Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

The old master stood in the study, eyes darkened.

Yun Lang felt that he had no flaws, held the ginseng soup, and finished speaking with a volume that Xiao Shuo could hear no matter what.

Everything is ready.

Just waiting for Xiao Xiaowang to come back from the window, re-enter the study door, and take the ginseng soup in his hand.

"Young Master Yun."

The old master looked at Yun Lang's determined expression, and made a difficult detour: "So, acting like this, isn't it very thoughtful..."

"I've thought it through." Yun Lang thought deeply, "But isn't this matter big enough?"

The old master thought that this matter was too much to choose. Seeing that Yun Lang was still holding the soup bowl upright, he didn't dare to persuade him any more. He went over to pick it up: "You are not in good health yet, let's put it down first."

"It's okay." Yun Lang leaned back, "Be more solemn, wait for him to come in later..."

Before the words were finished, there was nothing behind.

The window of the study room didn't have a latch, Yun Lang leaned against it, but was caught off guard and fell out of the window.

The old master was so panicked that he almost rushed forward: "Mr. Yun—"

Yun Lang was afraid of spilling the ginseng soup in a hurry, so he instinctively raised himself up, and wanted to save himself, when he was suddenly stopped firmly by his arm behind him.

Xiao Shuo stood outside the window, supporting Yun Lang with one arm, and raised his hand to take the soup bowl in his hand.

The old master: "..."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Xiaowang took over the process of ginseng soup and simplified it a lot.

Without even leaving the window, he circled back and re-entered the door of the study.

The old master knew that all the corners in the mansion belonged to their lord, but he never thought that the corner of the lord could be heard so close, so he didn't know whether to advance or retreat, so he hid his voice under the warm couch.

Xiao Shuo stuffed the fallen General Yun Hui back through the window, looked at the bowl of ginseng soup: "Hot?"

"Yes." Yun Lang coughed, "A little bit."

After getting along these days, Yun Lang has already figured out most of Xiao Shuo's current temper.

If King Tangtang Yan felt that such a trivial matter as blowing soup would lose face, and he would be angry and scold him, so that he could figure out how to measure it, it would be more reassuring.

At this moment, Xiao Shuo's expression was normal and his tone was flat, but Yun Lang felt that something was wrong, so he quietly poked his head to look: "Little prince?"

Xiao Shuo stood outside the window, his eyes fell on him, his eyes were unclear.

Yun Lang didn't have a solid mind, so he avoided it.

The book said that this kind of thing must not be rushed.If it doesn't work once, try again a few more times and try to figure it out slowly.

Yun Lang took it for granted, retreated despite the difficulty, and reached out to pick up the soup bowl: "Forget it, it's actually not very—"

Xiao Shuo lowered his head and blew on the ginseng soup in his hands.

Yun Lang opened his mouth, halfway in a daze.

say hot...

It's nonsense.

The prince personally ordered, how dare the servants not be diligent, the ginseng soup is neither hot nor cold, just right for the mouth.

The ginseng soup, which was neither hot nor cold, was held steadily by King Yan Siping.

Reflecting the moonlight, it blew up a little bit of Qingling ripples.

"Okay." Yun Lang looked at his brows under the moon, shook his head for a moment, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and continued to follow the instructions in the book, "It's really good, it won't be hot..."

Xiao Shuo didn't give it to him, but took a mouthful of soup by himself.

Yun Lang: "..."

With ginseng soup in his mouth, Xiao Shuo took some time to look up at him.

Yun Lang sat stiffly for two breaths with his hands folded, and the heat rose from behind his ears.

Five years away, Young Master Yun has read the story books, so it is undoubtedly a lie to say that he is inexplicably familiar with these plots.

But also... too inappropriate.

Yun Langxu stopped him, and said dryly: "No, there's no need to—"

Xiao Shuo swallowed the ginseng soup: "What is this?"

Yun Lang held back for a long while: "Everything must be... personally."

"You and I, you and I treat each other with all our hearts."

Yun Lang coughed dryly: "Although it stands to reason——I used to belittle you under the moon, but after all, it is a helpless act to act in a hurry..."

"..." Xiao Shuo: "Are you belittling me, or do you have no choice?"

"Naturally." Yun Lang murmured, "After all, you have suffered a disadvantage. So you made fun of this matter back then, and wrote some scripts to tease me...that's all."

Yun Lang broke his heart: "It's really inappropriate to feed mouth to mouth."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"You know and I know about pregnancy." Yun Lang persuaded in a low voice.

Xiao Shuo: "Yunlang."

Yun Lang's face was still hot, so he stopped talking and raised his head reluctantly.

"Just now I pushed the palace for you to bleed."

