Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

The old doctor was cruel and ruthless. General Yun had just held his breath in the study, and asked Dao Scar to walk a hundred times back and forth with the support of the iron bones. He was dizzy from the pain and had no strength anymore.

When he fell on the couch and was resting, the soldiers were transporting the things they had snatched from the yard to the study, and there happened to be a bag of croton powder.

Yun Lang looked at Croton Fen, having nothing to do, and thought about it.

Add it to the dessert on the table.

……

Never thought it would be used so quickly.

Yun Lang looked at Xiao Shuo with a complicated expression, hesitant to speak.

Xiao Shuo was furious and slipped his words for a moment, his chest was suffocated, he didn't want to say any more, but he was upset by him: "Speak up if you have something to say!"

"Little—" Yun Lang yelled half a sentence, thought for a while, and changed his words: "My lord."

Xiao Shuo looked at the dangling man in front of him who couldn't even stand still, held back his temper, didn't tear him down immediately, and raised his head coldly.

Taking advantage of the light from the scenery, Yun Lang looked up at Xiao Shuo's sharp profile.

……

In the past few days, I don't know whether it's because of living in the mansion, or the two of them finally talked slowly, he can often find the shadow of Xiao Shuo in Xiao Shuo without paying attention.

He is a little more serious, his temper is not as good as before, and he always suppresses depression.

And indeed a little moody.

But being snatched out by Xiao Shuo wrapped in a cloak, Yun Lang still remembered the situation when the two of them fell from the cliff together in a daze.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the mountain wind is howling.

The little emperor's grandson, who was still a teenager, knelt beside him, trembling desperately.

Yun Lang supported him, half of his body was soaked in the ice water for half a night, he was frozen stiff, but he didn't feel any pain.

Not only does it not hurt, but my mind is strangely chaotic and drowsy, but it is very comfortable.

Even being dragged and dragged by the little emperor's grandson, gnashing his teeth desperately and carrying it on his back, all he wanted was to just fall asleep like this.

Xiao Shuo forbade him to sleep, and carried him on his back, stumbling along the road, getting up again when he stumbled.

Walking all the way and falling all the way, Yun Lang lay on his back and panicked when he heard it.

At that time, Yun Lang hadn't been on the battlefield yet, but he often went to hang out in the military camp. Many people said that by this time, most people would die.

Walking at night with a dead man on his back is just the place where an official ghost turns into a dead man.

It is not good for wealth and official career, and it is not good for future generations.

Yun Lang thought about what he was losing, and pulled Xiao Shuo's hair, pulling it once and for all: "Hey."

Xiao Shuo kept silent, carefully carried him on his back more steadily, and walked away with his teeth gritted.

Yun Lang then tugged at him: "Xiao Shuo."

Xiao Shuo trembled and said in a low voice, "Stop talking."

"Say one more thing." Yun Lang thoughtfully ignored him, and discussed in a low voice, "Put me down."

Xiao Shuo stopped in his tracks.

He was lying on Xiao Shuo's back, he couldn't see the expression of the little emperor's grandson clearly, he could only hear the heavy panting that was so rapid that it was almost miserable.

"You put me down, go out alone, and walk faster." Yun Lang coaxed him in a good voice, "I found someone, and it's the same when you come back to save me."

Xiao Shuo said in a hoarse voice, "I'm alone?"

"Don't worry." Yun Lang promised, "I'll wait for you right here, I won't go anywhere..."

He lacked strength, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice.Xiao Shuo didn't dare to look away from him, turned around, and carefully placed Yun Lang under the tree while holding his breath.

Xiao Shuo knelt down and helped him lean against the tree trunk: "Aren't you going anywhere?"

Yun Lang said nonsense in his heart, the wolf cubs of Rongdi searched people all over the mountain, and the young master rolled into the ditch when he was about to die, and he didn't ask them to catch the fish when he was fed.

This kind of words must not be said to the little emperor's grandson who doesn't know anything about military affairs. Yun Lang leaned against the tree, half leaned on Xiao Shuo's arm, and nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Xiao Shuo knelt in front of him, his chest heaved and he was panting heavily.

Under the moonlight, the little Huangsun walked and fell all the way, his face was ashamed and scratched everywhere, he was much more embarrassed than him.

Unable to hold back, Yun Lang raised his hand a few times, and finally plucked off the broken leaves caught between his messy hair.

……

Before he could recover, his wrist suddenly hurt.

Xiao Shuo tightly gripped his wrist.

The strength of the hand that can only read and hold a pen can almost crush his wrist bones.

Yun Lang felt that he was about to shatter, and he didn't need the little emperor's grandson to help: "Don't pinch—"

"Yun Lang." Xiao Shuo stared at him with red eyes, and paused every word, "I'm still alive."

