Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

The old master was worried about the two young masters, and specially brought the fried fragrant tea to relieve his worries.Stopping at the door of the study, staring at the tooth marks on the tip of the prince's nose for a while, he quickly backed out and poured all the tea down the corridor.

In the blink of an eye, the end of the year has come, and in the next few days, there will be obviously more people walking around in Beijing.

On the streets of Bianliang, there are more than [-] large and small Goulans, and a hundred and eighty restaurants, which are very lively.

The new wine was unsealed, and the fragrance of Tusu wine overflowed from the streets to the alleys.At this time, there were many drunken people on the streets, and some people were fighting and looting in disorder. The forbidden army patrolled the capital day and night, and they were extremely busy.

Xiao Shuo was in charge of the front office of the palace, he was ordered to patrol, and he wanted to enter the palace to face the emperor, trying his best to find a chance to return to the mansion, but there was no time.

In the palace study, Xuan Tiewei attracted Kaifeng Yin who was holding a New Year picture.

"The matter of Dali Temple has ended like this."

Kaifeng Yin put down the paper in his hand, gathered his clothes and sat down: "In the past few days, even the small court meeting has been suspended. The emperor doesn't ask questions, and the court doesn't investigate... If it weren't for the adults who are still in confinement in the mansion, this fire seems to have never happened. It’s not as if it’s been burnt.”

Wei Zhun is in charge of Kaifeng, and was ordered to investigate this case of arson. He has come to Yan Wang's mansion every day, and he has already learned his way.

Today, as usual, he came to Prince Yan's Mansion to inquire about the case. Wei Zhun entered the study of Prince Yan's Mansion, sat at the table, thanked the old master, and took a bowl of hot fried noodles with salt.

Yun Lang leaned on the warm couch, looking at the once cold and mean Kaifeng Yin, with complicated emotions: "The case is over, what excuse does Mr. Wei use to come to the house to eat and drink?"

"Bewitched by the bodyguard department, the emperor severely criticized Yan Wang in front of all the officials that day, worried that Yan Wang had a bad heart. He ordered the subordinate officials to try to be sympathetic on the grounds of asking questions."

Wei Zhun: "Old Yang Ge failed to lure King Yan to Jixian Pavilion. In order to find out the situation that day, he found another way and ordered the officials to come and test it."

Holding the stove in his arms, Yun Lang faced Kaifeng Yin who walked calmly in black and white, and for a moment, he was full of respect: "So busy—"

"...Besides."

Wei Zhun said: "I visited King Yan a few days ago, and I was very envious when I saw the marks on King Yan's nose."

Yun Lang: "..."

The elders of the pavilion are training every day, and Wei Zhun has been trying not to go to Jixian Pavilion these days. Seeing that King Yan returned to Yang Xianyou with the statement that "he has a small injury on his face, it is inconvenient to show up", he also wants to learn a lesson. .

There was no one on the bed, so Wei Zhun sat quietly for three days, unable to come up with a proper solution: "I asked King Yan for advice, but King Yan refused to tell."

Yun Lang: "..."

Wei Zhun sincerely asked for advice, and straightened his clothes: "Therefore, I came to your residence to learn from General Yun..."

"..." Yunlang's ears turned red, he gritted his teeth and interrupted, "Give Mrs. Wei another dish of crispy Qiong Ye."

The old master responded with a smile, and ordered the back kitchen to bake steamed buns.

Wei Zhun clarified his purpose, cupped his hands at Yunlang, sat back at the table, took the bowl of fried noodles with salt, and took the bamboo chopsticks brought by his servants.

No talking when eating, no talking when sleeping, Kaifeng Yin has chopsticks, so he doesn't mention the situation outside the mansion, just concentrate on eating noodles.

Yun Lang was pinned down on the couch by Imperial Physician Liang's set of acupuncture methods. At this moment, it was inconvenient to move. He hugged the heater and thought for a while: "Your Excellency, do you know what extra treatment Dali Temple Minister has?"

"The supervision is not effective, and the salary will be fined for three months."

Wei Zhun ate the last noodle, put down the bowl and chopsticks: "When the incident happened, he was on hiatus, and the Minister of Dali Temple was not present. Half of the responsibility for negligence of duty is exonerated, which is in accordance with the law."

Yun Lang pondered and leaned back.

Seeing Yun Lang's expression, Wei Zhun was startled, "Is there something wrong with this?"

"There's nothing wrong with the law."

Yun Lang said: "But when it comes to this matter, it is too light."

