Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang relied on his illness to give birth to power, and he tossed and tossed without distinction.Fearing that he would slip and fall, Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand to stop him, and frowned: "What nonsense?"

"Why is it just nonsense?" Yun Lang took advantage of him and was very proud, "The housemaid doesn't teach this, since you are so proficient, you can't be very talented..."

At this time, even if Xiao Shuo didn't know this way well, he could understand it roughly.He never touched these things, Yun Lang gritted his teeth angrily, and reprimanded him in a deep voice: "Shut up!"

Yun Lang closed his mouth, stood up a little, and blinked at him curiously.

"Again... talking nonsense." Xiao Shuo tried his best to suppress his temper, and said in a cold voice, "Even if you are sick, I won't hold back from you."

Yun Lang shook his head and sighed.

Being stared at by him inexplicably, Xiao Shuo became more and more uncomfortable, and was about to explode with anger and anger, but Yun Lang took the initiative to thump and turn over.

"Let's fight, don't hold back."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Yunlang roughly figured out Xiao Xiaowang's courage, and leaned on his leg gracefully: "There are only you and me here, don't hold it."

"On a fine day under the moon, the wind is high and the people are quiet." Yun Lang sighed softly, "If you want to tie me up, then tie me up, if you want to press me on your lap, then press me on your lap, if you want to spank me, then spank me."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"It's a pity that you and I are trapped in the world."

Yun Lang read the story too complicated, coughed a few times, and looked decent: "Even if there is such a night, you can't play the piano night, sell wine, and you can't sit on the wall and grow green plums..."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"The latter one is about the story of the silver vase, written by Bai Letian."

Yun Lang was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he made a special note: "The previous one was called "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix". It was about Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun. .Sima Xiangru was a master of Ci Fu in the previous dynasty..."

"I know!" Xiao Shuo couldn't bear it any longer, "Back then when Mr. taught "Zi Xu Fu" and fined you to copy it a hundred times, I wrote it!"

Yun Lang opened his mouth and coughed lightly: "I think...you don't like these things."

Xiao Shuo still has something to do, so he can't just let him piss him off right now.Determined not to waste any more words with Yun Lang, he pulled him back to untie the cloth strips tied around his wrists.

"Tell me, Zhuo Wenjun suffered a great loss." Yun Lang lay on his lap, and couldn't help but comment on the script, "I don't want a lot of money, so I run around with a scholar at night and sell wine."

Xiao Shuo had made a knot in his anger before, but he couldn't solve it a few times, and turned him around: "What's wrong with selling wine?"

"What's so good?" Yun Lang was surprised, "Little prince, if you meet a pauper who falls in love with you at first sight, are you willing to leave the palace alone and go wandering around the world to make wine and sell it?"

Xiao Shuo remained silent for a moment, but still went to untie the knot in his wrist.

"Besides, the story wasn't very good in the end." Yun Lang said, "After Sima Xiangru got rich, he went to hang out in the flowers and took concubines. He didn't like Zhuo Wenjun anymore. Zhuo Wenjun also wrote "White-headed Song", saying 'Wen Jun has two ideas, so I come to make a decision'."

Xiao Shuo frowned: "It's really not good."

"It's all just talk, so you can't do it right." Yun Lang yawned, "Maybe he is doing well, but the world is just jealous, and he made up random... little prince."

Xiao Shuo was still thinking about what he said, and when he heard this, he collected his thoughts: "What?"

"Just untie a piece of cloth." Yun Lang was turned over three times by him, and for a while he felt like a fish on a knife, "Are you going to untie overnight?"

Xiao Shuo stiffened his shoulders, moved him a little more, and wanted to try again, but suddenly his knees were empty.

Yun Lang had already sat up, and handed back to him the belt that was used as a rope to bind his hands.

Xiao Shuo was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Yun Lang.

"Stop making trouble, let's talk about business." Yun Lang propped his arms and leaned against the side of the couch, "From what you've seen, what is the emperor's plan for calling you into the palace today?"

Xiao Shuo looked at him, his shoulders tensed, and he stretched out his hand to grasp Yunlang's wrist veins.

"According to common sense, it should be to see your attitude towards me, and to test me into your hands, whether you said anything that should not be said."

Yun Lang flipped his wrist, and lightly and skillfully took his hand that came to check the pulse, and pressed it on the couch: "But I always feel that, just for this, he doesn't need to see you in person."

Xiao Shuo looked at Yun Lang's white fingertips, remained silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

"I went to test the Jinwu guards next to the emperor." Yun Lang said, "The emperor should not have doubts about you today, and even almost relieved... This matter makes me a little uneasy."

"Although you have kept a low profile all these years, you have never really been driven by him after all."