"..." Yun Lang nodded: "Yes, I can see that..."

Xiao Shuo tore his outer robe into cloth strips, tied them into a knot with force, bypassed him, and tied him together.

"I am alive."

Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth fiercely, and tied him firmly on his back: "Don't ever think about it, I will throw you down."

……

Yun Lang withdrew his mind and sighed lightly.

Xiao Xiaowang has grown up.

It is no longer just grabbing people's wrists and saying harsh words, knowing that they stripped people of their clothes, locked their hands and feet and tied them to the couch.

Perhaps it was a hint that he was tied with cloth strips back then.

Sooner or later, it will come to this point.

Can't change, can't escape.

If you treat him like this today, the little prince will really grow up and become a family in the future.When entering the bridal chamber, I'm afraid I will do the same to the people in the room.

Yun Lang bears the concubine's last wish, looks at Xiao Shuo, hesitates to speak, deliberates whether he should persuade King Yan Yi Er or not in the art of the room.

"Nothing to say, just go back and lie down and rest!"

Xiao Shuo became more and more irritable when he saw him, and said in a deep voice, "Who knows if that imperial physician is reliable! You—"

"It's reliable." Yun Lang wanted to jump up and beat Imperial Physician Liang on his behalf, "I'm much better."

Xiao Shuo frowned, staring at him suspiciously.

"Really, I won't lie to you." Yun Lang thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to let him feel his pulse, "You feel it?"

Xiao Shuo looked down, his eyes were uncertain, he stood there for a while, then said coldly, "Raise the cuffs."

Yun Lang shook his head decisively: "No."

"..." Xiao Shuo was annoyed for a while: "I won't really take off your clothes! What are you thinking all day long? All these years——"

Yun Lang has read the story books all these years, and is very familiar with Xiao Shuo's routine, so he was a little embarrassed when he broke it: "Cough."

Xiao Shuo stopped talking, and stood for a while suppressing his anger, and asked the old master to call someone.

Yun Lang didn't know what he was going to do, so he looked up blankly.

"The warm sedan chair will come in a moment."

With his back turned to him, Xiao Shuo said softly, "You don't believe me, you don't feel comfortable around me, so go back to live in the small courtyard."

"..." Yun Lang thought for a while about the burnt-out courtyard in Scar's mouth: "Should the sky be the bed, and the earth be the bed?"

It wasn't the first time Yun Lang slept in Xiao Shuo's study, and he asked people to move his things there.Suddenly being blown away at this moment, I feel quite embarrassed, reluctant: "It's all burnt out, I won't sleep."

"The palace has a row of empty courtyards." Xiao Shuo remained unmoved, "The layout is the same."

Yun Lang: "..."

"It was originally expected to be brought to ask you to dismantle it."

Xiao Shuo said: "Prepare for a rainy day, just in time."

Yunlang gritted his teeth, and said to your uncle's Miao in his heart: "I have moved all my things, and if I want to go back to the small courtyard, I have to ask someone to move those things there again."

Xiao Shuo: "Okay."

Yun Lang made an inch of it: "I've taken a fancy to the treasure shelf in your room, so move it away for me."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes and looked at him with an unclear expression.

"This is not willing?" Yun Lang deliberately found fault, "The palace is so big, it lacks a treasure shelf—"

Xiao Shuo: "It's nailed to the wall."

Yun Lang: "..."

Xiao Shuo looked at him for a while, then smiled, and said softly, "Break it off for Young Master."

"..." Yun Lang coughed dryly: "No need."

"In such a huge palace, there is no shortage of a treasure shelf."

Xiao Shuo calmly said, "What else do you want?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth, and seeing Xiao Shuo standing alone on the spot, for some reason, his heart suddenly softened.

When Uncle Duan Wang died in prison, Yun Lang has no right to think about anything since then, running around and risking his life, all for the last wish of King Duan.

Handing over the Tiger Talisman of the Forbidden Army, in exchange for Duan Wang's Mansion and the safety of the mansion.

Go back to northern Xinjiang to reorganize the Shuofang army, and fight back the seven cities that were swallowed by Rong Di.

Leaving evidence, making secret arrangements, trying to expose the past events of the year, forcing the late emperor to re-investigate the old case of King Duan.

... Every piece and every piece can't be taken into account, and can't allow Xiao Shuo to think about it.

Even back then, when King Duan fought in northern Xinjiang, he was the one who accompanied the army.

Xiao Shuo was alone, guarding the huge palace.

Yun Lang suddenly developed some conscience, he was too embarrassed to get angry again, looked at Xiao Shuo for a while, then reached out to touch him: "Hey."

Xiao Shuo raised his eyes.

