Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang was carried out from under the guillotine and stuffed whole into the carriage.

The guards were not allowed to give orders and did not dare to act rashly. The crowd had always been afraid of King Yan, so they gave way to both sides.

Xuan Tiewei was indifferent and solemn, escorting the carriage and slowly leaving the downtown area.

Yun Lang still wanted to be reserved, so he opened the curtain a little with his head, and looked at the execution platform that was getting farther and farther away: "Everyone wait a moment..."

The leader, Xuan Tiewei, reined in his horse slightly and glanced at him.

Yun Lang was embarrassed, and cleared his throat: "Can you go back one more time and ask them to help me take off the shackles?"

"It's not for me." Yun Lang was well-founded and very polite, "The five elements of the shackles and torture tools belong to gold, and they are extremely vicious things. They are mainly used to kill people, and they are not good for raising babies."

Xuan Tiewei ignored him, holding the long knife by his side, and urged the horse to move forward.

Yun Lang took a breath, coughed twice, and leaned against the carriage: "King Duan's blood is important."

He leaned on the car window, looked outside, and looked at the head of the Xuan Tiewei who was still unmoved: "Brother Lian—"

Xueliang's long knife came out of his body suddenly and stopped in front of his neck.

Yun Lang stopped talking.

"If you mention the name of King Duan again, you will see blood under the sword."

The leader, Xuan Tiewei, stared at him, his expression finally no longer indifferent, and his voice was cold: "An ungrateful person should be cut into pieces."

Yun Lang sat quietly for a while, smiled, gently pushed the knife away, and sat back in the car.

With a sound of the whip, the carriage moved forward slowly.

Yun Lang put down the car curtain, sighed, and found out where to find the clever iron rod.After fiddling twice, he skillfully removed the shackles and threw them aside.

He is very familiar with this road.

The inner city of the capital starts from the Suzaku Gate, and the outer city is the exit of the Jinshui Gate.

Go northwest along the Jinshui River, then go south, and cross the Jinliang Bridge, which is the Duanwang Mansion.

When Yun Lang was young, he often got into trouble, and every time he got into big trouble, he couldn't rely on fooling around to get over it, so he ran to Duan Wang's mansion.

King Duan was in charge of the imperial army, stuffed him into a room and hid him tightly, and asked the Dianqian Secretary to search for the little bastard of Yun's family in Beijing with great force.

The imperial guards had also been familiar with him for a long time, they searched in a serious manner, and dragged the old censors back when they couldn't stop them, and they were so angry that they went back shaking their beards, and then quietly let Yun Lang out.

Yun Lang grew up in the capital until he was 15 years old, and the number of times he visited Duanwang's mansion was far more than that of Zhenyuanhou's mansion.

I didn't feel it when I was completely frozen, but now I was much warmer in the car, but the chill was radiating from my limbs and bones.Yun Lang shivered, hugged the whole stove, and stuffed it into his arms comfortably.

The carriage was packed comfortably, probably for King Yan's daily use.

The carriages were all nailed with cotton cloth, and the curtains were tight to keep out the wind.It was thickly padded with fine furs, a stove was prepared, and sandalwood incense was also smoked.

The cart was running extremely steadily, and one didn't need to look closely to know it was a top-quality Dawan horse just by the sound of its hooves.

A good horse doesn't reel, Yun Lang sighed worriedly with the stove in his pocket.

Two years of fighting, five years of fleeing.I haven't seen each other for seven years, and the unreliable faults of Xiao Huangsun's subordinates still haven't changed at all.

Pulling a cart with a sweaty BMW is simply reckless.

Yun Lang hadn't touched a good horse for several years, and his hands were itchy.I tried my best to suppress my heartbeat, moved my wrist slowly, closed my eyes and meditated without hearing or disturbing.

All the way in silence, the carriage stopped again, and it was already outside the gate of Prince Yan's mansion.

After the death of King Duan, the first emperor let Xiao Shuo, the youngest son of King Duan, take over the title. The title, share, and offerings remained the same, except for the title.

The palace was ordered to be refurbished meticulously, and a street was expanded outwards, with towering walls, much more grand than before.

Yun Lang consciously put on the wooden shackle, was escorted off the carriage, stood still and looked up.

The plaque of Yanwang Mansion was written by the first emperor himself, full of vigor and majesty.The general supervisor found a carver to carve the upright and bright plaque, with golden nanmu as the base, and a layer of gold was inlaid after the characters were carved, and the Minister of Rites personally wrote the eulogy.

The supreme honor and grace.

The last time Yun Lang saw this plaque was when it was just hung up.

It has been locked all year round, and the main entrance has been covered with a thick layer of dust. The pure gold plaque is no exception, and it has long since become gray and dull.

Yun Lang stood in front of the mansion gate, took a few extra glances, his sight was firmly blocked by Xuan Tiewei.

Yun Lang raised his head and smiled at him.

The leader, Xuan Tiewei, was surnamed Lian Sheng, and his name was given by King Duan.

Xuan Tiewei are all soldiers of King Duan, and they have followed King Duan since Shuofang's army.Later, when King Duan returned to Beijing from Shuobei, Lian Sheng also came back and joined the front division of the Palace of the Forbidden Army, where he served as the commander of the palace for three years.

During the years when Yunlang ran to Duanwang's mansion, he was frequently blocked by the old censor in a rage.

"You can't go through the main gate."

Xuan Tiewei stared at him for a while, turned his head sideways, and pointed to the side: "Enter from the west gate."

Yun Lang nodded and walked towards Ximen.

Inmates awaiting beheading must be re-locked with iron shackles in the prison.Even if Yu Shitai tried his best, he couldn't take off Yunlang's iron cuffs.

