Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Xiao Shuo sat by the couch, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly several times.

The old master couldn't cry, and stood beside the couch in a complicated mood.

Xiao Shuo put Yun Lang down, his chest heaved, his eyes were a little red, he held his anger tightly: "Go, get a set..."

"Your Majesty!" The old master persuaded in a low voice, "No!"

Xiao Shuo frowned tightly: "Why not?"

"Little Marquis...these years have been too hard." The old master was heartbroken, "You have been burdened by our family again, you should compensate him more. But no matter how much you love him, you can't..."

The old master was determined and loyal: "You also know the temper of the young master. He just thinks about it, and he may not remember it afterwards. But if you really wear it, the spirit of the former king in the sky will see it. How do you feel?"

"Father sees it." Xiao Shuo said expressionlessly, "I will be locked in the room and asked Xuan Tiewei to lock all the doors and windows."

The old master nodded hurriedly: "Exactly—"

"Don't let me run away, call my concubine mother." Xiao Shuo said, "Let's watch together."

The old master: "..."

The old master thought about it for a while, and it was really the same as what he said. He was heartbroken for a moment, fell down and sighed.

"Besides." Xiao Shuo sat for a while, and said calmly, "When did I say, find it for me to wear?"

The old master was still searching for words to persuade him, but he was stunned when he heard this: "Aren't you going to wear it?"

Xiao Shuo glanced at him inexplicably: "Am I crazy?"

The old master was tongue-tied, not knowing what to say for a while, so he bowed in embarrassment.

"In recent days, Young Master Yun has often reflected on himself." Xiao Shuo said, "I once told me that he is too far behind in putting himself and others, and comparing his heart to his heart."

"How did the young master figure it out?" The old master was shocked, "Did you spank him hard?"

"..." Xiao Shuo: "In short."

Xiao Shuo couldn't figure out how the same punishment could pull out so many things, he was agitated for a while, and put it aside: "Anyway, he once told me that he wanted me to remind him a little bit from time to time."

The old master didn't know why, so he nodded in a daze.

"Today's matter, you come to testify." Xiao Shuo said, "You have also heard it with your own ears. He is the one who made progress, and his desires are hard to fill."

The old master was shocked by their lord's literary talent, and he didn't dare to refute, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

"Since he wants to play tricks on me." Xiao Shuo said calmly, "I'll really get such a suit, and wait for the opportunity to tell him to put it on and try it on."

The old master hesitated to speak, stood for a long while, and carefully probed: "What if... as soon as you let Xiaohou Yun wear it, Xiaohou was frightened, suffered from old injuries, and suffered from chest pains so hard to breathe?"

During the night of entering the palace, many sorted old files were already piled up beside the couch in the study.Xiao Shuo took a copy and frowned: "He's not a frail scholar, how could he not be scared at all?"

"Naturally, I can stand it normally. Once you let the young master wear such clothes, maybe you won't be able to stand it."

The old master chose his words carefully, and infiltrated in a roundabout way: "If you still want to dance, the young master will pass out and become unconscious..."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

The old master heard Yun Lang's careful plan with his own ears, and promised him loyally: "Really."

Xiao Shuo didn't think about this level at first, but when he heard this and thought about it, his complexion sank a bit, and he put the file in his hand aside.

"You—don't you know that the young master is ticklish?"

The old master gave advice: "Young Master Yun pretends to be dizzy, so he must not move around. If you can catch his itch—"

"They're all quite old, and they're not weak and immature." Xiao Shuo said coldly, "How could it be so unseemly?"

The old master looked at the mansion tossing up and down these days, and almost forgot that these two people are not weak and naive, coughed dryly: "Yes."

"That's all... I found it and hung it in his courtyard, and asked him to watch it every day."

Xiao Shuo was exhausted physically and mentally after tossing around in the palace all night. He pinched the center of his brows and said impatiently: "Put your nose on your face again, then put it in front of him and ask him to enjoy it for half an hour."

The old master's eyes lit up, and he quickly responded: "This is a good idea."

After Xiao Shuo had finished his orders, he went back to the couch and took a closer look at Yun Lang's complexion.

