Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

The old master couldn't let go of his heart, carefully put away the scriptures written by the prince himself, and when he went to visit the young master Yun, he took a special look at Yun Lang's expression carefully.

"Anything else?"

Yun Lang just got the needle, and sat up with his clothes covered: "But what's inconvenient in the palace, ask me to take care of it outside?"

"No, no." The old master rushed over to stop him, "You are still sick, lie down any longer... Be careful if you catch the wind again."

"No fuss, good morning." Yun Lang didn't take it seriously, "The prince has entered the palace?"

The old master nodded: "I entered the palace at three o'clock in the unitary hour, our house is closer to the palace, and the footsteps are faster, and we will arrive in less than a moment..."

Yun Lang smiled: "I know."

The old master was stunned for a moment, seeing Yun Lang's still indifferent expression, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, he regretted for a while: "Yes... When it comes to talking about this road, you are the most familiar person."

Even when King Duan was there, he brought his son to the palace to pay his respects, but Young Master Yun didn't come from the palace as often.

From the palace to the mansion, there are several roads and several roofs. Yunlang is so familiar with how to avoid the inspection of the forbidden army, and which is the most bustling and bustling.

"Exactly." Yun Lang didn't think about it, he was still leaning against the window and calculated in his mind, "What time is it now?"

"Haishi, the prince is probably already in the Daqing Palace." The old master was stunned, "Do you have any arrangements?"

"Naturally." Yun Lang pushed open the window and knocked twice, "Scar."

The old master didn't have time to react, and watched as Dao Scar carried a stranger whose identity he didn't know, and then turned in from the window and landed on the side of the warm couch.

The old master was scared out of his wits, and almost exclaimed: "What, who—"

"It's not a person." Yun Lang interrupted in time, "It's a cover, just pretend you didn't see it."

The old master didn't have time to pick his eyes, and stood in the corner of the wall in a daze, watching Dao Scar help Yun Lang up, and then put the things he was carrying on the couch.

It was dim outside the window, and the accident happened so suddenly, the old master couldn't see clearly for a while.At this time, if you look closely, you can see that it is just a dummy made of cotton or straw.

"You—what are you doing with this?"

The old master was a little uneasy, and tremblingly said: "My lord had something to say when he left, he told you to lie down on the couch safely, if you run around, you must, you must..."

Yun Lang leaned to the side, watched Scar carefully place the dummy on the couch, and exercised his skills a few times: "What must happen?"

The old master didn't dare to say anything, and took a peek at Mr. Yun's buttocks.

"Now, if I push it, it will fall, and if I touch it, it will shatter. He must not dare to make a real move."

Yun Lang took a small jade bottle from Dao Scar's hand, poured out a green water pill and chewed it, confidently: "Take something to vent your anger at most. When he smashes it, you just don't move to the side."

The old master wanted to say that the prince might not be what he used to be. Seeing Yun Lang's determined expression, he swallowed dryly, and tried to persuade him in a roundabout way: "The prince said that there is him in the matter outside, so don't you follow along."

The old master has a heavy responsibility and dare not neglect it.Focusing on guarding the door and window, he tried his best to persuade: "Didn't you lie on the couch well a few days ago?"

"A few days ago, if I went out to find someone, I would be looking for a dead end."

Yun Lang didn't avoid him: "Let the little prince know, I am really afraid that he will get angry and stab me himself."

"..." The old master was getting old, and pressed his chest: "You, you say something gentle..."

"Today's is very gentle." Yun Lang stretched out his hand to support the master, and smiled at him, "He wants to live with him, so I'll find a way to live, is it serious?"

The old boss said nambly: "Although, but—"

"I saw you too, the prince is watching, I can't go anywhere."

Yun Lang said in a good voice: "He has a title, and on the bright side, he is staring at him everywhere and restraining him every step of the way."

Yun Lang sighed softly: "I want to do something, I searched the mansion, but there is no one who can help me."

