he had to swallow his blood back.

Obviously he has no energy, just to make him happy, he still has to quarrel with him like in the old days.

"..." The old master couldn't explain it in words: "Mr. Yun deliberately quarreled with you in order to make you happy?"

"What else?" Xiao Shuo said coldly, "With his current strength, he directly blasts me out, locks the doors and windows, and keeps me cold for a few days without saying a word. Wouldn't it save energy?"

The old master opened his mouth, said nothing, and nodded.

The old master hesitated for a while: "Then... are you happy?"

Xiao Shuo's expression became more and more gloomy, and he stood quietly on the porch, turning his head sideways.

The old master looked at it for a long while in astonishment, convinced him, went over quietly, and put on the cloak that Mr. Yun threw out of the window on the prince's behalf.

The old master quietly walked away, and dragged his servants to remind him: "My lord is happy today, please don't disturb me, just warm some wine and bring me here."

The servant was puzzled: "Did the lord win the quarrel with Mr. Yun?"

The old master: "...No."

The servant fulfilled his duties: "Will the prince go back to the wing to sleep tonight?"

"..." The old master said, "No, the wing room is connected to the study room, and Mr. Yun lives there."

The servant wanted to ask again: "My lord—"

The old master covered the servant's mouth with a stern voice, threatening in a low voice: "If you talk too much, go to the porch to shovel snow."

The servant shut his mouth tightly, saluted, and trotted to warm up the wine.

The old master let out a sigh of relief, and sent the rest of the people back to the study to wait, and accompanied the cloaked prince to the vacant reception hall in the mansion.

Yun Lang was ordered to reflect, and ate a plate of snacks and two fruit plates in the study, and drank a small cup of extremely warm rice wine.

Now that his Qi and blood are exhausted, he thought that he would not feel drowsy at night after sleeping through the day, so he leaned on the warm couch in the study for a while, but he did not feel that he fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already bright outside the window.

Yun Lang sat on the couch, looking at the warm water towels and morning meals delivered to him, he couldn't help thinking for a moment.

The old master came to see him and helped him with a cup of Tang Zhanmei soaked in honey molasses: "Mr. Yun, what else can you do?"

"It's nothing." Yun Lang took a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth, "If I can't reflect on myself, will I have to be locked up here forever?"

"That's natural." The old master nodded, "The prince was so angry last night, you can't figure it out, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave later."

Yun Lang couldn't figure it out: "Then I won't leave."

There is food and drink in the Wangfu study room, and the care is meticulous and comprehensive. Even if you are bored, there is still a shelf full of books.

Xuan Tiewei changed back to controlling exits and not entering, except for preventing him from going out, Dao Scar and others reported back and forth, and they were not hindered at all.

Yun Lang couldn't figure out Xiao Shuo's mind for a while, he rubbed a few brand-new "Gao Zi Jing" and "Xi Xian'er", and hid them under the cushion.

"You should reflect on it." The old master whispered, "After all——"

Yun Lang was curious: "What after all?"

"After all." The old master was apologetic, "If you reflect on yourself, the prince will come back."

Yun Lang: "..."

The old master: "..."

"Oh." Yun Lang pressed his forehead, "Forget about him."

The old master felt tired for a while, and turned around and severely warned several servants who were serving him, never to tell the prince what he said.

Yun Lang returned to the couch, opened the window and sat down: "How should I reflect? I know I was wrong, and I will definitely live up to his intentions in the future, not misunderstand his original intention, think about everything a few times, don't misunderstand, don't—"

Young Master Yun was proficient in introspection since he was a child, Wen Siquanyong opened his mouth and spoke for a long time, especially fluently, before the old master realized it: "Young Master Yun...wait a minute."

Yun Lang stopped talking: "Want to write?"

"No." The old master hurriedly waved his hands, "My lord is really annoyed... I'm afraid it's not this."

Yun Lang was curious: "What is that?"

