Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

In the middle of the night, the prince summoned the mansion to discuss business in the study.

To be on the safe side, I specially wrote the key details by hand, asked the left and right to distribute it, and repeated it silently in my heart.

"My lord..."

The old master held the prince's handwritten letter, feeling a little complicated: "Are you really looking for this?"

"What?" Xiao Shuo looked out the window with an indifferent expression, "I can't find it?"

The old master hurriedly shook his head: "No, no."

Suddenly got a subpoena in the middle of the night, the old master thought it was some very important business, so he rushed here in the middle of the night, specially bringing with him some of the most alert and loyal generals in the house.

……

The old master stood on the sidelines, looking at the prince who probably lost his argument with Mr. Yun, he hesitated to speak.

Xiao Shuo became more and more upset by him, and said in a deep voice, "Speak up if you have something to say!"

"My lord." The old master said in a low voice, "I will tell you my lord, most of the servants in our house are old soldiers who retired from the Shuofang army."

"I know." Xiao Shuo frowned, "So what?"

"Break a fight, burn a shop, it will work naturally." The old master said: "You can't read a basket of characters in Dou Da."

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"Literate." The old master said, "I have gone to sort the letter files in the mansion over the years as instructed."

Xiao Shuo raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows hard.

"not enough people."

"No, you can't go to every bookstore."

The old master said: "I found a book about blowing ginseng soup for others..."

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes, suppressed his anger, and said coldly, "That's all."

"If the lord is really in a hurry." The old master was afraid that the lord would quarrel and lose too many times, so he went to deal with the young master Yun in a moment of anger, and gritted his teeth, "The old servant is desperate, go in person—"

"That's all!" Xiao Shuo scolded, looking at the worry and concern in the old master's eyes, he tried his best to slow down his tone, "Tell them...to go down too."

The old master responded in a hurry, trotted back, and dismissed the servant who finally dug out the third word from Shuowen Jiezi.

Xiao Shuo sat in front of the window, his whole body was filled with cold air.The old master didn't dare to disturb him too much, and whispered: "My lord..."

Xiao Shuo said in a deep voice, "You go down too."

"Master Yun has been living in the study for the past few days, and all the decorations have been arranged according to Master Yun's arrangement."

The old master said softly: "There are people left outside, if the prince is not comfortable with it, call them."

"No need." Xiao Shuo said, "There's nothing wrong with it."

The old master hurriedly leaned over and agreed.

"A few years ago, he ran to the house endlessly."

Xiao Shuo looked at the old master's book and frowned: "At that time, the study was tossed around like locusts crossing the border. I couldn't find anything at all. I threw away the pen when I was done using it, and stuffed it under the pillow after I finished the book. I couldn't bear it."

The old master looked at Xiao Shuo's expression, and was a little confused for a moment, not knowing whether to praise their lord: "Yes..."

"He still thinks my chess is not good."

Xiao Shuo sat for a while, then said in a deep voice, "It was replaced by white marble, but I didn't see him boasting."

The old master said in his heart that the chess pieces are innocent, and Young Lord Yun probably thinks it is your chess skills.It is inconvenient to say more at this time, so I said along the way: "Mr. Yun is too much."

"I don't think the dim sum is good, so I made it according to his taste." The more Xiao Shuo thought about it, the more angry he became, and he gritted his teeth and said coldly, "I'm so sick that I can't stand up, the first thing I do when I stand up is to give me a chin..."

The old master reckoned that the lord's anger had been suppressed for a long time, but because Mr. Yun was unwell and inconvenient to attack, he nodded immediately: "It's really too aggressive, I should teach Mr. Yun some lessons."

Xiao Shuo closed his eyes and sat quietly for a while, but the coldness in his body gradually dissipated. He leaned against the window and opened his eyes.

The old master looked carefully at his expression, and asked tentatively, "My lord?"

"Bring a pen and paper." Xiao Shuo said calmly, "Study ink."

The old master nodded his head hastily, and without asking his servants to help, he brought back the table case that Mr. Yun had tossed to the corner of the room, and spread out the rice paper.

There is still some residual ink in the inkstone, which is left over from Yunlang's notes when he was studying "The Teaching of the Son".Yun Lang left the study and went to the side hall to listen to the corner, but he didn't have time to ask someone to clean it up.

The old master washed it with clean water, and re-grinded the ink: "What do you want to write, to teach Mr. Yun the rules?"

Xiao Shuo persisted in writing, he was still frowning in thought, but he raised his head when he heard the words: "What?"

