Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yun Lang loosened his hand.

The chestnut fell to the ground, rolled twice, and fell into the shadows.

This is not the first time he saw Xiao Shuo after Xi Jue.

After the death of King Duan that year, Prince Xiao Xiao was taken back to Beijing, and the late Emperor himself gave the crowning ceremony.The imperial guard surrounded the arch, and hundreds of officials congratulated in front of the Wende Hall, and the momentum spread throughout the capital.

Yun Lang lay on the top of the bell tower and caught a glimpse from a distance.

The crowning of the royal family is not based on age, only when you leave the cabinet can you start a mansion, and Xiao Shuo can only count when he has reached his full age.

After the case of Duan Wang's mansion, the little prince appeared in front of people for the first time.Standing amidst the flattery and congratulations of Shengping, singing and dancing, being pressed down by layers of luxurious dresses, he is indifferently guided by the ceremony officer.

There is a distinct coldness between the brows.

Yun Lang came back to his senses, and put the stove in his arms.

He hugged the stove, warmed it in his arms for a while, then sat up straight again, his eyes fell on Xiao Shuo.

Yuhe 27 years.

King Duan was rehabilitated, Xiao Shuo took over the throne, and the queen passed away in shock and worry.

It was snowing all over the capital, and dripping water turned into ice. The six princes were ordered by the emperor to thoroughly investigate the case of King Duan's injustice.

Xiao Shuo closed the gates of the mansion and refused to welcome visits or gifts.He stood outside the palace for three days, got on the horse, turned around and returned to northern Xinjiang.

It's all about that year.

In the second year, the case of King Duan was wronged and brought to justice, and the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion was overthrown.Yunlang escaped from the capital, sneaked back to Shuobei, and fled all the way into the vast Qinling Mountains through Tongguan.

For the next five years, Yun Lang never returned to the capital.

……

Yun Lang rubbed his wrists, put down the heater, grabbed the shackles and chains hanging from his wrists, and stood up.

Knowing that Xiao Shuo was the "Lord of Hell" whom the capital talked about changing his face, Yun Lang was worried all the way, for fear that the little emperor's grandson would have a green face and fangs and eyes like copper bells in recent years.

Now it seems that there are not many.

Xiao Shuo was very talented, he didn't know what to eat to grow up, he was half a head taller than him when he was ten years old, now it seems that he is not much different.

In terms of appearance alone, there is not much change.

The outline became sharper, the breath became thinner and colder, and the calm gaze fell on him, a vast expanse of frozen snow tundra.

Yun Lang stood in the frozen snow tundra for a while, then moved back, a little wanting to touch back the stove that had just been put down.

With a movement of his hand, Xuan Tiewei's long knife suddenly came out of its sheath, and said sharply: "Don't move!"

Yun Lang withdrew his hand.

Xuan Tiewei was very skillful, he didn't allow him to take a breath, the wind of the knife was fierce, and the shadow of the candle flickered.

The thin blood blade was chilling, and it was already on the neck.

Yun Lang raised his hands and smiled bitterly: "I'm still wearing shackles."

"Everyone knows."

Xiao Shuo stood in front of the door, staring at him for a long time, then said slowly, "Young Master Yun is extremely skilled, and he is very good at hidden weapons."

Yun Lang was a little embarrassed, and politely said, "The world praises..."

"Yuhe is 28 years old."

Xiao Shuo looked at him: "Tongguan guards reported that General Yunhui left the barracks without authorization and broke through the pass against the order."

Yun Lang opened his mouth, raised his head, and put down his hands.

Xiao Shuo's tone was flat, his expression was also indifferent, but the coldness was still hidden in the shadows, revealing little by little.

He didn't repel the Xuan Tiewei who was holding Yunlang hostage with a knife, and walked over slowly.

"In 29 years, Jiangnan West Road reported that Fei Qiwei found traces of rebellion, but found nothing."

Xiao Shuo turned the page of the secret letter: "The following year, Jiangning Mansion reported. Three hundred elite soldiers surrounded him for several days, and Captain Qingche was shot down from his horse with a hidden weapon. His success fell short."

Yun Lang lowered his head and smiled, opened his right hand, and sprinkled a handful of smooth locust stones on the ground.

"Two years ago, your trace was in the party item."

Xiao Shuo: "You were in Dali a year ago."

