"Eucommia?" Rong Luoyun paused, and made a sound in surprise and displeasure.
Huo Linfeng stood upright in front of the house, with the bright moon above his head and the milky white gravel under his feet. He bowed slightly to reveal the wooden barrel, and took the initiative to explain: "Palace Master, I'm here to send these red carps."
Rong Luoyun looked around, the porch, the ginkgo trees, and the second and third futons seemed to be all right. He approached slowly, glanced at Dongyu's pigeon cage from the corner of his eye, and said after a while: "From now on, when I'm not around, you are not allowed to trespass."
Huo Linfeng said: "Subordinates, please remember." After he finished speaking, his tone changed, becoming more intimate, "I watched it many times after noon, thinking that the palace lord should come back after dark, so I waited according to the rules."
Rong Luoyun asked: "If I stay overnight in Chaomu Building, will it be possible for you to wait all night?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "That's okay, I'm just worried that if the palace master stays out at night, if there is no one to rub the muscles in his legs and feet."
Blue mountains and rivers, curtained pony carriages, wet skin hugging light sleep... Rong Luoyun recalled yesterday's scene, his heart was hot, but he wanted to look coldly at Feizhen: "I live here alone, and there is no one, there is no difference."
Huo Linfeng seemed to be waiting for this sentence: "If you rub it before going to bed, you won't get cramps."
The sky was dark, and Rong Luoyun sat on the futon under the eaves with his legs crossed, like a student in a school. Huo Linfeng squatted outside, facing each other, in the same posture as when they were bandaged.
Rong Luoyun pretended to be reserved, to cover up the slightly nervous heart under his skin, and then the corner of the robe was pinched by a big hand, and he gently opened it, supporting his ankle.
Huo Linfeng took off the white silk shoes, took off the cloth socks, and rolled up the two layers of soft trouser legs. The bare feet in the palm are thin and narrow, but the toes are round, the calves are slender and slender, and the ankles and knees are obviously pink.
He asked, "Is it cold?" The other party shook his head in denial, but his toes curled up slightly.
Move the palm upwards from the ankle, the callus is thick and rough, it relieves the itching but slightly painful, rub it until the calf and stop kneading. Spreading his five fingers together to increase his strength, he made Rong Luoyun's leg red and hot, so that his foot unknowingly stepped on his knee, as if he was trying to please him.
"Eucommia." Rong Luoyun called him.
He said "hmm" without looking up.
Rong Luoyun said: "Be gentle." That's enough, stop, these prepared words piled up in his throat, groaning uncontrollably. He looks like he has never seen the world, he is greedy for the hot pain that this palm gives him, the numbness, along the meridians and bones, goes straight to his heart.
He couldn't even sit still anymore, he put his hands on the ground, leaned back, and the jade crown behind his head was crumbling. Suddenly, Huo Linfeng covered his calf with his big hand, and rubbed it hard and hard. Lost in spirit and spirit, he fell to the ground with his elbows limp.
Huo Linfeng was startled when he saw this, and couldn't help laughing.
Rong Luoyun stared blankly at the beams of the roof, and saw the lumps of dirt at the bottom of the magpie's nest. After a moment, he saw Huo Linfeng again. Huo Linfeng leaned over to cover him and gave him his hand.
He turned his face away, pressed his cheek against the floor, shivering from the cold. Without taking that hand, he got up sideways and retreated into the hall with bare legs and feet. "It's done, it's none of your business." Crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, unloading mills and killing donkeys are his virtues at the moment.
Huo Linfeng said: "Then I'll help you put the fish into the flower tank and leave."
The wooden barrel is small and small, and the few fish live in a slum and are bumpy, and they are too wilted to swim. Rong Luoyun looked around, and said shamelessly, "I don't have a tank."
Huo Linfeng laughed: "I'm going to pick up my brother tomorrow, do you want to go to Fangji together?"
Rong Luoyun thought for a while: "It's just a tank, you can buy it for me."
Huo Linfeng said: "That's fine." He lowered his head and rolled up his cuffs, and said as he rolled up, "Then I'll do what I like, and find something that depicts the joys of the boudoir. I think the palace master will like it "Juan looked up, the lights in the hall were dim, and Rong Luoyun made him blush with sarcasm.
So he asked again: "Do you want to go shopping together?"
Rong Luoyun nodded in resignation, unwilling to be outraged, like trying to catch a duck to the shelves. Huo Linfeng retired with a smile, turned around wearing stars and moon, his clothes fluttered and scattered all the way with a handsome look.
As soon as the person left, Wumingju fell silent.