Xiao Shuo said: "I didn't notice it for a while, and talked a lot of nonsense with you."

Yun Lang thought about it carefully: "Yes."

"Pushing the palace for blood, holding it in my hands."

Xiao Shuo: "Talk too much, it's a waste of time."

"That's true." Yun Lang said awkwardly, "Young master, so—"

"So." Xiao Shuo expressionless, took the ginseng soup that he took, blew it cold by himself, and was stopped after only one sip, "I'm thirsty."

Yun Lang: "..."

The old master came out from the couch, sighed, took the ginseng soup, and served a cup of herbal tea to the prince outside the window.

Things got messed up, Young Master Yun couldn't bear to lose face, and avoided King Yan for three days in a row.

"Several people I followed have moved today."

Xuan Tiewei was used to coming to the Piandian to report, so he presented the wax-sealed secret letter to Xiao Shuo: "The Minister of the Ministry of Punishment replied, saying that the current situation in the court is mostly in the letter."

Xiao Shuo took it and took it apart, and took a rough look.

"The Privy Council and the Political Affairs Hall are now in charge of the military and government affairs. The finances are in charge of the three divisions, and the household department is only in charge of the exchanges between local and central Beijing specialties."

The old master had been with King Duan back then, and was still familiar with these political affairs, so he explained in a low voice: "Although the three provinces and six ministries are still there, they are almost nothing left. Can't help much."

"Useful or useless, you should sort it out first."

Xiao Shuo read it once and put it beside the desk: "Make a copy and send it to the study."

"Yes." Xuan Tiewei responded, "Also, there is a word from the study that Mr. Yun's old department secretly contacted a few."

Yunlang's personal soldiers also brought over the transcribed letter, and Xuan Tiewei took it out together, and handed it to Xiao Shuo: "Young Master Yun said, this matter is confidential, and you must not let outsiders know anything about it, and ask the prince to burn it after reading it." .”

Xiao Shuo nodded: "Understood."

After Xuan Tiewei finished his report, he hesitated: "My lord..."

Xiao Shuo put down the letter in his hand and waited for him to speak.

"Such two letters need to be copied and delivered."

Xuan Tiewei really couldn't figure it out: "Why can't the prince go to the study and directly talk to Mr. Yun—"

The old master's eyes were quick and his legs were quick, and he went over and covered his mouth firmly: "He said that the matter has been reported, please ask the prince to review it."

"..." Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, but did not get angry, he raised his hand to touch the center of his brows: "Go."

Xuan Tiewei was stunned, and wanted to ask again, but was pushed out of the door by the old master.

Xuan Tiewei was born in the army, and all of them are straightforward by nature. In the past few days, many people have come to ask questions.The old master has been accompanying the prince all year round, acting in camera, blocking everything he can.Those who couldn't stop them pushed out the door directly, and up to now, they have pushed out five or six times.

The old master has already made perfect practice and cooked well. When he came back from the door, he looked at Xiao Shuo's face: "My lord..."

Xiao Shuo was distracted, sat for a while, put down the letter in his hand: "Has he eaten yet?"

"Eat." The old master hurriedly said, "It's just that I didn't eat much. We guess... probably because it will snow again in the past few days, Mr. Yun feels uncomfortable and has no appetite."

Xiao Shuo frowned, looking out the window at the gloomy sky.

"Physician Liang came to perform acupuncture, and said that apart from the old injury, it affected the muscles, bones and viscera."

The old master hesitated for a while, and continued to say: "There is still a problem."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Young master Yun refuses to let me go." The old master said, "Emperor Liang said that the lack of Qi and blood in Young Master Yun's body is not just caused by injuries."

Xiao Shuo's expression turned cold, and he didn't have any seizures, waiting for the master to speak.

"Excessive withdrawals, too much waste."

The old master said in a low voice: "There are still depressions and thoughts lingering, accumulating over time..."

Although Mr. Yun is not allowed to say it, but sooner or later the prince will know about it, and the old master does not dare to hide it too much: "Really, it is not because of the five years of escape... On the contrary, it was the time when Mr. Yun went to northern Xinjiang. a year."

Xiao Shuo sat still, his body was silent.

At the beginning, a tragedy shocked the government and the public, and one incident was piled on top of the other, making people so frightened that they could not calm down at all.

Therefore, there are many ambiguities and omissions in the world.

At the beginning, Zhenyuanhou's mansion was full of people copying and beheading, and the momentum was too huge.Few people remember that from the time when King Duan died unjustly in prison, to when Marquis Zhenyuan was pushed out to make amends, and the whole family of the Yun family was executed, there was actually a year between them.

In one year, the court issued five gold medal orders, and it was said that General Yunhui would return to the court.

