At Xu time, the patrolling disciples changed shifts. There were fifteen people on weekdays, but today it dropped to seven.
Rong Luoyun stood on the porch lighting a lamp, and after lighting, carrying a lamp, he walked out of the Wuming residence unhurriedly. When he met the patrolling team, he took the initiative to say: "Ban Shi disperses people, be careful."
The disciple nodded and reported: "Go back to Palace Master, Senior Brother Du Zhong has made other arrangements, Palace Master don't worry."
Everyone has a timetable, from the number of teams to the number of people in each team, and from the number of shifts to the handover time, almost everything has been changed. The current team has been reduced to seven people, but it is not due to shortage of manpower, but the original team is divided into two, and the duty is more dispersed and comprehensive.
Rong Luoyun checked it carefully, returned it to the other party after reading it, and asked, "When was this list made?"
The disciple replied: "Last night, I needed to transfer people out, and Senior Brother Du Zhong arranged it all night."
There are so many disciples, and it is not only necessary to assign people to do disaster relief, but also affect the normal operation of the palace. The Huanxin watch here was lined up overnight. Rong Luoyun asked one more question: "Where is the Eucommia man?"
The disciple replied: "Brother Du Zhong worked hard all day and all night, and he is catching up on sleep in Qianji Hall."
Rong Luoyun nodded, there was nothing left to ask, and walked forward with the lamp in hand.
He acted while thinking, when he recruited masters to take the position of Xu Zheng, he only focused on martial arts and nothing else. Right now the charity is doing well, it seems that Du Zhong has the ability to lead, I don't know what will happen if he acts alone.
He affirmed it in his heart, but with a hum, he left a string of dissatisfaction in Changjie. Handsome is handsome, capable is capable, but it's too big or small, and there are too many things that go beyond the rules.
And he is used to rewarding people with sweet dates, if you ask him to beat the drums, he will show his unique skills, if you gamble with him, you will regret it, if you make him fall into the water, you will catch fish... Everything is not like what a big disciple did. Cloud's personal friend.
Walking out of the palace gate unknowingly, gradually approaching the almsgiving place, more and more victims of disasters are coming around. The Maoci soil steps that were previously unoccupied are now filled to the brim.
When Rong Luoyun arrived at the place, he lightly raised his index finger to his lips and gave a "hush", stopping the respectful greetings from his disciples.
At the foot of the mountain was a large cluster of bonfires, illuminating the dark night. He looked up, the stars and the moon were covered by thick clouds in the night sky, and it was estimated that there would be rain tomorrow.
Before closing his eyes, he heard the change first, and glanced at the gate of the barracks.
All the soldiers in the army came out, holding torches, and blasted away the victims who were resting outside the camp. Pushing and shoving were not enough, and they kicked and beat them. The formation thought they were capturing thieves and defending against the enemy. Rong Luoyun approached step by step, counted in his mouth, and walked to the wide area of Yingkou and counted to "forty-three".
"You kicked and beat forty-three people in total." He asked quietly, "What are you talking about?"
The captain said: "How can refugees be in the way of a military camp? If you want to die, go elsewhere!"
Rong Luoyun laughed: "It was crowded with people before dawn, and they came out to clear Yingkou after dark. If you can hold back like this, are you a bunch of tortoise bastards?"
The disciples of Bufan Palace have worked hard all day, and now they are tired, so the army dared to come out and make trouble. As if the captain had suffered a great humiliation, he took the lead in drawing his sword to face each other, and the victims were immediately frightened.
Rong Luoyun suppressed his smile: "My palace disciples have worked hard today, I don't want to challenge you, I want to exercise my muscles and bones."
Usually, the well water does not violate the river water, and it is difficult for soldiers to suppress bandits, and bandits ignore soldiers. It is really unexpected that the needle tip is facing the wheat awning at this moment. The captain held the saber in his hand, and the disciples of the whole camp dealt with Rong Luoyun alone. Besides, Rong Luoyun didn't hold a weapon, so even if he had a unique move, he couldn't use it.
Still in the confrontation, Rong Luoyun lost his patience first: "Stop dawdling!" He jumped up with the lamp, and was surrounded by a wave of soldiers in an instant. He circled among them, chanting moves in his mouth, and after ten moves, he had already knocked down two layers of people.
The torches danced, and some of them fell to the ground and ignited into a pile of fire. Rong Luoyun was as light as a swallow, and his clothes touched the armor, injuring nearly half of the soldiers with softness. The gauze lantern shook, the red candle inside fell over, and the lamp body suddenly turned into a ball of fire.
