This running water feast was set up from noon to midnight, the wine and meat were never broken, and the guests were never cut off. The shopkeeper is like the sister Hua in the brothel, flying around the venue to greet and send off, while other abacus around her waist is ringing all day.
Squeak, Du Zheng brought hot water, and when he closed the door, he said, "Master, all the people in the extraordinary palace have returned."
Huo Linfeng looked down from the window, a group of people walked out of the street, all riding horses, the first three were Duan Huaike, Lu Zhun and Diao Yuliang. That Rong Luoyun left early, very proud, he didn't even drink a glass of water and wine with the guests.
Along the way, Lu Zhun left the crowd and galloped back to the palace, passing through four gates, the lights on both sides were almost blown out by the wind he brought. When it came to Wumingju, he threw Ma Yi into the hall, and found Rong Luoyun in the study.
Rong Luoyun was wearing a middle coat, holding a book and reading carefully, and he knew who was in such a hurry without raising his eyes. Lu Zhun wiped off his sweat: "Second brother, why did you leave without eating?" He was a little nervous, not daring to get close to him across the table, "Is it because the flowing water table I made is not good?"
Rong Luoyun said: "The running water seats are very good, so good that there are not even seats." There were no empty seats upstairs or downstairs, even the narrow and hot stairs would collide with people.
Tall and big, like a wall, not for eating, just to see if he has a green face and fangs.
"Second brother?" Lu Zhun called him.
Rong Luoyun came back to his senses, and rubbed the scroll with his fingertips, feeling tired and lazy. "Right now, the news is spreading everywhere, and we don't need to accompany the banquet after that," he said. After all, they recruited subordinates, so they didn't need to fight together.
Lu Zhun nodded, and walked around the table to accompany the other party, like a puppy pleasing its master. The other party praised him a few times, his heart sank, and he returned to the Tibetan Golden Pavilion after the cloudy weather turned sunny.
Rong Luoyun bowed his head to read, this volume was difficult and obscure, it would be difficult to resume even if the boy interrupted it. I simply stopped reading and went back to my bedroom. The changed robes were thrown on the bed, and the lost and recovered veils were hidden between the layers. He picked it up and smelled it, and the scent of cumin turned into acacia, and the smell of milk became that of pomelo leaves.
He slowly recalled that the handkerchief was thrown when he was staying at Chaomulou, and it was thrown outside the building, indicating that the person happened to pass by that night. Either they empty their purses and leave in frustration, or they go to the gentle village to find a girl, all because of love affairs.
It's just that there is still a shortage of handkerchiefs for lingering in Fengyuechang? Judging by that man's handsome appearance, he might even have his bellyband taken away.
Rong Luoyun folded the handkerchief and placed it beside the pillow, the smell of pomelo leaves gradually collided with the smell in the incense burner. Tired, he got up to hold a cup of tea, and extinguished the incense curling from the stove.
The running water mat in Bufan Palace had been set up for five full days, crowds of people came and went, from the south to the north of the city, no one knew that the martial arts competition was about to start. Even if he is deaf, he will see that the martial arts arena has been set up at the foot of Lengsang Mountain, and he is waiting for you to sing and then I will appear on the stage.
In the room at the inn, Du Zheng was cutting and grinding paper at the table, readying each one, and handing over a pen for Huo Linfeng to write a letter from home. Bai Xuancheng had a layer of candlelight, yellowish, and Huo Linfeng stared at it, unable to write. "Father, mother, eldest brother." After a long time, he called his close relatives again, and then broke the chapter.
Du Zheng stood by and waited on him, and asked sadly: "Master, are you really going to lie to Master Hou?"
The martial arts tournament is a golden opportunity, the bounty is just a joke, the most important thing is that if you win, you can become a first-class disciple. Uncommon Palace is essentially a Jianghu sect, but it is definitely not the work of an ordinary sect to investigate the movements of the court and get news as far as Chang'an.
If the Extraordinary Palace is compared to a tree, and Huo Linfeng enters the mansion to receive soldiers and puts it in front of the light, then what can be seen is the canopy of the Extraordinary Palace. But he wanted to get closer, whether it was diving or hiding, he wanted to touch the roots of the tree.