Xuan Tiewei fixed his eyes on Yun Lang, the blade pressed against the flesh of his neck, and the blood was faintly oozing out.

"My lord... is as careful as a hair."

Yun Lang also let go of the iron rod that unlocked the lock, and dropped it on the table: "It is said in the capital that King Yan was weak and sick, and closed his residence to hide from the world. Seeing him now makes people feel much more at ease."

"The capital is also legendary."

Xiao Shuo looked at him, and signaled Xuan Tiewei to put away the knife: "Young Lord Yun is guilty and repentant, he feels ashamed and shameless, and commits suicide in fear of crime."

"I thought so too." Yun Lang coughed and sighed softly, "It's a pity that something unexpected happened, and the blood of the king—"

Xiao Shuo closed the secret letter and put it on the table: "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang was startled for a moment, and looked up at him.

"Your traces over the years, the imperial army and the emperor are clear, I know."

Xiao Shuo said in a slow voice: "What the imperial army and the emperor don't know, I also know nine out of ten."

"you guess."

Xiao Shuo tilted his shoulders, and his cold eyebrows disappeared into the shadow of the candle: "Why do I know this?"

The young prince's voice was soft, and the killing intent was like the setting sun and thin snow, quietly falling with the shadows.

Eating meat and sleeping on the skin, crushing the bones and raising ashes.

Yun Lang looked at him, and slightly pulled the corner of his mouth.

He moved his lower lip to speak, but his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand to attack Xiao Shuo's chest and shoulders.

Flashlight.

Before Xuan Tiewei had time to react, Yun Lang threw Xiao Shuo down.

A few hidden arrows broke through the window and stabbed hard at the position where the two were standing just now.

"Who is it!" Xuan Tiewei yelled sharply, drew his knife and broke through the window, "Defense, there are assassins!"

Someone was running fast outside the window, the night was silent, and the sound of weapons clashing was extremely loud.

Yun Lang was very knowledgeable about current affairs, instead of standing up as a target, he was still lying flat under the window.

This blow was too strong, even with Xiao Shuo on the bottom, it still hit Venus.

Fog appeared in front of Yun Lang's eyes, he shook his head, and took a breath before he had time to confess his crime: "Follow the power in a hurry, offend the prince..."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on him.

Yun Lang was frozen by him, and felt that it was really inappropriate for him to plead guilty on the prince's body, so he turned over and sat on the ground.

Xiao Shuo stood up.

"You don't need to thank me, it's your job."

Yun Lang made a long story short: "If it is convenient for the prince, why not help me undo the shackles."

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo dusted off the dust on his clothes, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes." Yun Lang nodded and helped him calculate, "Six or seven years."

Xiao Shuo: "You are still so shameless."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo walked over, pulled out those arrows one by one, and looked at them.

The arrow came in from the window, although it stuck in the position of the two, it was obviously only Yun Lang's life to take.

Yun Lang didn't hide, but blocked by the window, so Xiao Shuo couldn't be hurt.

Yun Lang wanted to hide, but it didn't matter where he threw himself, but he took the shackles of more than ten kilograms and smashed Xiao Shuo to the ground together.

Yun Lang touched his nose, opened his mouth, and coughed lightly: "Almost..."

"I originally thought that I was the only one who wanted to kill you every day."

Xiao Shuo walked over and pushed open the punctured window: "It seems that your ability to seek death is no worse than it was back then."

The lamps and candles were all in the window, and when Xiao Shuo walked to the window, he was completely under the light, but it didn't add much warmth to his whole body.

Yun Lang was still a little dizzy, shook his head, pulled a chair and sat down.

"You were assassinated three times in the Shuofang army back then."

Xiao Shuo picked up the secret letter again: "Over the years, there have been countless assassinations, and they have followed us like a shadow."

Yun Lang rubbed his forehead, tried his best to clear his mind, and looked up at him.

...Although saying so is a bit offensive to the little prince.

But he really couldn't help feeling that Prince Yan's mansion stayed behind closed doors and was not involved in government affairs, and he might have been involved in all the official business these years.

Xuan Tiewei has been battle-tested and well-trained.The assassin lying in ambush outside was probably injured, and he couldn't run fast at first, and screams were heard not long after.

"But you are always on the lookout for unexpected changes, the cunning rabbit has three caves." Xiao Shuo said: "You have also escaped those ultimate moves."

