Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang leaned quietly and never moved.

After the injury, his body was weak, his strength was low, and his mind fluctuated unsteadily. He couldn't hold on for long, and most of his strength was on Xiao Shuo's shoulders.

……

It didn't have much weight.

Xiao Shuo sat quietly, listening to Yunlang's breath gradually calm down from the rush and scattered, and then slowly changed back to the breath-adjusting and restraining-qi of the inner family technique.

"Okay." Yun Lang slowed down a bit, coughed lightly, "You—"

"You have been here all these years." Xiao Shuo said, "Is this how you came here?"

Yun Lang was startled: "What?"

"If you're tired, hold on, if you can't hold on, hold on."

Xiao Shuo said indifferently: "I really can't take it any longer, it doesn't matter where I fall, take a breath and recover, so that I can push myself to death again."

Yun Lang's shoulders were slightly sluggish, he was silent for a while, and laughed: "What and what..."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, ignored his nonsense, and raised his hand to untie Yunlang's skirt.

Yun Lang: "...Little Prince."

Xiao Shuo frowned: "What are you doing?"

Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo, coughed, and raised his hand to grab his collar.

When I conceived with the old master, I had already figured it out.

If Xiao Shuo really dared to pick off his clothes, he immediately pretended to be sick and then died, trying to scare Xiao Xiaowang's three souls and seven souls away from nine and a half.

But the current atmosphere... probably isn't very suitable.

He had just properly adjusted his breath, and his complexion was much better than when he was disturbed just now, and Xiao Shuo would undoubtedly not believe it if he passed out again.

"It really doesn't matter." Yun Lang was strategizing when planning, and now he could only lean back against the window, holding his collar firmly in his hands, "The injury has healed early, don't look, you—"

Xiao Shuo's expression sank, and his eyes were dark: "When you were young, you didn't have the problem of not allowing others to see you."

"I have it now." Yun Lang had just reflected on it, and was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say that you don't want me to pretend to be like I used to be in order to coax you..."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"Therefore."

Yun Lang corrected his mistake when he knew it was wrong, firmly tugged at the neckline, and was extremely firm: "It is absolutely impossible to tell you to see the wound."

Xiao Shuo was determined not to be angry with him today, so he endured it and said in a deep voice, "Let go!"

Before the assassin broke into the palace at night, and when the imperial physician was performing acupuncture, Yun Lang lay silently on the couch, the blood could not stop bleeding from his lips, but the brows were tired and relaxed.

At that time Xiao Shuo was standing by the couch, his ears were empty, and he couldn't tell what was going on next to him.

Now that Yun Lang has finally been dragged back a little bit from the edge of death, no matter what, he can no longer be fooled around like this.

Xiao Shuo suppressed his anger, looked at the rare real vitality in Yun Lang's eyes at this time, and resisted not to care about him: "I don't want to fight with you...untie it by myself!"

Yun Lang was startled when he heard this, and secretly thought that Xiao Xiaowang is really not what he used to be, he still shook his head resolutely, and glanced back at the half-closed window without any trace.

Xiao Shuo looked at Yun Lang's guarded expression, his chest was filled with murderous intent, his hands trembled, and he turned his back.

Yun Lang... What happened back then when he became like this.

How many things were pressed on Guo Yunlang's shoulders, and he was pressed so hard that he couldn't breathe at all, forcing him all the way into a dead end with no return.

Clenched teeth and swallowed blood, and endured a lot of heart-breaking and bone-cutting pain.

Xiao Shuo scanned the dossiers on the bookshelf, firmly suppressing the monstrous murderous intent towards the master messengers behind the scenes, his body was as cold as iron: "Yun Lang—"

Yun Lang pushed open the window, stepped on the window lattice, and ran out without looking back.

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yunlang's physical skills are exquisite, he used to break branches to pick osmanthus in front of Baojin Building, now jumping through a small window is as easy as pie.Leaping over the Xuantiewei outside the window, stepping on the snow and moving around, he turned up the edge of the hall lightly and skillfully.

Xuan Tiewei couldn't stop him, Qiqi looked up in astonishment, staring blankly at Young Master Yun on the roof.