The old master pierced his heart with an arrow: "Yes..."

"But now, although we have made plans, it means the court."

Yun Lang: "But how he thinks and what plans he has made, even you, the master who watched him grow up, know very little."

The old master was persuaded by him in a daze, and when he understood it inadvertently, he became more and more disappointed: "I am incompetent, and I can't share the worries for the prince..."

"It's not your fault either." Yun Lang comforted him patiently, "Blame him, he handles everything on his own, and I don't want to discuss it with you."

"How can you blame the prince for this!"

The old master was completely abducted by his words, and he stumbled and said: "The court is dangerous and murderous at every step, the prince clearly does not want to implicate everyone in the mansion!"

"Exactly."

Yun Lang nodded at the right time: "But even if you understand this truth, it is inevitable to be disappointed and resentful in your heart."

The old master was full of regret and resentment, unable to speak, and stood where he was.

"It's a pity, it's that these years, the whole palace seems to be honored and favored, but in fact it's like walking on thin ice."

Yun Lang sighed and said: "The one who is resentful is seeing the prince in the abyss, but he has no energy to help him."

The old master gritted his teeth, with tears in his eyes: "Exactly! Young Master—"

"I'm back now." Yun Lang held the old master's arm, "Should I help him?"

The old master choked up and couldn't speak, so he nodded.

"I want to help him," Yun Lang smiled, then said slowly, "Should you help me?"

The old master was in tears and nodded vigorously.

"Then I'm going out now, use this as a cover, and lie down on the couch for me."

Yun Lang persuasively said: "Should you help me get the quilt and cover it up, saying that I'm tired and can't blow the wind, so I went to bed early after drinking the medicine?"

The old master wiped away his tears, sobbed twice, and went to spread the quilt in front of the couch.

Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, gestured to Scar who was stunned, and quickly slipped out of the bedroom before the old master could recover.

After Haishi, the sky outside the mansion was already dark.

The lanterns under the corridor are shaded, reflecting the moonlight, the wind is high and the people are quiet.

The soldiers had heard the news earlier, Yun Lang changed into the night clothes, took the mask and tied it on: "Have you found out everything?"

"It's clear, it's what I told you before."

Scar asked in a low voice: "How can I go tonight? It's not fixed. After a while, when the major general gets better..."

"I don't want to either." Yun Lang stood for a few breaths, closed his eyes and urged the power of the clear water pill, "The past two nights... the situation has become a bit serious, and some things need to be re-planned."

Scar knew that he was promoting blood, motioned for a few soldiers, and stood aside holding his breath.

Yun Lang circulated his internal energy for a few days, exhaled, and opened his eyes: "I was always messing around with the rituals of the Chaozhong Rituals. I just ran outside, but I don't remember them well."

Yunlang took the second clear water pill, thought for a while, and added another heart protection pill: "Next time this kind of thing happens again, if you still have the intention of asking me to rest more, and you don't want to remind me, then you can just let me know." You don't have to follow me."

Scar's face changed, and he knelt on the ground: "Major General—"

Yun Lang didn't look at him, and took two pills: "In the Shuofang Army, you guys know better than me what to do if you deliberately concealed the report and delayed the military plane."

Scar gritted his teeth and whispered: "Yes."

"If I hadn't managed to persuade the old master, I would have been delayed tonight and would have been punished heavily."

Yun Lang said lightly: "Forget it this time, and next time, I will collect it myself."

Dao Scar agreed and wanted to go to help him, but Yun Lang pushed him away casually.

The medicine had been completely pushed away, so Yun Lang tied up the mask without any help, and using his strength to jump up, he passed the wall of the palace lightly and skillfully.

Xuan Tiewei is patrolling the mansion and will be here soon.Dao Scar didn't delay any longer, and led someone over the wall and out of the mansion, and followed behind Yun Lang.

"How did the major general persuade the old master?"