The old master thought he had said something wrong, so he shook his head: "It's nothing..."

"Don't be afraid." Xiao Shuo said, "It makes sense."

The old master was stunned: "Huh?"

"I'm worrying about what to write." Xiao Shuo spread out the paper and picked up his pen again, "There are no rules and no rules, and we should be taught a lesson."

The old master hadn't recovered yet, so he stood aside and glanced quietly.

The lights were dim, and it was hard to see what the prince had written, it vaguely looked like a cloud word.

The old master couldn't hold back anymore, he held the lamp lightly, and wanted to take a closer look, but Xiao Shuo had already covered the paper: "Go."

The old master was full of regret: "...Yes."

Xiao Shuo moved the lamp closer, dipped some ink, and wrote again.

The old master packed up the things that the prince used at hand, lighted a stick of moss incense, and walked out of the study lightly.

Yun Lang spent the night preparing in the side hall, and the soldiers prepared all the things that should be prepared overnight, but the next day he still couldn't go to Cheng Liang's doctor's clinic.

Not only did he fail to go, Xuan Tiewei even made a special trip to invite Doctor Liang back to the palace from the medical clinic.

"Just a little cold."

Yun Lang was stared at by a group of people on the couch, and had a headache: "Last night, I was blowing the wind outside the window, and I accidentally blew it cold, it's not a problem..."

Xiao Shuo sat by the window, flipping through the book without raising his head: "Whether it's in the way or not, it's up to you to decide."

Yun Lang was angry, and stared at the person in front of him who only wanted to make trouble: "Isn't it just right? I'm going to the medical center—"

"I'm still sick." Xiao Shuo frowned, "What are you going to do in the clinic?"

Yun Lang: "..."

Physician Liang: "..."

Yun Lang was lying on the couch, watching the old doctor Liang's hands trembling with anger while holding the needle, and trembling with fear: "Calm down, you are always calm, you must aim..."

"This old man opened a medical clinic!" Imperial Physician Liang was really annoyed, he ignored Yun Lang, and stared, "Healing the disease and saving the patient, the doctor is benevolent!"

Yun Lang was stunned by the benevolent old doctor, and lay down flat on the couch without moving.

"Putting people over, can you still be cured?!"

Imperial Physician Liang stared at Xiao Shuo, and sprayed his white beard with anger: "If you can't trust me, you can find a good doctor yourself! If you can guarantee to cure him, I will give him away for nothing!"

Yun Lang was a little moved, touched a ball of paper and smashed it against Xiao Shuo, and whispered, "Look for it quickly..."

Physician Liang turned back angrily: "Shut up!"

Yun Lang sighed lightly, shut his mouth obediently, and lay down again.

Originally there were more people in the house, and they were all thrown out by the old doctor because they thought it was blocked and not ventilated.

The old master led the people outside the house, standing a little farther away, not knowing what happened, and looking inside nervously.

"What are you planning, what are you planning, I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Imperial Physician Liang calmed down for a while, and said in a deep voice, "The old man only cares about treating illnesses and saving lives. Since he is ill, he must be rescued."

Xiao Shuo sat by the window for a while, put down the book in his hand, and raised his head.

"It's not like I haven't seen the chaos in the palace before." Imperial Physician Liang glanced at him, "You two brats, if you want to use the old man to plan it, you can plan it yourself. If you can get it out, remember to pick the old man out tomorrow. It’s not a big deal if you can’t get it out and lose your head.”

Yun Lang smiled wryly: "You always have eight heads..."

"What's the use of having eighteen heads at this age."

Imperial Physician Liang glared at him viciously, pulled off his sleeves, and continued to administer the needle: "I'm really afraid of death. Back then, your prince said that there was someone in the mansion who needed the needle, so it's fine if you don't come?"

Yun Lang didn't know what to say, pursed the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes and smiled.

"You two juniors are not older than the emperor's princes."

Physician Liang gave the injections one by one, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "At their age, they are all galloping around the streets and being coquettish."

"I'm flirtatious too." Yun Lang was angry with Xiao Shuo, and coughed lightly, "When I'm better in the future, I'll go to the brothel to have a look..."

"Stop talking." Imperial Physician Liang glared at him, and stuffed a bowl of soup, "Your own body, you don't know it in your mind? Think about it carefully—"

Yun Lang took two sips of the decoction, and choked on the bitterness with an earth-shattering cough.

Imperial Physician Liang looked complicated, looked at him for a long while, and sighed heavily, "The mansion will arrange for a few more days." Xiao Shuo seemed not to notice the clues of the two of them, and answered in a calm voice, "It's not that the imperial physician cannot be trusted. The wind is tighter."

