"Young hero, spare your life, Young hero, spare your life!" Jia Yan wailed and begged for mercy.
This Lord Zhizhou was in a terrible panic, his shoulder injury was not healed, his robe was stained with blood, his legs were broken, and his eyes turned black from the pain. He was imprisoned in the firewood room of the temple for a day, and he couldn't escape, so he put his hands together and hoped that the rescuers would come to help him.
Unexpectedly, at dusk, Huo Linfeng appeared holding a hemp rope, presumably to see him off on the road.
Huo Linfeng tied up the man and dragged him up the mountain like an animal, to interrogate him at night. Four hundred steps and some effort, Jia Yan stopped crying, wiped his face and said: "Young man, I am the cousin of the current Prime Minister, Chen Ruoyin's cousin!"
Huo Linfeng said "um", he is still the younger brother of the general in town. "Young man, young man, listen to me." Jia Yan tugged at the hem of his clothes, "As long as you let me go, not to mention money, I promise you to be an official!"
Huo Linfeng asked: "May I be an official, tell me?"
Jia Yanxi said: "Young heroes have great martial arts skills, and being a general is unyielding." There seemed to be vitality in front of him, and he held on tightly, "Buddhists dare not lie, and it will be buried in Caoze with the martial arts of young heroes. I will recommend you to the prime minister. , it will be the turn of Huo's prestige in the future?"
"Huo's surname?" Huo Linfeng raised his eyebrows.
Jia Yan said quietly, "Dingbeihou, Huomen's overthrow will happen sooner or later. Only by relying on the prime minister can we enjoy the cool."
Huo Linfeng's face suddenly sank, what a Huo family overthrow, is it the prime minister who wants to get rid of power soon, or the emperor's fear of killing? He climbed up the steps and looked into the distance. When the sun was setting, the red glow met the night, and there was only one transition from the splendor to the darkness.
He wrapped the hemp rope tightly and dragged the dog officer to continue up the mountain.
In the monastery on the top of the mountain, a lantern hung on a dwarf tree by the wall, giving off a little light. At the table in the room, Rong Luoyun was reading the scriptures. When he heard the sound, he stopped to pour a bowl of spring water, and then continued to read.
Soon, Huo Linfeng grabbed Jia Yanxi and came up, and went into the house to find water first. "Palace Master, I threw him in the courtyard." There was a ready-made bowl on the table, and he drank it with his neck up, "This guy is so heavy, I don't feel tired when I carry you, I'm exhausted by dragging him."
Rong Luoyun remained silent, turned the pages of the book and raised his eyes, seeing that the other party was sweating profusely.
Huo Linfeng suddenly asked: "Palace Master, how do you want to interrogate him?"
Rong Luoyun groaned and didn't answer, the interrogation found the crime, and it was impossible to escape the word "punishment", but if there was any movement in the Buddhist Pure Land, it might disturb the disciples at the foot of the mountain. Seeing him hesitate, Huo Linfeng took away his scriptures and blew out the red candle.
It was pitch black all around, and before Rong Luoyun could ask, his left hand was held. Gently, afraid of hurting his wound, she pulled him up and helped him walk slowly, gradually moving to the back of the door.
Huo Linfeng closed the door tightly, and the world was dim, making the courtyard quite bright. He raised his arms to wrap around Rong Luoyun's back, moved him a little bit in front of him, half surrounded him, and said in a low voice, "Palace Master, look outside."
Peeping through the dilapidated hole, you can have a panoramic view of the courtyard, the wind blows the lanterns and shakes, the birds are in the forest, and Jia Yanxi, who is disturbing the scenery, sits paralyzed on the ground, looking at this side with mischievous eyebrows.
The sky was smeared with black ink, and the familiar footsteps came quietly.
The wild dogs returned home, mighty and mighty, some panting with their tongues out, and some with hares and pheasants in their mouths.
They flocked to the outside of the Zen courtyard, and when they saw the bright light, they immediately barked deafeningly. More than a dozen black-brown wild dogs rushed in wildly, swooping at people's height, arching their backs and baring their teeth and showing their sharp claws.
Jia Yan's eyes were about to burst, and he shook his head in shock. Not to mention Jia Yanxi, even if Rong Luoyun watched through the window, he would inevitably shudder.