To completely eradicate the tree, only uprooting will work.
He breathed a sigh of relief, dipped his ink and wrote: "I miss my hometown, but it's far away, and I haven't seen each other for several months..." On the way to Xiganling, he was ambushed by grass bandits, and twenty guards were killed south of the Changhe River. I am also sad, the disease does not heal, and I stay in the mountains without moving forward. I hope to set off as soon as possible, and take the troops into the mansion, so as not to disgrace the emperor's fate.
This reason is to prevaricate the imperial court, and the family letters must be of the same caliber, so we have to keep it a secret. Du Zheng asked again: "Master, is this appropriate?"
Huo Linfeng put down his pen: "The emperor doesn't care about my life or death, and it doesn't matter where I am except Saibei." These words couldn't hide his resentment, not only did he have resentment in his heart, but it also had a lot of weight in it. He first entered the battlefield at the age of thirteen, and it has been ten years since then, and a decree has turned the ten-year struggle into the old days.
He thought sarcastically, maybe it would be happier to be a big disciple in the den of the wicked than to be a general in Dayong.
A bowl of thick white glutinous rice balls sticks after a little rubbing, no matter how difficult it is to tear apart. Huo Linfeng pressed the letter for a long time, and at the end, he took it back before it was bound, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink again, and wrote a thick sentence: "I sleep and I think, and I can't let it go. I once folded a branch of magnolia and planted it beside the pavilion. I wish the magnolia When the trees and flowers bloom, we can get together."
Du Zheng's eyes were sore and swollen, how could they be reunited, it was just to give each other some hope. He peeked at Huo Linfeng, who had a calm expression and slightly frowned his sword eyebrows. "Master, let's rest," he said. Wrapped in a quilt and put down the tent, no one can see you, so you can think about your loved ones well.
Huo Linfeng obediently undressed and went to bed, facing the inside, but there was no caring person who could listen to his complaints. It's dark when he opens his eyes, and it's also dark when he closes his eyes. When this messy long night is over, he will take a different road if he is unwilling to give up both.
The moon is the moon of the hometown, and the tips are new everywhere, and the hanging tips are a little bit lower, and it is all dark and bright in the world.
When Huo Linfeng woke up, it was still early, it was overcast, and the sky was cloudy and crowded with people in the city, as if to set off today's martial arts competition. The foot of Lengsang Mountain was full of people. The martial arts platform had four pillars wrapped with colorful scarves, and the tiger's head was entrenched.
The dark clouds were churning, it was overcast, and the cold wind blew the corners like life and death.
Huo Linfeng sat in the crowded crowd with his elbows folded, inspected his internal strength, inspected his weapons, and took a peek at the opponents around him. Faintly noticed that there was another group of people hiding in this crowd, eager to try their best, with a lingering murderous intent.
I'm afraid the competition has not yet started, so we must seek revenge first.
"Hey, here we come!" Someone exclaimed at this time, "The people from the extraordinary palace are here!"
Huo Linfeng looked south, Duan Huaike took the lead, and everyone followed behind. A part of the robe was lightly raised, it was Rong Luoyun who was blocked by Duan Huaike, who was looming. As he approached, Rong Luoyun's blue clothes were wrapped in misty rain, his hair was tied, and a dangling ponytail hung down.
Today's martial arts competition is for the sake of the big disciples of Bufan Palace, they will sign the certificate of life and death when they step on the stage, and they will be promoted to the next round if they win three people. Diao Yuliang started the game by beating the drums. Tiny raindrops flew off the drums, and two people came on stage before the sound stopped.
After the competition started, Huo Linfeng retreated to a corner to the south, and jumped onto a tree trunk to watch the show.
The two heroes fight, the outcome is hard to tell, and it took a long time to get the result. More than a dozen people came onto the stage one after another, their fighting spirit was flat, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Huo Linfeng's eyes moved to the drumming platform, the blue clothes lowered his head, the cold wind was blowing his sleeves, and his hands were holding something in the complicated sleeves, so he couldn't see clearly.
