Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

After that, Yunlang blocked Xiao Xiaowang for three whole days, but failed to block Xiao Xiaowang.

"I don't believe it anymore."

Yun Lang sat on the roof of the study room: "Why did I go to the medical center, but he just happened to be back home, and when I got back home, I caught up with him and just went out?"

The old master was in a dilemma, so worried that he added a few white hairs, coaxed Young Master Yun to come down first: "My lord has a lot of things to do these days..."

Yun Lang was amused: "No matter how busy he is, he still has to sleep, right?"

"It's fine if you don't go back to the study. I went to the east to look for him, and he was in the west. I went to the west, and he went to the north."

Yun Lang has been wandering around the palace for three nights, but he failed to catch anyone even once, so he couldn't figure it out: "Did Xiao Xiaowang lie down and sleep in a carriage that circled the palace?!"

The old master wanted to cry but had no tears. He held on to the ladder and dared not speak.

"I've fought so many battles, and I've never failed to catch a man!"

Yun Lang just wanted to ask some questions. After three days of thinking about it, he had forgotten what he wanted to ask. He was so motivated: "Tell me, where did he go?"

"Wait a few days."

The old master bite the bullet and said in a low voice: "You wait a few more days, the prince will definitely give you an answer...you come down first."

Yun Lang was not very happy, hugging the auspicious beast made of copper on the eaves: "Call Xiao Shuo here first."

"My lord really can't come here at this time."

Following the prince's instructions, the old master took out a very delicate wooden chariot from the box, and raised it high on his feet: "Come down, this is yours."

Yun Lang: "..."

The old master: "..."

The old master also felt that this method was very unreliable, and met the sight of General Yun, and put away the small wooden cart embarrassingly.

Over the past few days, Yunlang blocked Xiao Shuo all over the palace, and the old master chased the little Marquis Yun all over the roof, exhausted physically and mentally.

The prince forbade others to persuade him too much, and made up his mind not to meet the young master.The old master just didn't follow the lamb from time to time that night, and couldn't figure out what happened between the two of them, so he was very worried: "You—"

"Who made that wooden cart." Yun Lang poked his head out and looked down, "Did Xiao make a mistake?"

"How come?" The old master was slightly surprised, "Although I did ask King Jing for advice, it was all made by the prince himself... The sand table in the study back then was all made by the prince himself."

Yun Lang frowned, and supported himself with one hand, and he fell to the ground lightly.

The old master surprised him, and while he was busy asking someone to cover up the box of wooden toys, he hurriedly asked for a cloak and brought it over: "You are still taking care of yourself, so you should be more careful..."

Having said that, seeing Yun Lang now, it is clearly much better than when he first came to the palace.

Physician Liang kept a strict eye on her, taking medicine and performing acupuncture every day.Although Old Madam Cai never came again, those rare medicinal materials and prescriptions that doctors of all kinds refused to show others lightly, were sent to the mansion one after another just like in the past.

The old master helped him up, and seeing Young Master Yun took up the cloak and shook it off, he couldn't help but feel relieved: "Okay, if you raise it a little longer, you will be able to fight with the prince on the couch... ..."

"If you fight, you will fight. What are you going to do on the couch?" Yun Lang didn't have time to think about it, so he waved his hand not to let anyone follow, and went into the study, "Help me watch the wind."

The old master used to watch out for him a lot in the past, and it has almost become a habit. He immediately waved away the attendants deftly, and stood at the door with the door open.

There was no movement in the room, the old master kept watch for a while, and couldn't help but looked inside curiously.

Yun Lang walked around the house several times, found an ordinary bluestone floor tile, knelt down and knocked on it, pulled out a dagger and stuck it in the crack of the brick, and pried it back and forth several times.

The old master was surprised and didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly widened his eyes.

Yunlang loosened the seams around the perimeter, fumbled and tried, threw the dagger aside, and found two thin copper pieces with strange shapes.

The floor tiles were already loose, Yun Lang slipped the copper piece in along the gap, shook it back and forth a few times, and lifted the whole stone out with force when it got stuck.

The old master helped watch the wind, watched Yunlang skillfully dismantle the study, and didn't know whether to persuade: "Little Lord——"

Yun Lang reached out and groped a few times, and took out a brocade box.

The old master was stunned: "When did you hide here?!"

Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, patted the dust accumulated on the box, and put it on the ground.

When the bottom of this floor tile was dug, he couldn't remember clearly.

