The sword was deep and heavy, and the wound was bleeding profusely. Soon, Huo Linfeng's right arm lost feeling, and the right arm around Rong Luoyun slid down inch by inch.
He trembled in pain: "I can't hold you anymore."
The two bodies were pressed against each other, the thin cloth was soaked in hot blood, and a strong smell of blood filled the nostrils. Rong Luoyun's limbs were stiff, he didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to push, so he ordered in a low voice: "Let me go."
Huo Linfeng turned a deaf ear to it, his right arm was hanging down, and he used his left arm to hold it with all his strength. The palms were restless, pressing Rong Luoyun's waistband gradually upwards, stroking the slightly convex spine through the clothes, from the back to the shoulders, until the slender back of the neck.
He kneaded and squeezed, making a low cry like a trapped animal.
With thin lips attached to the sideburns, the low and hoarse voice slipped into the ears, and Rong Luoyun was only absent-minded for a moment. Du Zhong used to tease him like this, with hands and mouth, teasing him with love.
"Eucommia..." He pushed Huo Linfeng away forcefully, and Xu Xu said, "You're not, you're not."
This sentence was more cruel than that sword. Huo Linfeng's face was very pale, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead: "Eucommia is me, and I am me right now."
Rong Luoyun's eyes were red, and she couldn't stop crying when she drooped her eyes. He couldn't help thinking, is this gesture of begging for peace and forgiveness still for the purpose of investigation? Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of this hurtful bastard.
He can't believe it anymore, and he won't be fooled again.
Picking up the sword, Rong Luoyun stepped back and said: "I don't want the handkerchief anymore, whether to throw it away or keep it, General Huo can decide for himself." After speaking, he turned and ran out of the camp, and disappeared in a single leap.
Huo Linfeng endured the severe pain and chased him out, but only saw the clouds in the sky.
The person who once dreamed of finding himself, leaned on his arms and called "General", but now that he found it and hugged him, the "General Huo" sounded like a slap in the face.
After being alone for a long time, Huo Linfeng turned back to the tent lonely, looking at the small note that was shattered in an earthquake. He knelt down slowly, picked up pieces one by one, and picked up the scattered words and sentences in his hand.
Silence is no longer silence, and quietness is not quietness.
There was a white light in front of his eyes, but he was really staggering.
He sank into the chair, undressed and took off half of the skirt to treat the wound. At this time, the coach Hu Feng came in and said with concern: "General, how is your injury?"
Huo Linfeng tried his best to stop the bleeding: "No problem."
Hu Feng stepped forward hesitantly: "I tell the general that the people in Bufan Palace are really rampant and have bullied brothers for many years."
Huo Linfeng said "um" without raising his eyes. Seeing this, Hu Feng clasped his fists and asked for instructions: "General, it's fine for that Rong to bully us. He dares to challenge you, and he will definitely not be spared."
After sprinkling some medicinal powder, Huo Linfeng asked indifferently: "What does it have to do with you when he confronts me?" The other party was taken aback, and he raised his eyes lightly, "Can't he be spared? I'm going to burn incense and beg him to forgive me. "
Hu Feng was at a loss: "The subordinates are stupid, but follow the general's orders."
Ever since, Huo Linfeng ordered: "When Rong Luoyun comes again, no one is allowed to stop him, but also to lure him into my account. If he scolds, he can't fight back. If he beats him, anyone of you who is not afraid of death can fight back. Anyway, I dare not Pay it back."
Hu Feng was stunned: "This..."
"This is a military order like a mountain. If you understand it, go out to practice, and if you don't understand it, you will receive thirty military sticks." Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes again, and the bleeding stopped temporarily, and he gently lifted the front of his clothes.
This sword pierced no shoulder, it clearly hit his heart.
Rong Luoyun kept chanting "Eucommia", and gave "Eucommia" all his heart. He felt more and more guilty. In addition to the guilt, he felt a trace of jealousy shamelessly.
Even though "Eucommia" is him, he can't help being jealous.
Because Rong Luoyun wanted the fake one, not Huo Linfeng.
Sitting for a long time, General Huo thought a lot. Who is to blame? Blame him, he should have confessed earlier. It's also strange for Rong Luoyun, with his appearance, his martial arts practice, and his arrogant and lovely personality. He came to punish rape and eradicate evil, but it made him fall in love...
The most to blame is Duan's father and son, they would rather destroy a temple than demolish a marriage, so ignorant. There are also Bodhisattvas, the wooden signs for praying are hung so high, but things are not what they want.
Huo Linfeng sighed and closed his eyes in distress.
At the foot of Lengsang Mountain, a light-colored figure was facing east, holding a sword, with a wooden face, and his clothes were stained with a lot of blood red. Rong Luoyun's footsteps were filled with lead, and he walked seven or eight miles for a long time, and when he arrived outside the palace gate, he frightened the disciples on duty.
