Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Xiao Xiaowang was full of murderous intent, Yun Lang committed crimes on his own, knocked his head in front of the couch with a bang, faintly heard the clang of gold and iron horses.

With the palms resting on the back of the head, the strength that was close to restraint met face to face, and under self-restraint, he rolled up violently.

Xiao Shuo hugged him tightly, breathing heavily through the dark night, disturbing the cold moonlight, sharpening a sharp opening.

Yun Lang made him kiss until his vision turned white, he groped and stretched out his hand, and in time protected Xiao Shuo's ribs and the sword wound on his shoulder.

Xiao Shuo's body was boiling hot, his muscles and bones trembled slightly, and deep in the cold pool under his dark eyes, it seemed like a blazing mountain fire was burning.

"I know."

Yun Lang tried his best to catch his breath, reached out and hugged him tightly: "I see, you are here."

Yun Lang closed his eyes, his palms slowly rolled over Xiao Shuo's back, bit by bit, he lifted him out of the boundless nightmare: "From now on, you don't have to have those dreams anymore."

Xiao Shuo's shoulders trembled lightly, and he wanted to draw his arms, but Yun Lang pressed him lightly: "Be careful if you hurt yourself, let me see."

"Nothing." Xiao Shuo closed his eyes for a moment and said in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't hurt."

Yun Lang laughed: "I'm in pain."

Xiao Shuo was stunned, and looked up at him.

The two of them had a heart-to-heart relationship early on, and cared deeply about each other, so there was no need to say a lot of things.

Especially General Yun, who has always been the least fond of mentioning such harsh words. He always feels that his sons and daughters love each other, and he has no heroic spirit at all.

Yun Lang stroked the bandage wrapped around the wound, propped himself up a little, and gently blew on Xiao Xiaowang's painful place.

He didn't have much strength left, and his breath was shallow.The lukewarm air flow caressed the wound, and the last bit of heat dissipated, and the coolness and moistness entered the chest.

Xiao Shuo's breath stagnated slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Yunlang—"

"What are you being polite about?" Yun Lang said solemnly, "I have taken care of you since I was a child, and if you insist, I have never argued with you..."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yunlang was on the couch, unable to wake up, and after hearing Prince Xiao's nonsense with his own ears, he was very worried that the old lady Fu would beat him down with a ruler.

After returning this sentence, Yun Lang was satisfied, and when he was about to speak again, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

Xiao Shuo was only wounded, and his reaction was faster than him. He blew out the candle in front of the couch, tore off the quilt, and lay down on the couch, covered with Yun Lang, motionless.

In the corridor, the old lady's footsteps approached, and she walked to the door.

……

Yun Lang told him to lie down on the couch, and watched helplessly the little grandson who was still persuading him with a straight face to practice all the way up to now, held back for a long time and couldn't hold back his joy, and whispered: "Good skill..."

Xiao Shuo glanced at him, unable to speak, slowed down and kissed him.

In the family back then, when the two were young, Yun Lang stayed up in the middle of the night, and often came to harm him.

Duan Wang occasionally checked the night, if he caught the two younger ones and didn't sleep well, he would confiscate the next day's snacks.

Xiao Shuo couldn't persuade him, and he couldn't bear to watch Yun Lang lose his mind and wander around the dim sum shop. Day after day, he finally developed the ability to be quick to watch the night.

Later, when he got older, King Duan no longer checked the night, and this ability was useless.

The shadow outside the door is not only the Taifu, but also the ruler.Covering Yunlang, Xiao Shuo lay dormant, calmly waiting with his breath held.

Yun Lang told him to hug Xiao Shuo warmly, squinted his eyes for comfort, groped a few times, and closed Xiao Shuo's palm.

Xiao Shuo was drawn back and forth in his palm, at first he thought he was writing, but after concentrating on putting it together for a long time, he realized that there was no way at all.

Gently rubbing against the slight itchiness, the coolness of Yunlang's fingers stuck to his palm, rubbing it around, crackling and bursting into clusters of sparks.

Xiao Shuo held his breath, pressed his mind firmly, and whispered with his mouth: "Where are you from..."

Yunlang's hearing is stronger than his, and his eyes are sharp and his hands are quick. He let go of the hand that teased Xiao Xiaowang, and hugged him with his mouth covered.

Outside the door, Mrs. Cai was worried, fearing that the two evil spirits would have to make a fuss, dipped in some tea and opened the window paper, and took a closer look inside.

There was no movement in the house, the curtains were hanging securely, and it was pitch black.

The old lady Fu nodded in satisfaction, turned off the oil lamp, and quietly went back to the room to rest.

Xiao Shuo relaxed slightly, moved a little, and opened the bed curtain to speak, but suddenly froze.

