Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Xia Jie went to the wine pool, and Shang Zhou roasted it.

Even though His Royal Highness King Yan's heart is firm and clear, and the absurdity is not so far, it is difficult to be sure about such trivial things as lighting a beacon fire and buying a lychee.

"The princes... don't want to play."

King Jing glanced at Xiao Shuo's expression, and advised him cautiously: "If you two want to eat lychees, the 'Yiqi Hongchen concubine laughing' kind is just a defective product, which is actually meaningless."

Xiao Shuo couldn't understand what he heard, and looked up at him.

King Jing: "There is a kind of lychee called Chen Zi in the Xinghua Army of Fujian Province. Although it is more expensive, it has a flesh like condensed snow and a clear fragrance. It is sold in my fruit shop."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"Take this and buy it."

King Jing leaned over, took out a wooden sign engraved with the business emblem of King Jing's Mansion, and handed it over, lowering his voice: "One tael is three yuan cheaper, and three catties is half cheaper."

"..."

Xiao Shuo pressed his forehead. He had never been able to figure out what these people were thinking all day long. He only felt a headache from the noise. He pushed away the wooden sign and took away the candied fruit. He went to feed General Yun who was waiting with his mouth open.

King Jing didn't know what the buyer was thinking, so he followed up and tried his best to sell: "Don't like lychees? There are also rouge peaches, honey peaches and nectarines. Gantang pears are the sweetest. If ebony plums are too sour, you can use honey to soak them. nectar……"

Before the shop signboard was finished reading, rice paper balls and locust rocks had been chopped down together.

King Jing was used to hiding, so he quickly ducked under the table with his head in his arms.Just about to talk, the two people who were feeding each other candied fruit suddenly looked at each other and looked out the window.

The night was peaceful and quiet, and it was dark outside the window, and there was no movement.

King Jing didn't see this kind of posture very often, holding the wooden sign for the fruit store that hadn't been sent out, he said cautiously: "Outside—"

Yun Lang gestured for silence, got up and leaned over to the window.

Although Zuixianju has been hidden in the city for many years, now that the secret guards have come to the door, I am afraid that they have already been watched by others, so it is not always safe.

What I said just now is important and cannot be sloppy, Yun Lang has listened carefully, there are no eyes and ears outside.

It happened that there was no wind outside the window just now, and it was fine, but a broken tile fell off.

"It seems that there are a lot of things tonight, and it's not just that we are not free."

Leaning on the window sill, Yun Lang looked out: "Make a bet? I guess they are going to the palace."

"Don't gamble." Xiao Shuo said, "You get the right answer first, and I will lose any bets."

"You know that you will suffer if you lose?"

Yun Lang propped himself up and sat back, with a smile in his eyes: "I bet on Tang Chi, if you lose, then show me the next book together."

Yun Lang touched the fan from his sleeve, and raised his hand to throw it over: "If this black-clothed night walker is really going to assassinate in the palace, you and I will simply lead the troops to northern Xinjiang for three days and three nights, and go directly to the northern border on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month."

Xiao Shuo caught the betting white fan, met Yun Lang's gaze, and put it in his sleeve: "Okay."

King Jing finally understood this sentence, and turned pale with shock, and came out from under the table: "What's the matter, someone is going to assassinate you in the palace?!"

"Prince Xiang's method, I would rather kill by mistake than let it go."

Xiao Shuo got up: "The dark guards are dispatched tonight, although they didn't intend to, I'm afraid they have scared the snake."

King Jing's complexion was heavy, he stood for a long while with frowned brows, then turned to Yun Lang: "I don't understand."

"You say that in your Zuixian tower, not only us and the whole family of Shen Zhizhengshi are installed tonight, but also the nine-star and eight-door zodiac envoy left by King Xiang."

Yun Lang took Prince Xiao Xiao's outer robe: "Although the dark guards came for us tonight, they alarmed Prince Xiang's subordinates."

It was cold at night, Yun Lang tried on the thickness of his outer robe, put on his own cloak, and handed it to Xiao Shuo: "These people saw that the dark guards came to check the restaurant in a big way, and thought they had missed their tracks. The left and right have been found, so let's go first." It’s better to strike first, go to the palace to see if you can kill the emperor.”

King Jing was shocked: "Then you two are still sitting here?!"

Although many people are looking forward to changing the emperor, but they also know that if they change at this time, King Xiang's party is dead but not dead, and if they fight again, it will only cause turmoil for the government and the public.