Yun Lang had these problems since he was a child, the more uncomfortable he was, the more he would toss about it endlessly.Now it's not making a fuss, and I'm sleeping peacefully, and I think I've eased over the initial bout of discomfort.

An'an'an'''''''''''''''''''''''"

It's just that one day the sun was so good, he drank too much sweet wine, got dizzy, went in through the window and fell headlong on his couch.

Xiao Shuo raised his hand, brushed away Yunlang's hair and straightened it out slowly.

"You must be tired too." The old master whispered, "Do you want to rest? Then call the imperial doctor..."

"No need." Xiao Shuo said, "Let him come, I will read these files."

The old master agreed, and stopped bothering him, and quietly went to call Doctor Liang.

Xiao Shuo took a dossier, flipped through a few pages, but couldn't calm down.Raising his hand to press the center of his eyebrows, he looked at Yun Lang again.

The sleeves of his robe were always stuffed in Yun Lang's hands, Yun Lang's mind was blurred before he left the palace, his hands had no strength, and he couldn't hold them several times, but Xiao Shuo stuffed them back again.

After being entangled many times, Yun Lang was finally overwhelmed by the disturbance, and Hun Chaozhuo grabbed Prince Xiao's sleeve.

At this point, he never let go.

Xiao Shuo sat for a while, stretched out his hand to hold Yun Lang's already clenched white hand, rested it in the palm for a while, and tightened it a little bit.

He held Yunlang's hands together, waited until it was warmer, then kneaded his stiff knuckles little by little, and pulled the sleeve of the robe out of Yunlang's hand.

At the moment of pulling away, Yun Lang's body trembled, his breath suddenly became a little disordered, and he stretched out his hand to reach it.

"Here." Xiao Shuo gave him his hand, "I never left."

Yun Lang's chest rose and fell slightly, he couldn't wake up, but couldn't sleep well, he frowned, and slowly clenched the warm hand.

Xiao Shuo was sitting on the cushion in front of the couch, he took it back and called him softly: "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang was in a daze, and tried his best to move his eyelashes a few times, but finally couldn't continue, and coughed twice.

"Those things." Xiao Shuo covered Yunlang's forehead with his empty hand, "None of them are your fault."

"It's just good luck, you never owe me."

Xiao Shuo said slowly: "You are worrying so much because of me, and because of me, you are sick and injured. Now you are trapped in my house, and you can't even fight a happy battle."

"If you blame me in your heart."

Xiao Shuo: "Just go and drink more decoctions to soothe your worries and express your feelings."

Grabbing Imperial Physician Liang, the old master who was guarding the door: "..."

"Be safe, and I'll send you to the clinic."

Xiao Shuo sat quietly for a while, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "If you don't blame me, then... allow me a dream."

"No need to talk, no need to do anything."

Xiao Shuo said: "In late spring, I lie down and sit opposite each other and make tea."

Yun Lang slept violently, pulling something into his arms all the time.Clutching Prince Xiao's hand, he didn't care about big or small, still overwhelmed, and hoarded the whole thing into his bosom.

Xiao Shuo let him pull randomly, his shoulders tensed silently for a while, and he slowly leaned over, leaning against the edge of the couch.

Imperial Physician Liang looked into the room, took a closer look at the expressions of these two uneasy juniors, sighed softly, and quietly left the study with the old master.

Xiao Xiao Wang promised a thousand gold, Yun Lang slept for two days, before he could fully wake up, he was dragged by the carriage to the doctor Liang's clinic with great fanfare.

"It's so vigorous and resolute." Yun Lang lay on the couch in the side of the medical hall, with complicated emotions, "It's a long trip out of the house anyway, why don't you come to say goodbye to me?"

When it was getting dark, they were transported out of the palace, and they walked through the side door without even lighting a lantern.

Yun Lang was carried and tossed back and forth, during which he woke up drowsy once, covered his head and face with thick fur, and then lay down in the hospital after waking up.

Yun Lang pondered over and over again, and always felt as if he had been swept out of the house: "Before I passed out, did Xiao Xiaowang let me ride a big horse on his back?"