Yun Lang pulled a piece of thick fur and put it on his lap: "With our emperor's suspicious temperament, we shouldn't be so relieved, you are—"

Xiao Shuo got up and went to get the warm medicine cup: "Yes."

Yun Lang frowned, propped himself up and sat up: "The cover he made is not so easy to step on, what did you do?"

"Our emperor is suspicious by nature, and he can only rest assured by turning people into pawns."

Xiao Shuo said slowly: "You returned to the capital this time, and it fell into the hands of the secret guards of the bodyguard department. The news spread throughout the capital within two days."

"He let you know the news on purpose?" Yun Lang coughed twice and shook his head, "Why did he tell you to know? Let you come and eat me..."

Xiao Shuo: "Yes."

Yun Lang: "..."

"I've been searching for news about you all these years, and the emperor not only knows about it, but even let it go on purpose."

Xiao Shuo came back with the medicine, put a soft pillow behind him, and closed the window again: "This time, he secretly asked someone to let go, and let me contact the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

"So." Yun Lang's heart sank slightly, "You plan to secretly destroy the guillotine, so that you can send it back to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for reexamination, and your majesty is also aware of the fact that you got me out?"

Xiao Shuo nodded, lifted the lid of the medicine cup and put it aside.

Yun Lang leaned against the window, bowed his head and muttered: "In this way, no matter whether I am pregnant with your child or not, I will actually make a mistake on the execution ground and end up in your hands..."

Xiao Shuo was blowing cold medicinal soup for him, when he heard this his expression darkened, and he gave him a look: "Speak seriously."

"Very serious." Yun Lang stroked his lower abdomen and sighed softly, "These two children came at such an inopportune time."

"..." Xiao Shuo suppressed his temper and made up his mind not to be lured away by Yunlang for no reason: "In short, from the moment you return to the capital to the moment you fall into my hands, behind every step, there is the emperor's shadow."

"That day when you were in the execution ground, you suddenly messed around. Although it was not expected by all parties, it also led to the same end."

Xiao Shuo said: "I want you, and the emperor also wants you to fall into my hands."

"You want to save me, so you want to snatch me into the house. The emperor thought that you hated me all these years, and took this opportunity to indulge secretly, and wanted me to die in your hands..."

Yun Lang dumbfounded: "How do you convince him that you really hate me so much that you want to tear me apart and eat me raw?"

"I don't have to convince him." Xiao Shuo said flatly, "I wanted to dip you in the sauce."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang coughed and said in a low voice, "Isn't there a more majestic way to eat it?"

Xiao Shuo disagreed with his nonsense, looked at Yun Lang's expression, carefully divided the medicine into a small bowl, and took a sip by himself: "But your nonsense, by accident, also disrupted the emperor's deployment."

"He originally wanted to let me secretly replace the death row prisoner in the Ministry of Criminal Justice. First, he would make a big fuss, and then make a thorough investigation to find me."

Xiao Shuo said: "Call me into the palace, and persuade me with a few sarcastic words that are not painful. Firstly, it makes me hate you even more. Secondly, it is also an opportunity to show kindness."

Yun Lang listened quietly, and his heart suddenly moved: "Is it also a capital crime to secretly replace a death row prisoner in the Ministry of Punishment?"

Xiao Shuo blew on the medicinal soup and handed it over: "Can you tell the nature of the medicine? The medicine is trustworthy, but I don't know whether it is compatible or not—"

"If I didn't make a fuss at that time." Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo, "If you really replaced me from the Ministry of Punishment, the emperor would have a handle. As long as he is still in power, he can use this handle at any time I'll take care of you..."

"You don't have to worry about this matter." Xiao Shuo didn't want to say more, and passed the medicine bowl forward, "You just drink the medicine."

Yun Lang looked at him for a while, took it over, and took a sip: "Wen Dan Yi Qi Decoction... There is nothing mysterious about it, but the medicinal materials used are better, and the efficacy is probably stronger than the outside ones."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes, motioning for him to take the medicine bowl.

"It's useless to me now, just drink it." Yun Lang smiled and bowed, "Your Majesty...you can't just let it go like this."

"I know." Xiao Shuo frowned when he heard his tone getting weaker, and stretched out his hand to support Yun Lang's shoulder, "Very uncomfortable?"

"Cold." Yun Lang exhaled, "It doesn't matter... I was wondering why the emperor insisted on holding a handle on you."

"It's strange that he's picking on me." Xiao Shuo looked at Yun Lang, and calmly embraced him, "Don't bother, we'll talk about it later."

"Wouldn't it be cleaner to cut the weeds and root out the roots and just find faults and kill you?"

Yun Lang leaned against Xiao Shuo's arm, and took a breath: "I don't... I don't understand this very well, but in the art of war, there is driving tigers and devouring wolves. Think about it, there are forces in the court that you want to check and balance... "

"Stop talking." Xiao Shuo said in a deep voice, "If you waste a word, I'll directly strangle you, saving you and me."

