That life-quenching palm was extremely vicious, and the palm prints it left behind were truly terrifying.
It was dark red and almost purple, with a layer of swollen and raised layers, covered with dense blood streaks, which burned on Rong Luoyun's white skin, which was particularly dazzling. Huo Linfeng's palms were attached to both sides of the palm print, and streams of heat and energy were sent into the body to fight against the severe pain in his body.
Rong Luoyun sat cross-legged, precariously leaning back, the end of her hair scratching the back of his hand.
To distract himself from the pain, he forced himself to think of something else.
If Huo Linfeng hadn't come to look for him, what would he be like now? If it's good, they will be picked out of their eyes and run away; if it's bad, it's just like what Chen Mian said, there is no place to die.
He thought again, Huo Linfeng was taking a rest, how could he come to rescue him? It seems that I mentioned it when I picked up the steps, and the other party heard what my sister said in Chaomulou. Thinking of this, he turned his face and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to Chaomu Tower to find your heart?"
Huo Linfeng was concentrating on it, but now he was taken aback. "Ah, yes..." He thought hard, what was the name of his darling, but he lied when he failed to think, "It's been a long time since I haven't seen my darling, so I miss it."
When Rong Luoyun heard the words, he secretly said that he sent a fan to express his heartfelt heart, that he ruined the beauty of the other party's beautiful day.
Huo Linfeng pressed against the back of the shoulder, the skin under his palm turned from cold to hot, and he began to sweat. It was unknown whose it was. You time has passed, the sun has set, the tired birds have not returned to their nests, and there is only silence in the mountains.
He was afraid that Rong Luoyun would chat with him about Fengyue again, so he preemptively said: "Palace Master, close your eyes and sleep."
Rong Luoyun closed her eyes obediently, and bowed her shoulders when she couldn't curl up. When she was drowsy, she suddenly felt a hot feeling in her back. He suddenly woke up, the palm print on the back of his heart was very hot, like burning charcoal, and he felt hot liquid gushing out.
Huo Linfeng said: "Don't be afraid, you'll be happy if you force out the bruise."
It was really hard to bear, Rong Luoyun bit her lower lip tightly to hold back her moaning, the hot blood in her back flowed down her spine, to her waist, and wet the only panties on her body. He was in pain and embarrassment, afraid of being ridiculed later, he took the initiative to confess: "Du Zhong, my pants are wet."
There was a dead silence, and he guessed that the other party was laughing at him.
Unexpectedly, Huo Linfeng hesitated for a while: "... why don't you tell me to wash it?"
Wiping the table and sweeping the floor is acceptable, and making the bed can be tolerated, but washing clothes is the job of the clothes-sweeping woman, and he will not do it even if he dies. There was a dead silence in the room again, Rong Luoyun was at a loss and didn't answer, and felt that there were footsteps approaching outside.
It's a group, rustling quickly, but each foot is very light.
"Eucommia?" Rong Luoyun hurriedly called the other party.
"Hush." Huo Linfeng had also heard it. The two kept silent and held their breath, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer to the outside of the monastery, even heavy breathing could be heard. Hulala was admitted to the hospital, pacing around outside the house in a mess, and suddenly, the door was knocked.
More than a dozen mouths opened their mouths in unison: "Woof! Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"
Huo Linfeng couldn't help cursing: "Damn it..." It turned out to be a pack of wild dogs.
On weekdays, there was no one in the Buddhist monastery, and the wild dogs in the mountains came to sleep at night, and now they smelled people and barked non-stop. After the absurdity, the group of dogs accompanied the outside of the house, passing through the time of Xu and arriving at the time of Hai.
For four full hours, Huo Linfeng continued to help Rong Luoyun heal and relieve pain.
From Youshi to Choushi, it seemed that he had returned something to the other party.
After closing his palms, Huo Linfeng went down to the kang and lit a short candle, and when the dim light came on, there was another dog barking outside the house. Rong Luoyun lay down on the kang, and said viciously: "Du Zhong, don't make noise."
Huo Linfeng's handsome face sank, and he walked back to the bed, full of cruel words but unable to vent. In front of him was the old kang and old mattress, and the blood-stained green shirt and blue robe were spread out in a mess. Rong Luoyun was pressing down on the snow-white inner garment, panting from the pain, but looked up at him with his face up.
This is a weak and sick cat, no wonder he is called a ferocious dog.
Sitting on the edge of the kang, he wiped the blood on Rong Luoyun's back. It was not serious, but two butterfly-shaped blades were stained. Rong Luoyun cried out in pain: "Be gentle, you hurt me."