He used this as a weapon, and waved vigorously: "I want you to try the cloud splitting sword!"
A total of forty-three moves were made, not many points.
Everyone's expression changed, and they fled towards the deserted camp, but he turned around lightly, with a deep smile reflected in the glowing fire, and said slyly and contemptuously: "I can't help but be scared, a bunch of idiots."
He captured the captain and moved him to the campfire, intending to throw him into the flames.
Not far away, Huo Linfeng just arrived after waking up, and stood in the darkness with his elbows folded, watching Rong Luoyun frighten the captain into tears. After begging for mercy, Rong Luoyun seemed to be satisfied, he slammed him violently, and stepped on him again.
Huo Linfeng couldn't help stroking his chest, white silk shoes, thin and narrow feet, and it hurts a lot when he stepped on someone.
Rong Luoyun spat: "I don't know the heights of the sky and the depth of the earth, but I thought that when Huo Linfeng came to Xiganling, you would be able to compete with the strong soldiers of Saibei?" He lowered his eyes, looking as if he was in the fairy palace in the sky, "Don't say that Huo Linfeng hasn't come yet, it's considered coming ,snort!"
Huo Linfeng thought to himself, what does "hmph" mean
A group of birds and beasts dispersed, and Rong Luoyun's lamp was burned to the point that there were no skeletons left, so he had to throw it into the bonfire. When I raised my eyes occasionally, I saw Huo Linfeng in the shadows, vaguely, it was hard to be sure.
He wanted to shout but stopped, feeling embarrassed for no reason, and his mind was full of that bunch of lotus flowers.
Huo Linfeng strode towards him, and when he woke up, he let go of his embarrassment, and only remained calm. One step away from each other, facing each other next to the fireworks, we can clearly see each other's emotional descriptions.
They moved their ears at the same time, and heard a faint "benefactor".
The boy hugged the girl, the old man leaned on a stick, and the refugees gathered in the alley. During the day, he was looking for Rong Luoyun to thank him, but he never saw him. Now that he saw him, he saw that the "benefactor" with a bodhisattva's heart fought against the crowd with one man, and he was terrified and dared not go forward.
Rong Luoyun half turned around and stared, framing men, women and children all over the place in his eyes, and thought: "This porridge can only treat the symptoms, you should find a place to settle down as soon as possible."
Everyone understood, but the girl hugged the young man's neck tightly and cried softly: "Don't go back, you won't be able to live if you go back..."
Rong Luoyun asked: "How is the situation in Hanzhou?"
The young man replied: "People are dying of starvation every day, and the common people have to flee from their homes in order to survive."
Rong Luoyun was suspicious: "Hanzhou is rich and prosperous, and if there is a disaster, there must be a salary. At least it can support most of it?"
The young man shook his head: "To tell you the truth, there is not even a charity shed in Hanzhou City, and no water or rice." After sobbing for a while, "The food and wages are exploited layer by layer, and they have been swallowed up long ago. The government has even colluded with rich Jia to raise the price of food , how many people go bankrupt for a bowl of rice."
Rong Luoyun let out a soft "Oh" and asked, "Who is Zhizhou?"
The young man replied: "Jia Yanxi, he is the cousin of the prime minister of the current court." The figure with power in the court and the public, the young man whispered and everyone was silent, and the surroundings were suddenly quiet.
Rong Luoyun smacked and said: "The current prime minister... Chen Ruoyin." The voice was low and the words were light, and the thoughts were lingering, as if remembering an old friend. He turned around to leave, but when he passed by Huo Linfeng, he paused, then reached out and hooked him, grabbing his waistband and dragging him a few steps.
Huo Linfeng was afraid that the waist seal would scatter, and he walked to a place where no one was around, and grabbed Rong Luoyun's wrist. Rong Luoyun turned his face to look at him, then withdrew his hand and shook him: "Du Zhong, you did a good job in giving."
He nodded: "As long as the Palace Master is satisfied."
Rong Luoyun said: "But I am dissatisfied again."
Huo Linfeng stared: "Say."
Rong Luoyun withdrew his hand, his eyebrows were lowered just now, but now his eyebrows are so cold that they can frost. "I'll tell you one more thing." His voice was cold like a knife, "Let's leave at night and go to Hanzhou to investigate."
Huo Linfeng took the order and immediately returned to the Uncommon Palace to prepare. After walking seven or eight steps, Rong Luoyun called him from behind: "Du Zhong, hurry up and come back."
He said: "Never sleep and restless to rush back and forth, and return tomorrow night at Haishi."
With a good horse and a water bladder, Huo Linfeng was on the road. It was difficult to penetrate the forest late at night, he galloped northward on the flat official road, the moon moved and the stars moved, and the cold spring breeze blew all night.