Wei Zhun also had this concern at first, but when he brought it up, he nodded, "Indeed."

On the day of the arson, looking at the situation in the dungeon of Dali Temple, the reactions of all parties were anxious and ready to move. Obviously trespassing on the Yuying Pavilion was an extremely important matter.

However, these days, there has been a tacit understanding for no reason, it seems that no one remembers the almost fatal oath in the pavilion that the current emperor once formed an alliance with the thief.

Yun Lang took a bowl of medicine and took a sip: "I doubted whether the affidavit was true or not, and also wondered whether Yuying Pavilion was just a cover, but actually had other plans."

"When kneeling on the scriptures, King Yan once asked the officials to look for opportunities, and encouraged the minister of Dali Temple to ask once, 'Do you want that thing anymore'?"

Wei Zhun said: "It's just that Mr. Ge's answer is tight, and he can't find any clues."

Yun Lang frowned: "How did you say that?"

"The matter has come to this point, even if the name is not right and the words are not right, it is a done deal." Wei Zhun repeated sentence by sentence, "What can I do."

When Wei Zhun brought these words to Xiao Shuo, he also felt strange: "Prince Xiang's lineage has been in the camp for a long time, how can he be so easily discouraged, and give in as soon as he says it? Taboo, I don’t want to say it clearly, so I just use these words to prevaricate.”

For the past few days, Yun Lang always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't catch the flash for a while, so he put down the medicine bowl and nodded.

"Forget it, after all, the end of the year is approaching, let's talk about it after the new year."

Wei Zhun couldn't figure it out, so he tried his best to think for a while, and finally gave up: "The secretary in front of the palace is really strong, and the Kaifeng Prison seems to be overwhelmed. The lower officials have to go back to the hall again, so don't bother the young general."

Yun Lang was dumbfounded: "How did you catch so many people?"

"Every year when new wine is opened at this time, there are people who get drunk on the street."

Wei Zhun was in a state of desperation: "If you are drunk, you will quarrel, and if you quarrel, you will fight. Some people are really drunk, and some pretend to be drunk. At this time, they refuse to reason and just do nonsense, so what? In other words, fine some silver taels and send someone home to watch it."

In previous years, there were many street brawlers in Bianliang at this time. Kaifeng Mansion's own yamen servants patrol the streets, and they have never been able to control them.

At the end of this year, the Dianqian Division took over the defense of the capital, and those who got drunk and lost their minds would be put in prison according to the law, without showing any sympathy.

Even though Wei Zhun has a reputation who only knows the law but not the current affairs, after the trial one by one, he has already slapped Shengtangmu until his hand hurts: "The general saw King Yan, and he tried to persuade him. Those scholars and literati fought, one by one. The hand can be pulled away, just pull it away, why bother to pull it all the way to Kaifeng Prison?"

Yun Lang almost realized Xiao Wangye's ruthless face, cleared his throat, suppressed his smile, "I'll persuade him."

Wei Zhun cupped his hands to express his thanks, and thanked the old master for his hospitality, carefully packed the freshly baked crisp Qiong Ye into a package with oiled paper, and hurried away with it.

Yun Lang leaned against the window, took two sips of the medicine slowly, and concentrated his thoughts for a while.

Snow was about to fall, and his chest felt a little stuffy, so he pulled more than a hundred latches, and wanted to secretly open the window for some air, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking up, he was meeting the empress doctor Liang who was standing upright.

Yun Lang has been watched closely these days, coughed, and immediately lay down: "I never moved around. You see, I have never laid down on the ground, and I have been on this warm couch..."

"You have never been to the ground."

Imperial Physician Liang glared at him: "I'm afraid that he has already flown to the front office of Bianliang Street."

Yun Lang swore: "It's definitely not, so I left the palace and strolled out of the Jinliang Bridge..."

Physician Liang told him to blew his beard in anger, held him down, and involuntarily talked about the silver needles that sealed the acupuncture points.

Yun Lang let out a muffled snort, the white light in front of his eyes slowed down, and he fell apart on the spot, dying: "...I'm back."

"Tell you to sleep, you haven't even closed your eyes."

Physician Liang looked at him from side to side and disliked him: "Who told the old man that if he was free, he would definitely have to sleep for three days and three nights?"

Yun Lang was lying flat, he really missed the commander of the Dianqian Commander on Bianliang Street at the moment, he coughed and felt embarrassed: "Stay alone on the bed, sleepless with an empty pillow..."