"Although the prince is not happy about this matter, Mr. Yun was willing to quarrel with him at that time, so he was not angry."

The old master himself felt that this was really inexplicable, so he said it bravely, and said: "The prince is annoyed, it is because you have something to hide from him."

Yun Lang was startled, but didn't answer right away.

"Last night, the prince mentioned..."

The old master knew that this could only be done slowly, so he cautiously said: "Six years ago, it was snowing heavily, and you stood outside the mansion for three days and three nights."

Yun Lang was dumbfounded for a while: "It's been a long time, why bring this up."

"At that time, it's not that the prince doesn't want to see you."

The old master whispered: "Yes... Duke Qian has come."

Yun Lang frowned, did not speak, and gently twisted his sleeves.

Pei Du, the Duke of Qianguo, was also a veteran of the three dynasties and once in charge of the Imperial Army.

Even though he has gone to court to become an official, he is still a first-class nobleman, and he is the third division of Kaifu Yitong.

Princess Duan is the only daughter of Duke Qian.

"When the accident happened, Lord Qian was not in the capital by chance, and he rushed back all night and night, but he didn't make it in time."

The old master said: "Even if you are furious, there is no way to recover."

The old master looked at him cautiously: "After that, Duke Qian... also went to inquire about some things and asked some people. It is confirmed—"

"Identified Zhenyuanhou's Mansion." Yun Lang said, "It must be inseparable from this matter."

The old master said in a low voice: "Yes."

"I'm afraid it won't stop." Yun Lang pondered for a while, "I probably heard that our soldiers surrounded Chenqiao and hijacked the imperial army, so that the rescue was not in time. We broke into Yushitai and forced King Duan. To encircle and suppress Duan Wang's mansion and return to Beijing relatives..."

"Young Master Yun!" The old master interrupted, frowning, "Why do you—"

"What's the matter?" Yun Lang smiled, "It doesn't matter."

With a calm expression on his face, he leaned back and looked at the scenery outside the window: "If I had put all these things in my heart, I would have died long ago."

The old master was full of sadness and said in a low voice, "Blame me, I shouldn't have mentioned this."

"It's okay. I was also surprised at how Xiao Shuo spoke that passage so proficiently."

Yun Lang coughed twice, took a sip of Tang Zhanmei, and couldn't help frowning: "It's too sweet."

"Let's change it now." The old master hurriedly called someone to clean it up, "The well water is stagnant, should we add snow water or..."

Yun Lang smiled: "Well water is fine too."

The old master hurriedly shook his head: "Mr. Yun must have suffered when he was wandering abroad. Now that he is back in Beijing, he should make good use of it."

Yun Lang was stunned for a while, leaning against the window, his lowered eyes twitching the corners of his mouth.

Dao Scar once mentioned to him that Xiao Shuo refused to believe the rumors in Beijing, so he went all the way from Shuofang Daying to Zhenyuan Hou Mansion.

When he came to ask for someone, he tried to tell Prince Xiao a story of blood and deep hatred, but he was also interrupted.

In the study, Xiao Shuo found explanations for Yun Lang one by one.As if venting his anger, he asked Yun Lang bitterly if he thought he would believe those random rumors like others.

Yun Lang closed his eyes.

"We all know that there must be difficulties in what happened back then."

The old master was afraid that he would affect his heart, so he hurriedly said: "My lord told us that Mr. Yun went to Yushitai to save people at that time, but there was a mistake. The bandit incident was for the rescue—"

"I know." Yun Lang smiled, "It's this paragraph, he recites it... smoothly."

In these years, Xiao Xiaowang did not know how many people he had argued with, how many times.

"Duke Qianguo is a warrior. He hasn't been able to ride a horse or go to the battlefield these years, so his temper will not change."

Yun Lang didn't want to say any more about this, so he pulled back the topic: "Knowing this, you will definitely regard me as your life and death enemy, and want to wait for an opportunity to kill him before you go."

The old master hesitated to speak: "No..."