Someone ran to Shen Bi Hall to report: "The Second Palace Mistress is injured, covered in blood!"
Duan Chenbi and Duan Huaike hurried out, rushed to Miao Cang's platform one by one and waited. In the depths of the long street, Rong Luoyun was walking step by step, looking sluggish and lonely.
When someone approached, Duan Huaike called out: "Luoyun?"
Rong Luoyun returned to his senses, and said in a low voice: "Master, brother."
Duan Chenbi asked: "Where did you go to make it look like this?"
Rong Luoyun replied: "Barracks, I stabbed Du Zhong with a sword." Slightly shaking his mind, he said again, "No, it was Huo Linfeng, I stabbed Huo Linfeng with a sword."
Duan Huaike said: "There is no difference, Eucommia is Huo Linfeng."
Rong Luoyun shook his head vigorously, how could Du Zhong be Huo Linfeng? Eucommia didn't exist, but he was also innocent. Everything was Huo Linfeng's fault... He couldn't get around the corner, and he didn't want to get out.
Duan Chenbi waved his sleeves and scolded softly: "Thinking wildly, go to the palace to practice."
Rong Luoyun obediently boarded the Miao Cang Terrace, and entered the side hall of the Shenbi Hall to practice kung fu.
He sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and meditated, chanting the heart formula of the first level of Lingyun Palm. Mispronounced a word, Duan Huaike knocked on the board next to him.
He made mistakes again and again, received dozens of lashes on the back, and twisted his eyebrows into twists. Not long after, Duan Huaike took the lead to admit defeat, and said helplessly, "Get up, go to the table and copy the heart formula fifty times."
Rong Luoyun obediently copied again, but when he copied the first sentence wrong, Duan Huaike finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Then Huo Linfeng is gone, taking your soul with you?" Duan Huaike said, "It's a joyful thing to find someone lurking in the palace, and to clean them up. What are you doing as if you were mourning?"
Rong Luoyun lowered his head, writing while being scolded. Duan Huaike said again: "It's just that there is one missing big disciple, and we can recruit later. Without Du Zhong, will the sky collapse?"
Rong Luoyun whispered: "If he can beat you, where can he recruit?"
Duan Huaike slapped him hard because of his words, "You value him only because he is good at martial arts? Isn't it because he is handsome and has a sweet mouth, so you can't find it."
Rong Luoyun blushed, so he blushed and wrote quickly. Why can't he find the southeast and northwest? Knowing that the bastard belonged to Sai Bei, he immediately swung his sword to cut off his love.
Seeing him like this, Duan Huaike hated iron for being weak and taught him a lesson for a long time, until his mouth was dry and he didn't stop. "Forget it, go back to Wumingju and change into clean clothes." Finally pardoned, "Calm down and copy the rest for me."
Rong Luoyun nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
He put down his pen and got up, walked out lifelessly, and couldn't help but pause in front of the door. Dallying and hesitating, he stroked the door frame back and forth with his palm, and asked falteringly: "Brother, if the sword is wounded in the shoulder, there will be a lot of blood... will it be okay?"
Duan Huaike asked back: "It's not a big deal to be hit by the sword, but to be divided into five horses?"
These words made people nervous, Rong Luoyun said: "Will you get sick?"
Duan Huaike replied: "If you bleed too much and don't treat it properly, your arm will be useless if it is serious." His tone changed suddenly, and he asked leisurely, "Why, the leader of Saibei Jingqi told you to use your arm?"
Rong Luoyun looked down at the blood on his lapel, and walked away without saying a word.
The hall returned to deserted, Duan Huaike leaned over to collect his pen and ink, and glanced at Rong Luoyun's writing. It doesn't matter what he glanced at, he read out curiously: "The typo was copied, and it was copied again, why scold me?"
"I don't care if you relieve your anger, don't care about me like a concubine."
"I am not afraid of the sky falling, I will hit you and others who are eight feet tall first."
"Elcommia is indeed very powerful in martial arts. I still remember that day when you lost to him. How dare you ask when you will retreat for a year?"
"He didn't coax me so that I couldn't distinguish between southeast and northwest, but you scolded me so dizzy, no wonder I copied it wrong."
Duan Huaike was so angry that his hands trembled, what did he write? ! Pretending to be cute, pretending to be obedient, just like this under his nose, isn't it going to stab his little man when he returns to Bieyuan? !
It's really not possible, Rong Luoyun has already arrived outside the door of the Wuming residence.
Pushing open the door and entering the yard, I saw the broken vat. The red carp was hard to find. I guess the lynx took it away. After I called my disciples to clean it up, I felt that the yard was empty.
He went into the room to change his clothes, didn't bother to brush his hair, and tied a round bun on the top of his head. Bored in the study, when I want to concentrate on copying the heart formula, I saw a map behind the desk.
Huo Linfeng drew two pictures of Hanzhou City, just in case. Rong Luoyun was slightly in a daze. That man was hiding in the palace, and he didn't seem to have done anything to obstruct or destroy him? In the beginning, he gained his trust because of his ability to do things well...