When he was young, Xiao Yunlang ran around and found everything interesting.One day when he got lost, he accidentally saw the underground secret room where Uncle Duan kept his treasure.

Prince Duan's mansion never treated him as an outsider's child, and did not shy away from it at all. They even threw Xiao Yunlang in and let him rummaged through it for a long time.

Xiao Yunlang was not interested in treasures, so he picked the most beautiful dagger.He always saw the secret room in the book, and found it interesting. He thought about it for several days, and wanted to have his own treasure house.

The concubine was used to him, she smiled and called someone to come, and followed Master Yun to scout around the mansion three times in a serious manner.

Yun Lang recalled the past, and also felt that he was too picky, coughed dryly: "The princess said, since it is a secret room, it must be dug in the safest place."

The old master looked at the floor tiles: "So... you just dug up the prince's study?"

The former king and concubine had always been used to Yunlang, the old master actually knew it well, but he never expected to get used to it to this extent.

"My lord doesn't even know."

The old master was puzzled: "How did the former king and princess hide this matter?"

Yun Lang made up for it, covered the stone back, and patted the soil lightly: "He was studying in the palace at that time, and he couldn't return home every day... It didn't take a day to dig something the size of a box."

Back then in the palace, Xiao Yunlang just liked to join in the fun, and found everything interesting and interesting, not really a must.I dug out a small treasure house a few inches square, buried it in a brocade box, and was satisfied for a long time.

Originally, it was not so troublesome to open this thing. The princess made a mechanism for him and hid it on the treasure shelf in the study.It is a particularly inconspicuous vase, which can be opened with a twist and a turn.

The good things that Xiao Yunlang scavenged, he was reluctant to play with, afraid of people thinking about them, Jin Gui was afraid of breaking them, so he hid them all in the brocade box in this small secret room.

The old master understood: "Later, the lord thought you left, but there was nothing left behind, so he asked us to search the study three times from the inside to the outside, and even dismantled the treasure shelf."

"A few times." The old master had mixed feelings for a while, "The mechanism of this vase...is not easy to use."

Yun Lang nodded, and sighed lightly: "There are unpredictable things in the sky."

The old master had lingering fears: "You must not tell the prince about this..."

"Tell him what to do, let him come and fight with me on the couch?"

Yun Lang opened the brocade box, rummaged through it, took out a small wooden toy, wiped it clean and handed it over: "Take a look, did Xiao Shuo make this himself?"

"Why not?!" The old master never thought that Yun Lang still kept this thing, and his eyes widened, "The prince told you that King Jing made it?"

Yun Lang took the wood back and touched the inlaid rubies that were not very symmetrical: "He said he asked Xiao Cuo to help me do this, and it was not good to do it in a hurry. If you don't like it, then go to Xiao Cuo to settle the score."

Jing Wang Xiaocuo was the youngest son of the late emperor, one generation older than the two according to seniority, but Yun Lang was only five years older than Yun Lang.

Xiao Cuo was pressed on the couch by a group of nephews who were almost a few years old and beat him all day long, and he never heard an uncle.Most likely because of too many beatings, he loses his spirit due to beatings forcefully. He has no interest in literature and martial arts, and he doesn't like sensuality. He is only obsessed with carpentry and determined to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gongshuban.

The poor craftsmanship was so bad that Yun Lang didn't really believe it at the time, but no matter how he tricked Xiao Shuo, he couldn't get it out.

"I also wondered if he was too lacking in praise and needed some self-confidence."

Yun Lang rubbed the warm wood in his hand: "I have chased him and praised him for three days, this cat is really doing well."

The old master Bo Nana: "But this is a rabbit."

Yun Lang: "..."

The old master: "..."

The old master looked at the astonished Young Master Yun, and at the wood carving in Yun Lang's hand, and finally figured out the reason why the prince refused to admit it.

The old master knew the whole story from the beginning, preconceived, and felt that the prince's carving was actually somewhat similar: "Really... can't you tell it's a rabbit?"

"You put it that way." Yun Lang was holding the woodcarving, feeling a little complicated, "There is some charm."

"It's not." The old master breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just that the ears are shorter and the tail is longer."

Yun Lang nodded: "Yes."

"The hind legs are slightly thinner, not as fat and powerful as ordinary rabbits."

The old master: "Because I was too eager to give it to you, I didn't have time to paint it white."

Yun Lang: "...Yes."

The old master couldn't go on talking, he held the little wooden cat carved by the prince with both hands, and put it back into the brocade box respectfully.

Yun Lang watched the old master cover the brocade box carefully, couldn't help raising his hand, and pressed his forehead.

