Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Early the next morning, the study delivered a message and asked for another hundred bolts.

The old master led people to fill three boxes, watched the prince leave the mansion, delivered them in person, and knocked on the door of the study with his breath held.

Yun Lang tidied up, went to bed early and got up early with the prince, and had breakfast.Before he could go out, he was sitting alone at the table, pondering the study of the pin tower on the table.

The old master held the box and said cautiously, "Why did I get to this point..."

"It's hard to say." Yun Lang tried to hold one, and moved it out to twitch, "Do you have night clothes at home? Please help me get a set, I need to use it at night."

The old master was stunned for a moment, put aside his other thoughts for a moment, and said nervously: "Where are you going? Is there any danger? Your lord——"

Yun Lang waved his hands: "It's okay, I just went to explore the way."

The Yun family became an official with martial arts, and there is a family tradition of lightness kung fu and body skills.Yunlang practiced well since he was a child, but he was still bored, so he went to the Jinwu Guard for a while, and often competed with the late emperor's hidden guards to ask for advice.

Most of the fighting on the battlefield is about opening and closing. General Yun's martial arts methods are nimble and light, which is actually a bit contrary. It is not very smooth on the battlefield.

When he first joined the Shuofang Army, Yun Lang was always taught a few times by King Duan.You can't sit still on horseback, you can't think that the horse is slow to jump off and run by yourself, and you are not allowed to jump up and hit the head of the general opposite.

Yun Lang was pressed and polished by King Duan for several years before he finally got used to the immediate fighting skills on the battlefield.But he is not good at this after all, he was young when he went to the Shuofang Army, his muscles and bones have not yet matured, so strength is naturally not his strong point.Not to mention fighting with King Duan on horseback, if you are really facing the captain of the heavy armored cavalry in full armor, you have to think of some ways to outsmart him.

But if you don't need to fight, no matter where you sneak to explore the way and get some news, you can search inside and outside the capital, but you can't find anything more reliable than him.

Yun Lang was thinking about the latch tower, almost collapsed once, and was able to stabilize himself: "Among the invitations these days, is there someone from the old line of Yang Ge from Jixian Pavilion?"

"There are a few, but they are all shelved."

Knowing that Yunlang would only go out at night, the old master was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Yes, people from the Ministry of Rites and the Academy of Rituals have come, and people from the Imperial College have also come, and left a post on purpose."

Yun Lang took the post, glanced at it briefly, and put it aside: "Press it down, and wait."

"Yes." The old master lowered his head and wrote down, "Do you want to wait for some more important officials?"

"Guozijian's business is not without weight."

Yun Lang had already remembered the list that Xiao Shuo compiled, and shook his head: "It's just that these people are still his ostensible disciples."

Xiao Xiaowang was in Ming Dynasty, and he was originally made up by the emperor to help him become a living target, and use it to die with him.

Now, although the opposing forces are hidden in the dark, they have vaguely figured out the clues. The two sides are secretly competing under the eyes of the emperor, and they are fighting for who is more able to sit still.

Unable to advance and unable to retreat, this old man Yang Ge who was deceived by them and forced out by unreasonable and unreasonable routines is probably the most uncomfortable now.

"Kaifeng Yin's position is probably clear in his heart. Wei Zhun's temper, at most, can only be watched from the sidelines, and he will not let him drive him."

Yun Lang knocked on the door, slowly pulled out one from the stacked pin towers, and put it on the top: "According to the number of times I was picked up by the test Shuangtang, the humble children under his command can only I’m afraid of dozens of people.”

The old master couldn't understand these things, but when he thought of the secrets in the Shuangtang Hall, he felt uncomfortable: "Even for the sake of the prince, you must not hurt yourself like that again."

Yun Lang couldn't help laughing, rubbed the tea cup on the table, and slowly turned it around.

The old master didn't get a response from him, so he couldn't help but tighten his heart: "Young Master?"

"I know the severity." Yun Lang said, "It doesn't matter."

The old master looked at him, but became more and more uneasy. He hurried over and closed the study door firmly.

"..." Yun Lang regained his composure and raised his head. Looking at the situation in front of him, he even admired for a moment: "Everyone in our house is determined to lock me up and tie me up?"