Yunlang did not return to Beijing unless he was called, and led the Shuofang army to capture seven border cities in bloody northern Xinjiang.

"Although we are basically sure, the evidence that was released suddenly and forced to re-examine the old case was probably left by Mr. Yun on purpose before he left."

The old master hesitated and said: "But why did you release it at that time? If Mr. Yun was asked to take down the last city—"

Xiao Shuo said slowly: "He will die on the battlefield."

The old master shuddered, his expression changed, and he looked at Xiao Shuo.

Xiao Shuo's eyes were gloomy and cold, but he still sat motionless. After a long time, he closed his eyes again and said in a hoarse voice, "Forget about the punishment department."

"There are not many of us at the Ministry of War."

The old master vaguely guessed Xiao Shuo's thoughts, and said softly: "If you act rashly, if you arouse doubts and fears in the palace—"

"Sooner or later." Xiao Shuo didn't take it seriously, and ordered in a low voice, "Prepare a few gifts. At the end of this year, I will visit my father's old office."

The old master frowned: "My lord!"

"Back then... those generals."

The old master gritted his teeth: "I came to persuade you to accept the title and not to overturn the case, but the position is not the same as that of Mr. Yun! Everyone just wants to calm things down, for fear of being involved again..."

"It's understandable to be wise and protect yourself."

Xiao Shuo took the pen and paper and spread it on the table: "It's just a matter of walking around, not mentioning the past, there is nothing to be wronged."

"But they are also feared by the current emperor, and they are all in idle positions."

The old master couldn't figure it out: "What can I do if I go to see you? Those generals have positions but no powers, and they have nothing to say in the Privy Council."

"It's just to listen to some news." Xiao Shuo picked up his pen, "At that time, he was on the execution ground, and he heard some words, and suddenly he didn't want to die... How did those words say?"

The old master didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, he was stunned for a while, and said in a low voice: "Xuan Tiewei disguised himself as hiding in the crowd, he couldn't hear everything."

The old master thought about it carefully, and stumbled hard: "I only heard old Pang Gan say that you are sick, you have... If you have today, there will be no tomorrow. Some people say that you have always been weak, and you are afraid that you will become seriously ill..."

"Not these." Xiao Shuo said, "There are more."

The old master was stunned.

"The emperor is busy dealing with the affairs of northern Xinjiang now, and he has long been too disturbed."

Xiao Shuo wrote a letter of greeting in his hand, and slowly repeated: "As a minister, shouldn't it be right for you to share your worries."

The old master hardly paid attention to this sentence, he was stunned, and looked up at Xiao Shuo.

"Take my business for a while, let him worry about it, make him think about it, and make him unable to let go."

Xiao Shuo said: "I can only forcefully drag him and keep him sick and alive."

"Physician Liang said that it will be good to recuperate after three to five years of careful conditioning."

The old master didn't want to hear this, and said in a low voice, "At that time, even if Young Master Yun can't be free, with the prince leading him, it doesn't matter if he travels around mountains and rivers, or rides horses, rivers and mountains..."

Xiao Shuo stood quietly, he didn't know which sentence he heard, so he laughed.

The old master didn't dare to say any more, kept silent and bowed his head.

"It was just a delusion back then."

Xiao Shuo wrote several times, but his pen was still unstable, so he put it aside: "Now there is no general in the court, except for the Shuofang army, the rest of the forbidden army, regardless of the recruits, are all weak and weak, and have no strength left to fight."

"This matter didn't happen overnight." The old master frowned, "It won't happen overnight..."

"It's just that it can't be changed." Xiao Shuo said, "He also knows it."

Having been on the battlefield all year round and in charge of the Shuofang Army, Yun Lang knows better than anyone else how powerful the current army is.

These years, Xiao Shuo sent people to watch Yun Langtian run from south to sea, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You mean..." The old master was stunned, "Mr. Yun is fleeing everywhere, and still trying to test the strength of the four realms?!"

The old master had lingering fears: "How can such an expert be so bold?! In case of a mistake——"

"If he can test out any force, can dispatch and surround him without loss, and arrest him, then he can rest assured that he will follow my father and the king."

Xiao Shuo said: "Today, you and I won't be able to touch living people."

"..." The old master watched helplessly as the prince accepted his seniority, opened his mouth, and said weakly, "My prince..."

"I can barely keep him alive, but if something happens, I can kill him anytime, anywhere."

Xiao Shuo walked to the window: "At any time, once there is a loss in the northern border, there will be no generals in the court. Guess what will happen to him?"