Yun Lang squatted on the eaves, still clutching his collar, looking down with extra vigilance.

Xiao Shuo also came out from the window, swung the black iron guard back, and raised his head: "Come down."

General Yun Shao clanked his bones and took two steps back: "I don't."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, stood still for a moment, and forced his thoughts out of the past.

"I see that you are much better than when you just returned home."

Xiao Shuo said: "It's not proper in broad daylight, come down."

General Yun Shao dared to act boldly, and moved a few more steps: "I don't."

Xiao Shuo looked at him squatting on the edge of the hall, although his chest heaved a little, but he coughed up blood without moving again, closed his eyes, and said patiently, "You are not wearing a robe, the roof is cool."

"Just to get some air."

Yun Lang made up his mind to fight him to the end, weighed Xiao Shuoyin's sleeve arrows on his wrist, and slowly backed away: "I knew you would really know how to practice this thing, so you shouldn't have given it—"

Before the words finished, Yun Lang was caught off guard, and suddenly his feet were empty.

Xuan Tiewei was startled, and rushed to catch it, but Xiao Shuo raised his hand to stop him.

Yun Lang didn't notice for a while, he didn't realize that the tile under his feet had been hollowed out in advance, and he had no time to react when it fell.

Instinctively, he crossed his arms to protect his head and chest, and was ready to fall, but as soon as he fell to the ground, he suddenly fell down again.

……

The bottom of the pit is soft and covered with thick cotton fur.

Yun Lang sat on the bottom of the fur-padded pit, feeling emotional, as if in a lifetime.

Xiao Shuo walked slowly to the edge of the pit and looked down at him.

"Little Prince..." Yun Lang really couldn't figure it out, "Did someone step on your roof all these years?"

Xiao Shuo said indifferently: "No."

"Someone came to the study to spy on the news?" Yun Lang pondered, "You remember the old methods and apply what you have learned..."

"To guard against assassins." Xiao Shuo said, "You should wear it on the sharpened stake right now."

Yun Lang: "..."

After years of not seeing each other, the little prince is ruthless.

"Then you have been in the past five years." Yun Lang really couldn't figure it out, "Not only repairing the palace, but also repairing these pits from time to time?"

Yun Lang deliberately reminded Xiao Shuo to pay attention to the expenses of one or two houses, and find out where the money for repairs was spent: "Your house—"

Outside the pit, Xiao Shuo said calmly, "Yes."

……

Yun Lang was complicated physically and mentally, and for a moment he wanted to go back and look through the "Book of Teaching Children" he had just bought.

"These years." Xiao Shuo propped himself up on the edge of the pit, and squatted down, "The cotton pad and fur underneath here are changed every half a month. There is a dark pit on your right, and a small altar of green bamboo leaves is buried."

Just as Yun Lang was about to speak, he was suddenly startled and frowned slightly.

"More than a month ago." Xiao Shuo said slowly, "I just asked someone to redo the roof of the house, and I took out a tile every few places."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and looked at him calmly: "You can step on a few more eaves and find out what kind of wine is in each pit."

Yun Lang was stunned for a while, but he didn't hold back, and smiled lightly with the corners of his mouth.

He lowered his head, probed twice, and slowly groped out the exceptionally delicate stone blue wine jar.

"Come on."

Xiao Shuo stopped talking nonsense with him, stood up and called for someone: "Get General Yun Shao——"

"Xiao Shuo." Yun Lang supported the bottom of the pit, looked up at him, "When I returned to Beijing, I originally wanted to come to your house."

"Catch it."

Xiao Shuo's eyes were condensed, his expression was still indifferent, and he said down, "Change clothes——"

"Wandering for three days." Yun Lang smiled wryly, "I will finally have no face to see you."

Xiao Shuo's chest heaved violently, he turned around suddenly, and looked down at him.

"After the first emperor's great journey, in the past year, just to find my trace, the Shuofang army went through the sieve six or seven times."

Yun Lang said: "Those who have secretly helped me escape, and those who have doubts, will be suspended for investigation. If there is any evidence, they will be brought back to the capital and handed over to the Department of Guards for criminal interrogation."

Yun Lang was silent for a moment, then said softly: "There are seven or eight who never came back."

