Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

There was silence inside and outside the house.

Yun Lang opened his mouth, cleared his throat, and stopped talking.

... The little prince's kindness is hard to turn down.

The servants of the Wangfu moved very quickly. While speaking, the new stove had been filled with animal gold charcoal and sent up again.

Yun Lang's eyes lit up, he swallowed the words for now, and reached out to take it: "Thank you, my lord..."

Xiao Shuo was very interested: "Thank you?"

Yun Lang looked up.

"You'd better be born." Xiao Shuo looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang hugged the stove, his eyes fell on Xiao Shuo.

We haven't seen each other for six years, Xiao Shuo now is of course different in many places compared to before.

But when you laugh, it becomes more.

Normally he could hide it, but a icy smile flashed across his eyes, and the turbulent anger was stained with blood, overflowing uncontrollably.

"October pregnant, I will wait enough."

Xiao Shuo stood up, and his tone without any warmth fell into Yunlang's ears: "After October..."

Xiao Shuo: "Any choice, one dead body and two lives."

Yun Lang: "..."

The little prince has a brilliant literary talent.

In the seven years of being in the same school, the master who taught the article has changed eight times, but I have never seen such a useful one.

Optional.

Either he gave birth to a son with two lives.

Either he dies alone.

Yun Lang carried the stove that was a bit hot to the touch, and calculated how far he could recover in ten months, he was a little hesitant to change his mind with Xiao Shuo now, saying that he was pregnant with Nezha.

Before he could make up his mind, Xuan Tiewei had already opened the door and entered, and whispered a few words to Xiao Shuo.

The voice was extremely low, and Yun Lang was thinking about Nezha's matter in his heart, so he vaguely heard the general idea.Most likely, he checked the corpses of those assassins and found some peculiarities, and asked Xiao Shuo to identify them himself.

The assassin was coming towards him, Yun Lang wanted to do a favor, and stood up with the edge of the table.

Xuan Tiewei was always on guard against him, and when Yun Lang moved, a knife was immediately unsheathed.

Halfway through Xiao Shuo's explanation, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Yun Lang supported the edge of the table, with the knife pressed against his neck.

Under the candlelight, Yun Lang's face was faintly pale, his eyes were slightly closed and he swayed, barely standing still.

The leader, Xuan Tiewei, was afraid that Yunlang might have some tricks, and was about to step forward when Xiao Shuo raised his hand to stop him.

Yun Lang dispelled the black fog in front of his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned.

The situation is not right.

Although he felt a little chilly and uncomfortable after coming down from the execution ground, it shouldn't be too serious.

At that time, the capital was changed terribly, and he fled on the battlefield for five years.Several times my life was hanging by a thread, and I was so sick that I only had one breath left. I got up after chewing herbs, and I didn't fall down when the wind blows like this.

Not to mention standing still.

Yun Lang leaned against the table and looked up vigilantly: "Is there poison in the stove?"

Xiao Shuo said calmly: "Beast gold charcoal."

Yun Lang looked around: "Tea?"

Xiao Shuo: "Longjing tea."

Yun Lang still felt that his hands and feet were quite heavy, and the breath he exhaled was also hot, and his heart became more and more uneasy: "I'm afraid it's a miscarriage. If I got a red flower, the baby will not be able to keep it..."

Xiao Shuo's patience was completely exhausted, and he interrupted: "Yun Lang."

Yun Lang was still worried, and raised his head worriedly.

Xiao Shuo looked at him.

The smell of tea in the room was lingering, the candles were lightly lit, and Xuan Tiewei stood indifferently.

"Six years ago." Xiao Shuo walked to the window, "It's also today."

Yun Lang gave his hand a light pause, and silently clenched it firmly.

Xiao Shuo turned his back to him, and the wind and snow howled outside the window.

Yun Lang's chest heaved twice, suppressed the cough, and slowly stood up straight.

"In the past six years, every time I offer incense to my father today, I will also burn a volume of secret letters."

Xiao Shuo said slowly, "Tell him, I'm still looking for you."

Yun Lang closed his eyes, lowered his head and smiled.

"Over the years, I often think of the past."

Xiao Shuo said: "What I regret the most is taking you as my friend."

"I even brought you back to the palace."

Xiao Shuo turned around, and his eyes fell on Yun Lang: "My father taught you how to ride and shoot light armor, and how to carry troops into battle."

"Every time my mother buys snacks and clothes, no matter how delicate, you have a share."

"The housekeeper and servants are all familiar with you, and you can come and go as you please."

It was windy and snowy, and the house was eerily quiet.

Xiao Shuo said word by word, his voice was cold: "I told you where the Tiger Talisman of the Forbidden Army is kept."

Yun Lang held his breath.

He propped himself on the edge of the table, his shoulder blades tensed, and a bloody smell filled his throat.

"If I want your life." Xiao Shuo said slowly, "It will never be as comfortable as poisoning."

Yun Lang stood quietly for a while, raised his head, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Shuo stopped wasting time with him, threw down the key, and led Xuan Tiewei out the door.

Within half a stick of incense, the room was completely clean.

Yun Lang supported the edge of the table, tried his best to stand up straight, but his chest still hurt so much that his eyes turned black.

He raised his hand, grasped the material of the cloth and slowed it down, but every breath he took was like a heavy hammer, he lifted it high and smashed it down firmly.

Yun Lang was a little drowsy, and slowly slid on the ground while supporting himself.

His vision was soaked in cold sweat, and everything he saw was blurred.Yun Lang leaned against the wall, closed his eyes for a while, and said in a low voice, "Scar."