The old master followed outside the car, frightened: "You still think about this?!"

"Not really." Yun Lang said, "Among the things I bluffed him when I was young, this one annoyed him the most."

The two have completely different temperaments since they were young. Yun Lang is full of energy and has never been idle. He finds Xiao Shuo boring, and often finds fault with the little emperor's grandson who is very popular with the masters and tutors.

Xiao Shuo claimed to be a year older than him, and after listening to the teachings of filial piety in the book, he always acted like an older brother, and would not care about her at every turn.

Yun Lang calculated that he could piss people off once or twice out of ten times.This time or two, save ten more times, probably one time will make Xiao Xiao Wang Ye gritted his teeth and chased and beat him up.

Unlike now, when the two quarreled so many times, Xiao Shuo never touched him once.

Yun Lang was lying on the sickbed, thinking about the past, almost nostalgic for a moment: "He is really boring now..."

The old master didn't know what he was thinking, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "From now on...you'd better stop bluffing the prince."

"What?" Yun Lang couldn't help being curious, "Is he finally going to beat me up with his own hands?"

The old master hurriedly shook his head: "Not really."

The old master was a little guilty, looked at Yun Lang, and coughed dryly: "It's for your own good..."

Yun Lang didn't understand why, he just woke up not long ago, and couldn't gather much strength, so he lay back with his arms loose: "Got it."

After all, the old master still had lingering fears, and carefully covered up the truth for him with the brocade quilt.

After all... Just this morning, the prince has made up his mind.

No matter what delusional thoughts Yun Lang has that cannot be filled in the future, he must first let Young Master Yun push himself and others, and try it himself first.

The clothes that the old master specially found are now hanging on the wall of the small courtyard.If Yun Lang hadn't been sleeping in the study for the past two days, he would have seen it long ago.

"We said to the outside world that you were seriously injured, and you were about to die in the mansion, so you brought it to the hospital." The old master whispered, "Although you have done enough, you may still be injured in the first one or two days. Someone is trying to figure it out."

The old master didn't dare to think about the situation of Young Master Yun after he saw it, so he cleared his mind and cleared his eyesight, and turned to the serious business: "Liang Imperial Physician will try to deal with it. When you can't do it, just take that dose of medicine, and the rest will be done." You don't have to worry about it."

Yun Lang heard it roughly clearly in the mansion, nodded, and twisted the small paper bag in his sleeve: "I know."

"Physician Liang is a master of Xinglin. The clinic is located in the city, and he doesn't visit easily. High-ranking officials and dignitaries often come to visit."

The old master said in a low voice: "Even if someone comes looking for you, it won't make people suspicious, just rest assured."

Yun Lang nodded lightly, stuffed the small packet of medicine powder into his sleeve, and said sideways: "It's just right, I have something to do too."

The old master took a look outside and nodded: "You say."

"At the time when the situation was urgent, he sold his flaws to the emperor in order to protect me."

Yun Lang has not been very clear-headed for the past few days, and finally waited until his mind was clearer, sat up with support, and said with his head bowed in thought: "Although it was a coincidence, I never did such a bold thing as exchanging death row prisoners in the Ministry of Punishment. However, the charges of infidelity with court officials and forming a party cannot be escaped."

The old master was slightly startled when he heard the words, and after thinking about it for a moment, his face changed: "We were in a hurry at the time, and we never thought of this..."

"He can probably think of it, it's nothing more than taking it seriously."

Yun Lang took the ginseng tea and took a sip: "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

"How can it not be a bad thing?" The old master said worriedly, "You probably don't know that our house has been closely watched over the years and has been splashed with dirty water. If it starts with this matter, it will involve the past..."

Yun Lang smiled, and glanced sideways out of the window.

The old master was slightly startled: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's okay, I haven't heard you say 'our house' for a long time."

Yun Lang didn't take it seriously, he waved his hands and got back to business: "The situation in the family has been bad these years, I know it."

The old master didn't notice for a moment, staring blankly at Yunlang, who was calm and calm, and then became full of sadness for no reason, and didn't make a sound immediately.

