The spy was terribly dead, one of his heads was out of shape, sunken, the skull was broken into several pieces, and blood was gushing out in large gusts. Rong Luoyun squatted down next to the fresh and warm corpse, wiped his hands clean, and then groped carefully.
The shirts in early autumn are still light and thin, but the waistbands are extra thick and double-layered. He tore it open along the edge, and inside was a pack of medicinal powder, which he would use to seek death in an emergency, and a token the size of a mung bean cake.
Rong Luoyun took the token and stood up. He fought, fooled, committed murder, and did everything before he took off the veil that was covering him. There is no difference. In the forest, you can't see your fingers, just like a blind man with his eyes open.
The blood here is rich, and it will soon attract wild beasts, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time.
He led his horse away, but the Big Dipper could not be seen under the dense trees, and he could not tell the direction. After walking around for a while, drinking the last drop of water in my bag, I saw a candle light in the distance.
Rong Luoyun walked towards the light, and wanted to stay overnight.
Getting closer and closer, it seems to have reached the foot of the mountain. The small plain gauze lamp hangs under the eaves, illuminating the closed gate. He came closer, stopped on the stone steps outside the door, and finally saw the courtyard clearly.
By accident, he actually walked to the ancient temple where he stayed last time.
Above that is the Buddhist monastery where he lived for several days.
Rong Luoyun picked up a twig, lit it with a small lamp, and climbed up the steps with it to illuminate the road. The higher you go, the thicker the fallen leaves are, and they are very soft to step on. It seems that since they left, few people have gone to the Zen monastery.
They were two people at that time.
He suffered severe pain from the Life Tempering Palm, Huo Linfeng slowly climbed up the steps with his back on his back. Xu Shi was too weak, he was greedy and relied on the broad shoulders, leaned on it, climbed, and even the blood from the corner of his mouth rubbed against his shoulders.
He kept wiping, and Huo Linfeng laughed, making him itchy.
While picking up the steps, Rong Luoyun recalled, waving the branches in his hands happily. He remembered that Huo Linfeng couldn't hide the young master's temper at all, he pulled his face when cleaning, frowned when making the bed, and looked extremely reluctant.
But he was in too much pain at that time, sitting on the threshold, and foolishly asked his elder brother to save him. He said softly - Du Zhong, I feel so hurt.
Rong Luoyun stopped suddenly, and stood on the steps in a daze, his cheeks quietly changing color in the dimness. He only remembered crying out for pain twice, one was when he was injured, and the other was when Huo Linfeng played him in the water...
"Hi!" He patted his forehead, "Don't think about it!"
A gust of mountain wind blew, and he said annoyedly: "Your surname Huo, don't provoke me!"
Rong Luoyun was talking to himself, but when he looked back for a while, he realized that he had only climbed nearly a hundred steps. He really couldn't think about it any more. If he continued to think about it, he might not be able to reach the monastery by dawn.
Walk faster, use Bafangyou to fly and jump, and finally climb the four hundred steps. As soon as he entered the hospital, more than a dozen wild dogs that were sleeping soundly woke up and rushed towards him barking.
How could he forget this, Rong Luoyun quickly got into the house, closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. Low candles illuminated half of the room, but no one came for a long time, and the tables and chairs were covered with a thick layer of dust.
Fortunately, there are quilts in the cabinet, and at first glance, they are still the same bedding as last time. He hastily made the bed, folded his clothes and lay down, curled up, staring at the still gray wall.
It's boring to sleep by yourself.
When he was cold, no one covered him with a quilt, when he was thirsty, no one gave him water to drink, he had a nightmare, and no one hugged him, hugged him, and coaxed him gently.
He also doesn't want others, tall, with broad shoulders and a strong waist, who is rough when he speaks dirty words, and handsome when he speaks kind words. It's better if his real name is Huo and his pseudonym is Du. This is what he wants.
Rong Luoyun clutched the corner of the pillow, saying that he should not think about it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Huo Linfeng, where are you at this moment
After running around all day, did you have a good meal and sleep under the quilt
I can't sleep in bed right now, always thinking about you, are you the same
Luo Yun was about to go crazy, since he knew that Huo Zhao killed his parents, he became a little crazy. He couldn't help thinking, who owed whom in this life, what kind of causes were planted in the previous life, and what kind of sins were committed
If there is a next life, don't ask him to meet Huo Linfeng, even by chance.
Each gets married, has a son and a half daughter, and dies peacefully and peacefully. Rong Luoyun closed his eyes and covered himself with a quilt to block out the scattered candlelight.
After a long time, he said in a muffled voice: "Huo Linfeng... What kind of woman will he marry?"
Holding the moon is not good, and Baoluo is not good. If you want to read and write, at least you can recognize "staggering". Qin clothes are not good either. At that time, one will play the piano and the other will play the flute. The neighbors think that there will be funerals every day. It's even worse for a sister like that, she has a very delicate mind, and Huo's lie will be seen through, it sounds so miserable.