Just as Yun Lang pressed his breath, he raised his head when he heard the words, and frowned lightly.

"It doesn't interfere much with what we are planning."

Xiao Shuo said: "The winter solstice is coming soon, we have to arrange the winter battle."

Yun Lang didn't understand: "What?"

"..." Xiao Shuo pressed his forehead, took the bowl from his hand, and handed over a cup of ginseng tea: "Every time you lie on the roof of the Daqing Palace, you can watch the excitement."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang held the ginseng tea and murmured, "Oh."

"Since ancient times, there has been a case that during the winter solstice, Yang Qi grows and the way of the monarch grows."

Xiao Shuo looked at him, unhurriedly: "All civil and military officials should come to the Daqing Palace to congratulate, to proclaim the ceremony of the court hall, and to uphold the majesty of the king..."

"I remembered!" Yun Lang became annoyed, "What are you doing memorizing the memorial from the Ministry of Rituals!"

"You lie on too many roofs, I'm afraid you won't be able to remember."

Xiao Shuo said lightly, "The Winter Solstice Court Meeting is second only to the New Year's Day Festival. When this court meeting is over, it's time to stop the court."

Yun Lang somewhat remembered this coming out, but the impression was not deep, so he thought about it carefully: "Do all civil and military officials have to go?"

"If you have a title, you will go."

Xiao Shuo nodded: "You grew up in the palace at the beginning, but you didn't have any official title. Later, General Feng Yunhui guarded the northern border on the winter solstice for two years, and you couldn't catch up once."

Yun Lang didn't want him to remember so clearly, pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "It's a pity."

Xiao Shuo didn't think it was a pity, so he took the boqiu and put it on his body.

"Today is the second day of junior high school."

Yun Lang wrapped it up with his hands, and did the math: "This year's winter solstice is on the [-]th, isn't there still some days left?"

"Although there is still time, the emperor will move to the Daqing Hall to sleep three days before the winter solstice. This year is the first time since the new emperor ascended the throne, and it will take fifteen days."

Xiao Shuo said: "As a rule, the younger princes should take turns guarding the outer hall at night."

Seeing his calm expression, Yun Lang didn't answer, and put back the empty teacup: "One more cup."

"Your qi and blood are not stable, and your emptiness cannot be replenished." Xiao Shuo put down the teacup, "In the past few days, the court is discussing whether I should go or not."

Yun Lang's hand was hanging by his side, he clenched into a fist, and clenched lightly.

This kind of guard in the outer hall is said to be the younger generation of the prince, but in fact it is not strict, it must be the emperor's own son.

The royal heirs in this dynasty have never been prosperous, as long as they are related to the royal family, they will come and go through the motions. Yun Lang is the grandson of the empress's family, and he was forced to guard several times when he was not headed.

"There's nothing to discuss about this." Imperial Physician Liang has been in the palace for a long time and knows the rules, "You are of the blood of the king, the emperor's nephew, why can't you go?"

Xiao Shuo: "The Daqing Hall is a place to offer sacrifices to the Ming Hall and to give thanks to the heaven and the earth. It is a great gift of the country."

Imperial Physician Liang asked inexplicably, "So what?"

"I lost my father when I was young, and my family is full of misfortunes. I have resentment entrenched in my body, and I am full of blood."

Xiao Shuo didn't take it seriously: "It's unlucky."

"What's the point?!" Imperial Physician Liang couldn't hold back, and said angrily, "There has never been such a nonsense statement! You—"

Yun Lang didn't touch the tea, feeling helpless, coughed dryly.

Imperial Physician Liang frowned: "Did I say the wrong thing again?"

"You are getting old, and because of me, you have been tossed for nothing."

Yun Lang persuaded in a good voice: "Go back and rest first, I will clean up here, and I will definitely go to the medical clinic to seek treatment for you."

Physician Liang just listened to the beginning and was blasted out. He wanted to ask again, and suddenly came to his senses, and glanced at the two juniors who were sitting and standing in the room.

Although Yun Lang's complexion was not very good, his spirit was obviously not bad, and he bowed his hands to him with a smile.

Xiao Shuo stood by the couch with an indifferent expression, holding Yun Lang's back with one hand, and stuffed a pillow that was neither soft nor hard.

"That's all." Imperial Physician Liang knew that he couldn't listen anymore, so he flicked his sleeves, "I just leave."