"Although starting from this, involving the past will indeed cause our little prince to suffer a lot."

Yun Lang seemed to like this kind of statement very much, so he said accordingly: "But it is not a serious crime of losing his head after all. The legacy of King Duan is still there, and the emperor has not completely raised him. , will not start to get rid of him at this time."

Yun Lang was silent for a moment, then said again: "Besides..."

The old master couldn't help but said: "Besides what?"

"It's nothing." Yun Lang twisted the packet of powder used to fake death, "We'll talk about this later."

The old master hesitated for a while, looked at Yun Lang's expression, and stopped asking: "Yes."

"With the current emperor's disposition, since he can't do it in one fell swoop, he will not be moved for a while."

Yun Lang leaned against the couch, rubbed the cup slowly with his fingertips, and said in a slow voice: "But that day, the assassins from the Grand Master's Mansion still attacked him."

"Exactly." The old master has always been worried about this matter these days, "The grand master's mansion and the emperor... the in-laws are connected as one, and you know it."

The old master frowned, and said in a low voice: "Since the assassins in the Grand Master's Mansion have the intention to kill the prince, we are afraid of the emperor..."

"I originally thought that the Grand Master's Mansion and the Emperor are one."

Yun Lang said: "But before going to the palace, I went to the old Ministry of Central Beijing and asked him some questions."

The old master was startled, and stopped talking if he didn't understand.

Yun Lang didn't say any more, picked up the ginseng tea, blew on it, and took a sip.

"What did you ask?" The old master asked anxiously, "But it is related to the prince? Grand Master's Mansion—"

Yun Langxu raised his hand, looked at the closed door, and smiled: "Jing Canjun, since you're here, why don't you come in and listen?"

The old master returned to his senses in astonishment, stood up hastily, and turned to the outside of the house.

The door of the house was pushed open, and a plainly dressed middle-aged scribe stood outside, staring at Yun Lang.

"The imperial court enforced the law thousands of miles away, brought the dragon rider back to the capital, interrogated and tortured... only returned a blood-stained iron plate."

Yun Lang looked at him carefully for a while, then smiled: "So I came to help the little prince raise rabbits, very good."

"General." Jing Jian stood still for a while, and then entered the door, "The king Meng Yan was rescued and escaped from danger. The situation forced me to send a message, so please forgive me, General."

Seeing his vaguely wary look, Yun Lang smiled in relief: "It's okay."

Jing Jian didn't say much, he closed the door tightly and stood aside.

The old master was vaguely uneasy, looked back and forth, and said hesitantly: "Young Master..."

"I went to see the old Ministry of Central Beijing and asked about some things."

Yun Lang took a sip of ginseng tea and said, "If I guessed correctly, the grand master's mansion and the palace are probably not working together as we have seen."

"For one thing, Empress Pang's family is specialized in the harem, and so far there are only two direct-born princes left. When the emperor was still a prince, he had to hold back if he wanted to take advantage of the Grand Master's residence. Now that he has become a great treasure, he will not Just keep pampering."

Yun Lang: "The emperor has been on the throne for one year, how many times have you chosen concubines?"

The old master stayed in the palace, not fully aware of these things, he hesitated: "This kind of thing——"

"Twice." Jing remonstrated, "once to beg for cleverness on Qixi Festival, and once to fill in at the end of the year."

"The Grand Master's Mansion probably also noticed that the emperor has the intention of rejecting the empress."

Yun Lang nodded: "Secondly, what the emperor did to those who supported him back then, old Pang Gan should have seen more clearly than anyone else."

"You mean... Zhenyuanhou's Mansion?"

The old master vaguely understood a little bit, and hesitated: "If something happens in the future, will the Grand Master's Mansion be pushed out by the emperor just like the Zhenyuanhou Mansion?"

"As far as the emperor is concerned, it's not necessarily the case. It depends on what happens when the sun rises."

Yun Lang was a little cold, so he took the heater over and gathered it in his sleeves: "But as far as old Pang Gan is concerned, I'm afraid he already thinks so."

"The thing the emperor fears most is that the act of framing King Duan was made public."