Huo Linfeng noticed the embarrassment, so he pulled his arms tighter, and teased him in spite of being sarcastic: "I heard that the palace master used to teach bobcats a lesson, so why are you afraid of wild dogs?"
Rong Luoyun said: "Xu Yin is injured, so he is not as fearless as usual."
Huo Linfeng said: "It's okay, I'm here."
Just such a sentence "I am here", like throwing a stone into water, just plucked a string with his fingers, disturbing the peace of Rong Luoyun's heart. He counted the past two days, Huo Linfeng rescued him from danger, wounded himself to heal his wounds, finished his hero work, dressed him, washed his hair, cooked his meat, and even did trivial tasks.
The great disciples of the Uncommon Palace, new and old, dead and still alive, have no one to stand shoulder to shoulder with. He wandered in thought for a while, then turned his face and asked: "Du Zhong, why did you—" His eyelids became hot, and he covered his face with his big hands.
Heart-piercing screams sounded outside the house, and a group of dogs besieged Jia Yanxi, wanting to eat a big meal alive.
Huo Linfeng suddenly felt that he was ridiculous, and the other party was killing people like hemp, so he covered his eyes and did what. Putting down his hand, the hole penetrated the light and hit those eyes, staring at him, there was a trace of sadness in it.
Rong Luoyun guessed it, and asked him: "Do you think I'm bad?"
He asked back: "What does the Palace Master think?"
Being a murderer is definitely not a good person, and Rong Luoyun has never pursued being a good person. But at this moment, he pursed his lips, trying to whitewash the peace and deceive others and himself. "I think..." he gritted his teeth in a low voice, "it's okay."
But the man ignored him, seized the opportunity to break through the door, drove the vicious dog away, and carried the dog officer away. The open door poured in a breeze, and he was awake for a moment, swallowing the inappropriate gibberish.
Re-light the candles and interrogate Jia Yan at night.
A group of dogs scrambled outside the door, Jia Yan lay down on the ground and shivered, weeping until he was in tears. Huo Linfeng said: "It's late at night, don't delay, if you don't explain clearly, I will throw you out and give the dog brothers a supper."
Jia Yan nodded his head like a pounding garlic, digging out his heart and not daring to lie.
The first one is the famine in Hanzhou. When the disaster started, nothing was done. When the disaster worsened, food and salaries were seized, and the disaster was used to extract blood and make a fortune. Rong Luoyun dipped his pen into the ink and wrote a statement of guilt. Like an old hand, he didn't ask about the amount of money he had collected or where the money went, but asked directly, "Where are the account books?"
Jia Yan was taken aback for a moment, unable to fool him, so he hesitated. Rong Luoyun was impatient, picked up the porcelain bowl and slammed it hard on Jia Yanxi's wound. Squeaking and crying, tearing all over the place, that guy is more sad than the mourning of a filial son.
On the other side of the table, Huo Linfeng said softly, "That's my drinking bowl..."
The tone contained complaints, Rong Luoyun pushed the other lamp, coaxing in a low voice: "Use mine first."
Obviously in the interrogation, you pushed and pulled over a broken porcelain bowl, and the candlelight crackled so pretentiously in protest, the prisoner looked at him strangely, and even the wild dogs outside were so upset that they scattered.
Jia Yan's crying gradually stopped, and he resigned to his fate: "There is a hidden compartment on the underwater floor of the Huxin Building, and the account books are hidden in it." Except for these, all the evil things he did in the two years of serving as an official have been explained.
However, there was no mention of Chen Ruoyin, and he didn't have the guts to mention his family.
Rong Luoyun couldn't write a single word, and it was too difficult to write a complete book. After the trial, Huo Linfeng showed Jia Yanxi the indictment, ordered him to sign it, and then threw him into the small kitchen and locked him up.
The interrogation and confession should be done by the government, if Rong Luoyun came here to avenge his personal revenge, why did he still deal with it? Huo Linfeng thought secretly and returned to the house. By the kang, Rong Luoyun leaned over to make the bed, struggling with his right hand.
He went over to replace it, and found that the mattress had changed from vertical to horizontal, reaching as wide as the wall, so he asked, "Why are you laying it like this?"
Rong Luoyun replied: "This is enough for two people to sleep." He played with the pillow and kicked the futon under his feet aside, "Since there is enough space, you saved my life and allow you to go to the kang."