In fact, Yun Lang didn't have a deep impression of what happened at that time, he only vaguely remembered that Xiao Shuo hurriedly pulled him into the study, but he refused to say anything no matter what he asked.

At that time, his heart was bigger than now, so he failed to ask, and suddenly saw a room full of wooden sand tables. He was so excited that he forgot everything, and immediately indulged in it for three days.

What happened during the period, I don't have a deep impression, I just remember that the princess seemed to have come and said a few words to him.

After the concubine left, Xiao Shuo walked over with red eyes, unsteady steps, and handed the wooden kitten in front of him.

"I took it, and he fell over."

Yun Lang was particularly impressed by this incident, and still felt lingering fear when talking about it: "I was frightened to death, and thought he had some incurable terminal illness, and my last wish was to set up a sand table and watch me play for three days."

The old master didn't know how to express it, so he tried to persuade him: "You... read more normal scripts, don't always read this kind of..."

Yun Lang coughed dryly and touched his nose: "Anyway, the medical officer came to see him and said that he hadn't closed his eyes for a few days and his mind was exhausted. I was worried, so I stayed with him for a day and a night."

The old master thought it was not, it was because the little prince grabbed your wrist even though he fell asleep, you were unwilling to chop off your hands, and you couldn't bear to break off our little prince's fingers.

Naturally, such words cannot be said, the old master listened and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

"When I woke up again, I boasted that the wooden cat was carved nimbly, and he refused to admit it."

Yun Lang sighed softly: "It was only later that I found out that I happened to choose a wife for me in those few days, but I couldn't be found anywhere..."

The old master was still distracted, when he heard this sentence, his heart tightened suddenly, and he looked up suddenly.

Yun Lang was taken aback by him: "What's the matter, but what else do I not know?"

"No..." The old master swallowed dryly, "You, do you know about the marriage proposal for you?"

Yun Lang laughed: "Propose marriage for me, why don't I know?"

The old master felt guilty and didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he lowered his head with a lot of thoughts.

"Didn't the predecessors say that the Huns are not destroyed, so why do they do it?"

Yun Lang said: "I think it's very good, so when the first empress mentioned it to me, she resigned."

He still remembered the situation at that time, and smiled: "I heard that several families were robbing me, and they fought for several days. The granddaughter of Duke Qian..."

Yun Lang frowned, paused for a moment, and didn't continue.

The old master was a little uneasy: "You—"

"Did Duke Qian come to the capital?"

Yun Lang closed his eyes with a relaxed look, sat quietly for a moment, then raised his head: "It's been a few days, why didn't anyone tell me?"

The old master was ordered to hide the truth from Young Master Yun, and he didn't even think about how he contacted this place out of thin air. He didn't know whether he should say: "This matter..."

Yun Lang's expression sank slightly, he gathered up his clothes, got up, and walked to the window.

Duke Qian is the biological father of the princess, in terms of kinship, he is Xiao Shuo's direct maternal grandfather.

Without him being in the middle, the two families should support each other and get closer to each other now.Duke Qian is a veteran of the three dynasties, Kaifuyi and the three divisions, if the Duke's Palace is the backing, Xiao Shuo would not have to support the Palace alone these years.

Naturally, there will be elders to look after them and family members to support them.

"He wants to meet Duke Qian for the court meeting."

Yun Lang had sorted out his thoughts for a while, and said slowly: "Duke Qian was also in charge of the imperial army, and he was also a veteran minister that the late emperor relied heavily on. Even though he is retired now, his words in the court still have some weight."

"If you can get the support of Lord Qian, even if only a small half of the courtiers second the proposal, the peace negotiation must be suppressed first."

Yun Lang said in a low voice: "As long as the tribes of Rong and Di can be dragged into a fight, there will be no time to torment us."

The old master stood behind him, recalling what he had said over and over again, but he still couldn't figure out which sentence revealed the truth.

Yun Lang didn't need him to say more, he dusted off his clothes and said, "Prepare the car."

"You can't go!" The old master was most afraid of this, and hurried forward to stop him, "Duke Qian still can't let go of the past, he doesn't listen to persuasion, and only believes that you are also the murderer of the murder. If—"

"Duke Qian also believed that King Yan was protecting me, so he wanted to stab Xiao Shuo with a sword." Yun Lang walked out, "Why didn't you stop him?"

The old master has never hugged the prince's leg, but he couldn't stop it after all, blocking the door full of vicissitudes: "Really not..."