The shackles are all made of high-quality iron, cold and rough, and weigh heavily on hands and feet.

Young Master Yun is far from those rough-skinned and thick-skinned death row prisoners. After five years of escape, his figure is much thinner than that in the capital city back then, and his wrists have been bruised and scarred.

His wrists were white and thin, and he was firmly imprisoned by the wooden shackles. The wrist bones under the wide prison clothes were clearly defined, which made the blood on the wound stand out.

Ximen's servants went to report to the prince, but Xuan Tiewei stopped outside the door, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly drew his sword.

Yun Lang didn't dodge or dodge, the sharp wind of the saber slashed down on his face, scraping fiercely between his eyebrows, followed by a slight sinking between his arms.

The wooden shackles shattered.

The servant trotted out of the house and opened the door.Xuan Tiewei put his knife back into its sheath, waved his subordinates to lead the carriage, and entered the palace.

The mansion is much cleaner than expected.

When the palace was rebuilt, the late emperor repeatedly upgraded regulations, and the three generations of ministers of the Ministry of Rites had a staid temper, and they were almost so angry that they resigned from office and returned home.According to the legend in the capital, the white jade base of Yan Wang's mansion was made of glazed tiles, and the house was full of rare treasures, and the floor was covered with copper coins and gold.

Ever since King Duan passed away, Yun Lang never entered the palace again.It was only when the rumors in the market were exaggerated and outrageous, and after walking all the way, did I realize that the rumors also had a truth to the rumors.

The carved beams and painted buildings are still there. The front mansion and the back garden are magnificent at the first entrance, and beautiful and deep at the second entrance. The winding corridors and pavilions are far more grand than ordinary palaces.

Yun Lang was led through most of the palace, and brought to a particularly inconspicuous side hall.

"The prince said that he still has a chess game to play, and he can't get away."

The servant led him in and sat down in the hall: "Mr. Yun, please stay here for a while."

The room is warm and pleasant, probably because the earth dragon was burned for warmth.Yun Lang conveniently changed to a heater to hold him, and was studying the wood of the grand master's chair. Hearing this, he raised his head: "What game?"

The servant gave a strict look: "Chess game."

"Excuse me, is this really Prince Yan's Mansion?"

Supporting the edge of the table, Yun Lang looked out the window: "Yan Wang Xiao Shuo. Cong Yu, Yan Sheng, Yan Wan's Yan, means the one of beautiful jade..."

"No." The servant said, "Yan Gui's Yan."

Yun Lang paused slightly, and looked back.

The servant bowed to him and went out the door.

Yun Lang supported the edge of the table, stood for a while, lowered his head and smiled.

He put down the stove, grabbed the jingling iron chains of the shackles, held them in his hands, and slowly sat back on the yellow rosewood chair.

Yan Gui nine inches, dedicated to cutting down on injustice.

Those who betray morality, abandon righteousness, conduct despicable behavior, and have bad faith will be punished.

Yun Lang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

From Yushitai to under the guillotine on the execution ground, and all the way to Prince Yan's mansion, the smile that was always on his face finally faded a little bit.

He leaned back into the chair, raised his hand and squeezed the space between his brows, rested on his shoulders for a few more breaths, and relaxed little by little unsustainably.

Prince Yan's mansion was very quiet, and the side hall was even quieter.There is not even the sound of walking outside the window, and occasionally you can hear a few birdsong, and the sound of the wind getting colder and colder.

Yun Lang turned his head sideways and looked out through the window paper.

The twilight was already very thick, and the sky was so overcast that it could easily be overwhelmed by the face, and fine snow particles could be vaguely seen under the lantern, which was blown out of order by the wind.

This snow has been holding back for a few days, and sooner or later it will fall.

Yun Lang prepared for the rainy day, hugged the stove in his arms, and pulled a thick piece of fur over his lap.

When he knew Xiao Shuo, people didn't call him "Yan Wang" either respectfully or fearfully.

The first emperor is still there, and the first empress is still the actual head of the Yun family.He was brought up in the palace since he was a child, relying on the late emperor's doting on the lawless Fang Jiewa, that day he happened to see the little emperor's grandson brought in by King Duan.

The first emperor was lenient and kind, and he was at the age of spoiling his grandchildren, so in fact, he didn't ask too much for the emperor's grandchildren to study.But Xiao Shuo didn't know if his talent was not good or his enlightenment was too late, even among the emperor's grandchildren, he was not considered above average at all.

Don't talk about playing chess, you can't even read books well.Unable to follow his father's extraordinary talent and bravery, he stood in the hall for a long while with a blushing face, stumbled and memorized a piece of "Mencius", and barely practiced a set of military boxing techniques.

Halfway through the practice, he stepped on a chestnut and couldn't stand still, so he fell to the ground.

Yun Lang thought for a while, didn't tense up, and laughed.

The little emperor's grandson was carved in pink and jade, wearing a bulging thick jacket, his face was ashamed and dazed from the fall.

The past of the old man is still in sight.Yun Lang sighed for a while, groped in the interlayer of the prison clothes, found a chestnut he had found from Yushitai, and was about to pinch it and throw it into his mouth, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Yun Lang squeezed the chestnut, opened his mouth, and was stunned for a while.

Outside the door, the armored guards were indifferent and strict.

It was already dark, and the lamp was turned on, and the light was cast from the corridor, and there were distinct figures in the house.

After years of separation, King Yan's stature is tall and majestic, his ink clothes are pressed with layers of gold threads, and the blood-red lining is reflected under the candles, revealing a black mountain and a sea of ​​blood.

Xiao Shuo stood at the door with his back to the light, his brows were dark and his eyes fell on him coldly.