Xiao Shuo's eyes were icy cold, he motioned for Xuan Tiewei to retreat and wait for others, surrounded the study, and listened to him quietly.

"Joining the army...Jing Canjun, Uncle Duan's aide, the one who helped you raise rabbits."

Yun Lang said softly: "I was taken back to the capital for interrogation, and when I came back, there was only a blood-stained iron plate left."

"The power of the Privy Council has grown stronger, the imperial army has been recruited, and soldiers are recruited from all over the world. Only the Shuofang army is still under the control of the Ministry of War."

Yun Lang: "Nowadays, the Ministry of War has no real power, and the position of minister is still vacant. The military rations and supplies are losing money day by day."

"Uncle Duan Wang's last wish, one is to protect Shuo Fang's army, and the other is to protect you."

Yun Lang coughed twice, and smiled wryly: "Shuofang Army was protected like this by me, you—"

Yun Lang held the small jar of wine, couldn't continue, and smiled.

More than a month ago, Xiao Shuo specially asked someone to repair the roof.

These years, Xiao Shuo had been watching his tracks. He heard that when he returned to Beijing, he asked people to evacuate the tiles, put wine in the pit, and kept the window of his study open day and night.

Yun Lang exhaled softly and closed his eyes.

Xiao Shuo is indeed quite different now from the past.

Back then, the young grandson who was so mature and so rigid that he was like a little old man is now moody and temperamental, as if his foundation has been emptied, and he is poured with monstrous hatred.

But he still couldn't stop thinking about what Xiao Shuo looked like sitting in the study during the three nights when he finally found out that he had finally returned to Beijing after five years.

His stature must be much sharper than when he was young, and he might be frighteningly cold. If anyone disturbs him, he will be pulled out and hung on the wall.

But he remained motionless, watching the open window.

The news came that he had appeared in front of the bodyguard department and bound himself voluntarily.

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo stared at him, his hostility surged uncontrollably, and he said coldly, "If you make up your mind to use your old friendship to fool here—"

"Can't go up." Yun Lang raised his head, "I have no strength left."

Xiao Shuo's shoulders trembled fiercely, his eyes almost blotted out with blood, his chest heaved and heaved, and he stared at him intently.

It seems to hide boundless violent killing intent.

"I have the ability."

Yun Lang flicked away his killing intent, and slowly said down: "Come down, fish out the young master, you and I will see the real chapter on the chessboard..."

Xiao Shuo sternly said, "Yun Lang!"

Yun Lang pulled the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes, and leaned back.

Before he could be sure, Xiao Shuo had already descended to the bottom of the pit, raised his hand to seal his mouth, and grabbed Yun Lang back into his arms.

The old master ran to the study panting, and Xiaohou Yun was lying on the couch, and the last layer of his clothes was slowly untied by King Yan.

The old master was taken aback, and said in a daze, "My lord—"

Xiao Shuo's eyes were cold, and the killing intent was still hesitating, so he glanced at him coldly.

The old master shuddered, quietly shrank towards the door, and greeted in a low voice: "Mr. Yun?"

Yun Lang lay flat on the couch, An Ning waved to him: "Long time no see."

The old master: "..."

The situation in front of him is really unpredictable, the old master is not at ease, and he bites the bullet: "How... so we have come to this point?"

Yun Lang spoke clearly and firmly, with strong bones, he would rather die than let Xiao Shuo take care of his wounds.

The old master looked at Mr. Yun's eyebrows and eyes at this time, and there was a vague sense of seeing through the world and detached from the fate.

The old master was terrified, looked at Xiao Shuo who was almost devouring, and tried to persuade: "My lord, Mr. Yun is not in good health, he can't stand..."

Xiao Shuo was impatient, frowned and said coldly, "I never hit him."

The old master let out a sigh of relief, and nodded again and again: "Yes, it's always inappropriate to fight this kind of thing."

When he was furious at the beginning, Xiao Shuo wrote the scriptures by himself, but now he didn't know what the old master was thinking, and said angrily, "Stop thinking about it! I never touched him, it's—"

Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth, instinctively he didn't want to tell these people about Yun Lang sitting in the pit and being soft-spoken and asked him to carry him out.