Jing Jian was quiet for a while, looked at Yun Lang, and then said: "If someone pulls out all the old things, for the emperor, the most convenient way is to push out another party to take the blame. What the Grand Master's Mansion and the Department of Guards are afraid of , that's exactly what it is."

"That's right." Yun Lang smiled, "That's why the old grand master and the high-ranking commander of the bodyguard department tried their best to make me die right away and everyone be clean."

Jing Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his complex expression fell on Yun Lang.

"So when you first came to our house, you came to the assassin again and again?"

The old master finally understood: "Compared to the emperor, they are more afraid of you telling what happened back then. Because even if the truth is revealed, the emperor can re-investigate it as before and push them out to make up for the crime. Choose clean..."

"Yes." Yun Lang said, "Or...they simply thought that I came back to Beijing this time to reverse the case."

The old master was slightly taken aback: "What case are you overturning?"

"..." Yun Lang laughed: "My surname is Yun, what case do you want to overturn?"

The old master had never thought about this level, and stood there in a daze.

"I'm afraid it's not just them." Yun Lang put the cold teacup aside, "There are some people who think the same way."

The old master took the teacup and replaced him with a cup of hot ginseng tea. Hearing this, his heart moved slightly, and he turned to look at Jingjian.

"My lord said..." Jing Jian said slowly, "General Yun is not good at strategizing. Looking at it now, I'm afraid he doesn't fully understand the general."

Yun Lang smiled: "I don't understand these things, so there is no need to fight."

"The former king didn't understand at the beginning, and he also guarded the border of Yanyun. Unfortunately, his luck was unlucky and he was killed by a traitor."

Jing Jian stared at him: "General Yun, I know you always know how to make choices. In order to accomplish something, you can easily abandon others."

"Jing Canjun!" The old master had seen him in the mansion before, and then frowned, "What are you talking about? How did you let the young master protect you in the situation back then? You—"

"I can survive because I have low authority in the army." Jing Jian's tone became cold, "Shuofang army... lost seven or eight soldiers."

"We were locked in the dungeon of Dali Temple for interrogation. We were asked over and over again. If we couldn't ask questions, we were stripped."

Jing Jian stared at Yun Lang firmly: "Captain Qingche asked someone to bring over a dozen straw mats, clean ones for us to sleep on, and one of the tattered ones to wrap his own body."

Yun Lang sat quietly with his eyes downcast, his expression unmoved.

The old master couldn't listen anymore, and said in a deep voice, "Jing joins the army!"

"Can't you listen to it anymore?" Jing Jian sneered, "General Yun has never experienced such suffering, I'm afraid he can't think of—"

"I'm thinking." Yun Lang said slowly, "You never said these words to King Yan?"

"Yan Wang believes in the general to the deepest."

Jing Jian said indifferently: "Saying this to the lord will only make him furious and scold..."

"Call them all here." Yun Lang raised his hand, signaling the old master not to intervene, "I'm here, and I want you to scold me heartily."

Jing Jian frowned and stared at him closely.

"If there is resentment in the heart, the judgment will be out of proportion."

Yun Lang said: "Now there is no room for half-way in what we are planning. Since you have selected and judged for him, once old grievances still accumulate, there is no guarantee that you will not make mistakes."

"I won't be arrogant." Jing Jian looked away, "Now——"

"When I came back to overturn the case for the Yunfu, be on guard against me in every possible way."

Yun Lang leaned against the couch, looked at the tea cup in his hand, and knocked on the edge of the table: "I even think that I will sacrifice your lord in order to reverse the case..."

Yun Lang raised his hand and knocked the teacup heavily on the ground: "You still say you won't act on your emotions?!"

Jing Jian's expression changed, he was frightened by him for a moment, and he looked up in a daze.

"To this day, my mind is still full of old grievances!"

Yun Lang sternly said: "If someone came here who was wise enough to protect himself, but now his conscience finds out, what should you do? Throw him out? Don't you know what is going on in Prince Yan's mansion now!"