It looks like a stubborn student in a private school, who doesn't study papers and ignores his master, just secretly having fun by himself.
Rong Luoyun didn't know that someone was spying on him, and the first day of the competition was uneven, so there were no surprises. It just so happened that Rong Duanyu asked him to untie the Nine Rings, so he brought him to play with, and now he has untied the Seventh Ring.
All of a sudden, the two people who were competing with each other pointed their swords at the drum platform, and they all fired at once.
He lowered his eyes, his thin eyelids were covered with drizzle, and when the sharp sword stabbed at him, he still focused on untying the ring. The accident happened suddenly, Lu Zhun's scimitar brushed the sword, and as they fought, the vengeance seekers lurking in the audience attacked one after another.
With the sound of jingling rings, Rong Luoyun unfastened the eighth ring, the cold rain blew on his face and suddenly felt hot, and he didn't know whose blood was splashing around him. He was haunted by sorrow and hatred, but he sat in a chair like a quiet cloud. It was too late and then quickly, fingers flew to untie the ninth ring, but was pierced by a long sword, and the ring was broken into pieces.
Rong Luoyun suddenly lost his composure, and suddenly raised his eyes, the peach blossoms in his eyes flowed with the water, leaving only a murderous intent. Pulling out his sword for his life, he saw that the man jumped off the drum platform, and the rain that fell instantly poured down.
A silvery-white flash under the thick green mountain, more than a dozen people were split apart, and after the piercing screams, a bloody gully was left on the martial arts platform. Everything was silent, Rong Luoyun's green shirt looked like vermilion, and he clenched his hands, the palms of which were broken jade scum.
Huo Linfeng's eyes could not be moved, the first time he saw flying like a banished fairy, the corridor was glimpsed like a dream, and the narrow wooden ladder collided before he heard the sound. The three faces with Rong Luoyun are all unusual, and this fourth face may be Rong Luoyun's true face.
There were corpses scattered all over the place, and no one dared to do it again.
The drum sounded again, and Rong Luoyun flew back to beat the drum platform lightly, his face was stained with blood and rain, he didn't know how to wipe it, and his shirt was soaked without twisting it, and he still lowered his head to take care of the handful of broken jade.
Came from the stage: "Concession."
He felt familiar, and quickly stopped with a sweep of the end of his eyes, staying on Huo Linfeng's body. It was the man I met that day at the running water banquet, who picked up and lost his handkerchief. Suddenly, the man stood upright in the rain, raised his head, looked straight with his sharp eyes, and then stared straight into his eyes.
Across the misty misty rain, thank you misty misty rain, otherwise they would really look at each other and remind people of the embarrassment of the collision.
When the competition started, Rong Luoyun realized that the other person was Tangshan Xiao Yuanzun. Facing Fu Chen with his bare hands, he was trying to guess how the man's martial arts would be, but on the stage the winner was decided within ten moves.
Huo Linfeng easily defeated the three of them in a row, as if he was born out of nowhere, causing everyone to be at a loss.
But he didn't want to stay any longer, he got on his horse and took the reins back to recharge his batteries like a tantalizing appetite. "Drive!" He ran for a while, and suddenly pulled the rein tightly and turned back. Many people looked at him with curiosity in their eyes.
A general who has been galloping on the battlefield for ten years is definitely different from the generals in the Jianghu. The demeanor of riding a horse alone is already fascinating. Everyone didn't know what he was looking at or waiting for. He looked at the drumming platform from a distance and smiled faintly.
Rong Luoyun didn't know what he meant, and he wasn't sure if he was looking at him. At this time, I only heard the other party shout: "Reckless and aggressive, I have been ashamed for many days. I apologize for the heavy rain, and I hope you will be happy."
He suddenly remembered that the other party had said at the time that they would apologize to him after winning the first place... So that's how it was.
People around were suspicious, so Lu Zhun asked randomly: "Who is he talking to? Second brother, do you know?"
Rong Luoyun whispered: "How would I know?"
The horseshoe walked away in the rain, and Huo Linfeng was far away.
He didn't intend to enter the south of the Yangtze River, looked up at the sky, but saw the north wind was dying.