Yun Lang was wrong: "No?"

"No... waiting for an opportunity." The old master said truthfully, "Master Qian knew this, so he went to your house that night with a knife in hand."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang had some lingering fears: "Didn't you use the knife?"

"Then the prince went to stop him." The old master whispered, "I chased him to the door and stopped Duke Qian."

Yun Lang silently frowned.

"Duke Qian was furious, and scolded the prince in the street for being disobedient and unfilial, for being a son of man in vain."

The old master: "In a fit of anger... I made a move."

Yun Lang suddenly raised his eyes, supported himself, and then sat up stiffly: "Where is the injury?"

"It's not heavy." The old master hurriedly helped him, "After all, the old master loves the junior, and his subordinates have a sense of propriety..."

Yun Lang couldn't continue breathing, and he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Where did it hurt!"

"The prince didn't fight back, but was stabbed in the shoulder by the old Duke."

The old master had no choice but to truthfully say: "After seeing the blood, the old Duke couldn't do it after all... Annoyed and annoyed, he took people away."

Yun Lang was supported by him, his chest rose and fell, and he closed his eyes.

"It's true that the injury is not serious, it's just a flesh injury, and it will be healed within half a month."

The old master was afraid that he would hurt his mind, so he hurriedly assured: "It's just that the old Duke has been at the mansion for a few days. The prince wants to go out to see you, but he is afraid that the Duke will harm you."

"Although I never went out." The old master said softly, "My lord has stood with you for three days inside the walls of the mansion..."

"I know." Yun Lang closed his eyes, and slowly adjusted his breath, "At that time, I still had eight or nine out of ten kung fu, and I knew right away that he was standing on the other side of the wall."

The old master was stunned: "You know?"

"I wanted to stand for a whole day." Yun Lang gritted his teeth, "That idiot has been standing, and I'm too embarrassed to leave."

The old master: "..."

The old master didn't really want to know this paragraph, so he reluctantly opened his mouth: "My lord, my lord doesn't know—"

"That's all." Yun Lang breathed out, opened his eyes and sat up straight again, "You suddenly told me this, are you asking about my injury?"

The old master's thoughts were suddenly pierced by him, and he lowered his head embarrassingly.

"At that time, my foundation was not bad, and I had a good birth in the palace for more than a month, and it was snowing for three days, nothing."

Yun Lang said: "It's the bitter cold on the battlefield, and I'm tossing myself... so that he doesn't have to think about it."

The old master still wanted to ask, looked at Yun Lang's face, lowered his head and swallowed all the words: "Yes."

"As for where the injury came from." Yun Lang said slowly, "Only you can't find out. If you want to know, ask your lords to come and strip me of my clothes, tie me to the couch, and ask me personally."

"..." The old master was shocked physically and mentally: "Aren't you afraid that the prince will really do this?"

"I'm afraid." Yun Lang thought about it all night when he returned home, and the plan was very thorough, "So when he grabbed my collar, my old injury would flare up because of the fright, and my chest hurt so badly that I couldn't breathe."

The old master: "..."

"If he continues." Yun Lang said, "I will pass out and lose consciousness."

The old master Bo Nana: "You... have made up your mind not to tell the prince, have you?"

Yun Lang felt at ease: "Yes."

The old master tried his best, took the seat cushions, and supported Yun Lang to rest on it.

"Duke Qianguo..."

Yun Lang hadn't thought about this level at first, but was a little moved by the director's mention: "In this way, Prince Yan's mansion is not completely an isolated island in the court."

"That being said." The old master smiled wryly, "Duke Qian has not accepted things from the mansion these years, and the two families are strangers, and have not moved around for a long time."

"Everything is man-made." Yun Lang mused, "If I'm going to apologize..."

"Absolutely not!" The old master hurriedly waved his hands, "Before you speak, the old master will have already split you in two."

The old master remembered hearing Dao Scar mention it, and hesitated for a while: "Do you have the princess' last letter? If you can show it..."