Yun Lang still hugged him tightly, carefully protecting the easily pulled wounds on his body, the strength in his arms was secure and secure, and he was already fast asleep.

The moonlight came in from the gap in the bed curtain, Yun Lang closed his eyes, and finally let go of the exhausted fatigue between his brows, coughed twice, and buried his face into his chest and shoulders.

Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand to protect Yun Lang.

The imperial edict of the Ming and Huang Dynasties was written with the imperial decree to defend the city against the enemy, and it was covered with the vermilion inkpad of the Zhengshitang, and it was handed over to him, still with the color of wet ink.

In the Hall of Wende, the emperor who handed over the epee of the guards relaxed his mind, and the cold killing intent was firmly nailed to him: "Are you lying to me?"

Even if all the courtiers and common people of the ruling and opposition parties turned against each other, Yun Lang would never join forces with the Xixia people.

The emperor was bluffed at that moment, and repeated over and over again, why he couldn't figure it out: "What else did you lie to me about? The Yuying Pavilion of Dali Temple, the guards' conspiracy, Gao Jixun... When did you start seeking the court? "

The emperor tightly held the white jade imperial seal and stared at him: "You know that traitors are always traitors. Once the blood of conspiracy is stained, it can't be washed away."

He received the imperial decree and tiger talisman, and walked out of the palace.

"You will be like me!"

The emperor's tone was cold and cold, and he chased after him gloomyly: "The road is paved with blood, and people's lives are trampled on. The deeper you go, the more you will be left alone. There is a bottomless abyss behind you, and there will be no turning back. retreat..."

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, embraced Yun Lang, and stuffed him into his arms.

Suffering from the power of the medicine, overdrawing all the bones of the mind, if you last for a moment, you will feel exhausted and weak to the bone.

Yun Lang stayed on until now, just to leave him with warmth.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time before kissing Yun Lang's eyebrows: "I won't have those dreams again."

Yun Lang felt relieved in his dream, his tangled brows relaxed, and he graciously rubbed back against him.

Xiao Shuo asked him to kiss him affectionately, and he became more and more suspicious that General Yun was peeping at something, but he couldn't find out at this time, so he had no choice but to hug him deeply and hide him in his arms.

He won't have those dreams again.

The road is the blood of the heart, and the people in front of you are behind it.

General Yun Shao had a good dream. The beautiful scenery and the beautiful day are waiting for him to go.

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, and with no more dark thoughts left in his heart, he snuggled up with Yun Lang, let go of his body and mind, and fell asleep together.

The bright moon shines brightly, washing away the blood on the bluestone.The revived streets of Bianliang provoked the first revolving lantern for a bloody battle against Xixia to defeat the enemy.

A few days passed in a flash, the poor were sent off on the sixth day, and the seventh day was the day of the seventh day.On the ninth day of the lunar new year, we prayed to Tiangong, the fifth watch drum sounded, the restaurant reopened, and the lively firecrackers were everywhere to send off the New Year's Eve, and the fragrance of Tusu wine floated to the streets and alleys again.

King Yan recovered from his injuries and was able to see people to welcome guests, and finally opened the door of the mansion that had been closed for many days.

"Beijing and central China are generally safe and sound. We sifted through three times and uncovered more than a dozen Xixia spies."

Kaifeng Yin stood guard at the door early in the morning, and asked the old master to come in, and greeted Xiao Shuo, "Is General Yun feeling better?"

Xiao Shuo bowed his hands to salute him, and nodded: "Lord Wei, I am sorry."

He and Yunlang closed the mansion to recuperate, and the situation in the palace was unclear, so all the affairs in Beijing fell to the Kaifeng mansion.

Wei Zhun wished to give birth these days. He was so busy that he hadn't had a good night's sleep until now, and he looked more haggard than the seriously injured His Royal Highness Yan Wang.

"It wasn't badly hurt."

Xiao Shuo said: "I won't enter the palace these days, just give me an explanation."

In the past few days, the old master has saved up prescriptions that can go around the palace three times, brought over warming Tusu wine, took a look at Xiao Shuo, finally swallowed his words and went out to work.

"There have been secret talks in the palace for several days, I think I'm already panicked."

Wei Zhun said: "The forbidden army is now in the hands of the prince and General Yun, and the only forces in the palace are the Jinwu Guard and the Security Guard."

"The dark battalion sent to attack and kill King Xiang fell into a trap, and all of them were wiped out. King Xiang disappeared. The Jixian Pavilion caught fire, and Elder Yang Ge disappeared."

Wei Zhun didn't rely on both sides, couldn't enter the Wende Hall, and couldn't accept the frost test order from Jixian Pavilion, so he could only try his best to find someone he knew and said to him: "The Xiangyang Mansion gave the statement that the Western Xia Iron Cavalry attacked Beijing, and the King Xiang led the army to attack the capital." Soldiers are for escorting and countering rebellion..."