"Young Lord." The old master was so frightened that he was at a loss, and stretched out his hand to help him, "You can't get angry. The prince just asked them to spread the word in the middle, and let the prince decide what will happen..."

"Spreading the word in the middle, relying on cynicism?!" Yun Lang sat up, "Everyone has stayed in Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing for a long time, and the things they learned on the battlefield are all eaten, right! Long-distance friendship and close-attack, you are good, not yet Let’s start a war, push the boost outward first!”

"Have you ever thought about it, if I hated King Yan because of such a derogatory run, got up and left, what would you do? No matter how resentful you are, which sentence will you pass on in a different tone and meaning? , let him understand wrongly, so what should we do?"

Yun Lang's eyes were piercing, and his words were sharp and cold: "In the future, there will be no one to take care of you in the court, so why don't you break into the palace and rebel!"

Jing Jian was reprimanded by him, his face flushed faintly, and he couldn't say a word for a moment.

"I'm really crazy. I left him alone in the capital."

Yun Lang's hands were a little unsteady, he leaned on the edge of the couch, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "It's so dangerous, and there is no one with a brain who can discuss it, no wonder he was forced into such a temper."

The old master didn't dare to speak any more, supported Yun Lang, and carefully followed his chest for him.

"If you can do things well for him, if you come here and want to scold me, I will take it all today."

Yun Lang's chest rose and fell, and he separated the old master: "If you can't, then go back to Zhuangzi and watch it, and I will figure out a way..."

"Young Lord." Seeing that his breath was unstable, the old master said in a low voice in fear, "Calm down first, they—"

Yun Lang only felt that the bloody smell in his chest made him feel like he was going to vomit, coughed a few times, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover it, choking out a dark red blood.

The old master's eyes were tearing apart: "Young master!"

"It's okay." Imperial Physician Liang opened the door and came in, "Tell him to lie on his side, so that he doesn't choke on blood."

The old master hurriedly supported Yun Lang to lie down, and said anxiously: "Why did you come in, don't you need to sit in the medical clinic?"

"If it's so noisy, if you go to the clinic, the whole capital will know that someone has come to smash the medical clinic."

Physician Liang sat on the side of the couch, unfolding a roll of silver needles, "His blood is not smooth, the old man learned a trick from King Yan..."

The old master was full of lingering fears, and said with a wry smile: "If you do this a few more times, although the energy and blood are smooth, our young master may not be able to hold on."

"He has accumulated so much depression in his chest over the years."

Physician Liang supported the drowsy Yun Lang, and when he coughed up all the blood, he signaled the old master to lay the man flat on the couch: "What others put on him, he put on himself, the old man never died. He gritted his teeth and swallowed... he lingered and became depressed."

The old master listened uneasy, and looked at Yun Lang who was still clenching his teeth.

"Your lord, if you care about it, you will be chaotic." Liang Taiyi said, "Never refuse to fight against him seriously, don't allow him to feel guilty, don't allow him to blame himself."

"It wasn't the young master's fault in the first place." The old master said anxiously, "How could he be made to bear—"

Imperial Physician Liang dropped the needle: "But he blames himself."

The old master stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say, and bowed his head in disappointment.

"The bodyguard division has three levels of torture, the first level is for prying people's mouths, the second level is for sealing people's mouths, and the third level is for breaking people's popularity."

Imperial Physician Liang said leisurely: "Someone has asked around. He was in the prison and walked through the third floor for two full rounds. Such old wounds and depression are entangled. If they don't dissipate, something big will happen sooner or later."

Jing Jian didn't know this, and stood aside in astonishment.

"Your lord wants me to say this, and it was originally for you to hear."

Physician Liang said: "I don't want you to be so quick-tempered. Before Prince Yan arrives, you have come to Xingshi to inquire about your crimes."

"What else... February of the first year of Jiaping."

Imperial Physician Liang was forced to memorize a lot, and said slowly: "Guangnan East Road reported the trace of the traitor Yunlang. In March, Jingnan Road reported heavy troops to encircle and suppress the traitor, but he shot an arrow and found nothing. In April, Jiangling Mansion on Hubei Road reported the presence of traitors. In May, Kuizhou Road was rounded up and missed..."