"If you are locked up and tied up, you will be safe and sound. We did it even if we were scolded and punished."

The old master said in a low voice: "The current situation is indeed dangerous, but it is really time to weigh the choices..."

"I will also consider him first." Yun Lang said, "I was distracted just now, I was thinking about other things."

The old master was startled: "What do you think?"

"In my current situation, there are still seven old injuries on my body that have not fully healed." Yun Lang pondered, "The meridians are not smooth. It's the root of the disease."

The old master's heart suddenly hung in his throat: "Why did you say this suddenly?"

Yun Lang was seriously injured, so no one in the family knew about it.But these days, the old master watched with his own eyes that Yun Lang was tied into a hedgehog by the old doctor Liang, lying on the couch rather than surrender. He had never seen Young Master Yun confess so happily.

Things went wrong, but the old master was full of worry and went up to help him: "But the old injury has reappeared?! Please don't go out, we're going to ask Mr. Liang—"

"No." Yun Lang held him down, "It's just an old injury, I'm very healthy now."

The old master was worried: "You said that last time, and coughed up half a basin of blood."

Yun Lang has been used to digging through old accounts, and now he doesn't feel ashamed, and admits his mistakes very smoothly: "I was the one talking nonsense last time, it's too shameful."

"It's really not a lie this time." Yun Lang pulled him, sincerely, "Trust me."

The old master was still full of hesitation: "You told me to believe you last time, you got off the couch, and before you went out, your old injury flared up and passed out."

"This is really too much." Yun Lang reflected, "The old injury has flared up, how can we still toss around? I don't want my life? I have to close it and tie it up."

The young master's attitude today is really good, but the old master is especially uncertain. For a moment, he was a little worried about the roof of the prince's house, and firmly guarded the door: "Since... why did you suddenly mention this?"

Yun Lang waited for a long time for this question, then cleared his throat, and happily said, "Xiao Shuo said he wants to build a medicine pond, and soak it with me."

The old master was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered: "The mansion said to build a soup pool, is it for this?"

The old master looked forward to the two of them reading more every day, and now that they have made rapid progress to this point, they are very pleased: "Okay, don't worry. We will definitely repair it according to this purpose, and make it comfortable and spacious."

Yun Lang didn't have very high requirements for the soup pool, it was enough for two people to be able to hold water in it, nodded, and said enthusiastically: "According to what he said, wherever you have been injured, you have to apply medicated oil to massage that place. "

There was some enthusiasm behind Yun Lang's ears: "I didn't fall asleep, and after thinking about it for half a night, I felt that I was injured a little bit."

"..." The old master was just half relieved, "What?"

"The injury is less." Yun Lang was very regretful, "I counted all the time, and there are only seven places that are not healed, and they are all on the chest, back and shoulders. I don't have any meat when I touch it myself. What's the point of being hard."

The old master didn't come back to his senses for a while, he stumbled and said: "So, so..."

"I'm thinking." Yun Lang had been thinking about it for a long time, but at this moment he was still struggling, holding his teacup, "It's too late to stab my ass now."

The old master: "..."

"I'm also afraid that Tangchi will be healed in a few days, but my injury is still not healed."

Yun Lang thought carefully: "When the time comes, I have not done anything yet, but I have seen Hong first. I am afraid that the little prince will not be able to keep up with those few old story books..."

"Little Marquis." The old master couldn't help it, and he remonstrated, "Excuse me, my servant, your story... I'm afraid it's no better than the prince's."

Yun Lang was inexplicable: "I've seen everything, how can I not be better than him?"

While running around outside, Yun Lang hid in the ruined temple in the mountains to recuperate, with nothing to do, all he did was watch these things to pass the time.

The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, the jurisdiction of local bookstores and bookstores is not as strict as in the capital, and the scripts are far wilder than in the capital.For a single hot spring, there are at least a dozen or twenty ways of writing, awake, unconscious, sitting, lying down, each with its own advantages, far more than the plot methods in the capital.

Yun Lang came back in a hurry this time, and came at a dead end, and some belongings were not brought back to Beijing, and they were left on the way.

If Xiao Xiaowang couldn't find the next book, he might have to think about how to bring the words to the local old department, and managed to send back the few books that he had treasured.