Xiao Shuo was not surprised: "Since he made a move, he will not leave a way out."

"Now that the Xiangyang black iron cavalry has also been destroyed, the King Xiang in the palace will suffer from both defeats, and there is no longer any trouble."

Wei Zhun took a sip of Tusu wine, suppressed his constant fatigue, and let out a long sigh of relief: "What is your lord's plan now?"

Xiao Shuo was about to speak, when he saw the Master Booker go out for a while, he hurried in again, put down the teacup, "What's the matter?"

The old master nodded and said in a low voice, "Young master is awake."

Wei Zhun was startled when he heard the words: "General Yun—"

"Wait a moment." Xiao Shuo stood up, "Excuse me."

Although His Royal Highness Yan Wang is still taciturn and indifferent, he is no longer as intimidating as before.Wei Zhun was stunned for a moment, then realized that Xiao Shuo was talking to him, he hurriedly got up and said, "My lord, please go ahead."

In the previous battle, Wei Zhun had heard Du Yuhou describe the situation in the palace in detail in the past few days. Apart from being thrilling, he couldn't help but worry.

In such a fierce battle, Yunlang must have resorted to some reckless measures to turn the tide.

Looking at it now, I am afraid that the future troubles of this method may be greater than the visible injuries on Xiao Shuo's body.

Wei Zhun sent Xiao Shuo out, but finally couldn't help it, and frowned.

Xiao Shuo went out of the outer hall where he received guests and returned to the inner room of the study. Yun Lang happened to open his eyes in the aroma of hot sencha.

The couch was safe, Yun Lang sank into the thick velvet blanket, smiled at him, and closed his eyes again.

"It's rare to wake up." Xiao Shuo said softly, "Eat something before going to sleep."

Yun Lang was not hungry, so he turned his head and put a sticker on his palm.

There is His Royal Highness Yan Wang in the court, and Kaifeng Yin in the people's livelihood. Shuofang Army is now in the heart of the people, and the plot Xiaoxiao can't move easily.

It was rare for Yun Lang to be a hands-off shopkeeper, and he relaxed and slept through the past few days. At this moment, he still felt so tired that his whole body was sluggish, and he just wanted to sleep well again.

Xiao Shuo touched his forehead, but didn't feel any unusual heat, and carefully checked Yunlang's pulse.

After all the stagnation was gone, Yunlang's pulse condition has improved by more than a trace.No delay, no counting, no detail, no flood, firmly against his fingertips, gradually gaining the momentum of being appropriate.

Xiao Shuo let go of his hand, took the steaming tea, kissed Yun Lang's eyebrows and said, "At least take a few bites."

Sencha is carefully made by the mansion. It uses waxy, soft and sweet Luotian chestnuts, mixed with high-quality white sesame seeds, olives from Zhejiang and Hangzhou, and walnuts from Xiling. They are fried together until they are crispy and ground, and the aroma is also pleasing People can't sleep well.

Yun Lang rested his pillow on Xiao Wangye's shoulder, suppressed his drowsiness, and yawned: "Touch a few times."

"..." Xiao Shuo asked inexplicably, "What?"

"Eat a few bites, touch a few."

Yun Lang narrowed his eyes, scanned Xiao Shuo's body up and down, and bargained: "I'll choose the place."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

There was one thing he always wanted to ask, but at this moment he couldn't help it any longer, and pulled Yunlang's chest and shoulders: "What exactly did you read? How did you learn it..."

It's okay if he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Yun Lang slammed it on the head of His Royal Highness Yan Wang without saying a word: "You asked someone to burn it for me to see, and you came to ask me?"

Xiao Shuo frowned: "What?"

Yun Lang was still very tired and didn't have the energy to talk to him, so he closed his eyes lazily and wanted to go back to sleep again.

Xiao Shuo didn't know that Yun Lang was talking about that old account, but he couldn't care less about disputes with him, so he decided in a low voice, "...Yes."

Yun Lang immediately regained his energy, opened his eyes and looked at him.

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yun Lang leaned on the soft pillow, took a sip of fried tea with the little prince's hand, and glanced at Xiao Shuo's left shoulder: "Come here, let me touch it."

Xiao Shuo was startled, he supported Yun Lang on the soft pillow, bent his shoulders, and told him to touch it carefully.

Yun Lang checked it carefully, and took another sip of fried tea: "Your side, take off your clothes."

Xiao Shuo was dumbfounded, seeing that Yun Lang assumed the posture of a romantic young master who had been among thousands of flowers, he simply unbuttoned his clothes in unison.

Although I don't know where I learned some strange skills, but when it comes to practice, what Yun Lang wants to see is the place where he was injured.

These days, Yun Lang let go of his defenses and slept soundly, and listened to his words seriously, not caring about the vicissitudes outside the mansion, nor about the undercurrents in the court.