Yun Lang said lightly: "It's burned."

The old master was slightly startled, and hesitated for a while: "The former king—where is the token of the former king?"

Yun Lang: "Buried."

The old master: "..."

"Back then - when you were in the Town God's Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, you used your inside information and the spiritual position of the former king to force that man to swear an oath to protect our lord."

The old master said: "Swearing is useless, you..."

"Burn into ashes, mix blood into wine."

Yun Lang: "Drink it."

The old master was speechless.

Yun Lang was still thinking about Duke Qian's affairs, so he knocked on the window to call his own soldiers in, and gave a few casual orders.

The old master stood in a daze for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong, and interjected with a frown: "All these certificates have been completely destroyed. You never thought about it before, if there is today, how to explain—"

Yunlang spread his hands.

The old master's throat tightened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You, didn't you think about explaining?"

The more the old master thought about it, the more afraid he became:

"If our lord doesn't believe it..."

"If you don't believe it, you don't believe it." Yun Lang smiled, "I'm not a child, and I've been wronged, so I cry and want someone to hug me."

The old master was speechless, and offered him a cup of hot ginseng tea, which he placed lightly by Yun Lang's hand.

"His injury." Yun Lang finally remembered the knife that the master said, "It's really healed, and there are no sequelae?"

"Indeed not." The old master hurriedly shook his head, "I'm not going to hide this from you, it's really just skin and flesh."

Comparing his heart to his heart, why Yun Lang refused to tell the reason for this injury, the old master can actually roughly guess: "If it is serious enough to you, even if you ask yourself, we won't tell."

"Why is it just me..."

Yun Lang laughed, and sat up with his arms propped up: "I want to see your lord."

The old master was startled: "Now?"

"Just say that I have reflected on it and realized my mistake." Yun Lang nodded, "Tell him not to sleep in the side hall tonight, and come back to the study."

The old master: "..."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang himself felt that something was wrong: "How did you get to this point?"

"Probably." The old master said with difficulty, "Since childhood, you and the prince... are used to it."

Every time they quarreled, Young Master Yun would be thrown out of the study like a thunderbolt, and as time passed, it became a habit.

The prince walked out of the study door very skillfully.

"Inappropriate." Yun Lang has often introspected recently, determined to correct his mistakes, "Call him back now."

The old master was a little hesitant: "I'm afraid the prince is still angry..."

"It's okay." Yun Lang said, "Just say that I didn't sleep well and my chest feels very uncomfortable. I'm afraid it's an old injury."

The old master was in a dilemma, looking at Yun Lang hesitantly.

"Don't worry, tell him the truth as soon as you get to the door, and admit that I told you to tell the truth."

Yun Lang patted his chest: "I'll take care of the rest."

The old master made up his mind, and in response, he risked his life and led people to run to call the prince.

There was no one in the house, and it was quiet for a while.

Yun Lang supported the edge of the bed, slowly bent over, and rested quietly on his knees for a while.

Those three days and nights separated by a wall on both sides of the palace were suddenly pulled up from the depths of memory without reason.

On the last day, the snow has actually stopped, the sky is high and the air is crisp, the wind is clear and the clouds are clean.

The three days of heavy snow completely buried the last trace of blood in the capital, and buried everything under the fresh snow.

He leaned against the wall, listening to the movement inside the wall.

The end of the new year is approaching, and people in the streets and alleys not far away are setting off new whips happily, and the smell of firecrackers is mixed with the smell of new wine on the street corner.

In the new year after the snow, it seems that nothing has ever happened, and nothing has ever been lost.

Yun Lang leaned on the edge of the couch and coughed twice.

Wisps of pain stirred along the blood vessels, bringing out the biting chill of the wind and snow in a trance.

Yun Lang closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, suppressed the churning discomfort, raised his head and wanted to move around and let his blood flow, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Xiao Shuo stood outside the door, breathing unsteadily, his eyes fixed on him.