Imperial Physician Liang had been tortured by these two juniors for many days, and he had practiced so hard that he could not be broken, so he re-injected the acupuncture point in Qihai without being moved.

Yun Lang was still reminiscing about the stick of incense that Little Prince Xiao was lying on the side of the couch last night, caught off guard, his body tensed, and there was no sound.

The old master stood by, and he had seen Yun Lang treating injuries quite often, but he was still shocked by the situation before him, which was tantamount to being tortured, so he walked over quickly: "Young Lord——"

Yun Lang's chest heaved several times, cold sweat trickled down his temples, his eyes lit up instead: "It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" The old master looked at his pale face, and his heart ached, "You avoid the prince every time you do the needle, what's the matter? You should ask the prince to hold you..."

Yun Lang was dripping with cold sweat between his brows and eyelashes, but his expression was calm. He held onto the edge of the couch, and Imperial Physician Ren Liang immersed himself in the acupuncture: "After today, I can ask him to hold her."

The old master was at a loss for a while: "Why is it today? The New Year's Eve is not over, the prince may be busy today..."

"It has nothing to do with your prince, it's his own fault."

Physician Liang twisted the silver needles one by one, wiped off his sweat, took out the silver needles one by one, and glared at Yun Lang: "Pretentious."

Yun Lang was trained by him, the corners of his mouth turned up, and with one hand propped up, he swept from the couch to the ground neatly.

The old master watched from the side, suddenly came back to his senses, and was overjoyed: "Young master, your inner strength has recovered!"

Yun Lang collected his clothes, smiled at the old master, and coaxed the Liang imperial physician with a good voice: "Xinglin master, the doctor is kind..."

"Has no one in your Prince Yan's residence thought about the third sentence?"

Imperial Physician Liang glared at him: "Originally, it should be sealed for a few more days to completely nourish your sea of ​​meridian energy... Forget it, if you are asked to lie down for another seven days, you can really hold me up for seven days without sleep."

Physician Liang has practiced medicine for many years, and it was the first time he saw such a patient.

The dose of tranquilizers and sleep aids has been added to the limit, unless you really want to make people stupid, you must not increase it.

What kind of medicine did Yunlang give and what kind of medicine to drink?

Just can't sleep.

When Xiao Shuo returned to the mansion, Yun Lang could sleep for a few hours by spending a short time with him in front of the couch.In the past few hours, any sound outside the door or window, even if it was just the Black Tie Guard patrolling around, could wake him up instantly and open his eyes.

"I think it's because of this that you don't want your lord to hold the needle."

Imperial Physician Liang took the tea from the old master, drank it all in one gulp, and said angrily, "Didn't you see that he's wilting a lot these days? It's all right, let's take care of it on my own, so I can give birth to a few years, it's the same. "

Yun Lang didn't make any excuses, and was instructed by Imperial Physician Liang, humbly apologized and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry to trouble you, I will definitely take good care of you..."

Physician Liang stared at him again pretending to be angry, seeing that Yun Lang's complexion had obviously improved a lot, after all, he didn't raise his aura, and waved his hand: "Okay, let's go out and relax."

The old master listened intently at the side, slightly startled when he heard the words, and said worriedly: "It's getting better, can I go out?"

"If other people are injured like him, of course they can't. It doesn't matter if he goes out for a stroll."

Physician Liang was too lazy to take care of it, and packed up the medicine box: "Everyone who practices martial arts, practice three times in winter and three days in summer, practice too hard, and the foundation will be damaged more or less. Therefore, although it is better than ordinary people to bear the injury, it really touches the foundation. Naturally, he fell like a mountain...but he is different."

"Ask him, who used to eat those nourishing and precious medicinal materials in the Imperial Hospital back then?"

Physician Liang was still angry when he talked about this matter: "It's such a big hospital! To find a 20-year-old ginseng, you have to go to the treasury to roll up your sleeves..."

Yun Lang didn't expect that he still remembered this old debt, coughed lightly, and gave the old doctor a thump on the shoulder: "Tell me to eat."

Physician Liang glanced at Yunlang, took his hand, and slapped a box of nourishing Yulu Pill on Yunlang's palm.

Yun Lang practiced martial arts since he was a child, and the late Emperor felt sorry for him, and he didn't want to make him work so hard, but he couldn't help Yun Lang, who he liked very much.

The former empress was different from the first emperor, she felt that men should be spoiled and pampered, they should grow up by fumbling.