It's really Jingui, he snorted coldly, but his hands were light. Rubbing it to the waist was even worse, itching so much that Rong Luoyun twisted his buttocks. He looked away and said stiffly, "Give me your hand."
Rong Luoyun had no feeling in his left arm, so he couldn't give it out, so he had to turn around to get closer to him. At this moment, the ponytail on the back of his head suddenly loosened, and fell down, covering his chest and back.
He sniffed and asked, "Can you wash my hair tomorrow?"
Huo Linfeng didn't want to work: "It's not dirty, it smells good."
Rong Luoyun said: "I'll give you a monthly payment after returning to the palace."
Huo Linfeng teased: "Money is something outside of the body."
Rong Luoyun was helpless, sighed and lowered his eyes, compromised and said: "Bandage it, I'm fine." The shoulder was wrapped in a big hand, and he stroked it vigorously along the arm to make sure that the muscles and bones were not broken. After Huo Linfeng bound his hands, he whispered, "If your hands are not hurt, then I don't need to bother you. In fact, I want to clean my face and hair, but it's useless."
This pitiful attitude was very irritating, whether it was fake or real, it made Huo Linfeng admit defeat. "I'll wash it for you tomorrow, and you don't need to raise the moon silver." He helped Rong Luoyun lie down, covered the quilt, "Palace Master, go to sleep."
Rong Luoyun asked, "What about you?"
Huo Linfeng pulled the futon and sat on the ground, leaning on the kang.
Rong Luoyun pondered for a moment, squirmed closer, covered half of the quilt for himself, and hung half for the other party. He was physically and mentally exhausted, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and after he fell asleep, Huo Linfeng wrapped the quilt for him again.
In wars in the past, there was no hot charcoal in the tent during the severe cold, and the armor never left the body during the scorching heat.
Huo Linfeng hugged his elbows and fell asleep, this hard work was nothing to worry about.
The two were extremely tired, one was seriously injured and needed to recuperate, and the other had lost his vitality due to the loss of internal strength. At dawn, the wild dogs returned to the mountain in groups to play, but they were still sleeping peacefully.
After a long time, the quilt on the kang collapsed, and Rong Luoyun stretched out a leg.
Suddenly exposed to the cold air, he opened his eyes suspiciously, square table, rough pottery bowl, broken window... This is not an anonymous residence, but a Buddhist monastery on the top of the mountain. With his head bowed, broad shoulders, neck trimmed, and thick black hair, it was Huo Linfeng who was sleeping on the kang.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and Huo Linfeng woke up.
The little monk sent two monk clothes for a change of clothes and a scripture book to pass the time. Huo Linfeng thanked him, stretched his waist and went back to the house, Gudong sat on the edge of the kang again.
After calculating that it had been three hours, he suddenly turned his face: "Palace Master—"
Choking for a moment, he was very close to the other party. Rong Luoyun's eyes trembled, and he could almost see himself in the other person's eyes. He was obviously lying on the edge of the kang, but he seemed to be lying on his shoulders.
The eyelashes are distinct, the lips are pale due to weakness, he looks at him, and he looks at him.
Rong Luoyun quietly grabbed the corner of the quilt, and asked embarrassingly, "What's the matter?"
Huo Linfeng came back to his senses: "It's been three hours since yesterday's healing, let me check my pulse."
He stood up and held Rong Luoyun's shoulders, laying her down flat, leaning over to cover her, and reaching into the warm bed with his hands. Then he touched Rong Luoyun's heart, covering his palms together, the thick calluses crushing his skin.
The ups and downs became stronger and faster, and Rong Luoyun spread his hands beside his ears, as if he could hear "plop plop".
Huo Linfeng pressed his palm lightly, and his fingertips brushed against his fingertips until they protruded. Looking up at the other party, he asked casually but badly: "Where did you hit, huh?"
Rong Luoyun's whole body was stiff, and his warm and rough hands were like a branding iron, which made his flesh tense. He turned his head and stared at the gray wall, his heart was hot, and his face flushed.
After exploring, Huo Linfeng withdrew his hand, the serious problem has been eliminated, and it will take some time to recover. He Shi Shiran turned around and left, carrying a bucket to fetch water from the old spring behind the monastery, he promised yesterday that he would wash and wash his hair.
Once she accepts the job of a maid, she can do it with ease.
Huo Linfeng boiled hot water and brought it into the house, soaked the cloth towel, and put a small stool beside the bucket. Rong Luoyun struggled to get off the kang, waited for others to leave, took off his underwear, squatted by the basin and scooped up water to scrub.
Only use the right hand, slowly.
Huo Linfeng stood with his back outside the door, the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept blowing, he wanted to be quiet, but the sound of water dripping inside was not allowed.