The two of them had just cleared up the rules and regulations, when the assassins flew past the window, they were still so calm.

King Jing was wandering around in the house, eager to push the two elder nephews out immediately: "Go and take care of it! If I turn around and say that the assassin came out of my Zuixian Tower, how can I excuse it? Then close the door of Prince Jing's mansion." It's all going to pay off..."

He was the only one in the room who was in a hurry, Xiao Shuo took the outer robe and put it on, and his eyes fell on Yun Lang: "I will bring the palace guard into the palace to escort, and wait for me when I return home."

Yun Lang nodded: "Okay."

It is rare for a major general to be so eloquent, Xiao Shuo's eyes showed some surprise, Zhao Yunlang swept the two hands hanging by his side, removed the sleeve arrow on his right wrist, and handed it over.

Yun Lang laughed: "You entered the palace to catch assassins, why did you give me this instead?"

"The piece of warm jade you brought back from Southern Xinjiang back then can only be made into a sleeve arrow."

Xiao Shuo said: "Your sleeve arrows are inlaid with ordinary mutton fat jade, the night is dark and the dew is heavy, the more it soaks, the cooler it gets."

Yun Lang told him to catch the present, so he had to hand it over. Lord Ren clasped the ink-patterned dragon's sleeve arrow wrist guard on his wrist: "Why do you even check this?"

Xiao Shuo glanced at him, did not answer, took the stove and handed it to Yun Lang.

Yun Lang had no choice but to take it honestly and hug him, consciously packed the snacks on the table, and put them in his arms.

His Royal Highness Yan Wang remained calm in the face of danger, and ignored Uncle Jing Wang who was so impatient, he ordered Xuan Tiewei to send the major general back to the mansion to rest first, and then brought King Jing back to the mansion, and then he went down the Zuixian Tower and led his troops to the palace. gone.

The imperial army patrolled Bianliang at night, found traces of an assassin, followed them all the way, and marched into Miyagi to escort them.

King Jing opened the window of the carriage and looked at the situation on the street, still feeling lingering fear: "There are assassins! Is this a trivial matter?! Your lord really can hold his breath..."

Yun Lang leaned against the carriage, and said calmly: "In Prince Yan's residence, assassins are nothing but idle business."

King Jing was startled, looked back at him for a while, and then sat back slowly.

What Yun Lang said is right, the Prince Yan Mansion has welcomed and sent spy assassins from all over the years, and they are well protected if they are not smashed into a sieve.

King Jing sat for a while, and said in a low voice: "I don't care about the emperor's life or death... How many blood debts are in his hands? One pays for another, and he is also taken away by his life."

"You two can kill him if you can bear it, it's for the sake of the world, I know."

King Jing said: "Xiao Shuo didn't really want to escort him when he entered the palace today, did he?"

"Escorts have their own Jinwu guards and dark guards, and most likely they won't lose anything."

Yun Lang took a chestnut and rolled it twice in his hand: "Those who can take the risk to assassinate at this time are either stragglers or zodiac envoys who dare not die. It is the same whether the imperial army goes or not."

King Jing was slightly stunned: "Then what is he going to do? He brought so many people—"

"After today, the emperor will know."

Yun Lang said: "Whether it's for chasing an assassin, or for something else...the imperial army is dispatched, as long as they enter the palace, there will be so many people."

King Jing faintly understood the deep meaning of his words, and his back felt cold, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

King Jing clenched his fists and whispered, "On that day..."

Today... It is indeed to chase the assassin, and the imperial army entered the palace to escort them.

If one day, when the time comes, these imperial guards escorting them will have another identity and position.

The saber that had been hanging on the roof of Prince Yan's mansion for several years has finally changed its form and is now hanging in the deep palace, where the Ninety-Five Lord is.

"On that day, innocent people will be arranged."

Yun Lang smiled: "Don't worry, don't get involved—"

"I didn't say that."

King Jing swallowed, and looked out the window: "Xiao Shuo... When Xiao Shuo went to my house to meet the officials, I actually wanted to say this, but he interrupted me, so I couldn't say it."

King Jing lowered his head: "The day you forced the palace, find me a job... I want to help too."

Yun Lang was slightly surprised and looked up at him.

"At any rate, I was also an uncle. Back then... if I was even a bit more competitive, it wasn't the situation I am now."