"Every two hours, ask the medical officer in the family to give an injection." Imperial Physician Liang packed up the medicine box, "Remember to drink the prescribed medicine, don't complain, the illness you found yourself..."

"Yes, yes." Yun Lang assured, "I'll make three bowls in one go."

Physician Liang was still a little angry at first, but he was so coaxed that he couldn't get up and down, so he gave Yun Lang a look, and left in a hurry.

Seeing the old doctor go out, Yun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back.

He noticed something was wrong in the middle of the night. He thought it was okay, but he didn't call anyone, but he couldn't get up in the morning.

Originally thinking about trying to hide it from Xiao Shuo, he went to the medical clinic in a fool, but as expected, he failed half a step.

"I have a cold, what are you doing here?"

Yunlang gritted his teeth: "Aren't you afraid that I'll give you the sickness?"

"Pretend to be kind." Xiao Shuo glanced at him, "You can't wait for me to get infected too, and cough together with you."

"..." Yun Lang was punctured by him, a little embarrassed, and coughed dryly, "Although, but——"

"I don't care about you."

Xiao Shuo looked behind him, raised his hand and moved the soft pillow: "I coughed for half a night, why don't you tell me?"

"I'll cough even if I don't say it." Yun Lang was exhausted, leaned on comfortably, closed his eyes and muttered, "The old doctor said that these problems are nothing serious, taking medicine for seven days and not treating the disease for seven days..."

Xiao Shuo looked at him, his eyes darkened: "I really should tie you up."

Yun Lang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Shuo said, "A few years ago, I never entered the palace for night duty, and the former emperor never cared about me."

"The first emperor was worried all day long, afraid of making you sad and bringing up your old hatred."

Yun Lang twitched the corner of his mouth: "You can be satisfied if you can do well, why do you care whether you go to watch the night or not?"

"Besides." Yun Lang thought for a while, "It was originally the duty of the prince's generation to be on duty at night, and the relatives of the emperor's grandson used to make up the number..."

"This time, the fight is for this."

Xiao Shuo nodded: "Your Majesty only has two princes under his knees, so ten nights is definitely not enough."

"Our emperor." Yun Lang was still thinking about Xiao Shuo's row of uncles, "The sons are really thin..."

"The queen is the only favorite."

Xiao Shuo didn't want to say more, so he mentioned something casually, and then got back to the business: "According to the usual practice, if there are not enough princes, they will be filled by peers from other royal families."

"In this way, we can no longer be confused as before."

Yun Lang touched a snack and took a bite: "How... can we come to a conclusion? Will you enter the palace? When will—"

Xiao Shuo: "Today."

Yun Lang: "..."

Yun Lang raised his head and looked at the sky outside: "What time is it?"

"Although they are on duty at night." Xiao Shuo said, "But we can't go there at night."

"..." Yun Lang: "I know."

Xiao Shuo poured himself a cup of ginseng tea and took a sip: "Xu time."

Yun Lang looked out of the window again, and pressed his forehead.

Yun Lang took a breath, meditated and couldn't do anything after the needle was inserted, and sat upright: "Is it the time when there is half an hour left before now, and even half an hour will be gone?"

Xiao Shuo said slowly, "Yes."

Yun Lang became angry for a while, biting the snack in his mouth, thinking whether he could bite Xiao Shuo to death with one bite.

"It's not a serious matter." Xiao Shuo completely ignored his temper, and took another sip of ginseng tea, "How do you feel now, if you lie down, will you still be able to catch your breath?"

"I can't breathe, what does it matter?"

Yun Lang had a headache: "If you don't go, maybe you won't be able to take a good breath—"

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Shuo laughed, "I have done many more rebellious and arrogant things than this in these years."

"I only feel regret now." Xiao Shuo said, "When I should be rebellious, I actually obeyed."

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, looking at him, his chest seemed to be half blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

"What's none of your business?" Xiao Shuo raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Although I am rebellious and arrogant, I have never been to a brothel these years."

"..." Yun Lang: "Little prince, what is the relationship between these two things?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll just tell you." Xiao Shuo got up, "You know him better than I do, what should I say when I go to see the emperor?"

"Just say you hate me, beat your bones and burn your ashes, and eat your flesh."

Yun Lang withdrew his mind, supported the edge of the couch and thought for a while: "I can't be told to die so painfully, and I have to be tortured and tortured in every possible way to recover the blood debt of the year."

With his back on his back, Xiao Shuo stood still in the shadow of the sun, motionless.