Huo Linfeng's eyes are even clearer, such a hard-to-serve person is willing to sleep with him, and it will not waste him as a horse. He had no restraint, he didn't relax and lie down for a long time, he immediately took off his coat and put on the kang, sighed comfortably, and even rolled.
Gu Lu returned to his original position, and found that Rong Luoyun was still standing there, looking condescending.
Huo Linfeng patted the Kang: "Palace Master, come up."
Rong Luoyun took off his shoes and got on the kang, stepped over the man, turned over inside and lay down. He was lying inwards away from each other, far away, far away, against the wall, and the musty smell on the wall made him uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, Huo Linfeng was annoying: "Palace Master, are you facing the wall?"
Rong Luoyun turned around violently, his heart and lungs throbbing, and he couldn't help curling up into a ball. Huo Linfeng immediately leaned over to look at him, put his big hand on his chest to relieve the pain, buzzing, he thought of the scene of probing his heart pulse, and suddenly he was ashamed and annoyed, and cursed in a rare way: "Don't touch me!"
Huo Linfeng supported his body: "I'm just comforting your pain. Why didn't you say it when you healed your wound yesterday and touched your back?"
Disciple and palace master talk back, rebellion won't work? Rong Luoyun was weak and weak, relying entirely on his eyes to create momentum: "My lord, I beg you to heal your wounds? Have you begged?" Pear blossom needles shot out from the peach blossom eyes, "If I remember correctly, don't you?"
Huo Linfeng said: "So what if you don't have one, now you are filled with my true energy and want to play tricks?" His young master's temper and general prestige all came running, "Did you ask for clothes? Did you ask for hair? Even It was you who proposed me to go to your kang." He snorted coldly, "It turns out that the palace master not only likes to rape first and then kill, but also likes to cross rivers and destroy bridges."
Rong Luoyun was so angry that he grabbed the pillow and hit someone, unable to exert any strength, he waved it softly twice. Huo Linfeng grabbed his forearm violently, his anger turned into surprise: "This hand can move?!"
He froze for a moment, he used his left hand, and he regained some feeling in the palm of his hand. Huo Linfeng supported his wrist, pinched his fingers, hooked his little finger when he pinched it, and told him to try to curl up.
He was in a bit of pain, but managed to hold back the pain.
The two fingers are in a hooked state, like a child pulling a hook to make a promise. Huo Linfeng pulled gently, and said softly: "Pull the hook and hang yourself..." He raised his eyes and looked at Rong Luoyun, as if they had never confronted each other, "Palace Master, don't take risks alone anymore."
It's obviously hooked by the hand, but it seems to be hooked by the heart. Rong Luoyun asked: "If I am in danger again, will you still save me?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "I've been rescued but I've been hated. I'm not a bitch."
Rong Luoyun opened his mouth: "Those are angry words, although... I don't know why I am angry." He turned his face to look at the gray wall, and the musty smell woke him up, "I am grateful to you."
Sometimes cold and sometimes hot, sometimes shy and sometimes fierce, like a beautiful lunatic.
The hooked little finger twitched, Huo Linfeng finished the little rumor, pulled the hook and hanged himself, not allowed to change for a hundred years.
He tucked the quilt up for Rong Luoyun, lay down on his back with an arm's length away, a little tired, and closed his eyes with a breath. Rong Luoyun kept his dark pupils open. He promised that he would no longer be alone in danger, so what about the other party
"Eucommia?" he called, "What do you promise?"
Everything seemed unreal to him. The other party climbed four hundred steps behind his back, wiped off the oil droplets from his jaw, covered his eyes when the dog went mad, quarreled with him, and pulled hooks with him, all were so unreal.
He hoped it was true, so he said earnestly, "Don't lie to me, will you?"
Huo Linfeng opened his eyes suddenly.
His name is all fake, and his origin, background, and purpose are all deceptions from the very beginning.
He pretended to be asleep and didn't answer, because this time he didn't want to lie to Rong Luoyun.
The author has something to say: Xiaorong Mood Diary 2: Spring, with wind. Because of healing, I gently squeezed Eucommia dry, and allowed him to rest for half a month after returning. I ate roasted rabbit today, it was delicious, but... the oil was a bit too much. Also, I didn't read that scripture, I just held it to put on a show. Don't blame the Buddha, I was wrong.