The old master listened, with mixed feelings: "You mean... there are so many kinds of script books out there, and they have everything."

"Yes." Yun Lang didn't have the nerve to say it too bluntly. After seeing what the old master said, he simply admitted, "It is indeed richer than those in Beijing."

The old master: "There are [-] ways to write hot springs alone."

Yun Lang nodded: "Yes."

"You have seen twenty ways of writing." The old master said, "Now, in order to let the prince rub it... I am determined to stab myself."

Yun Lang opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words: "..."

"Among these twenty ways of writing, does anyone need to use a knife? Even if there is... is it used in this way? Just stick it up? Isn't it all hot on the tip of the candle, stained with honey—"

The old master paused and coughed: "Anyway, how can there be anything like what you said?"

The old master had lived for decades, and it was the first time he saw the two of them living their lives like this: "Fortunately, you said it here, if you are in power for a while, go to the prince and tell..."

"I couldn't hold it back, so I told him." Yun Lang dripped on the table, "Guess what these hundred bolts are for."

The old master: "..."

"I thought I was very talented and came up with No.20." Yun Lang felt a little disappointed, and sighed, "So it's so different from the first twenty."

The old master wanted to give Wang Ye a bowl of soothing soup for a while: "In the future...if you have any ideas, please discuss with us first."

The old master knew what the bolts were for, so he called Xuan Tiewei and ordered ten bolts to be installed on each door and window of the study: "Don't go to the prince directly."

Yun Lang looked at the tinkling Xuan Tiewei in the room, and was unhappy, lying on the table: "Got it."

"Has your dagger been confiscated by the prince again?"

Seeing that his hands were empty, the old master guessed what was going on, "It's not easy for the lord to sleep well, so don't go get it, if you really don't have a weapon in hand, the old servant will open the armory in the mansion... "

"No need." Yun Lang touched the locust rock in his sleeve, "I like to use that one because it looks good."

General Yun has been used to it since he was a child, and he always uses the best looking ones.Every time I go out with the army, I would rather die than wear a hat, infantry armor weighing forty to fifty kilograms, silver robes, silver armor and silver spears, and a cluster of red spear tassels on the head of the spears.

When picking a dagger, regardless of whether it is in your hands or not, naturally you have to pick a fancy one that looks extremely expensive and valuable.

Yun Lang blew on the ginseng tea, and suddenly remembered something: "Did he say that my spear and arrow are all in Dali Temple?"

The old master couldn't keep up with Yun Lang's thoughts for a moment, he was stunned for a moment, and nodded: "The prince did say it...it shouldn't be bad after all."

"At the beginning, things happened in such a hurry that none of the parties had time to respond."

The old master said: "At that time, the current emperor and the six princes of the year were also attached to Dali Temple. The minister of Dali Temple investigated vigorously, convicted him on the same day, and confiscated all the things in the mansion that night. Even the prince went to ask for it later. He was just sent out the door by polite words."

Yun Lang roughly knew this, nodded his head, and thought about it: "Is Yao Hou the current secretary of Dali Temple?"

"Yes." The old master said, "Even if we talk about it now, the old officials in the court and the Dali Temple are the first group of confidants who followed the current emperor."

The old master still remembered the situation at that time: "Back then, when the sixth prince was named a virtuous king, he began to emerge. It was through a major case assisted by the Dali Temple that he forcibly brought down the third envoy of the previous generation..."

Yun Lang was walking distractedly when he suddenly said, "Third envoy?"

"That's right." The old master nodded, "It was a case about the salt company, and it caused a lot of trouble at the time."

"The third envoy of the previous generation was Xiao Yanping, the king of Jiangling. It is said that the officials under him colluded with him and slaughtered his family's salt shop overnight."

The old master hadn't entered the palace at that time, so he thought about it, and gave Yun Lang a rough explanation: "The people from the salt shop went to Beijing to file a complaint, and Kaifeng Yin sent people to investigate the case, but he was seriously injured down there, and almost couldn't return. come."

At that time, the case was full of disturbances, and almost no one in Beijing knew about it.It's just that it's been too long, 25 or [-] years have passed, and it is gradually not being mentioned.