When he was in the palace, every time Xiao Yunlang was exhausted and injured all over his body, the former empress would not allow anyone to intercede, and only made the best nourishing medicinal materials into a medicinal diet, and asked Yunlang to eat it unknowingly.

With daily tempering and the nourishment and support of medicine, Yunlang's foundation is much deeper than that of ordinary people, so he can withstand repeated accidents.

"He was just hurt too badly and couldn't recover. Now that he has improved, he will naturally get better slowly."

Imperial Physician Liang said: "I'm very bored, so go out to get some air. Although your heart and lung stasis are related to old injuries, most of them are over-thinking. If things go on like this, you will suffer when you get old..."

Yun Lang had been taught a lesson long ago and became a habit. He listened to the training obediently in front of the couch, and he had already flown across the Jinshui River and strolled up the Longjin Bridge with a single heart: "Yes."

"Things between the bed should also be restrained."

Imperial Physician Liang was worried: "You relied on your foundation and raised it for a while, and you were only strong on the outside but doing nothing but doing it on the inside. Now it's completely reversed. If your qi and blood fluctuate, be careful to scare your lord unconscious."

Yun Lang strolled across the bridge with one heart, went to the market, and circled three times in front of Tusu Wine in Zuixianlou: "Yes."

Imperial Physician Liang understands young people and knows what should be emphasized. He closed the medicine box and said, "I really can't control it. When it comes to emotion, I don't have to bear it too much. The Yulu Dan nourishes the heart. If it can't be relieved, take it." Take one pill, and it will be fine after a while of breathing adjustment, so don't make a fuss and come to the old man."

Yun Lang drank three jars of Tusu wine with his heart, and lay down on the eaves basking in the sun happily: "Yes, yes, yes..."

Physician Liang: "..."

Physician Liang nagged him for a long time, looking at Yun's Zhuzi who had already lost his heart, he felt a headache: "Get out, old man!"

According to Yun Lang's words, he quickly tidied himself up, changed his appearance, and could not wait to leave the house.

Bianliang is rich and prosperous, the people are happy to work, the streets and alleys are crowded with people, and there is a lively scene everywhere.

Yun Lang hadn't breathed a sigh of relief for a few days, and when he left the mansion, he was not in a hurry to go anywhere, but just strolled along the street, looking around with great interest.

"Master, go slowly!"

The old master searched around, and was worried about telling anyone to follow Young Master Yun, so he simply brought someone himself, and chased after him with a cloak in his arms: "Put on this, so as not to catch the wind..."

Yun Lang took it over and thanked him with a smile.

This cloak was specially made by Xiao Xiaowang, it was stored in the mansion for several years, and it was only these few days that someone took it out.

The outer layer is fine satin brocade, mixed with natural silk, the white fox fur is the inner layer, and the silver thread is decorated with layered cloud patterns, which is extraordinarily light and thick.

Yun Lang tied on his cloak, but didn't take the stove handed over by the old master: "Hold it for me, and I'll ask you for it when it's cold."

The old master was stunned for a moment, carefully looking at Yunlang's complexion, he finally couldn't help being happy, and nodded: "Okay, okay."

In the past few days, Yunlang's internal energy has been exhausted, although it looks similar to usual, and he can't feel any difference when he gets along with the prince, but when he sits alone, there is always a lingering sense of alienation on his body.

The old master knew in his heart that whenever he looked at Xiaohou Yun from the side, he was anxious in his heart, but he couldn't do anything.

Now looking at the look in Yun Lang's eyes, the freehand brushwork is clearly back, which makes people overjoyed.

The old master suppressed his joy, followed Yun Lang, and the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground: "Are you going to find the prince? At this time, the commander in front of the palace is patrolling along the city. If you want to meet him, you will have to look for it... ..."

"No need." Yun Lang shook his head, "It's just to get some air, and don't disturb his business."

It's time for the chief of the palace to stand up, the old master thought about it for a while, and felt it was appropriate, he nodded quickly: "That's fine, after all, the prince will be able to return to the residence after handing over to the chief of guards."

Yun Lang nodded, took a deep breath, pressed his lungs and exhaled slowly.

The fragrance of Tusu wine floats for ten miles, mixed with the clean smell of new snow, sweet snacks, and faint choking smoke from firecrackers, forming a Bianliang that bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new.

Bianliang.

The ruling and opposition forces are intriguing, the undercurrent is surging, the people are ignorant, and Bianliang lives and works in peace and contentment.