Unlike the momentary rest on his shoulder, when he reached out to hug Yunlang, he felt the strength in Yunlang's arms.

Still firmly separated by something across, but still able to detect, struggling and weak strength.

Yun Lang not only grabbed his sleeve, but... reached out and shook his arm.

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, not to ask himself to think about it, and said coldly, "It's what he wanted."

The old master: "..."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Xiao Shuo was getting more and more annoyed by seeing him, almost going to have a fit, Yun Lang poked his head out in time: "Yes, yes, I am willing."

The old master took a step and nodded hastily: "Yes, Mr. Yun himself is willing."

Yun Lang helped him with a few words, and he felt that he was doing his best, lying flat on the couch, looking at Xiao Shuo happily.

"..." Xiao Shuo was suppressing his anger, and reluctantly strangled Yun Lang to death, and ordered the old master: "Go... boil some ginseng soup, keep it warm, 20 years old, cut into three slices and fry into a cup."

The old master didn't dare to touch bad luck, so he quickly responded and went down to give orders.

Xiao Shuo turned back, ignored Yun Lang's teasing, and looked down at the old injury on his heart.

It is a scar that is so obvious that it cannot be ignored at all.

After such a long time, the face has undoubtedly healed.The ferocious knife marks were entrenched in his heart, and he could imagine the tragic situation at that time almost without thinking about it.

"Your injury." Xiao Shuo was quiet for a while, and then said, "How many times have you been torn apart?"

Yun Lang didn't want to be interrogated by him, but thinking of Xiao Shuo in the study at that time, his heart softened for a moment, and he had reached this point, so he could only vaguely say: "I don't remember, there were three or four times..."

Sitting by the couch, Xiao Shuo took a cloth towel soaked in hot water, wrung it half dry, and wiped the old wound carefully for him.

Yun Lang was so quiet that he felt guilty, and hesitated for a while: "Five...five or six times?"

Xiao Shuo ignored him, took the medicated oil, smeared some on his palm, and warmed it up.

Yun Lang pondered: "Seven or eight times..."

He was imprisoned in the palace at that time and was not allowed to go out, and he was worried about the situation at Xiao Shuo's side, so he risked his life and ran out whenever he had the chance.

It is not easy to get up from the couch, even dodging and rushing, being held down and struggling desperately, the injury is never closed.

I have been raised in the palace for more than a month, and I can't count how many times I have broken away.

Yun Lang was not afraid of Xiao Shuo's hostile and murderous intent, seeing that he was silent now, his aura was so restrained that he didn't show it, but he was not at ease: "Little prince?"

Xiao Shuo raised his hand, covered his heart, and slowly pushed it away.

The warmth of the palm burned down, Yun Lang was caught off guard, groaned, and hastily held back.

"Don't bear it." Xiao Shuo said, "Speak out when it hurts."

Yun Lang was not very happy: "That's so embarrassing."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on him.

"Didn't you do the same back then?" Yun Lang suddenly remembered, "The two of us sneaked out to watch the fireworks on New Year's Eve, and we were arrested by the Tai Tuo, who beat you on the board, and you endured it without saying a word..."

"..." Xiao Shuo couldn't understand how he could be so righteous: "It was you who forced me to press my vagus acupoint and carried me out to watch the fireworks secretly."

Yunlang murmured: "Really?"

Xiao Shuo didn't care about him, closed his eyes, and continued to concentrate on pushing and kneading the medicinal oil.

Yun Lang thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Taifu interrogated you, but you refused to admit it, insisting that you dragged me out."

"The next day is the martial arts performance in front of the Palace of the Three Armies."

Xiao Shuo looked at him: "I won't take it for you. The dignified general Yunhui was spanked twenty times and squatted on the horse for review?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth, couldn't help but think about it for a while, and couldn't hold back, he let out a breathless laugh.

Xiao Shuojing looked at him for a while, then his hands eased a little, and slowly pushed away Yunlang's stagnant Qi and blood along the texture of the bone gap.

"I didn't finish talking to you about Lord Qianguo at that time."

Seeing that his expression softened slightly, Yun Lang picked a serious matter and said in a slow voice: "At any rate, it's your grandfather. If you have a chance, you should try to make peace with the Duke."