The green trees in the courtyard have fallen seventeen leaves, and the birds have left and fallen branches six times. When the west wind comes, the idle clouds go east. He observed all directions and recorded the trivial things around him. When the eighteenth leaf fell, the sound of water in the house stopped.
The rustling of clothes was more annoying than the sound of water.
He shouldn't have turned his face away, but he did, looking at the mottled courtyard wall. It's time to stop, but I turn around and look at the moss in the corner. The lowered eyes twisted again, the waist turned accordingly, and the eyes were raised to peep through the broken window.
In the natural sunlight, the back of a section of jade is slightly arched, and the palm print on it is a little lighter, covered by black silk. Rong Luoyun was wearing dark blue monk trousers, and was struggling to put on the gray-blue monk robe, one shoulder was shaking.
After a while, he shouted helplessly, "Du Zhong, are you there?"
Huo Linfeng could see clearly, but pretended to be stupid: "What's the matter with the Palace Master?"
Rong Luoyun was embarrassed and asked for help: "Come and help me."
Huo Linfeng pushed the door open and walked around in front of the opponent, holding his left wrist with one hand and pinching his empty sleeve with the other. Put on the lapel, bow your head to tie it, put your hands around your waist, and lift up the monk's trousers around his waist.
He stretched out two cloth socks and pointed to Kang Yan'er silently.
Rong Luoyun sat down with his legs down, Huo Linfeng squatted halfway to support his heels, and put the cloth socks on. He lowered his head and looked down at the other party, the fading redness on his face flared up, making him dizzy.
There were even more dizzy ones, Huo Linfeng stood up and reached out, and gave him his palm.
He turned to look up: "What are you doing..."
Huo Linfeng said, "Hand."
Rong Luo was covered in clouds and mist, his face was flushed, like a boiled medicine pot, maybe he would babble when he opened his mouth. He stretched out his hand to be supported, walked slowly outside, stepped over the threshold and walked into the courtyard.
There was a pot of hot water and two small stools in the yard, and Huo Linfeng wanted to wash his hair for him.
I don't know how many leaves fell, the birds kept coming and going, Rong Luoyun curled up with his legs and his black hair hanging down. The hot water poured into his mind, and his whole body was numb and crispy. His medicine pot was smoking with the hot water.
Huo Linfeng held the ladle in his left hand, and rubbed his wet head with his right hand. This black hair brushed against his face, and now he felt it when he held it in his hands, it was soft and slippery, like a strand of silk.
After washing, Rong Luoyun wrapped a cloth towel to soak up water, and had nothing to say: "Can you comb your hair?"
Huo Linfeng was wiping his hands: "Palace Master, don't push yourself too hard."
The little monk who delivered the monk's robe came again, panting and brought two bowls of vegetarian food. He hadn't seen three thousand threads of trouble for a long time, so he volunteered to tie Rong Luoyun into a bun, which is how all lay disciples do it.
As soon as the little monk left, Huo Linfeng picked up the vegetarian meal, hesitating whether to feed this "one-armed hero". Rong Luoyun stared at the bowl, green vegetables, tofu, and oil, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Du Zhong, I want to eat some meat."
Huo Linfeng was so worried, he didn't think the kind of princesses in Chang'an Palace were so difficult to serve. The key is to ask the other party to make such a hook, and the glutton will move, and he also wants to chew some meat.
An hour later, smoke billowed from the chimney.
The monastery is quiet, Rong Luoyun silently read scriptures and begged the Bodhisattva for forgiveness, Huo Linfeng brought game from the back mountain and cooked it in front of the stove. When the skin was burnt and the meat was cooked, the two closed the door and windows and hid in the small kitchen to steal food.
They sat opposite each other on the small stools, each holding a roasted rabbit leg, chewing until his mouth was full of oil.
Rong Luoyun held the meat in his right hand, his left hand was disabled, and his thin lips were covered with grease. He swallowed to forget his pain and sorrow, muttered and muttered happily, and suddenly a drop of clear oil flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his chin wobbled.
At this time, Huo Linfeng raised his eyes, looked over slightly, and stretched out his hand. Resting the small face in the palm, he pointed it as a towel, wiped the delicate skin and tender flesh with his fingertips, and scratched the drop of clear oil.
Withdrawing his hand, with a chirp, he sucked his fingertips.
Rong Luoyun was stunned, and the beautiful scene in Chaomu Building emerged before his eyes. The guests drank the wine intentionally, and the beauty wiped it with her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. Afterwards, she pressed her lips to her cheeks and sipped it secretly.
He lowered his head in embarrassment, his brain was buzzing, and his heart was bewildered.
At a loss, he actually said "Amitabha" to the rabbit's leg.