"The only thing he's worried about is that I'll tell you the truth..." Yun Lang murmured, "You just said that I couldn't stand the torture, but I vomited blood overnight and became unconscious. Now my condition is getting worse and I'm unconscious, You can’t even recognize anyone with your eyes open.”

Xiao Shuo's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his figure was so severe that he almost pierced through the shadows in the room.

"The worse he talks, the more relieved he is, and the more convenient it will be to send me to the hospital later."

Yun Lang didn't notice it, and the more he talked, the more he talked: "It's not appropriate to break an arm or a leg. You just say that I'm trapped inside and out, and I just hang on to my life. I might run out of breath at any time..."

"To show his mercy, he will comfort you a few words, and maybe he will intercede for me, telling you to stop in moderation so as not to increase the number of murders."

Yun Lang said: "If you can pretend, you can shout a few words with your heart piercing and disheveled. If you can't pretend, then just put on a posture of ashamed heart, just kowtow and come out..."

Xiao Shuo said in a deep voice, "Enough."

"I know you don't like to hear it."

Yun Lang himself didn't like to talk, so he couldn't help but laugh.He talked too much, his throat was a little dry, and he poured himself a glass of water: "Little prince."

Xiao Shuo's chest rose and fell several times, but he still didn't turn around. After a long silence, he slowly let go of his tightly clenched fists.

"Whenever you get tired of, say hello, let's go to the northern border and kill Rong Di's pack of wolf cubs." Yun Lang took two sips of water and said softly, "It's also very good, why don't you say that you have no clothes, and you have nothing to do with me?" -"

"I don't like to hear it, not this."

Xiao Shuo said: "You don't need to guess wildly. I am more determined than you to find a way out from the court."

Yun Lang remained silent for a long while, and finally couldn't help being moved: "Then will you cry loudly in front of the car with your hair disheveled?"

Xiao Shuo: "..."

"If you want to cry." Yun Lang really wanted to see, "I'll go lie on the roof. Don't worry, I know those roads well, no one can see me..."

"Yun Lang."

Xiao Shuo was still thinking about the horrors he said, his face was frighteningly pale, he suddenly turned around and stared at him firmly: "If you want to see me cry, you can see me without waiting for your soul to float out."

"..." Yun Lang swallowed dryly: "Oh."

Yun Lang couldn't figure out which sentence was wrong, so he made Prince Xiao angry, he hesitated: "You don't hate me, I know."

"Why don't I hate you?" Xiao Shuo sneered, "I wish I could tear you apart and eat your flesh."

Yun Lang looked at it for a long time, and thought that Xiao Wang Ye was so kind, that he started to brew emotions at this moment, and nodded immediately: "Exactly."

Xiao Shuo's eyes were dark and cold, he glanced at him, and then walked out.

The old master waited outside the door, when he saw Xiao Shuo coming out, he trotted over: "My lord..."

"Change clothes and prepare the car." Xiao Shuo said indifferently, "Enter the palace."

The old master didn't dare to ask more questions, and gave a series of instructions to help Xiao Shuo change into court clothes and prepare things for entering the palace.

After preparing the carriage, the old master asked the coachman to wait at the door, and took Xuan Tiewei to the study to find someone: "My lord, everything is packed."

Xiao Shuo stood in front of the table, the rice paper from last night was spread out on the table, the pen and ink were dripping with iron and silver hooks, I don't know what was written on it.

The old master could almost see a faint murderous look from the handwriting, and he was frightened: "My lord—"

"It's packed." Xiao Shuo said, "I'll go now."

The old master leaned over: "Yes."

After Xiao Shuo wrote for a while, the hostility that was overflowing around him almost faded a little, he threw away the pen, and went out of the study.

The old master packed things for the lord and never looked at them much, but at this time he couldn't hold back his thoughts, so he dared to take a glance.

"What did the prince write?" Xuan Tiewei handed over the defense and asked in a low voice, "Memorial?"

"No." The old master shook his head in a complicated mood, "If it was a memorial, why wouldn't the prince not bring it?"

"That's right." Xuan Tiewei nodded, "Court planning, correspondence?"

The old master shook his head slowly: "No."

Xuan Tiewei really couldn't think of it: "This is neither that nor that, what exactly is it?"

"You said."

The old master was out of his mind, and fanned the wind to dry the ink, and folded the paper: "Mr. Yun, if you know... Our prince is very talented and self-taught, so he wrote the book while blowing ginseng soup while tying him to the bed." If you tell me you were spanking hard on the bed, would you still believe that the prince has never been to a brothel?"