The soldiers climbed the ice and lay on the snow to guard the northern border, vowing to defend Bianliang to the death.

Yun Lang read these two words slowly, walked for a while, suddenly remembered something, and asked curiously: "You just called me young master, what is the identity given to me by the family now?"

The old master didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, and was at a loss for words: "This——"

Yun Lang also just asked casually, and he took this opportunity to think of a strange thing that has always been lingering in his mind: "It doesn't matter at the mansion, at least in the court, I should be sent by King Yan to steal books from Yuying Pavilion." Guards... no."

The old master was startled: "What's wrong?"

"Wrong response."

Yun Lang said: "The person who was in Yuying Pavilion that day, Xiao Shuo was interrogated by the court, and the bodyguard was punished until now, why did no one come to me?"

Over the past few days, the old master followed Xiao Shuo to sort out the situation in the court, and he had a general idea of ​​the situation. After hearing the words, he thought about it carefully: "Is there any difference between looking for you and looking for the prince?"

"Of course it's different." Yun Lang said, "I have scruples about Xiao Shuo, but I can be tortured, confessed, and interrogated."

The old master frowned: "Master..."

"I'm just saying." Yun Lang smiled, "I'm not really going to ask them to interrogate."

Before the two were in prison, Xiao Shuo mentioned the arrangement, and Yun Lang actually thought of this, but there was no better way under the circumstances at that time.

Xiao Xiaowang guarded him tightly, and Yun Lang was actually ready to do nothing, so he just poured some medicine to put Xiao Shuo down, and was ready to be interrogated and tortured.

"The method of the guard department doesn't matter whether you are unconscious or awake, as long as you have a breath, you can force out what you want to ask."

Yun Lang said: "Even though Xiao Shuo insists that I am seriously injured and unconscious, if the emperor insists, he can bring me up, use medicine to wake me up, and then copy the whole story."

Hearing this, the old master shuddered and frowned even tighter: "Have you...been through this?"

"It doesn't matter."

Yun Lang didn't want to talk about this, he was trapped on the couch before, and his thoughts were not clear enough, when the cold wind blew, he suddenly connected the anomalies before and after: "It's just that the emperor seems to be too tolerant towards Xiao Shuo."

It stands to reason that a blood oath that was enough to make the throne dishonorable has disappeared in Yuying Pavilion like this, and no matter which side should do everything possible, try to track it down.

But he and Xiao Shuo only fell into a coma for three days. During these three days, all the vicious forces trying to force out the truth stopped as if they had reached a consensus.

"King Xiang's faction knew that they didn't send anyone to steal the book that day, but they didn't press on blindly. Instead, they still tried to attract Xiao Shuo. They were determined to expose the matter."

Yun Lang stepped on the snow, pondering step by step: "The emperor does not make things difficult for Xiao Shuo, let him say what it is, and he is determined to expose this matter."

Yun Lang frowned, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any reason why they would rather expose this matter?"

The old master knew that he was thinking, but he just wanted someone to talk to him, so he thought for a while and said, "I can't be busy celebrating the New Year..."

Yun Lang laughed, shook his head and was about to speak, when he stopped, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across his mind.

The old master was taken aback by him: "What's wrong?"

Yun Lang's heart trembled slightly, he calmed down, stood firm and said, "I'm afraid I'm just busy celebrating the New Year."

The old master: "..."

The old master looked at Yun Lang worriedly, hesitated to speak, and quietly took out the Yulu Pill that Imperial Physician Liang had stuffed in.

Yun Lang closed his eyes, thinking quietly.

He was in the game before, and he always put his mind on the oath, always thinking that either the oath was false, or Yuying Pavilion was a cover, some kind of cover set up by someone with a heart.

All kinds of reasons have been exhausted, but no clue can be found.It was only at this moment that I suddenly realized that I had forgotten the simplest possibility.

All parties prefer to expose the matter because there is a more urgent and imminent matter that must not be distracted.

"Kaifeng Yin said that he asked Yang Xianyou at that time."

Yun Lang said: "Yang Xianyou's original words were 'this is the end of the matter, even if the name is not right and the words are not right, it is a done deal, so what can be done.'"

"That's right." The old master said inexplicably, "Doesn't this mean that the emperor has already ascended the throne, even if there is a way to expose his behavior at the beginning, after all, the deal is done, and the raw rice is cooked..."

Yun Lang raised his eyes: "Whoever said Yang Xianyou's words must be the current emperor?"