Nowadays, in the court, there are still people who remember this matter, and they are either old enough to take care of themselves and not care about world affairs, or they are still buried in their own business, trying to find their own way out, no one talks about it anymore.

"This matter is protected by officials and officials, and they are pressed to death. There is no way to ask for help."

The old master refilled a cup of tea for Yun Lang, and continued: "The former Kaifeng Yin fought for half a year, and he was disheartened, so he resigned from his official position and returned home. The late emperor sent people to chase him, but he couldn't get back."

The old master said: "There is no one in charge of the Kaifeng mansion, and there is no prince in charge concurrently in the court. We have to choose one of the royal family's children according to the ancestral system to lead the Kaifeng mansion..."

Yun Lang asked: "Is that our present emperor?"

"Yes." The old master nodded, "Later——"

Yun Lang put down the teacup: "Why not Uncle Duan Wang?"

"How could it be the former prince?" The old master stopped talking, and was stunned for a moment, "The former prince is a warrior, and he should find a prince who is from the text."

Yun Lang thought about the deep meaning hidden in this matter, and shook his head: "25 six years ago, before Uncle Duan opened his mansion, he knew he was going to fight?"

The old master followed Duan Wang after the founding of the mansion, so many years have passed, looking back, he naturally does not feel that there is anything wrong.

But among the princes in the court at that time, those who had sufficient qualifications and ages were supposed to be Duan Wang.

"According to the ancestral system of this dynasty, if the governor of Kaifeng is vacant, the crown prince will concurrently serve. If the crown prince has not been appointed in the court, the adult prince will also be in charge of Kaifeng government affairs."

Yun Lang has been memorizing the laws and regulations of the dynasty these days, tapped the table with his fingers, and calculated in his mind: "The current emperor should not have reached the crown at that time."

"Yes." The old master was awakened by him, "It is indeed half a year away. At that time, there were people in Beijing who discussed this matter, but it seems that there is a highly respected adult in the court as a guarantee..."

Yun Lang: "Who is it?"

The old master never thought about it, so he stopped for a while.

Yun Lang knocked on the window, trying to push it away, but seeing the thirty bolts, he felt a headache: "...Scar."

Immediately there was a voice outside the window: "Major General."

"Go and send a letter to Yushi Zhongcheng, asking him to check some things for me."

Through the window, Yun Lang thought about it and said slowly: "26 years ago, the presiding judge of Kaifeng Mansion and the co-trial of Dali Temple overthrew the old salt trade case of the third envoy."

"Yes." Scar responded, and asked again, "There are other—"

Yun Lang nodded: "Yes, Zha was a highly respected court official who recommended the Sixth Prince and also took care of Kaifeng's affairs."

Yun Lang paused for a moment, then said again: "Is it Yang Xianyou?"

"Old Yang Ge?!" The old master listened with bated breath for a while, and was stunned when he heard the most unlikely name, "But—isn't he a third-party person? Now the emperor supports our princes, isn't it just to deal with them? ..."

Yun Lang: "What if this sixth prince was also the one who was supported back then?"

The old master suddenly woke up, stood there in a daze, and said nothing.

"Keeping tigers and devouring wolves, making friends from a distance and attacking from a distance, using a rotten method on the battlefield."

Yun Lang motioned for Scar to go first, gathered his clothes and got up: "I've always wondered, there isn't much trouble in the court now, what makes our emperor so uneasy, he would rather make the court a mess, and keep all the officials and departments firmly in place." Hold it in your hand... If this is the case, it will be easier to understand."

"You mean—someone back then supported the sixth prince in order to seize power, and wanted to covet the throne."

The old master said in a low voice: "However, I don't want the Sixth Prince to take this seat first after he became full-fledged?"

Yun Lang nodded: "I'll go to Dali Temple to see if this is the case."

"Are you going now?" The old master was taken aback, "It's still daytime, I'm afraid—"

"The queue is full at night, and there is no time."

Yun Lang stretched his muscles and bones, and took out a set of sleeve arrows that was exactly the same as the one he gave Xiao Wangye, and put it on his wrist: "Besides, I'm going to Dali Temple to look through the scrolls, and I'm going to look through the files at night with candles, not to tell others Am I peeking? It’s better to browse during the day.”