Yun Lang calmed down, and looked back at the sky outside the window.

The days have been gloomy, and the moon has not been seen for two days.

Last night, when the clouds covered it, there was a moon halo suddenly, and the moon halo had strong winds.The wind is coming from the north, and there will probably be a blizzard today.

"Prepare the car, put more thick furs in the car, and put some heaters."

Yun Lang withdrew his gaze: "Where does Duke Qian live, or is it the Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing?"

Knowing that the old master could not stop him, he struggled for a moment, stopped talking, and nodded.

"The car is going slowly, I will ride the horse first."

Yun Lang went to touch the Bishui Dan, grabbed the jade bottle, paused in the palm of his hand, but put it back again: "The prescription left by the doctor Liang, cook me a bowl of medicine according to the prescription, I drink it before leaving."

The old master replied in a low voice, and was about to run to work when Yun Lang stopped him again.

"How much wine does Xiao Shuo save for me in the mansion? Pick the best ones, put them in the car and take them there."

Yun Lang said: "Give me another rope."

Yun Lang was tied up with hemp rope a lot, and after thinking about it, he finally didn't make up his mind: "Is there any silk in the sky? If it's not enough, softer fabric is fine, but it needs to be longer, and it's best if it can be stretched to two or three meters. "

Celestial silk is precious, and it is very difficult for ordinary nobles to get one, and how can they be cut and made into strips of cloth.The old master didn't know what Yunlang was going to do with it, so he tried his best to think about it: "Is silk okay? There really aren't any that are too long, I need a few pieces to connect..."

Yun Lang nodded: "Thank you."

The old master hurriedly shook his head: "Did you bring all the wine from the house? There are probably hundreds of jars, all of which are small jars, including Meishou from Fenglelou, fairy mash from Xinlelou, and Fangzhaiyuanzi. Qiongsu from Zhengdian, Qianrichun from Zhongshan Garden..."

Yun Lang was silent for a moment, suppressed the thoughts in his chest, and said in a low voice: "The one you have chosen, bring... the ten altars."

Yun Lang pressed his forehead: "I won't bring the smoked lamb leg, it belongs to Prince Xiao Xiao, so don't let others eat it."

The old master didn't dare to ask more questions, so he answered and went down to get busy with preparations.

Yun Lang sat in the room for a while, then went to rummage through the box brought by the old master, took out the wooden chariot that was said to be for him, and took a closer look.

These years Xiao Shuo has really improved, and his carving is not much worse than King Jing's. Not only the wheels of the chariot can move, but also a few exquisite small doors can be opened, and there is a place for the battle flag to be placed on it.

After fiddling with it a few times, Yun Lang put the small chariot in the brocade box and put it away carefully. It was not put back into the "secret room" which was a few inches square, and it was placed on the bookshelf in front of Xiao Shuo's bed.

Then he picked out the charming wooden rabbit, wiped it carefully, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Marching formations and watching the weather are the most basic skills.Yun Lang took his soldiers and rushed to Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing. Halfway there, it was snowing.

"Major General, I'm afraid this snow is not small." Dao Scar chased up against the wind, "Let's—"

Yun Lang tightened his cloak and urged the horse again: "Hurry up, hurry up before the snow falls through."

Scar hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything, and said yes.

Yun Lang hadn't run a horse like this for several years, Dao Scar wasn't very relieved at first, seeing that he was still on the horse as before, he was a little relieved, turned his horse's head and went back to pass the order.

Yun Lang lowered his body a bit, avoiding the colder wind, pulled the reins, and drove into the path with lush vegetation.

The suburbs of Beijing are not as prosperous as the capital city. Although walking in the woods is difficult, it can shelter from wind and snow, and it is a rare shortcut.

Outside the hunting village, which was supposed to be nearly half a day away, there was already a group of horseshoe prints in just an hour.

"Remember to sweep the tail and erase the traces."

Yun Lang discerned the direction: "The Zhuangzi of the mansion is also nearby, he will be the first one to meet you in the east, you go to avoid the snow and drink a bowl of hot ginger soup."

Dao Scar responded and ordered: "Major General, what about you?"

Yun Lang glanced around, threw the reins casually, jumped off the horse with one leg, and strode over.

It had been snowing for about an hour, and everything as far as the eye could see was silvery white.Dao Scar didn't pay attention to it, and almost didn't see a person standing at the gate of the village, he was stunned for a while.

Yun Lang walked over and pulled Xiao Shuo over.