Yun Lang coughed, and said modestly to him, "Good luck..."

"I would like to know."

Xiao Shuo ignored him, sat down at the table, picked up the stove and played with it: "The person who killed you is because of blood feud, or because of something else."

"It's blood and blood." Yun Lang stared at his stove, trying to interject, "My lord, can you—"

"for example."

Xiao Shuo: "Because of old events, or some shady secrets."

Xiao Shuo turned off the stove and took a look, then poured out the cold charcoal that was only warm outside the window: "I want to kill your mouth."

Yun Lang: "..."

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo casually threw down the empty stove, "What else do you know?"

"I don't know more than the little prince."

Yun Lang smiled wryly: "I'm a little cold, please ask my little prince to help me add another heater, at least—"

Xiao Shuo: "At least you are pregnant with my child?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth and stopped abruptly.

Xiao Shuo sat under the candle, tilted his head, and his eyes fell on Yun Lang.

His expression was flat, and his head tilted slightly like this, almost whitewashed all the cold and murderous intent in his body, revealing some very misleading old-fashioned expressions.

Yun Lang looked at him, unconsciously startled.

Probably because he was cold and confused, his mind was in a trance for a moment, and Xiao Shuo's youthful appearance appeared again.

The little emperor's grandson carved in powder and jade has grown up to be a teenager, and he has accumulated a lot of money to come from behind. He has improved a lot in knowledge, but he still has no royal demeanor at all.Needless to say, when raising troops to battle, King Duan stuffed a dagger into his hand, and he didn't even dare to kill a rabbit.

And cut his own hand.

Xuan Tiewei strangled all the assassins and reported back.Yun Lang propped himself on the ground, exerted his strength a few times to get up, and stepped aside.

When he rushed over just now, Xiao Shuo's sleeve arrow shot out of the window in an instant.

One of the assassins had the fine iron sleeve arrow nailed to his throat.

"Yunlang." Xiao Shuo didn't look at him, "You want to escape to northern Xinjiang, don't you?"

Yun Lang was about to take a sip of tea, and stopped on the rim of the cup after he paused.

"If you escape from prison, you will implicate Yushitai. Shuofang's army is in danger by robbing prisoners in the execution ground."

Xiao Shuo said in a low voice: "If you leave here, no matter how Yan Wang's mansion argues, outsiders will think that the so-called escape is just a cover. It is a lie that I brought you into the mansion to raise a baby. It is said that you escaped, but in fact, I have already abused you to vent my anger. Killing, crushing bones and ashes."

"The last few are not very convenient."

Under the eaves, the Yunlang man gave a dry cough, and gave in appropriately: "The little prince is really angry, even if Ling Yi abuses him..."

"Back then." Xiao Shuo said, "When the Marquis of Zhenyuan conspired against you, murdered and framed you, were you also so thoughtful?"

Yun Lang paused.

Behind Xiao Shuo, Xuan Tiewei was originally standing with his hands down, but when he heard the words, he raised his head, his cold eyes firmly fixed on him.

Yun Lang was silent for a while, then lowered his head and smiled.

"Kill—"

Yun Lang flicked his sleeves: "Also."

Yun Lang raised his head and closed his eyes: "My lord, please leave a whole body."

Xuan Tiewei's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he took a step forward, but Xiao Shuo raised his hand to stop him.

The room was silent for a while, then Xiao Shuo suddenly laughed.

Yun Lang's back felt faintly cold, he opened half of his eyes, and took a look quietly.

"Anyway."

Xiao Shuo picked up the secret letter, tore it up casually, and threw it into the brazier: "Young Master is pregnant with my child."

Xuan Tiewei: "..."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xuan Tiewei bowed his head: "Yes.

"Clean it up."

Xiao Shuo glanced at the corpses of the assassins, and ordered: "Go and get a heater."

Xuan Tiewei responded and was about to go out when Xiao Shuo stopped him: "There are still more."

Xuan Tiewei turned around, waiting for his order.

"Look for a room." Xiao Shuo raised his eyes and looked at Yun Lang, "Call out the servant girl to extend the medicine for the young master."

Yun Lang was embarrassed, and just wanted to be polite: "It's not necessary..."

Xiao Shuo: "Let him live."

Yun Lang: "..."