Xiao Shuo was in a hurry to get his pulse at that time, so he didn't think about it carefully, only now he listened carefully to what Yun Lang said: "No need."

"Xiao Shuo." Yun Lang persuaded patiently, "You know better than me the current situation in Prince Yan's Mansion, isolation—"

"There is no way to ease this matter." Xiao Shuo said, "It's not that I don't want to, and you don't need to worry about it."

Yun Lang stopped talking and muttered silently.

Xiao Shuo didn't want to talk more about it with him, so he took a hot cloth to wipe off the medicinal oil, and poured another kind into his palm.

"Duke Qianguo." Yun Lang said, "Do you want my life?"

Xiao Shuo suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him firmly.

"I haven't finished talking, don't worry." Yun Lang pressed Xiao Shuo, not to make him explode, "The old man was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and he said he wanted me to pay for my life. I really vomited blood and hugged his leg and cried, but he didn't Willing to do it..."

"..." Xiao Shuo said coldly, "Will you go?"

"No." Yun Lang couldn't think any more, and held his forehead, "It's too embarrassing."

"Now that you know it, you don't have to think about it."

Xiao Shuo withdrew his gaze: "I am in the court, and I am not as isolated and helpless as you think."

"Do you have connections?" Yun Lang was slightly taken aback, "Which one? How did you get around?"

"Don't ask too much." Xiao Shuo pushed him back, "Now you only care about curing your illness and healing your wounds. Since I've made up my mind to make a move, naturally I won't just burn down the shop—"

Yun Lang guessed: "Ministry of Punishment?"

Xiao Shuo paused his arms slightly, turned his back, took the cloth towel and wiped the medicated oil on his palm.

Yun Lang looked at him, and for a while there was a silent heat in his chest, and he turned his head to the pillow and buried it.

"At that time..." Yun Lang coughed and suppressed a smile, "If it wasn't for being blessed to the heart and feeling pregnant, would something else happen?"

"The guillotine has been tampered with and cannot fall down."

Xiao Shuo said: "If the guillotine does not fall, there must be grievances. Although the Ministry of Punishment has been suspended for many years, it still has an old power—"

"All criminal cases for review will be handed over to the Ministry of Punishments first, and then approved by the Dali Temple Yushitai."

Yun Lang asked softly: "The Heavenly Prison of the Ministry of Punishment is yours?"

Xiao Shuo remained silent for a moment, did not deny it, and gave him a half-hearted look: "It's a pity that I'm in the house, and I'm happy to have a precious son."

Yun Lang couldn't hold back, he choked out of laughter, and coughed almost out of breath while supporting himself.

"Most of the Ministry of Punishment has now been emptied and has no real power. Except for trying to find me out, the rest may not be enough."

Yun Lang supported himself and turned over, avoiding the wind, coughing and laughing:

"You——you still have to deal with the court, and you and I will have a game in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, the end of his eyes was lightly pressed by his fingertips, and he was startled unconsciously.

"There are too many problems." Xiao Shuo looked at him, his eyes darkened, "Crying if you want to, is it embarrassing?"

Yun Lang held his breath and was silent for a while, lowered his eyes and smiled, boldly: "Yes."

Unusually, Xiao Shuo did not get angry, and stretched out his hand to cover Yun Lang's skirt, and stood up.

The old master happened to come in with ginseng soup in his hands, seeing Xiao Shuo seemed to be going out, he was stunned for a moment: "My lord, where are you going?"

"I'm here, he's not feeling well."

Xiao Shuo took the cloak: "I just pushed the Qi and blood, lie down for two hours, I'll come again."

For a moment, the old master almost thought that he had come at the wrong time, he was in a dilemma, hesitating to find a crack in the ground, Xiao Shuo had already left the door.

The old master was so regretful that he held the ginseng soup and looked at Yun Lang on the couch: "Mr. Yun—"

"Shh." Yun Lang made a false gesture, listened carefully for a while, and gestured out the window.

The old master was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, his eyes lit up: "Yes."

The prince heard the corner not once or twice, the old master was relieved, Le Diandian divided out a bowl of ginseng soup and served it to Yunlang.