The soldiers next to him were lying outside the window, watching the major general get out of the door, admiring him physically and mentally: "When King Yan left, he was extremely fierce..."

Scar witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, and watched the old master being fooled so that he couldn't find the window. He felt a little complicated for a while, and he responded vaguely: "I understand it."

"Just came out?" The soldiers were surprised, "Xuan Tiewei also said the day before yesterday that the master only listens to the prince's orders and never accommodates."

Dao Scar recently passed on a message for Yunlang, learned some elegant words, gritted his teeth and said, "Move... with emotion."

The guard wanted to ask again: "How did it move? When we came out, I heard the old master crying..."

"What are you asking!" Dao Scar said angrily, "Let the Major General hear it, and be careful with the military law!"

When he was in northern Xinjiang, Yunlang had always been extremely strict in governing the army.The soldiers threatened the army and dared not say much, so they immediately shut their mouths firmly.

Scar scolded his subordinates, looked at Yun Lang ahead who had no intention of slowing down, gritted his teeth, and quickened his pace to catch up: "Major General."

"It'll be here in a while." Yun Lang said, "Don't all follow in, leave a few outside."

"Yes." Scar hesitated for a moment, but still asked in a low voice, "This person... can you really trust him?"

When they were ordered to deliver a letter to the Major General's old department still in Beijing, they were already taken aback by the person Yun Lang pointed out.

Dao Scar felt uneasy, and whispered: "It's the general in charge of the Jinwu Guard..."

"I don't know." Yun Lang shook his head, "It's just... I still have some things in his hands."

Scar was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Yun Lang didn't answer, and stopped at the corner of the street, hiding in a shadow.

The guards following behind immediately fell silent, and quietly disappeared into the night.After a few breaths, a group of guards who were ordered to patrol passed by the front street carrying lanterns.

"Originally, I was also planning to try one or two things, and I will slowly figure it out."

Yun Lang stood there for a while, calculated the timing route of the bodyguard division, and turned into a hidden alley: "But our emperor is so determined, I have to get him into the palace, I don't worry."

Dao Scar was puzzled: "Didn't King Yan be ordered to enter the palace according to the rules?"

Yun Lang shook his head, calmed down a little, and turned into a new stone road again.

When it comes to the power confrontation and game tactics in the court, Yun Lang is not very clear, Xiao Xiaowang is also very domineering and arrogant, and he is not allowed to learn from it.

But if you want to talk about the one sitting on the dragon chair now...

"If he didn't have a plan, he would be the person in the world who doesn't want to see King Yan the most."

Yun Lang knew it in his heart: "Even if there is no such thing as evil blood, because King Yan is weak and sick, he is not suitable for sacrifices and so on, let him stay in the house honestly."

"So, the emperor clearly doesn't want to see King Yan, and this time he just called him into the palace."

Scar was confused when he heard it: "Why?"

Yun Lang stopped outside a courtyard wall, smiled when he heard this, and stood still, calming down.

Dao Scar didn't get a reply, he hesitated and said, "Major General?"

Yun Lang frankly said, "I don't know."

Scar: "..."

"Stay here." Yun Lang pointed to the courtyard wall, "I'll ask for you."

Yun Lang took two pills of Bishui Pill, and now he has enough mental and physical strength, so he didn't ask anyone to follow in the way, so he went to the General Jinwuwei's mansion.

There were two generals on the left and right of the Jinwu Guard, and he came looking for one of them, Chang Ji.

Putting it all together, Chang Ji is not necessarily his old department.Before Yun Lang went to the Shuofang Army, he had been trained in the Xiaorui Battalion of the Forbidden Army. Chang Ji was a lieutenant in the Battalion at that time, and his job was nothing more than guarding the city gates.

This level of relationship is too shallow, so the capital city was generally sifted through a sieve, but no clues were found.