He thought about it, folded the map, and found a cloud pattern drawn on the lower right corner unexpectedly.
Cloud pattern, because it is for him, so it is painted with cloud pattern? He got up and walked out of the study, went to the outer hall to pick up the broken lantern, the cloud pattern on the bamboo handle was exactly the same as the one on the map. When I entered the bedroom again, the broken kites were scattered all over the place, and it was hard to find that Eucommia ulmoides.
Rong Luoyun picked up the things, locked them all in the cabinet, and told himself not to think about it again.
Today's sword is all over.
Regardless of whether it is over or not, the pain is real.
Huo Linfeng endured for a whole day, and when he returned home at dusk, his face was already pale and bloodless. Back at the General's Mansion, seeing Du Zheng, he couldn't help it, gritted his teeth and fell heavily on the couch.
Butler Du was busy, called the doctor, made soup and medicine, prepared cotton gauze and hot water, and then ordered a table of food that nourishes blood and nourishes qi. Huo Linfeng lay on the couch and watched, why did he feel like he was about to have a baby...
After closing the door, Du Zheng treated Huo Linfeng's wound, and his heart ached as soon as he took off his clothes. The wound was so deep, and the medicine powder and blood were mixed into a mud, which was horrifyingly tight. He wanted to cry: "Master, does it hurt?"
Huo Linfeng grinds the crown of his teeth: "Housekeeper, what do you think?"
Du Zheng started to cry, his slender eyes became even thinner. Huo Linfeng looked away, thinking of Rong Luoyun's red eyes, like peach blossoms covered with dew, and like southern stars covered in rain.
With a sudden pain, he regained consciousness from the beauty.
After being bandaged, scrubbed and changed, and given some acupuncture by the doctor, Huo Linfeng's hunger gradually overshadowed his pain. When the food was ready, he ate clumsily with his left hand, swallowing a bowl in two or three bites.
Du Zhengsheng handed it over, this young master didn't eat any grains of rice yesterday, but today he is devouring it, could it be that the situation has improved? He asked, "Master, did Rong Luoyun look for you?"
Huo Linfeng gnawed at the goose: "Yes, I found it."
Du Zheng asked anxiously, "He really forgave you?"
Huo Linfeng ate chicken: "No, he stabbed me with a sword."
Du Zheng stood up abruptly, the sword was stabbed by Rong Luoyun? ! The reckless rivers and lakes are really barbaric, and it's no wonder that there are no mistakes! He asked: "Young master, will you cut off all kindness from now on?"
On the contrary, Huo Linfeng thought, this sword may be the beginning of calming down, if it is not enough, next time he will hand over his left shoulder. This body is made of copper and iron, as long as you spare the two ounces under your crotch, you can ravage and toss as you like.
Du Zheng was so sad: "Master, we can't find a little Yasha..."
Huo Linfeng wiped his mouth and regained some feeling in his right arm, so he got up and went into the study. It was late at night, and he turned on the lamp and leaned over his desk, trying to piece together the broken note. Sticking one by one, my eyes are tired and my fingers are red.
The rain started again, knocking on the window.
It's like one person is attracted to another.
On a rainy night in the middle of the night, the paper was glued together, but General Huo still didn't sleep. Putting on the cloak, he rode out the door alone. Bumping all the way to Lengsang Mountain, passing the military camp, the soldiers on duty hurriedly opened the camp gate.
Huo Linfeng waved his hand, so he didn't look for these stinky soldiers.
After going seven or eight miles away, he stopped outside Bufan Palace with a "Woo", which alarmed the disciples on the high wall. Zou Lin was on duty and immediately ran to report, but in the middle of the night it was all black.
Going deeper and deeper, only Wumingju has a little light.
After burning two red candles, Rong Luoyun copied it seventeen times.
Dip in the ink, the tip of the Zihao drops down the vertical lowercase script, write the last character, and spread the paper for the eighteenth time. He paused, heard the sound and looked towards the door, and saw Zou Lin appearing quickly.
"Report to Palace Master that Huo Linfeng is stuck outside the palace, not knowing what he wants to do."
Rong Luoyun shivered: "His own?"
Zou Lin replied: "It seems to be, the horse is looking at the palace gate, but has not moved yet."
Rong Luoyun pondered for a moment: "Don't bother with him, just stay on duty as usual."
Swiping Zou Lin back, he continued to copy, and wrote a wrong word when he put pen to paper. I crumpled the paper, started from the beginning with 12 points of care, and gradually finished half of the writing.
At the last sentence, the sound of rain suddenly became louder.
Crash clatter, soaked the world.
After finishing writing, Rong Luoyun stopped writing, waited for the ink to dry, and stopped in shock when he rewound the scroll.
At the end, it was written impressively - Ye Yu deceived himself, did that person bring an umbrella