King Jing's chest rose and fell, he collected himself, and quickly said: "I'm just such a piece of material, I can't make it into a weapon, but it's okay to do me a favor, add some oil and pour it on the fire."

"You two, there is always something you can't get around. When the time comes, you have things that you can't take care of and don't take too much thought, just let me do them, and if you are inconvenient to take them, just throw them to me."

"I have no brains, but I have brains."

King Jing grinned: "The matter of losing your head is full of calculations. I can do it at least once, right?"

Yun Lang looked at him quietly for a while, smiled, and threw the chestnuts in his hand.

King Jing took the chestnut, and almost consciously joined the rebellious party who conspired with the great cause. He sat up straight happily, and brushed off his skirt and robe sleeves solemnly.

"What Uncle King Jing said today, I've written it down."

Yun Lang tilted his head and opened some car curtains: "At that time... we may be really inconvenient, so I have to trouble Uncle Wang."

"Trouble me, big chicken leg." King Jing was furious: "Xiao Shuo is so polite to me, it is his fault. You are so polite to me, it is because you look down on me."

Yun Lang laughed, and was about to speak, when his eyes suddenly stopped on the street where figures flashed by.

King Jing was stunned: "What did you see?"

"Nine stars and eight sects of the zodiac."

Yun Lang flexed his fingers: "The number seven in the Big Dipper is Zuo Fu You Bi, the sky is nine purple, and Kanshui is a bandit."

King Jing: "..."

"Yun Lang."

King Jing: "Xiao Shuohe didn't tell you that every time you started chanting sutras, we couldn't understand a single word."

Yun Lang has always been hard to find a bosom friend in Jiugong Bagua and Qimen Dunjia, and he didn't expect him to understand, so he took a look at King Jing and grasped the sleeve arrow on his wrist.

King Xiang is well versed in gossip and strange gates. Back then when he forced his way into the Yuying Pavilion, there was a chain of tricks everywhere in the pavilion. Now the so-called envoys of the Zodiac are undoubtedly arranged according to the strange gates.

Over the years, King Xiang has painstakingly drilled his camp, except for Yang Xianyou on the bright side, his capable confidantes will never bet on a big gamble of victory and defeat.

Shang Ke lurked beside King Xiang. After searching all these years, he only found half of them, and wrote them on the thin silk to him.

Beidou plus Zuofu Youbi, is the nine stars.

The nine stars hang brightly, the eight gates are reversed and the five directions are turbulent, which is a sign of changing the sky.

"I saw a man in purple on the street."

Yun Lang: "According to what Shang Ke said, it should be Tanlang, the Tianying among the envoys of the Zodiac, who has gone to the palace."

"The greedy wolf is the threshold of the water level, it is cold and dark, and it is the master of robbers."

Yun Lang recalled the thin silk given by Shang Ke, and slowly said: "King Xiang assigns status according to the person, and those who can occupy this position are probably ruthless and will do everything they can. I'm afraid there will be danger in the palace tonight."

King Jing was startled: "Then what should we do, is it important for Xiao Shuo?"

Although the assassins were targeting the emperor, but Xiao Shuo and Yunlang Lei Ting quelled the rebellion, King Xiang's party and the people of Prince Yan's mansion undoubtedly forged an inextricable blood feud long ago.

If the other side suddenly gets up and down, Xiao Shuo may not be able to retreat completely if he can pull one out.

"Of course it's inconvenient for you, but you want me to rush into the palace and report to him?"

King Jing was a little worried: "In case you are unprepared and suffer a loss by accident."

Yun Lang leaned against the carriage, lowered his eyes and muttered silently.

"It's not that I said... You two have really grown a lot now, and you are too calm."

King Jing looked at him for a while, then sighed: "It's alright for Xiao Shuo, but you have cultivated so calmly, as calm as a mountain."

Looking at these two people, King Jing felt ashamed and said with a wry smile: "Whenever you are free, teach me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of cold wind blew in with snow powder, forcing him to close his eyes immediately.

King Jing opened his mouth firmly and choked, and coughed coldly in his throat for a long time before he finally took a breath and raised his head: "Teach me——"

King Jing: "..."

King Jing: "Yunlang?"

The black horse pulling the cart was blowing steam in the cold night, not even noticing any movement, and still walked slowly forward as usual.

The carriage was empty, and General Yun's calm and unmoving shadow had long since disappeared.