"That..." Yun Lang coughed, "Dim sum."

Yun Lang: "Give it back to me, I'll give you another piece."

Xiao Shuo frowned: "You brought me a snack from my house."

Yun Lang couldn't stop thinking, he didn't feel embarrassed to say it, so he answered vaguely: "Oh."

Xiao Shuo matured Yun Lang's temper precociously, but he still never thought that he could be so confident. He looked at him incomprehensibly, "Now do you want me to pay you back?"

"For your own good." Yun Lang rarely found his conscience, and hurriedly urged him, "Don't ask, give me—"

Xiao Shuo said flatly, "No."

Yun Lang: "..."

"Yunlang, remember." Xiao Shuo looked at him and said in a deep voice, "From now on, no matter what you give me, I will never return it to you."

"..." Yunlang said in awe: "I gave you things before, do you always want to go back?"

"Yes." The old master hid the book for a long time, but finally couldn't help it, and came out to help, "The horse that was given to the prince at the beginning was liked by the young prince, but he rode it away the next day."

Yun Lang was stunned for a while, and touched his heart.

"The dagger given to the lord, the young lord said that cutting iron is like mud, and it is too wasteful to use it to pierce your feet."

The old master said: "Later, before the young master went to the battlefield, he also touched it away."

Yun Lang thought about it carefully, before introspecting in surprise: "Yes."

"The jade pendant that was given to our lord. One day, the young lord was on the street and saw a vegetable seller. He couldn't be angry."

The old master: "I pulled it off from the waist of the prince, and used it as silver to redeem him. If I want to get it back, I have already asked the pawnshop to sell it."

Yun Lang had never looked at himself like this before, recalled it for a long time, and murmured: "I am actually this kind of person..."

Xiao Xiaowang is really tolerant and kind.

Yun Lang was in a complicated mood, but that piece of snack had to come back, so he coughed: "From now on... not from now on."

Yun Lang tugged at his sleeve and reached out to reach for it: "It's just this snack—"

Xiao Shuo tucked it into his sleeve and said indifferently, "I won't pay you back."

Yun Lang lowered his head, preoccupied: "Oh."

Yun Lang was so benevolent that he couldn't persuade him anymore at this point, so he had to put it aside for the time being: "Those assassins, call me to interrogate them."

The conversation was too fast, Xiao Shuo looked at him for a while, then frowned: "What are you interrogating?"

"This group of people attacked fiercely, and it wasn't just me."

Yun Lang said: "The raised dead soldiers can only be forced out by the method of interrogating Rong Di's scouts."

"I happen to—" Yun Lang smiled, "I just happen to know some tricks. I won't let you see it if I don't see the light very much."

Yun Lang: "If you ask, I will naturally tell you."

Xiao Shuo's eyes froze and he stared at him firmly.

"Don't inquire." Yun Lang stopped in advance, "Don't worry, it's about your life, I won't play tricks..."

Xiao Shuo didn't care about the assassin, seeing the faint smile on Yun Lang's lips, his expression became colder, and he stretched out his hand to hold his wrist.

Yun Lang was startled for a moment, and looked up at him.

Xiao Shuo looked at Yun Lang's pale lips, closed his eyes and let go of his hands, and said softly, "Okay."

Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his hands, and was about to ask someone to help him into the warm sedan chair, when he suddenly heard Xiao Shuo asking from behind, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt very much." Yun Lang's mind was relaxed, and he didn't notice it for a while, and said casually, "It's just—"

Yun Lang replied and suddenly realized.Standing by the side of the warm sedan chair, looking at the suppressed look in Xiao Shuo's eyes, he said dumbly, "My lord."

Xiao Shuo remained silent, looking at Yun Lang's thin and torn shoulders under the cloak.

Fighting and fighting in the army, they can't teach serious, cruel and insidious interrogation methods.

Yun Lang took a trip to Yushitai Prison, and had a day and two nights face-to-face with the bodyguards. Where did he learn this, almost no need to ask.

Yushi Zhongcheng said that the man was sent from Dali Temple with heavy iron chains and wounds all over his body.

"It's not a big deal." Yun Lang smiled, "It will never be more difficult than your time."

Yun Lang really didn't want Xiao Shuo to be bothered by these things, so he frowned and said nonsense: "I'm really sorry, why don't you treat me better..."

Xiao Shuo: "Okay."

Yun Lang was startled, and looked up at him.

Xiao Shuo stood quietly, he was neither cold nor irritable, and he almost revealed some shadows of his youth in a trance.

Xiao Shuo tightened the cloak for him, put down the lamp in his hand, and took out the snack Yun Lang gave him from his sleeve.

Break off half of it, and hand it to Yun Lang's lips.

Yun Lang: "..."