The closer you are to Hanzhou, the worse the situation is, and you will face a large number of victims when you are tens of miles away. At dawn, he arrived outside the city of Hanzhou with a long cry. The city gate was open, the crowd was like walking corpses, and the second and third officials on duty were almost full of energy.
Huo Linfeng led his horse into the city, and the formerly bustling main street was in desolation, every house was closed, and the air was filled with the stench of hunger and decay. When he found the outside of the official residence, he suddenly thought that he was on the battlefield, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and the blood like puddles had dried up.
Each corpse was cut open with a single knife, and the technique was performed by one person, and this person was determined to be a master. He didn't stay long, and went to the east of the city to look for Jia Yanxi's mansion. There was a big piece of red and green tiles, and the guards were heavily guarded, and the guards were patrolling with swords.
Huo Linfeng watched from a distance for a while, and the dragon flew into the mansion invisible.
As he rushed to a courtyard, he caught sight of the two people by the lake. He was astonished and immediately gave birth to the breath lock formula, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
And three hundred li to the south, there was a night of thick clouds floating in Xiganling, and now there were two muffled thunderstorms. Rong Luoyun was locked in the study room, the rabbit shoulder purple never left his hand, and a stroke of small script fell heavily on the paper.
It was going to rain, and the disciple who came to deliver lunch was in a hurry.
When the rain started to fall, the half-closed window was blowing, Rong Luoyun paused with his pen, thinking very coldly, did Eucommia bring a coir raincoat? After continuing to write that sentence, I couldn't help but think again, the road is difficult to travel in rainy days, can I return at Haishi
It took him half a stick of incense to finish writing, put down his pen, and went to eat under the eaves after cleaning his hands. Two dishes, one bowl of soup, just watching the rain, took a long time to take a bite.
Rong Luoyun was too lazy to enter the house, so he dozed off against the beam after eating.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, dripping continuously for hours, and even the dark clouds cover the sunset, and it crosses the dusk into the night. When Rong Luoyun woke up, the food box for lunch became dinner, and it was past You Hour.
He got up and went back to the house, put on a cloak to keep out the cold, carried a lamp, and went back to sit under the eaves. An hour passed, he stepped on the gravel with an umbrella, and walked slowly to the door of Wumingju.
You hour was over, and it was Xu hour, so he hung up the small door and walked straight forward.
To Miao Cangtai, the place is empty, and I suddenly feel the rain and wind. He went to the Qiankun Bureau in the northwest corner, and quietly set up a formation to watch the game in the heavy rain, killing an hour.
It was really cold, Rong Luoyun continued walking, gradually reaching the long street. It's Haishi, should Eucommia come back? With this in mind, he walked to the third door, where it was leeward from the wind and slightly warmer.
The rain was fine in front of the lamp, he stared, stood, and waited.
After Haishi, when entering Zishi, the rain poured down from time to time, knocking the oil-paper umbrella trembling. Tick, tick, tick, fish hide under the lotus, people hide under the eaves, and he just stands behind the door blindly.
When it was ugly, Rong Luoyun almost broke the handle of the lamp.
At this time, in the gust of wind and rain, there was a distant sound of horseshoes.
Huo Linfeng returned to the foot of Lengsang Mountain and rode his horse non-stop for three hundred miles, his whole body was as cold as falling ice. "Open the door!" Arrived outside the palace shouted loudly, the outer door opened, leading the rein and rushing in, crushing a section of darkness and coldness.
The first sub-door opened again, the second, and the third door in the distance opened, and a star of warm yellow candlelight lit up in the corner.
"Huh!" He hurriedly dismounted, splashing water from his drenched clothes, and the rainwater flowed wildly down his forehead. As he strode close, he suddenly stopped, and saw that the person in the corner was Rong Luoyun.
Rong Luoyun held a lamp and an umbrella, and looked at him with a calm face.
"Palace Master." He boldly stepped forward, one step under the umbrella, "It's bitter wind and rain, be careful of catching a cold."
Rong Luoyun whispered: "Then you don't come back sooner."
Huo Linfeng stretched out his hand: "This subordinate breaks his promise and holds an umbrella to make amends."
The two walked towards the depths of the extraordinary palace. The road was long and dark, and the sound of rain covered the sound of breathing. Huo Linfeng held up an umbrella, Rong Luoyun carried a lamp, and the horses that ran all the way obediently followed behind.
A gust of wind came, and the ponytail kept swaying.
Rong Luoyun's hair brushed Huo Linfeng's wet clothes.