The surroundings are so quiet, the world is quiet.
Rong Luoyun entered the bedroom, took off his clothes and got on the couch, twisted his body to look at his calf. It was red, mottled and full of fingerprints, and when I touched it with my hand, it was very hot, and by some coincidence, I touched my face, and it was also very hot.
No wonder it was cold when his cheek touched the floor, it turned out that his face was too hot.
Rong Luoyun lay down with a "bang", about to smash the bed out of the hole, covered the Sichuan brocade quilt, curled up into a crescent moon shape, gritted his teeth in the dark, inexplicably, and muttered inexplicably: "—Du, Zhong."
That Eucommia had reached Qianji Hall, and he was relieved when he turned into the bamboo garden.
The bamboo ladder in the building was old, and it creaked non-stop when stepping on the steps. On the second floor, Huo Linfeng plunged into the bedroom. He closed his clothes and lay down with his arms behind his head, relaxing his body inch by inch.
It was a thrilling night, if he hadn't had quick ears and quick hands, he might have been caught by Rong Luoyun. In order to cover up, he said some caring words, and in order to be realistic, he squatted under the eaves and rubbed his legs.
Huo Linfeng frowned, what he did was to cover up or please, it was not sincere after all. However, when he was actually doing it... he was never unwilling, never unwilling, and his words were teasing and even fun.
After struggling for a while, he punched the bed.
With eyes closed, all the key points came to mind, and the pigeon-footed note was written in small, jagged characters—the tiger's illness is waiting to be healed, and it cannot be expected for the time being.
Tiger, which means that he, Huo Linfeng, has not recovered from his illness, which is the same as what he said to the court. If Bufangong really had news exchanges with Chang'an, was it colluding with the ordering officer, or being a secret minion? He raised his hand and pulled down the curtain, the day will be long, let's go and distinguish.
One night passed, the ginkgo tree in the nameless residence was condensed with a layer of morning dew, and the tile-gray carrier pigeon flew out of the pigeon cage and rested its wings on the window lattice under the corridor. With one hand on the edge of the bed in the room, the slender index finger was lifted slightly, the pigeon flew to catch it, and a pair of pea eyes rolled around.
Rong Luoyun took off the note, read it for a while, no wonder Huo Linfeng still didn't show up, it turned out that the tiger entered the south of the Yangtze River and became a sick cat.
He got out of bed, took a shower and changed his clothes. He wore a narrow-sleeved uniform and tied his hair high behind his head. Refreshed, he was about to go out but saw that the pigeon hadn't returned to the basket, so he grabbed the window lattice to watch him.
He was at a loss: "It's hard work flying back overnight, let's go eat."
The pigeon hopped and didn't go away. Rong Luoyun was in a hurry to go out, opened his mouth and squinted his eyes to make a meow: "Meow!" The pigeon thought that the natural enemy was coming to catch it, so it flew away with wings.
After the third door, Huo Linfeng had already arrived, holding the steamed cakes just made by the kitchen. After eating the second one, he stared in the distance for a moment, a hundred steps away, Rong Luoyun rode a little donkey, approaching slowly, with the back of his head swinging his ponytail wantonly.
Faintly, still humming a little song.
When the other party approached him, Huo Linfeng was overjoyed: "Master, good morning." He looked at the donkey's face, and then met Rong Luoyun's, "Don't eat, do you want steamed cakes?"
Rong Luoyun nodded, he understood what this guy was laughing at, but there were so many people in the square, it was difficult to travel on a horse, so he had to ride a donkey. After Huo Linfeng laughed, he held the greased paper and asked, "Do you eat meat or vegetarian?"
Rong Luoyun said, "Eat them all."
Huo Linfeng simply offered them all: "That's all for you, I'll lead the donkey."
The two went out of the palace. On a clear day at the beginning of the day, the shadow came out faintly. One just kept his head down to eat the cakes. Fortunately, the other led the donkey and walked steadily.
Arriving at Fangji in the west of the city, the crowds are so dense that people are dazzled, Rong Luoyun walked around to watch the flowers, and simply got off his donkey to walk side by side with Huo Linfeng, chatting and walking, and stopped in front of a stall.
The peddler is an old child, and the stall is not big, but there are some handicrafts, such as silk handkerchiefs, silk hairpins, and embroidered shoes. Rong Luoyun pointed at the embroidered fan and suggested, "You can buy one for your sweetheart."
Huo Linfeng pondered, his sweetheart... May I ask who? Rong Luoyun said to himself: "I found out yesterday that Baoluo always holds a fan to cover her face, so you will surely win her favor by giving her the fan."