The old master had never thought about this level, and said in a daze: "Mr. Yun, probably—"

"He'll steal my horse and go home to get his gun."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes: "Young General Yun is very disciplined, so he probably has to try to get some decent clothes, trick his soldiers into staying in the capital to protect me, and ride back to northern Xinjiang alone."

The old master's face was pale, and he was stunned.

"Then, he'll fight a war."

Xiao Shuo smiled: "Fight heartily, vent all the things I've memorized, remembered, and suppressed in my heart all these years."

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and pushed open the window: "When you were in the Temple of the City God, how did you make the blood oath?"

Yun Lang leaned against the window, his face faintly tired and pale, looked at him for a while, and forced a smile.

The old master never expected that the habit of listening to the corner of the wall would spread so quickly. He looked out the window and said, "Young Master Yun?!"

"He promised you to save my life, what did you promise him... Chew up the secrets of the past and swallow them into your stomach?"

Xiao Shuo didn't look at Yun Lang, and continued: "It should be more than that. He is suspicious by nature, this is not enough."

"You should have complied with him and died in northern Xinjiang with these secrets."

Xiao Shuo said: "Now that you have come back alive, you have broken your oath, haven't you?"

"...Xiao Shuo."

Yun Lang said dumbly: "If you are really unhappy, come out and fight..."

"What oath did you make back then?" Xiao Shuo looked indifferent, and tilted his head, "Was it pierced by ten thousand arrows, or shrouded in horse leather?"

Yun Lang's shoulders tensed slightly, he opened his mouth, and lowered his eyes silently.

Xiao Shuo looked at him, his eyes were full of coldness, and the fierce beast that chose to eat people seemed to be able to break through at any time: "Before you left, you left the evidence to the former queen, didn't you?"

Yun Lang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

"The first emperor called you back urgently, not because he didn't trust you."

Xiao Shuo: "It's because if you continue to fight, you will waste your life on the battlefield."

Tired of standing, Yun Lang leaned against his window: "Yes."

"The reason why the former queen chose to trigger the old case at that time was because once the old case was thoroughly investigated, whether you wanted to or not, you had to come back."

Xiao Shuo: "Some things can only be continued after you come back, and you can give me an explanation."

"It's all in the past." Yun Lang raised his head, "My lord—"

"Besides this, there is no second thing that can force you back from the battlefield."

Xiao Shuo said slowly, "I can't either."

Yun Lang's eyes trembled slightly, and he turned sideways, looking at the snowy and bright moonlight in the corridor.

His complexion was worse than when he came here, his whole body was so pale that he could melt into the moon shadow, but he groped again to grab Xiao Shuo's sleeve.

"Nowadays, if there is a war in northern Xinjiang." Xiao Shuo said, "No matter how the capital is, no matter how healthy you are, you will still—"

Yun Lang smiled: "I'll still go."

The old master couldn't bear it any longer, and lost his voice: "Young master!"

"I'll still go." Yun Lang said quietly, "Xiao Shuo, I don't serve the country for the sake of being loyal to the emperor, or make meritorious deeds."

"I was born in a noble family, and I was supported by the people's livelihood since I was a child."

Leaning against the window lattice, Yun Lang slowly counted to him: "Yanyun Thirteen Cities, and behind it is Jizhou. There are 26 households in Jizhou, with 370 people registered. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, live and work in peace... ..."

"These words." Xiao Shuo said, "Why didn't you say it to me?"

Yun Lang was slightly taken aback.

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo looked at him for a while, then smiled softly, "You still think I will force you to choose a path, don't you?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, he stood up and raised his head.

"You never thought of taking me with you."

Xiao Shuo looked out the window, and said in a very calm tone, "Now... I am too lazy to let you correct this bad habit."

"From today onwards, all the news I have heard. From the Ministry of War, from the Privy Council, and from Northern Xinjiang." Xiao Shuo said, "I will give it all to you."

"Fighting on the battlefield and defeating the enemy to win, I am born stupid and can't learn."

Xiao Shuo: "You can garrison soldiers to stop the waste behind from destroying the Great Wall. Even if it's a dog with steamed buns on a leash, it should be able to."

"..." Yun Lang coughed dryly, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't have to be like this..."

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo said slowly, "You said that day, you and I will treat each other with sincerity."

Yun Lang himself almost didn't remember it anymore, he was stunned for a moment, vaguely recalling that he was bewildered by the soup at that time, and for a moment he couldn't choose what to say: "I—"

"Since we are sincere, I will tell you the truth."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes: "If you raise your troops, I will follow."

After all, Yun Lang couldn't stop his words, his chest throbbed, his shoulders tensed a little, and he lowered his gaze.

"It's just life and death." Xiao Shuo said, "You choose."

Xiao Shuo: "Return together, go together."