Yun Lang hadn't seen this person for some years, and now he didn't dare to rest assured, he asked Dao Ba to guard outside the house to meet him at any time, took out a stone and threw it on the window lattice of the study.

The Jinwu Guard was ordered to guard the emperor's left and right, and was always extremely vigilant. Whenever there was any movement, someone pushed the window open: "Who!"

Yun Lang put away the remaining migratory locust rocks, unwrapped his mask, and raised his head calmly.

The people in the room stared at him in astonishment, their expressions changed several times, they opened their mouths, but no sound came out.

"General Chang." Yun Lang smiled, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Chang Ji regained his composure, and hurriedly moved away from the window.

Yun Lang supported the window lattice with one hand, and swept into the room.He didn't like him, so he sat down on his own, took the teacup and poured a cup of tea.

Chang Ji Dingding looked at Yun Lang, gritted his teeth, slowly stretched out his hand, and closed the window tightly.

His eyes were red, but he was still speechless, and when he came back, he slammed his head on the ground heavily.

"Okay." Yun Lang took a sip of tea, and supported him with one hand, "Slow down, I have something to ask you."

Chang Ji's chest rose and fell several times, and he said in a low voice, "Major General, wait a moment."

He stood up, fiddled with the bookshelf a few times, and pulled out a hidden compartment.

As soon as he opened it, Yun Lang laughed behind him and said, "I'm not here to ask for anything, sit down."

"Why not?"

Chang Ji clutched the things in the hidden compartment, and was stunned for a while: "It's rare to have a free time to do something now, if you miss it—"

"I asked someone to give this to you."

Yun Lang said unhurriedly: "There should be something else to bring along with you."

Chang Ji stood silently for a long time, then said in a low voice, "Yes."

Yun Lang: "Do you still remember now?"

"This is the gold medal for avoiding death bestowed by the late emperor."

Chang Ji said in a hoarse voice: "If the current situation changes in the future, I will hand this thing... along with a blood letter, under the guise of King Duan, to Xiao Xiaowang."

Chang Ji endured it, but finally couldn't hold back his eagerness: "But now King Yan's favor is in full swing! The major general was charged with fugitive crime and was almost executed, why not use this thing——"

"I'm destined." Yun Lang smiled, "There's no need for this."

Chang Ji frowned, and wanted to say more, but was stopped by Yun Lang raising his hand.

"You just said that."

Yun Lang moistened his throat, and put the tea aside: "Wang Yan's favor is in full bloom?"

"It's been all these years, and the princes are not as good as him." Chang Ji was escorting the emperor, and he could see clearly, "Today the emperor specially summoned him into the palace, and how tolerant and special he was when he made inquiries. We also met..."

Yun Lang couldn't hold back his curiosity: "Did he cry with his head on the ground?"

Chang Ji was stunned: "What?"

"It's nothing." Yun Lang felt a little regretful, "Go on."

"The emperor asked him how he was, and even personally asked him whether there was a shortage of people in the house and what things were missing at the end of the year."

Chang Ji paused, hesitating a bit: "Also, I asked about it..."

Yun Lang tapped on the table: "Me?"

"Yes." Chang Ji lowered his head, not daring to look at him, "King Yan said, he will..."

This paragraph was made up by Yun Lang himself, so there is no need for him to elaborate: "I know roughly, what then?"

"When King Yan reported back, the murderous aura of hatred on his body could not be faked."

Chang Jicai came back from the palace, and he remembered clearly: "He knelt far away, but he never ran into the emperor. But every word was said with blood, coupled with the venomous intentions all over his body, he was still very frightening to watch..."

"The emperor couldn't listen to it anymore, so he personally demoted, mixed up King Yan, and explained a few words." Chang Ji said while thinking, "The emperor also said that even though you were ungrateful and unforgivable back then, you still have to forgive me." I don't want to make King Yan add another murder."

Yun Lang's prediction was probably not bad, so he was somewhat relieved and nodded: "He does have some talent."