Xiao Shuo was swayed by him, opened his eyes, and frowned: "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" Yun Lang was amused by him, and patted the snow that had accumulated on Xiao Wangye's body indiscriminately, "How many days have you been standing here?"

"You have sent me so many things, how long can I stand?"

Xiao Shuo said indifferently: "I just came today. I visited some of my father's former ministries two days ago. I didn't mean to hide from you."

Before Yun Lang interrogated him, he was blocked first and lost his temper: "Forget it...I'll interrogate you later on."

The snow was so heavy that Xiao Shuo's body was freezing cold.Yun Lang frowned more and more, couldn't help raising his hand to take off the cloak, but Xiao Shuo raised his hand and held it down.

"Desperate." Yun Lang frowned, and couldn't help scolding him, "If the old Duke doesn't open the door for you, you won't climb over the wall? Just standing outside the door?"

"..." Xiao Shuo looked at him: "Young General Yun, we are now planning a court situation."

Yun Lang naturally knew that he was planning a court situation: "Nonsense, I know—"

"I came to see Lord Qian, hoping to have solid support in the court."

Xiao Shuo: "This matter needs to be carefully discussed and pondered over and over again. You want me to ride on the wall, ask him to help me during the Great Dynasty, and then give advice, not to ask for peace from Rongdi? How will the history books be written at that time?" , the Alliance on the Wall?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth and coughed: "..."

"It's nothing more than selling it miserably, imitating the ancient Lixue, and making my grandfather feel unbearable."

Xiao Shuo stood up until now, and finally got some effect from being buried in the snow, so Yun Lang took a good picture: "Look at what you have done."

Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo, feeling a little guilty: "The snow is not enough, I'll bury it for you again?"

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes: "...No need."

He calculated the time, Duke Qian would go back to pay homage to his daughter at this time every year, and would go out in a moment.

Seeing him standing in the snow was fine, and if he didn't want to see him again, at most he would reprimand him and drive him away forcibly.

If he opened the door and saw Young Master Yun burying him with snow at the door, the three of them would be beaten to death at least.

No matter how this matter is handled, the old grievances of the past must be brought out.Xiao Shuo didn't want Yun Lang to get involved, but he didn't think that the old master still couldn't hide him.

As the wind and snow got colder, Xiao Shuo's eyes darkened, and he pulled Yun Lang to a place sheltered from the wind, and turned sideways to shield him from the wind.

Yun Lang stood with him for a while, feeling a little worried: "If I kneel at the door, can I kneel open the door?"

"Yes." Xiao Shuo glanced at him, "If you kneel down for a moment and no one opens the door, I won't be able to bear it any longer and will go over and pull you up."

Yun Lang listened intently for a long time, then was taken aback for a while: "But the door is still not open."

"When you and I are wrestling, as long as one person can't stand firmly, he can accidentally knock open the door." Xiao Shuo said, "When you roll in, remember to stretch out one foot to block the door and let the other person in. "

"..."

Yun Lang always felt that Xiao Wangye was good at talking in recent years, so he dismissed the idea with a blank expression, took a handful of snow and smashed it on Xiao Xiaowang's face.

Xiao Shuo wiped his face calmly: "The Zhuangzi of the family is also nearby, the first one to meet Xiangdong, you—"

"Go to avoid the snow and drink a bowl of hot ginger soup."

Yun Lang was discouraged, and squatted beside him: "I won't go."

Xiao Shuo suppressed his temper, half knelt down, and tied the cloak tightly for Young Master Yun: "What's the use of you here? If my grandfather doesn't want to see you, you'll only add to my trouble here."

"I'm afraid my grandfather will beat you." Yun Lang reluctantly lowered his head and muttered, "Grandfather wants to beat you, but you must not hide, so I have no choice but to rush forward and hug you to block you..."

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, then stroked the top of his hair: "The lamb kneels to breastfeed, and the crow feeds back."

"..." Yun Lang almost suspected that he didn't hear clearly: "What the hell?"

"I have blocked you so many times, and finally taught you this."

Xiao Shuo said: "But you really can't stop this matter."

Xiao Shuo was extra careful, and wiped off all the snow on Yunlang's head, and withdrew his hand: "I am the one who is going to be taught by my grandfather, and I am also the one who is annoyed. You have done nothing wrong, so you shouldn't be punished."

"Whether he should or not, you don't know the original strength of the general immediately, if you don't hold back—"

Yun Lang glanced at him, sighed heavily, and smashed a small snowball on the door: "There is another way, will you listen?"