Jing Jian's heart sank slightly, after thinking for a while, he vaguely understood what was going on, and looked at Yun Lang in panic.

"In the middle of the capital, I heard that the traitors were fleeing in various prefectures, and the news was so accurate and dense, so they also concentrated on trying to encircle and suppress them, and gradually stopped caring about the collusion of the Shuofang army. The Prince Yan's mansion took the opportunity to save the man."

Physician Liang recited it here, with the utmost benevolence, took out the silver needles one by one, and signaled the old master to help Yun Lang up: "After scolding and letting it out, do you feel better?"

Yun Lang's face was pale, and he leaned against the wall slowly, pulling the corner of his mouth: "What are you talking about?"

"Your lord took care of the old man and recited it word by word."

Imperial Physician Liang took the bowl of medicine and handed it to Yun Lang: "I thought you would be happier seeing them."

Yun Lang laughed: "Why am I unhappy..."

"Happy is happy." Imperial Physician Liang said, "I see that you still feel depressed in your heart, so you might as well curse some more to vent your anger."

"What are you scolding?" Yun Lang said lightly, "Tell them to go back."

Jing Jian shuddered, too regretful, and said in a hoarse voice: "Major General—"

"Go back and think about it, and then talk back."

Yun Lang propped himself up and sat up: "I can't trust you now, I have something to ask Xiao Shuo, I want to go back by myself."

Yun Lang didn't look at him, and said to the Imperial Physician Liang: "Do you have a medicine that can give people some strength, and it's not as tigerish as Bishuidan?"

Imperial Physician Liang was not afraid of serious problems, and motioned for the soup bowl in his hand.

Yun Lang didn't even ask, he took it and drank it down.Wiping off the corners of his lips, he thanked him, took off the black cloak that Xiao Shuo asked someone to bring, pushed open the window and left the hospital.

In Prince Yan's Mansion, Xiao Shuo sat in the study and put down the file in his hand.

"It's late at night." Xuan Tiewei whispered, "Will the prince go to bed?"

Xiao Shuo didn't feel sleepy, and shook his head: "Bring some more."

"Before leaving, the old master said that you hadn't closed your eyes to watch over Young Master Yun these few days, and now it's time to sleep."

Xuan Tiewei gave a serious look: "If you don't have a good rest, I'm afraid Young Master Yun will also be angry—"

Xiao Shuo didn't take it seriously, and was about to tell him to back down, when his expression changed slightly, he got up and walked to the window.

"Someone?" Xuan Tiewei suddenly woke up, "Who is it, come out!"

"Why are you back?" Xiao Shuo looked at the dark night, and picked up the locust stone in front of the window, "Is there something urgent?"

Yun Lang sat on the roof of his house, neither hot nor cold: "Angry."

Xuan Tiewei was on guard for a while, and he could barely hear that it was Young Master Yun: "Look——"

"Go down first." Xiao Shuo said, "Stay outside."

Xuan Tiewei hesitated for a while, but still responded in a low voice, and retreated outside the house.

There was still no movement outside the window, and after a while, a migratory locust rock fell down, rolled around a few times, and stopped on the edge of the window lattice.

"Come down." Xiao Shuo leaned forward, "What happened?"

Yun Lang propped up the eaves, swept them down, and stood outside the window.

"Have you seen them?"

Xiao Shuo turned sideways to make room for him, and called Yun Lang into the room: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just—"

Xiao Shuo frowned, looked at Yun Lang's face reflected under the moon, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Yun Lang came in through the window, sat on the couch by himself, touched a piece of snack, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed with his teeth gritted.

"They..." Xiao Shuo had already figured out what was going on, and his expression suddenly sank, "I've asked Imperial Physician Liang to bring a message, but they still didn't listen?"

"Listen." Yun Lang said, "The little prince is really kind and gave me a nice gift."

Xiao Shuo looked at his alienated expression, and trembled slightly: "You—"

It was the person he sent.

He personally ordered to hide it from Yunlang, hoping that Yunlang would be happier seeing that the old department was safe.