Yun Lang waited for a while, then looked outside the door: "Where's the old master?"

"I'm old and my legs are too slow."

Xiao Shuo said in a deep voice, "Not feeling well?"

"No." Yun Lang coughed lightly, "It scares you."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"I have something to do with you, I'm afraid you won't come."

Yun Lang didn't give him a chance to get angry, so he waved: "Close the door, come and sit down, and discuss with you."

Xiao Shuo's expression was unclear, he stared at him for a moment, then closed the study door behind his back, and walked over.

"In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve."

Yun Lang regained his energy and sat up: "For the palace banquet to watch the year, the princes who have been released will also return to Beijing. I remember that Lord Qian is in Zhuozhou, and he will come back as usual..."

Yun Lang lowered his head, looked at the arm pulled by Xiao Shuo, and coughed: "I'm fine, you don't have to feel my pulse every now and then."

"I can't let go of my heart, and I don't want to listen to this."

Xiao Shuo said lightly, "Don't worry about me, just say what you want."

Yun Lang opened his mouth and looked at Xiao Shuo, suddenly his limbs writhed in pain.

The old master said that on that day, Xiao Shuo heard that Duke Qian was going to the Hou's mansion with a knife to seek revenge, so he immediately chased him.

At that time...he was actually no longer in the Zhenyuanhou Mansion.

During the day and night of confrontation with Marquis Zhenyuan, in order to keep himself awake, Yun Lang used internal force to shock his heart several times.After the incident, he fell down and passed out, and when he woke up, he was already lying in the palace.

Empress Xian took him into the palace, forced him to lie in bed to recover from his injuries, and found the forbidden army tiger talisman on him.It was strictly ordered that General Yun Hui was not allowed to step out of the palace gate, and no news from outside was allowed to spread.

The Tai Hospital circled him, and there was a thick stack of prescriptions that had been dropped.

After half a month of raising Yun Lang, he got down from the couch, received a cloak bestowed by the emperor, and accompanied him to meet a prince who broke into the palace.

……

It should be after that that Xiao Shuo went to stop Duke Qian.

Yun Lang had been ordered by the emperor to persuade Xiao Shuo, and in front of King Duan's spirit, he advised him to give up and be conferred the title of noble.

At this point, between the two of them, there is no more love to talk about that day, and there is no more words to say.

Yun Lang closed his eyes and let out a low breath.

He couldn't figure out why, until that time...Xiao Shuo still believed him.

Can't help but say, unreasonable.

There is no evidence that can be found at all, and there is no clue that it can be turned around.Even when Yunlang himself accepted the order and did those things, he would occasionally be in a daze, wondering whether he had become the same person as those conspirators behind the scenes.

The old past, old wounds and ailments, are stirred up together.

Yun Lang closed his eyes, feeling pain in his heart.

"What's going on?" Xiao Shuo frowned, "You adjust your breath first, straighten out your blood—"

Yun Lang whispered: "Xiao Shuo."

Xiao Shuo looked at him, frowning and remained silent.

"Your shoulder." Yun Lang was worried after all, and reconfirmed, "Is it really all right?"

Xiao Shuo didn't know what the old master had said to him: "What shoulder? Your pulse is unstable now, shut up first—"

"It's fine." Yun Lang didn't talk nonsense, took his arm and protected it behind his back, "Stay for a while."

Xiao Shuo's eyes froze fiercely and fell on him.

Yun Lang closed his eyes, pressed against Xiao Shuo's shoulder, and wiped off the warm steam without any trace.

"Where did you learn it?" Xiao Shuo's expression turned cold, "You really want me to write a storybook, don't you? I don't know what you have learned these years, General Yunhui—"

"Shut up." Tangtang General Yunhui leaned on his neck, "Don't move."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yun Lang let out a low breath, and relaxed his shoulders a little.

"Little prince, I am wronged."

Yun Lang leaned against Yan Wang, who was as motionless as cast iron, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Hold me for a while."