The old master still felt uneasy, wondering: "Although that is the case, it is too dangerous after all."

The old master tried his best to stop Yunlang: "Although the court is closed now, Dali Temple is used to being garrisoned. What should we do if we encounter the patrolling guards again?"

"Secretary of Bodyguards? It's because I sprained my ankle that day that they touched a corner of my clothes."

Yun Lang didn't take it seriously: "Unless—"

The old master: "What?"

"It shouldn't be such a coincidence."

Yun Lang stroked his chin and thought for a while: "I'll come back as soon as I go. If you're really worried, send me a helper."

Only then did the old master remember that he had sent Scar out, looked around, and resolutely said, "Young Lord, this old servant can't jump..."

"You are in the mansion, help me watch them build the soup pool."

Yun Lang pressed him in time: "Let Brother Lian Sheng go with me."

The old master was a little astonished, and looked up at Yunlang.

Lian Sheng is King Duan's personal soldier, he was saved by King Duan, and he almost committed suicide and was buried with his predecessor.

Later, he failed to die, and after the bloody incident, he stayed in Prince Yan's mansion and led the Xuantie Guard to guard him day and night.

When Yun Lang returned home from the execution ground, he was brought back by Lian Sheng.

At that time, the people in the mansion didn't know the real situation back then, some firmly believed that Yunlang had difficulties, and tried to take care of him secretly, but there were also some like Lian Sheng, whose temper was so twisted that he couldn't turn around, and often spoke sarcastically to Yunlang.

Later, the misunderstanding was resolved, and the goodbye was inevitably embarrassing.Lian Sheng has been on the outskirts these days, rarely coming to the study, and has never shown himself a few times until now.

The old master was a little embarrassed: "If you really need help..."

Yun Lang smiled helplessly, and said in a good voice, "Help me and ask Brother Lian Sheng to accompany me."

The old master watched him grow up, and seeing that Yunlang was no different from when he was young, his heart felt a little astringent: "Are you... for the prince?"

When Lian Sheng returned to the capital with King Duan, he once commanded the Dianqian Division, and now Du Yuhou is still his old department.

Now that Xiao Shuo is in charge of the front office, if he can have Lian Sheng to assist him, he will be more than twice as handy in everything.

"My lord... also asked." The old master said in a low voice, "General Lian said that he only wanted to be a black iron guard in the palace..."

"he asks?"

Yun Lang cleared his throat, stood up straight with a stern face, imitating Xiao Xiaowang's tone: "Now I am in charge of the front office. The old things have not changed, and the old people are the same. If you still want to go back, just tell me. "

The old master was on the scene at the time, and now he stood there helplessly, and listened to it again without missing a word: "..."

Yun Lang was worried for Prince Yan: "I said it earlier, but no one else could tell that he was apologizing to Lian Sheng."

The old master has been with Xiao Shuo for so many years, but he didn't hear a word, and was stunned for a moment: "Is this an apology? It's very good, why is the prince apologizing——"

"Who knows, you always take care of yourself when you have something to do." Yun Lang said, "I failed to protect the commander in front of the palace, I failed to protect these loyal soldiers of the uncle Wang. To be able to spend every day in the palace..."

"..." The old master didn't know how to react for a while, and his heart was complicated: "Does this... mean so much?"

"He is a man who doesn't speak well of good things."

Yun Lang was quite unhappy when he thought about it now, he touched one and secretly said bad things about Prince Xiao: "It was the same last night, you have to train me."

The old master had a headache: "Perhaps—it must be because you want to stab yourself with a knife..."

"Isn't it that you can't use this kind? Just talk about it." Yun Lang was sullen, "I still have twenty more."

"Yes." The old master encouraged in time, "You just choose one of these twenty kinds, and teach the prince some lessons, so that the prince can learn a lot."

Yun Lang was gearing up: "Definitely."

"Just follow what is said in the storybook, and there is no need to change anything." The old master rarely saw that he was on the right track, and was afraid that one of the two would miss it again, "You just pick out the rest, we Go get ready."

Yunlang was full of fighting spirit: "I know."