Yun Lang shut his mouth, he had almost used up the medicine, his body felt cold unconsciously, he fumbled and grabbed Xiao Shuo's sleeves, and covered his body thoroughly.

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Young Master Yun half closed his eyes and frowned: "It's too thin."

Xiao Shuo took the thick fur, wrapped Yunlang completely, and warmed it with the stove, asking someone to lean on his shoulder.

Yun Lang leaned against him and coughed twice: "Xiao Shuo..."

"The palace knows that I vomited blood due to the agitation of my heart, and only said that I slept all night, and it got worse. The warm sedan chair will go out of the palace directly, and Hong Gong will arrange it."

Xiao Shuo didn't want to make him work hard, so he leaned into Yun Lang's ear and whispered, "You don't have to worry."

Yun Lang nodded, and tried his best to think for a while: "In your dream at that time——"

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and strangled him around his neck.

"..." Yun Lang was silent for a while, then muttered in a low voice, "Know how to play."

Xiao Shuo was so angry that his eyes darkened, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "What on earth do you—"

"I'm alive, Xiao Shuo." Yun Lang touched his arm, holding it little by little, "Don't be afraid."

Xiao Shuo's breath stagnated severely, his chest and shoulders throbbed lightly, and he looked down at the quiet and pale Yun Lang.

Yunlang's qi and blood were too weak, and he was very cold, so he snuggled up to him: "It's just that the potency of the medicine is almost gone, and I'll wake up after sleeping."

Xiao Shuo remained silent for a long time, then whispered: "Will you wake up?"

"Yes." Yun Lang promised, "Soon."

Xiao Shuo's right hand trembled slightly, exerted strength a few times, managed to stabilize himself, and stuffed his sleeve into Yun Lang's hand.

Yun Lang looked down for a while, then smiled slightly.

Xiao Shuo's chest rose and fell, he looked at him steadily, he hid him in his arms bit by bit, and closed his eyes.

Yun Lang was detained by Prince Xiao, put in a sedan chair, and carried back to the palace.

"Why did you go to see the emperor?!"

Physician Liang was invited to the mansion a long time ago, and rushed out with a medicine box: "Didn't you say that you are on duty at the side hall? Are you having nightmares again? Don't talk, drink the soothing soup, I will give you a few injections..."

Xiao Shuo got off the sedan chair: "It's okay."

"Why is it okay?" Imperial Physician Liang glared at him, "The last time you came back from the palace, you fell into a nightmare for several days in a row, lost your mind, and almost couldn't wake up, don't you remember?"

"Don't mention these things when you're always there." The old master hurriedly persuaded, "I'm just worried about asking you to come, please help me take a look."

The old master was coaxed by Yun Lang so much that he couldn't find the window, and moved the quilt in the house all night, and now he finally calmed down, and said in a low voice: "Now that Mr. Yun has returned to the mansion, he has become closer to our lord these days, It will be much better if the prince doesn't follow..."

"Where are you getting close?" Imperial Physician Liang frowned, "I think it's clear that fire and water are incompatible. Besides, he's suffering from a heart attack, so what's the use of whoever comes back? Come here, get a pulse—"

Xiao Shuo leaned over, leaned into the sedan chair, and carried out a person who was tightly wrapped in thick fur.

Physician Liang: "..."

"He used the Green Water Pill again, and now he has a fever, I would like to ask you to give him a diagnosis."

Xiao Shuo held Yun Lang firmly and told him to lean on his shoulder: "What did you just say?"

Physician Liang: "..."

"Since there is nothing wrong, I will take him to the study first."

For the time being, Xiao Shuo didn't have any thoughts to take care of other things, and told the old master: "Lock the door of the house, just say that I vomited blood in the palace, and now I am getting sicker and sicker, so I can't see anyone."

The old master nodded hurriedly and went to explain to Xuan Tiewei.

Imperial Physician Liang was stunned, dragged the old master, and dragged back: "The two of them... when will they get on good terms again?"

"I don't know." The old master murmured, "Before I said that Mr. Yun was close to the prince, it was nothing more than that the prince reduced the three hundred times a day to silently recite Mr. Yun, and reduced it to a hundred times a day..."

"That's probably...a matter of urgency." Imperial Physician Liang whispered, "After using up the Green Water Pill, people will suffer from qi and blood deficiency and sleep in a chaotic state, and they cannot be woken up. If you don't need to hold it, you can carry it back to the study, and you won't have to worry about it." Very decent."

"Exactly." The old master nodded again and again, and couldn't help but glance at the prince's belt which was wrinkled for some reason, "It must be, it must not be..."