The window was pushed open suddenly, and a figure jumped in.

The wind and snow circled for half the night, and finally found an opportunity, followed by whirling and pouring water into the window.

The man in black wanted to help Yunlang, but was afraid that he would catch a cold wind, so he hurriedly closed the window, but Yunlang stopped him: "Take a breath."

Scar gritted his teeth and half knelt down.

Yun Lang coughed twice, wiped the corners of his lips indifferently, and wiped away the deep red blood.

Scar couldn't bear it any longer, and said sadly, "Major General!"

"I can't die." Yun Lang took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Where did the assassin come from?"

Scar knelt on the ground, remained silent for a while, then took out a blood-stained bodyguard badge and placed it in front of him.

Yun Lang understood, nodded: "No wonder."

As soon as he arrived at Xiao Shuo's residence, someone rushed to silence him, no doubt afraid that he would say or do something he shouldn't say.

Back then, there was a catastrophic change, which was deeply intertwined and involved too much.

In order to kill his last survivor, he has been tossing heaven and earth for five years.

Scar's eyes were red, he knelt down for a moment, and then used his brute force to break the handcuffs between Yunlang's wrists.

Yun Lang tried to move his arm, but he had no strength: "Don't bother..."

Scar said in a hoarse voice, "If the major general tries to be brave again, don't blame his subordinates for being reckless and embarrassing the major general."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang had a headache for a while: "Why don't you—"

Scar suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"...Forget it." Yun Lang pointed to the side of the table, "The key."

Dao Scar froze for a moment, rushed over to pick up the key, and opened the lock for Yun Lang.

Ever since he entered Yushitai, Yun Lang had been shackled for half a month, and finally took it off, his hands and feet were light, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yun Lang moved his wrist, noticed Dao Scar's expression, and said dumbly, "I'm about to cry, isn't the injury on the battlefield much worse than this?"

"Killing the enemy on the battlefield is such a humiliation!"

Scar couldn't hold back his rage: "Major General, why don't you just let them treat you like this?! That King Yan—"

Yun Lang opened his eyes.

The scar was swept away lightly by him, he held his breath slightly in fright, shut his mouth instinctively, buried his head and knelt back.

"What happened back then." Yun Lang said softly, "For him, I should be ashamed."

When King Duan was imprisoned back then, the imperial guards sensed that there was something wrong, and they could hardly hold back for a while, wanting to go to the holy place to ask for orders, and rush to Yushitai to save people.

Yunlang took the soldier talisman and ordered the forbidden army not to move rashly, so that the Shuofang army could not get through and surrounded the Chenqiao camp.

The wind and snow were piercing, Yun Lang took a deep breath, and then let it out little by little.

A voice lingered in his mind, entrenched.

"...Let's save people! Those people will definitely frame the prince!"

"It's us who ask for our orders, not to implicate others..."

"Let us out!"

"Marquis Zhenyuan has coveted the commander of the Imperial Army for a long time, could it be your Yun family's tricks?"

"Self-defense, despicable villain!"

"Yun Lang."

Yun Lang closed his eyes.

Six years ago, it was also a snowy night.

Forbidden Army Chenqiao camp, inside is the dead town of tiger charm brought by Yunlang, and outside is surrounded by heavy soldiers brought by Yunlang.

Lian Sheng stood in front of him, throwing the badge of the commander in front of the hall on the ground.

"An ungrateful person should be cut to pieces."

……

Yun Lang coughed a few times, and wiped away the blood on the corners of his lips: "Go, do something for me."

Scar knelt down on the ground without saying a word.

Yun Lang felt a little headache, sat up straight, and said in a relaxed tone, "Good thing."

Scar muffled: "Since the major general came back, nothing good has happened."

"..." Yun Lang couldn't fool them more and more recently, and wanted to lift his legs to kick people, but he really didn't have the strength: "Help me to buy some cotton, cotton cloth is also needed."

Scar was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Yun Lang looked at his stomach, feeling a little worried: "Baby protection."

Scar: "..."

"If you are told to go, then go, where there is so much nonsense."

Yun Lang lost his patience, and waved his hands: "Go, you all hide for me, and stop wandering around the palace."

The major general has always had a temper, and Dao Scar didn't dare to refute.He answered yes in a low voice, closed the window tightly, carefully supported Yun Lang to get up, and sat back in the chair.

Counting the time, Yun Lang estimated that the maids in the upper room should be almost ready, and shouted at people outside: "Hurry up, it will give you a headache just looking at it."

"When did the major general return to Shuobei?" Dao Scar carefully hugged the blanket and covered him, "We give the major general a headache every day."

Yun Lang couldn't help laughing, and kicked his legs up.

Scar didn't dodge or dodge, let him kick: "Major General."

Yun Lang looked up.

"What happened back then..." Dao Scar was silent for a while, "Why didn't you tell the truth to King Yan?"

Yun Lang breathed lightly, sat quietly for a long while, bowed his head and smiled.

He lowered his gaze, put the stove in his arms, and leaned back in the chair.

Scar knew his temper, so he didn't ask any more questions, and quietly turned out the window, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

After a long time, Yun Lang finally opened his eyes.

After resting for a while, he also gathered some strength, stood up, and took three sticks of incense from the incense burner.

Yun Lang took the incense in his hand and squeezed it lightly.

The house is empty, and the wind and snow are howling.

Yun Lang recalled the path when he came, looked for the direction, knelt down to the ancestral hall of Duan Wangfu in the old days, and silently bowed three times.

The snowy night was silent, Yun Lang's forehead was hot, he pressed hard on the ground, and closed his eyes tightly.