Huo Linfeng suddenly realized that it really worked to do what he liked secretly, and Rong Luoyun offered advice like a friend. "Thank you, Palace Master, for the reminder." He lowered his head and picked out the fan, but he was good at picking out weapons, and all these things looked the same. He couldn't help asking: "Palace Master, which one do you like?"
Rong Luoyun hesitated: "The yellow one."
Huo Linfeng pulled out the plain white fan with a peach silk handle, embroidered with a ginkgo tree. The old child said: "This handle is more expensive, and it takes a lot of work to embroider on both sides." Turning it over, the light yellow fan on the back is embroidered with a pure magnolia.
Two big men, one likes the white magnolia flowers, and the other likes the yellow leaves of the ginkgo fruit, they all moved their hearts towards this fan. Huo Linfeng bought it, wrapped it up and stuffed it into a donkey's hanging bag, and continued walking forward.
Passing by Lun Tea House, there are a lot of entertainers in the house, and the stories with rich voice and emotion flow to the street. When Huo Linfeng heard it, why did it sound so familiar? Taking a closer look, the person on the stage wrapped in a blue robe is actually Du Zheng.
He stopped, what is this idiot doing? !
Really can't blame Du Zheng, the master forgot about him once he entered the palace, so he had to find something to do. Telling stories saves effort, and he casually tells anecdotes about the north, which can make the audience happy and earn more rewards.
Rong Luoyun asked, "You know each other?"
Huo Linfeng felt ashamed: "My brother..."
They went in to drink tea and sat down by the window, Rong Luoyun stared at Du Zheng carefully. Thin shoulders, slender eyes, and a lack of Qi when opening his mouth, he is an ordinary person who does not know martial arts. He looked at Huo Linfeng again, his dantian was as calm as a green pine, and he was handsome from bone to skin.
"Your brother is not like you." He said, "It seems that one is a father and the other is a mother."
Huo Linfeng hid his guilty conscience and poured tea for Rong Luoyun. Just when Du Zheng was filming the case, the story reached its climax, and the tea guests around were crying. After listening carefully, it was about a big family in the north, and the servant and maid had a private life.
One cried: "The little servant left the house to join the army, and the little maid will marry someone else's wife."
Du Zheng lifted his robe to wipe away his tears, the servant joined the army and left, the servant girl looked forward to his return, but God failed, the young master took the servant girl back to the house, and after seven years the servant returned as a general, only things remained.
Huo Lin took a sip of hot tea, what is this idiot talking about? Turning his face away, he saw Rong Luoyun resting his chin, looking extremely serious, and sighed after the story was finished.
There was thunderous applause, Du Zheng held a small bowl to reward, and walked around to the window after completing a circle. Master! When he saw Huo Linfeng, his eyes immediately filled with water, and when he saw Rong Luoyun again, his tears flowed back.
Huo Linfeng gritted his teeth: "Brother."
Du Zheng shook: "...brother."
Rong Luoyun watched the "brotherly love" from the sidelines, and after his mouth was moistened, he remembered that he hadn't bought the vase yet, so he put down the money for tea and left. Huo Linfeng followed behind with his elbows folded, Du Zheng led the donkey, and the three of them wandered on the street.
Stopping in front of a stall, Rong Luoyun chose by himself, while the master and servant waited. Du Zheng asked in a low voice: "Master, why are you still accompanying me when you are a big disciple?"
Huo Linfeng said: "I even squeezed my shoulders and beat my legs."
Du Zheng was heartbroken, Huo Linfeng didn't bother to talk about it, and went up to accompany Rong Luoyun to choose.
A dozen pottery vats were piled up, and Rong Luoyun wanted to buy ones with plain noodles and no flowers, but the ones with plain noodles were too big. Just as he was struggling, Huo Linfeng came to the side and said softly, "What's the matter, I'll just catch a few more fish for you."
Rong Luoyun nodded, as if listening to someone's persuasion. He took off his purse to pay, and when he said it was too late, a person rushed to snatch the purse and rushed away.
"Eucommia!" He blurted out... like a child complaining.
Huo Linfeng said: "Wait." After saying that, he chased after him.
Bustling and bustling, Rong Luoyun was independent of the spring breeze, his eyes followed but did not move an inch.
The author has something to say: Xiao Rong's Mood Diary: Early spring, sunny. Eucommia gave me a big health care last night, and it hurt a little. Today Du Zhong took me to the market and met his brother. There is a big gap between his brother and him, but I am as beautiful as my sister. The song I hum is I have a little donkey and I never ride it~~~