Yun Lang was not in a hurry to drink, he lifted the cushion and took out the "Book of Teaching Children".

The old master: "..."

When Dao Scar brought the book in, although the old master was surprised, after thinking about it carefully, he guessed that Yun Lang probably wanted to do a fake show, to make the pregnancy more realistic.

……

But he never thought that Yunlang really bought it to see it.

The old master had a vague premonition, put down the ginseng soup, and whispered: "Young Master Yun, look at this..."

"He's temperamental now, sensitive and thoughtful."

Yun Lang waved his hand and whispered, "Let me see what to do."

"..." The old master watched helplessly as Yun Lang turned to the page "Pediatric Years · Children's Parenting Experience", his eyes were dark, and he barely stood still: "You... are you looking for it from here?"

"There are a few more, I'll look back later."

Yun Lang used the oil lamp to do the math: "The "Book of Rites" says that ten years of life is a child, and learning. Is the year of schooling a child ten years old?"

The old master was old and dizzy, and looked out the window.

Yun Lang read a few pages carefully, and he probably had a plan in mind, so he closed the book and stuffed it back under the pillow.

According to the book, at this time, the child leaves his parents, begins to learn literature, explores the world, and is born with a heart of self-reliance.

It is the time when the mind is sensitive and awkward.

If you educate him at this time, you can try to ask him to do some simple and small things within his ability, and praise him more after he is done.

Yun Lang hid a good book and searched around.

His qi and blood have all been pushed through, and now his chest is neither stuffy nor painful, and the old wound that has been troubled for days is also slightly warmed by the medicated oil, and it is no longer painful as it used to be.

The house has been meticulously tidied up, the warm couch is comfortable, the cushions are soft, and the lamps and candles on the table are neither dim nor dazzling.

The sweet soup is simmering on the red clay stove, and the dim sum is placed on the table, with eighteen kinds of fillings, both sweet and salty.

Yun Lang: "..."

Although the method was good, Xiao Shuo didn't give him any room to use it.

"Young Master Yun." The old master really felt that something was wrong, pressed his chest, and advised him tremblingly, "Think twice..."

Yun Lang was thinking twice, nodding his head in deep thought, when he happened to see ginseng soup by the couch, his thoughts moved.

……

Xiao Shuo put on his cloak, and without asking Xuan Tiewei to follow, he walked to the window of the study.

The window is safe and the candles are warm.Yun Lang leaned on the couch, through the window, he could vaguely see a shadow.

A living shadow that will not dissipate even if you encounter it.

Xiao Shuo stood for a while, his chest rising and falling gradually.Lowering his head, looking at the place where his arm was held by Yun Lang, his sharp shoulders slowly relaxed, and he stretched out his hand to touch it lightly.

Inside the house, Yun Lang sat on the couch, talking to the master.

It's not a dream, and it's not some kind of absurd delusion.

After tossing for most of the day, it was getting late.It was windy and cold in winter, and Xiao Shuo stood in the twilight of the setting sun.

He stood with his eyes closed for a long time, looked up at the steady candlelight in the study, and broke free from the boundless darkness of blood.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, trying to calm down his expression.

He had already forgotten how to be gentle, and tried several times, but still couldn't find a way.Irritability surged up again, so I simply gave up and walked to the window.

Yun Lang was talking to the old master: "This ginseng soup is really good, neither thick nor light, and the color is bright."

The old master: "Yes."

"The vintage of 20 years is well chosen."

Yun Lang: "If it's longer, I won't be able to bear it, and I won't be filled. If it's shorter, it won't work anymore."

The old master: "Yes."

"Thin slices are also very appropriate."

Yun Lang: "If you cut too much, the power of the medicine will be wasted. If you cut it thicker, you won't be able to completely force out the power of the medicine."

The old master: "... yes."

The figure in the window moved, sat up, and leaned against the window.

Xiao Shuo stood quietly for a while, his eyes gradually softened, and he leaned against the window.

"It's just." Yun Lang said, "It's too hot."

The old master: "Yes..."

Yun Lang finally found the little things that Xiao Shuo could do, and his words were correct and his speech was clear: "Can I ask King Yan to come back and blow it up for me?"