The only one who refuses to listen to anything, still depends on his injury.

Xiao Shuo asked the Major General to search his back from his ribs, and he even touched the scar that healed up on his waist when he broke into the Yuying Pavilion of Dali Temple not long ago and was poked by the sleeve dart. He finally fed most of the bowl of sencha. .

Xiao Shuo washed him with tea, wiped off Yun Lang's thin sweat, and put him back on the soft pillow: "How is it?"

"Bruly."

Yun Lang was very into the show, touched the fan hidden under the pillow, and opened the fan towards him with a clatter, shaking it chicly: "Tonight's bedtime, tie it up and bring it in for me."

Xiao Shuo wanted to indulge the little princess, pressed the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes and said patiently: "Yes."

Yun Lang closed the folding fan with a swish, and the tassel twirled, twirling twice between his fingers, taking advantage of the opportunity to push Xiao Xiaowang Ye's clothes which had been mostly unbuttoned.

It was rare for Xiao Shuo to see Yun Lang in such a suave manner, so he couldn't help being curious, he held the fan bone: "Where did you learn this?"

"Is it worth learning?"

It was rare for Yun Lang to get the upper hand, and with a turn of the folding fan, he swayed around Xiao Xiaowang Ye's wrist in a serious manner: "The talent is extraordinary, you can learn it without a teacher."

Xiao Shuo laughed, and was about to speak when Yun Lang picked up his chin with a folding fan.

Such a posture was too inappropriate, Xiao Shuo raised his eyes to speak, but paused slightly.

Yun Lang's brows were clear and handsome, at this time he was half sleepy but not sleepy, circling around in a dull mood, inexplicably a little more affectionate and tender, with this rather serious posture, it actually made people's hearts lighten for no reason.

Xiao Shuo settled down, put his formality aside for the time being, shook Yun Lang's hand holding the fan, and said in a low voice, "Tonight's bedtime...the sky is still bright at this time."

Yun Lang turned a deaf ear to him, hooked Xiao Shuo with his folding fan, thought carefully about the situation in the picture, and bit the little prince's throat lightly.

For a moment Xiao Shuo couldn't even find the light of the sky, closed his eyes, held his breath, strangled his shoulders, and only wrapped his arms around Yun Lang's back.

The slightly crisp pain came up in an instant, mixed with the delicate and soft gentle touch, and instantly hugged the person.

The heat is bubbling, and I can't break free.

Yun Lang leaned over and leaned on his chest warmly.

Xiao Shuo had been teased by him for nothing in the past few days, and he still had to endure General Yun's kiss not to pass out, tormented inside and out, he said in a hoarse voice: "Kaifeng Yin is outside."

"I have a handwritten letter, which is in the study and asked him to bring it to Shang Ke."

Yunlang's ears turned red, burning all the way into his collar: "Right now... let's not talk about this."

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes hard, trying to keep his mind clear: "What are you talking about?"

Yun Lang blocked him with the folding fan in his hand, thought carefully, and bit his neck again.

Xiao Shuo: "..."

Yun Lang drew some distance away, concentrated on searching, found a place that hadn't been bitten before, and took another bite.

Xiao Shuo: "?"

General Yun did not know where he learned the skill, the first half of the teasing made people shaken, and the heat implied his heart, if Kaifeng Yin hadn't been spoiling the scenery outside, he might not have been able to bear it.

After being bitten by these mouths, there is really no trace of charm left.

Xiao Shuo supported Yun Lang, tested the temperature against his forehead, and frowned: "What's wrong? Why suddenly—"

Yun Lang had been drowsy for the past few days, and finally found a chance to take revenge, took a folding fan and slapped Xiao Xiaowang on the head, and then lay back on the couch.

Xiao Shuo barely stretched out his hand, and put a cushion on the back of his head: "No more?"

Yun Lang closed his eyes, randomly grabbed Xiao Shuo and pulled him over, and took a bite.

Xiao Shuo didn't understand it. He didn't understand these things before, and he studied the scripts step by step. He had never seen General Yun's heretics, so he clenched his fists: "It's not systematic... there should be some leftovers."

"There are some left." Yun Lang sighed, "The young man in white took the prince into his arms, pressed his lips and tongue, played with it recklessly, and tasted it carefully."

The words Xiao Shuo called him made his heart skip a beat, and he said in a low voice, "So——"

"So, this exquisite and rare "A Bright Night in the Erotic Palace" with calligraphy and pictures was carried out from the palace and brought to me."

Yun Lang was expressionless: "In front of me, burn it."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"Play with it wantonly, taste it carefully, and bite here."

Yun Lang sighed, pulled the quilt over his head, Guan Sha kicked Xiao Wangye out of the ground: "It's all burnt."