If those people were really daring to prosecute and disobey, they would not tell him in the open, but they would still be angry at Yun Lang in secret, and they would not listen to the explanation...

Xiao Shuo was plotting with various parties these days, and guarding Yunlang day and night, he never thought that such a thing would happen.There was a tightness in his throat for a moment, and he said in a shy voice, "I...don't know."

Xiao Shuo had never seen such an expression on Yun Lang, his whole body was so cold that he was almost numb, he closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault..."

"Is it uncomfortable?" Yun Lang gritted his teeth and pulled him towards him, "This is how you scare me these days."

Xiao Shuo had a severe headache, he didn't know what he was talking about for a while, so he frowned: "I—"

"Lie down and sleep." Yun Lang's eyes were sharp in black and white, and he gave him a hard look, "I'll help you finish the training."

Xiao Shuo was dragged on the couch by him, his chest was still heaving, and he looked up at Yun Lang.

"Don't be tolerant to them to this extent just because they are my old department."

Yun Lang didn't know how to reprimand him: "What are you doing now? Indulging them in such a mess, you can afford something to go wrong? You—"

Yun Lang watched Xiao Shuo raise his hand, forgot to be prepared, and was pulled into his arms forcefully: "What are you doing?!"

"Sorry." Xiao Shuo whispered, "I don't know."

"I didn't blame you for this...you let me down." Yun Lang was held by him, and raised his hand to pull, "What do you think I misunderstood? You deliberately asked them to anger me? I don't understand, just a few comments. ..."

Xiao Shuo pulled him into his arms tightly.

Yun Lang frowned, warmed by his chest, his original strength loosened little by little, and pressed against Xiao Shuo's neck.

"If you are angry." Xiao Shuo whispered, "Just scold me."

Yun Lang was silent for a moment, then said in a muffled voice, "What are you scolding you for?"

Xiao Shuo raised his hand, landed on his back, and stroked him slowly twice.

"Did you know? Jing Jian said that Lieutenant Qingche found himself a broken straw mat and used it to wrap his body."

Yun Lang trembled a little, and lowered his head to wipe away some moisture from his neckline: "Soldiers on the battlefield, if they die, they will be shrouded in horse leather. They are all innocent people, I—"

Xiao Shuo: "You are also an innocent person."

Yun Lang trembled violently, rested on his shoulder for a while, and took a long breath: "I'm leaving."

"It is my father and the current emperor who took the throne. The accomplices in the past tragedy were the Grand Master's Mansion, the Guard Division and the Zhenyuanhou Mansion."

Xiao Shuo didn't let go, and continued: "Shuofang Army is implicated, the Sixth Division is implicated, and...you."

"You were born noble. At the age of 16, you rode on a horse and led the army to fight on the battlefield. You were invincible. If there were no incidents in the past, you would have been named a Marquis as soon as you became an adult, at the same level as the Marquis of Zhenyuan."

"It's you who is implicated by innocence."

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and put it on his forehead: "General Yunhui."

Yun Lang shuddered, his eyes were red, his chest heaved and he turned his head: "What nonsense."

"If you are angry with me, it is only right and proper."

Xiao Shuo said: "I've been waiting for you to take revenge on me, but no matter how I provoke you, you never took action."

"You wait." Yun Lang mumbled, "Sooner or later..."

Xiao Shuo whispered: "What?"

"It's not too late." Yun Lang gritted his teeth hard, "Turn around."

Xiao Shuo was slightly startled, and frowned lightly: "What are you doing?"

"Turn around." Yun Lang said coldly, "Would you like someone to take revenge?"

Xiao Shuo remained silent for a moment, followed his will to let go of his hand, got up and stood with his back to Yun Lang.

"You are not in good health now." Xiao Shuo said, "Even if you vent, you should take care of yourself, don't—"

Yun Lang pulled off his belt, tore off Xiao Shuo's outer robe, and lifted it up fiercely.

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Xiao Shuo: "Yunlang."

Without saying a word, Yun Lang slapped Xiao Wangye five times on the buttocks, stepped on the window lattice and ran away, never turning back into the vast night.