"That's right." The old master said happily, "You and the prince are adults now, so you should act like adults and do what adults should do..."

Encouraged by him, Yun Lang flipped through the inventory in his head, and was about to pick the most exciting one, when a notification sound came from outside the study.

One of the Xuan Tiewei who followed Xiao Shuo out came back, hurrying along, holding a food box in his hand.

"My lord asked to send it back?" The old master picked it up, a little worried, "But what's going on outside, and ask the young master to take care of it?"

"No." Xuan Tiewei shook his head, "Things outside are going well, the prince has already passed the appointment at Chenqiao, and now he is rectifying the front office of the palace, and he patrolled the city for the first time today."

While patrolling the city, I happened to pass a tea and meal shop.

There was a lot of food for sale in the shop, the prince looked at it for a while, picked out a few, packed them up and asked someone to bring them back.

This matter was very old-fashioned, the old master was very happy, hurriedly cleared the table, and brought out everything: "Is it all for the young master?"

"Yes." Xuan Tiewei said, "I have to listen to the young master to finish eating."

The old master was clearing the table, when he heard this, he was stunned: "Why are you listening?"

"I don't know." Xuan Tiewei just passed on the message, and shook his head if he didn't know, "There are four things."

The old master held a plate of crisp Qiong Ye: "..."

"This disc is called the sound of falling snow."

Xuan Tiewei pointed, and took out another plate of crispy plums with sugar snap peas: "This one is called Fengleixiang."

Yun Lang: "...Oh."

Xuan Tiewei brought out a bowl of stewed bone soup with three delicacies: "This is called Xichuang Tingyu..."

"Listen to his uncle's rain!" Yun Lang couldn't hold back the fire, "Such a thick bone! If it reminds people of window railings, I can pull Dawan up a tree—"

"Little Lord, little Lord."

The old master could hardly stop him, and he was so anxious that he hurriedly urged the last thing: "What is that? It looks very delicate and cute, but is it a new product from Bianliang?"

"It's made of cow's milk cheese and filled with amber honey."

Xuan Tiewei brought out the last dish, and placed it on the table carefully and steadily: "The craftsman with extremely skillful hands, while the crispy cheese was about to set, embedded honey beans as eyes, and then carved it into the shape of a jade rabbit." ..."

The old master finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Your lord stopped after seeing this?"

"Exactly." Xuan Tiewei was a little strange, "You are in the mansion, how do you know?"

The old master took a look at Young Master Yun's expression, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat back at the table according to Yun Lang: "Nonsense, the prince has always paid attention to these things..."

"It is true that I saw this first, so I stopped to pick the other three."

Xuan Tiewei nodded: "The lord said that the crispy cheese can't be kept, so I asked the young master to eat the half portion for him first, and return it later."

Xiao Xiaowang has grown up so big, there are only a handful of times when he can speak like this.

Yun Lang felt hot behind his ears, sat at the table, tried his best to keep a straight face, and suppressed the corners of his mouth that could hardly be stretched.

"Don't worry about it, my lord, I'll ask someone to learn it later." The old master looked at Yun Lang, relieved himself, nodded and smiled, "What's this dessert called?"

"Snow, thunder, rain."

Xuan Tiewei: "There is still one frost."

Shuang is cold in nature, but also extremely clean. It has always been casually matched, and it has become elegant and clean.

Even if every child in the capital can recite the sentence "Suspected to be frost on the ground", it has reached the extreme of describing the moonlight.

The old master was very sure, he let out a long sigh of relief: "Shuang what?"

Xuan Tiewei: "Shuangluo Rabbit jumped over the wall."

The old master: "..."

"Used 'Frost Falling Bear Rising Tree'."

Xuan Tiewei managed to memorize these things with great difficulty, and said with a straight face: "My lord said, when I see this, I think of my little lord——"

The old master had sharp eyes and quick hands, and firmly covered Xuan Tiewei's mouth.

Yun Lang sat at the table with a calm expression, and poked his finger over the pin tower that Xiao Wang Ye had finally built up.

The old master pressed his chest, dragged Xuan Tiewei out of the house, and asked someone to boil a bowl of soup for protecting the mind, qi, soothing the spleen and nourishing the mind for young master Yun.