Imperial Physician Liang lowered his voice: "It's not what?"

"Of course not." The old master shook his head vigorously, "Our lord walks straight and straight, neither reads scripts nor goes to brothels."

Physician Liang: "..."

The old master persuaded himself, and arranged for Xuan Tiewei to lock the door of the mansion. After catching up with Xiao Shuo, he was about to report back, when he heard a faint movement between the two of them.

Young Master Yun slept warmly, but was blown by the wind outside the sedan chair, and frowned vaguely: "It's cold."

"It won't be cold anymore." Xiao Shuo wrapped the fur tightly, "Let's go back home."

"What mansion?" Yun Lang fell into a deep sleep, wanted to wake up but couldn't wake up, and was extremely reluctant, "Not going to Zhenyuanhou's mansion..."

"No." Xiao Shuo said softly, "Go back to Prince Duan's mansion, go home."

Satisfied, Yun Lang buried himself in his chest and muttered in a low voice: "Uncle Wang."

Seeing Young Master Yun sleeping soundly, the old master was so sad that he couldn't speak, and led someone to greet him quietly: "My lord, tell us—"

Xiao Shuo shook his head, Ren Yunlang tossed in his arms in a daze: "Yes."

"Uncle Wang." Yun Lang coughed a few times, "It hurts..."

Xiao Shuo had already walked to the door of the study, his shoulders tensed sharply, he stopped and looked down at him.

Yun Lang was really uncomfortable, with a bitter face, he complained in a low voice.

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes and stood there for a while, beckoning the old master to open the door, carried him into the study, and put him carefully on the couch.

"Young Lord Hou is probably stirring up old affairs in the palace, and misses the late king."

The old master didn't dare to be disturbed, and stood aside: "Do you want to call Doctor Liang to come and see?"

Sitting by the couch, Xiao Shuo watched Yun Lang frowned and tossed and turned, and slowly shook his hand: "Call again in a moment."

The old master hurriedly responded in a low voice, and retreated to the side lightly.

"Take a break—"

Xiao Shuo tried his best to recall for a while, and according to his father's tone in his memory, he stroked the top of Yunlang's hair: "Just take a rest and you'll be fine."

Yun Lang pulled his hand away, curled up and turned around.

"I'll rub it for you." Xiao Shuo grabbed his shoulders and told him to lie back on the soft bed, "Chest pain?"

"Everything hurts." Yun Lang was so upset and upset, he muttered, "Let Xiao Shuo rub it."

Unexpectedly, Xiaohou Yun and Prince Duan's friendship would still be his own, Xiao Shuo was stunned for a while, sat quietly for a while, and said softly: "Okay."

Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand and slowly rubbed the bruise on Yunlang's chest.

The old master stood by the side, not daring to come out, watching the fierce and cold prey around the prince's body gradually fade away, almost speechless, and quietly retreated outside the house holding his breath.

Yun Lang was lying on the couch, his breath was not stable, he was actually not feeling well, but someone coaxed his temper to improve a lot: "Thirsty."

Xiao Shuo responded, got up and went to call someone, the old master had quick eyes and quick hands, took the ginseng tea brought by the servants and brought it in.

Xiao Shuo took it and sat back on the side of the couch.

Yun Lang coughed until his lungs hurt: "Let Xiao Shuo fall."

"Okay." Xiao Shuo poured him a cup of tea, helped Yun Lang up a little, and fed him a few sips.

Yunlang was in a daze, relying on instinct to toss people, but in fact he couldn't drink much.Xiao Shuo took the cloth towel and carefully wiped away the water marks on the corners of his lips.

Looking at the situation in front of him, the old master was very relieved, and wiped his tears and brought over two quilts.

Xiao Shuo didn't know where there were so many quilts in the house, he took a look, held Yun Lang and sat firmly, and asked someone to put the quilts under Yun Lang: "What else do you want Xiao Shuo to do?"

Yun Lang's upper body was padded up, and his breath became smoother, and Hun Chao shook his head: "I'm sorry..."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Xiao Shuo said calmly, "What he owes you, he should pay you back."

"What does he owe?" Yun Lang fell into a drowsy sleep, but this matter was still very clear, "I owe it."

Xiao Shuo didn't want to argue with Yun Lang, so he sat quietly for a while and patted his head: "He misses you very much, and wants to make you happy."

Yun Lang couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he was at a loss: "What?"

"Nothing." Xiao Shuo said, "What else do you want him to do?"

Yun Lang was taken care of comfortably, and was contented lying on the couch, tossing and turning twice in deep thought.

The old master was both sad and happy, determined to help, held his breath and quietly approached the bed.

Yun Lang happily said, "Let Xiao Shuo wear the clothes of a little girl and dance for me."

The old master: "..."