The old master was stunned for a while, and stood there in a daze.

"This blood oath is in our hands, and it is of infinite use. As long as it is kept away, it will be able to blackmail the emperor when necessary, and even a life-saving escape route."

Yun Lang asked: "What is the Prince Xiang's residence doing with it? With just one Yang Xianyou, he can coerce the emperor to do something he doesn't want to do, and get Xiao Shuo out of the Wende Palace. Why do we need a blood oath?"

The old master was shocked: "It's because——"

"It's because they want to show this blood oath to the world, to people who don't know it."

Yun Lang said: "What about after reading it? Just sit in the Xiangyang mansion, waiting for the emperor to obediently order the Zen seat?"

The weirdness before and after is abnormal, and suddenly all of them are connected at this moment, becoming an obvious clue that no one can ignore.

King Xiang went to Beijing abnormally this year, and he was so ostentatious about his ostentatious horse.

Dali Temple stole the oath, treated Xiao Shuo abnormally well, and exposed him lightly.

All parties seem to be so calm that it is almost strange, but the undercurrent is raging, and I am afraid that the dangerous shoal has arrived.

"If Prince Xiang's plan is to show the oath first, exposing the emperor's conspiracy with the thieves, and then mobilize troops and horses to force the palace, he will justifiably seize the throne."

Yun Lang said: "Now...the affidavit is lost, but the momentum to force the palace has been completed, the soldiers and horses are ready, the time is imminent, and there is no room for distraction in searching."

Yun Lang raised his eyes: "What would Yang Xianyou say to his confidants?"

The old master thought about it carefully, and his heart shuddered: "It's over, it's over..."

"at this point."

Yun Lang's eyes were clear and sharp, and he slowly said: "Even if the name is not right and the word is not right, it is a done deal, so what can we do?"

The old master's heart was shaken and he stood still.

"The two assassinations, the emperor turned a deaf ear to it, and did not hesitate to compromise the country's prestige to show weakness to Rong Di. This is why."

Yun Lang pulled a dead branch under the snow and looked at it: "The current situation is chaotic, if you don't advance, you will retreat. It's time to take back the Tiger Talisman of the Imperial Army."

The old master's throat was dry, and he swallowed: "I have to discuss it with the prince..."

"Naturally ask him to discuss."

Yun Lang couldn't help laughing: "Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink Tusu wine for a while. Send someone to find His Royal Highness Yan Wang and tell him that his residence—"

Yun Lang felt that this statement was very interesting, and with great interest, he slowly bit the words: "The young master in his house came to him on a whim, and asked him for something..."

Just as the old master was about to respond, he suddenly saw a figure galloping towards him from a distance, and was stunned: "General Winning Streak!"

Lian Sheng quickly rushed to the two of them, got off the horse, and saluted Yun Lang.

After the Dali Temple case, Lian Sheng joined the Dianqian Division.He already had the experience of being in charge of the front office of the palace, and he followed Xiao Shuo's side, and he had already arranged all the arrangements vigorously and vigorously.

Now that he came to find someone in person, it was undoubtedly Xiao Shuo's urgent matter.

"His Royal Highness has something to ask for the Major General. The last general returned to the mansion. The mansion said that the Major General has come out."

Lian Sheng calmed down, and said to Yun Lang: "Your Highness said, it is more important than drinking Tusu wine... Major General, please go over immediately."

"It seems that the little prince has also found out."

Yun Lang smiled: "It's just right, the two of us are a pair, and we can communicate with each other."

The old master couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, and nodded again and again: "Okay, you and the prince will plot together, and you will be safe..."

"A court?"

Yun Lang twirled the young buds between the dead branches, flicked them lightly, and let go of his hand: "I have no intention of seeking a dynasty."

The old master was slightly startled, and looked up.

General Yun Shao turned around, with his cloak parting the cold fine snow particles, he spun on his horse: "The guards that the emperor is proud of are unreliable, and no one can lead the army to quell the chaos except me. When it's too late, give me Give it too, give it if you don’t.”

"Send a message to Censor Zhongcheng."

Yun Lang held the rein of the horse with one hand: "Think of a way, I will prepare the bow and sword in Dali Temple and the gun in Zhenyuan Houfu within three days."

Unlimited enthusiasm was aroused in the old master's chest, he forced himself to calm down, and answered in a low voice.

"It's supposed to be his."

Yun Lang: "Pile by pile, liquidate them one by one."

Yun Lang: "If I'm here, I'll grab all of them back."