Xiao Shuo frowned: "What way?"

"Do you still remember? When you were in the palace, you vomited blood when you were agitated."

Yun Lang moved closer to him, and whispered in a low voice: "Where did the blood come from? Is it a blood bag? Give me some."

Xiao Shuo was quiet for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Yun Lang: "For you?"

"What's going on with your body, Duke Qian knows."

Yun Lang planned very well: "You can hide your vomiting blood from the emperor, but Lord Qian may not believe it. But if I come, no matter whether he is angry with me or not, he should know about my situation."

Yun Lang tugged Xiao Shuo, full of confidence: "I vomited blood and fell to the ground, you hug me and cry, begging him for help."

Xiao Shuo's eyes were vaguely cold, and he turned his head: "No."

"Isn't that okay?" Yun Lang couldn't figure it out, and raised his head in surprise, "According to my previous temper, I didn't discuss it with you, and just used my internal energy to shake my heart, and spit out blood before talking about anything else."

Yun Lang felt that he had changed a lot, but he couldn't figure out why Xiao Shuo was reluctant: "It's not true, it's just pretending——"

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo said softly, "You let me go, I finally stopped having this dream."

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, his heart also tugged slightly, and he was unable to speak for a while.

"Besides... that blood, I can't share it with you."

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes: "This idea is not good, you can change it."

"No, no, don't use this idea anymore."

Yun Lang shook his head wholeheartedly, shook Xiao Shuo's hand, moved a little closer, and distributed the warmth of his body to him: "Look, I'm alive and kicking."

Xiao Shuo was held warmly by him, closed his eyes for a while, and stood up with support.

Yun Lang also stood up. Although he was dressed warmly, his physique was not as good as Xiao Shuo's after all. He was a little stiff from the cold at this time, and he stomped his feet to move around a few times.

"Why don't you bring a carriage?" Xiao Shuo pulled him down under the eaves, "If it's cold, you can go back to the carriage to avoid the snow."

"The carriage moves so slowly, I can't wait."

Yun Lang took a deep breath into his palm: "Don't worry, I won't be brave."

"Just to see you."

Yun Lang knew what he was thinking, and cooperated extraordinarily: "I can accompany you for a while. If I can't hold on any longer, I'll wait for you in our mansion, drink hot ginger soup, and sleep on the warm couch."

It was rare for Xiao Shuo to hear him say something pleasant, his expression relaxed, he stretched out his hand to hold him, and tested his wrist pulse a few times.

"It's just that the blood doesn't flow smoothly, it's an old problem." Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo, his mouth still restless, and he came over happily, "Little prince, give me one?"

Xiao Shuo was teased by him once for nothing, but he was unmoved, he checked his pulse carefully by pressing his wrist: "Okay, how to smooth the method?"

Yun Lang bullied Xiao Shuo since he was a child and grew up, relying on Xiao Xiaowang's unrestrained teasing, he would stomp his feet and grit his teeth to scold him for his dignity.

Seeing that the two of them were getting older, Yun Lang didn't notice for a while, but he took the conversation lightly, and didn't know how to reply: "I—"

"If you can't tell." Xiao Shuo said, "Let me choose."

Yun Lang was tongue-tied, vaguely feeling some ominous premonition, and took two steps back: "Xiao Shuo."

"You asked me for blood just now, but I said I couldn't give it to you."

Xiao Shuo said, "It's not that I don't want to give it, but it's inconvenient."

Yun Lang was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly realized that the back of his ear was burning hot: "I don't need it! You—"

"I was in front of the emperor at that time, if I didn't show weakness, I couldn't win his trust."

Xiao Shuo said slowly: "In desperation, he simply bit the root of his tongue, choked up blood, and cheated the world."

"You don't need to talk about the details!" Yun Lang was too late for remorse, "Is your tongue healed? Shut up..."

"I have been eating lightly for several days, and I have also used medicine, so I am almost healed." Xiao Shuo said, "Three days ago, I was invited to roast a whole lamb, and I have been a little bit burnt these few days."

Yun Lang: "..."

These days, Xiao Shuo kept the story book in the court files and devoted himself to studying hard. Now when he said it so bluntly, his ear was burned unconsciously.

He was silent for a moment, recalling the sentences in the book, and followed the script one by one: "I want to trouble you, please help me to read."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo collected himself and took a step forward.

Young Master Yun made a bang sound, his blood flowed straight to the top of his head, he turned around twice in desperation, and flew into the fence of Lord Qianguo's Hunting Village.