Chang Ji was stunned: "What talent?"

"Nothing." Yun Lang smiled, "What happened next?"

"Later, the emperor took pity on King Yan and didn't want him to be too sad because of this incident. After a few words of comfort, he was sent back to the front hall to rest."

Chang Ji tried his best to think back: "The person who sent King Yan back reported that King Yan was probably annoyed that the emperor spoke for you, and the remaining anger was still there, and he smashed things in the room."

Chang Ji was accompanying the imperial court at that time, and he was already worried when he heard it: "King Yan said that you have been tortured to pieces, and you are out of shape, how can you—"

"..." Yun Lang: "Is it so miserable to be broken into a piece of ground?"

"Wang Yan got angry for a while, and said it a little bit more tragically...we don't remember very well."

Chang Ji hurriedly swallowed the rest, looked at Yun Lang's seemingly good face: "How did you get away?"

Yun Lang sat quietly for a while, then smiled: "The guards secretly helped me, and the person who was sent to Prince Yan's mansion to be tortured to vent his anger was a substitute who was eight times like me."

Chang Ji came to a sudden: "So that's how it is..."

"I have nowhere to go in Beijing, so I simply hid in Prince Yan's mansion for the time being, and no one has noticed yet."

When Yun Lang came, he had already prepared the manuscript, compiled the whole story, and said slowly: "Today King Yan entered the palace, I found a free time, so I came out to see you."

Hearing that Chang Ji did not doubt that he was there, he breathed a sigh of relief, and promised: "I will arrange it, and the major general will hide in my house, and there will be no loss."

"No need, Prince Yan's Mansion has been closed for a long time, and it's not that dangerous because it doesn't understand world affairs."

Yun Lang looked at Chang Ji for a while, then gently put down the locust stone in his hand: "You are now the right general of the Jinwu Guard, so you don't need to get involved."

"Six years ago, my elder brother and father were both in the imperial army. If the major general hadn't died in Chenqiao and prevented the imperial army from rushing out of the camp to petition, they would have been accused of mutiny."

Chang Ji shook his head: "The major general saved my father and brother's life, this kindness will never be forgotten."

"It's just an old story." Yun Lang said dumbly, "Don't mention this, I came today because I have something to ask you to do."

"Major General, please tell me." Chang Ji didn't ask any more questions, "I can do it, and there is absolutely no excuse."

"It's not something risky."

Yun Lang smiled, looked at his expression calmly, and said slowly: "You also know that King Yan still doesn't know what happened back then..."

Chang Ji nodded without knowing it.

Yun Lang stared at him for a while, heaved a sigh of relief, and continued: "But the emperor seems to have some intention of protecting me, doesn't he?"

"Yes." Chang Ji thought about it carefully, "The emperor still dismissed King Yan today, saying that you were only young, deceived by your father, and had to protect your own future, so you did those things. King Duan."

Yun Lang laughed and nodded: "It's really good to persuade."

"It's a pity that King Yan is full of resentment, how can he listen to it." Chang Ji sighed, "When the emperor said this, King Yan became even more angry and spit out blood..."

Yun Lang was still distracted, when he heard this, he frowned, and said in a slightly lowered voice: "What?"

"King Yan's health has not been very good these years, and he is always sick. I heard that the Liang imperial doctor who is serving in the west of the city has to go to the mansion every now and then."

Chang Ji thought that he was not clear, and explained: "The emperor also gave a lot of high-quality medicinal materials, and often sent Ge Lao to inquire."

Yun Lang was a little uncertain for a moment, feeling uneasy, almost got up and wanted to leave, and sat back with force: "I won't mention this in advance."

Yun Langxu clenched his fists, touched the tea, and took a sip: "So, from what you can see, King Yan really didn't know anything about the original situation, did he?"

"Yes." Chang Ji nodded, "Both the emperor and His Royal Highness King Yan probably didn't know that it was you who took the initiative and saved the whole of Prince Duan's mansion."

Chang Ji hesitated for a while, and whispered again: "Do you want us to remind you secretly? If King Yan knows, maybe he will—"

"No need." Yun Lang said, "In the next few days, King Yan will probably have to walk around the palace often. You just need to take care of him more, and don't ask him to run into the emperor recklessly like today."

Chang Ji hesitated to speak, and answered with his head buried: "Yes."

"You still keep the gold medal." Yun Lang said, "If there is any change, ask someone to throw it into Yan Wang's mansion together with the blood book, and don't worry about the rest."

Chang Ji nodded: "Yes."

Yun Lang was in a hurry to leave, not in the mood to say more, and got up in a hurry: "If there is anything else, I will ask someone to send a letter to you, there is no need to send it."

Chang Ji hadn't seen him for many years, and many inexplicable doubts accumulated in his heart.Chasing after a few steps, and still wanting to speak, Yun Lang raised his hand and pushed open the window, entering the vast night.

Outside the study, Dao Scar was guarding under the window, startled by Yun Lang's hasty figure: "Major General!"

Yun Lang made a silent gesture, shook his head, barely stood still, and rested on his body.

"Major General, what's the matter?" Dao Scar was a little uneasy, helped him go a little further, and whispered, "But what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yun Lang gritted his teeth, "Let's go out and talk about it."

Dao Scar didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he nodded, put Yun Lang on his shoulders, and turned all the way out of the General's Mansion.

The soldiers were ordered to stand guard outside the wall, and they were taken aback by the two of them: "What's going on? But Bishui Dan was used too much, and the medicine's power—"

"Enough." Yun Lang took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "I'm scared, I have some palpitations...it's okay."

"But they said that King Yan vomited blood?"

The knife scar was under the window, and he probably heard it. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "Major General, if you're afraid of vomiting blood...you'll be scared to death by vomiting blood."

"How can this be compared." Yun Lang was dumbfounded, "I don't worry, go to the palace to have a look."

"..." Scar: "Now?"

"One green water pill, three hours of potency."

Yun Lang was inexplicable: "Two for six hours, where can I go?"

"You can do it yourself." Dao Scar bit the bullet and said, "It's just—the palace is heavily guarded..."

"I just went in to have a look. If he's fine, I'll turn around and leave."

Yun Lang has been in the palace all year round, so he doesn't take it seriously: "Don't worry, I just returned to the capital last month, and I went around the palace twice."

Dao Scar was stunned: "The whole city is being searched and arrested, what are you doing in the palace?!"

"Nonsense." Yun Lang tied the mask again, "I don't have any money, so I can't go to a restaurant, can't I go to the imperial dining room to have a good meal?"

Scar opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

"You are not familiar with the road in the palace, go back first, don't follow me."

The Jinwuwei General's Mansion is not far from the palace city, Yunlang gathered his energy and calculated the time: "I haven't come back in Ruoyin fashion, I'm afraid it's just..."

"Did something happen?!" Dao Scar tightened his waist, "I'm going to enter the palace and rob the major general to come out! Please also ask the major general to leave a map of the palace—"

"..." Yun Lang looked at him with a complicated expression: "I'm afraid he was detained by the little prince, put into a sedan chair and carried back."

Scar: "..."

"Next time." Yun Lang said, "Before you act, recite the Bianliang Good People's Behavior Model issued by Kaifeng Yin ten times silently."

Scar: "..."

Yun Lang: "There are also all the criminal laws in "Song Xingtong" that deal with head loss and possible head loss."

"..." Scar: "Yes."

Yun Lang patted him on the shoulder, saw the badge on Dao Scar's body, pulled it off and stuffed it into his bosom, then turned around and went straight to the majestic palace city.

The author has something to say: the old master was in the mansion, crying and spread No.18 quilt on the bed.