Rong Luoyun is really a strange person in the world. First, he committed murder in the middle of the night, and then sneaked into the Buddhist monastery. Now he is sleeping alone in the dirty house, separated by ferocious wild dogs, thinking hard, searching hard, and finally came to a conclusion.
— It's not suitable for Huo Linfeng to marry anyone.
Four hundred miles away, Huo Linfeng reined in and stopped at the gate of the post house on the boundary of Xingzhou.
The officials have been waiting for a long time, those who feed the horses, those who carry the burdens, the food and drinks and the room have already been prepared. Du Zheng straddled the horse for a day, but now he got off with his legs sprawled like a disabled person.
"Let's all go out, there's no need to wait on you." As soon as he entered the room, Huo Linfeng waved away the others.
Washing hands to eat, master and servant were at the same table, Du Zheng was so hungry that he ate a duck leg three times and five times. Raising his eyes slightly, he tore off the other one and handed it over, asking, "Master, why don't you move your chopsticks?"
Huo Linfeng said: "I don't have much appetite."
Du Zheng persuaded: "The journey is hard, so you should eat something." He took out a bunch of handkerchiefs from his pocket and opened them layer by layer, revealing candied green plums inside.
"Young master, chew two to appetize." He resorted to his trumpet, "It has been dried for a long time, and it was made for the second palace master. I wanted to wait for him to taste it when he comes back to the mansion next time."
Huo Linfeng moved slightly when he heard the words, and put one in his mouth, the sweetness was sour, and he salivated a lot. He grabbed the chopsticks, took advantage of the lingering taste in his mouth, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.
After filling his belly, he went to bed to rest after taking a bath, and continued his journey the next morning. The candles in the room were extinguished and the tent was closed. He lay on his back and said to himself, "I don't know what happened to Rong Luoyun."
Du Zheng was on the couch: "The Second Palace Mistress is guarding the empty boudoir alone, and must be missing the young master."
"..." Huo Linfeng frowned secretly, "If someone is with him, wouldn't he miss it?"
This "someone" refers to Lu Zhun or Diao Yuliang, Duan Huaike would have been fine if it wasn't possible, but Du Zheng was full of vulgarity and misunderstood, "No way? The young master only left for a day, and he's looking for another handsome brother?"
Huo Linfeng beat the bed and scolded: "Stop farting!" It was not enough to scare the guy, "A day is really short, unlike you and Meizi, who have been separated for a long time, and I am afraid that things will be changed when we return to the Hou's Mansion."
After all, the room was silent, no one answered.
He glanced at the couch, could it be that he couldn't bear the blow and was annoyed
After a long while, Du Zheng muttered: "Young master, I have saved all the monthly silver, and went to the Zanbao Pavilion to choose a hairpin. This time when I return to Saibei, if Meizi marries as a wife, I will treat her as her mother's elder brother. The silver will be given to her as a dowry. If she is not married, the silver and hairpins will be my dowry."
Huo Linfeng listened silently, envious, even jealous, the good times he had had are over.
When will he and Rong Luoyun meet again in this life
When we meet again, love is neither love nor love, but the grievances of the previous generation.
Huo Linfeng turned over and buried himself on the pillow, unable to figure it out, he forced himself to fall asleep as soon as possible. The other party said that there was nothing else in the dream, only the two of them, and everything was clean.
The bright moon shines on the long night, even though we are separated, we are in the same world.
At Chenshi, the monks in the ancient temple chanted scriptures and worshiped the Buddha. A young monk cleaned up and caught a glimpse of a good horse at the foot of the mountain. Looking up the mountain, it is so high that I really don't want to go up.
At this scene, all the wild dogs in the Zen courtyard had returned to the mountain, and Rong Luoyun had just woken up, lying on the kang in a daze. Suddenly, he touched his chest, remembering the first time Huo Linfeng had checked his heart.
It was so embarrassing at that time, he was so ashamed for the first time.
He got up and left the kang, and the dusty wooden basin was placed on the side of the kang, which was the one he used to wipe himself. Walking to the courtyard, the bench, water tank, and the old door of the small kitchen next door are slightly open.
Huo Linfeng dressed him and helped him with his hair.
They huddled around the stove and roasted rabbits, and Huo Linfeng wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth.
This side temple is like a dense net, Rong Luoyun is in it, surrounded by all kinds of past. He took a step, took a look, and there were memories everywhere.
He really understood the feeling of touching the scene, and left in a hurry, not daring to stay for a moment longer.
About to step down two steps, Rong Luoyun paused again: "That night..." He muttered aloud, that night was here, he gave Huo Linfeng a ginkgo gray handkerchief, and the other party hugged him happily.
He couldn't remember who provoked whom first.
Rong Luoyun shook his head, don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore, if you think about it again, you will be a worthless tortoise bastard. He rushed down with all his might, the monastery was getting farther and farther away, and the four hundred steps passed by in a hurry.
The little monk sweeping the floor saw it and said in surprise: "Almsgiver, you..."
Rong Luoyun clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."
The little monk asked: "Are you the benefactor who was injured last time?" He remembered, and even gave him a bun, "The benefactor is alone? Where is the benefactor who took care of you?"
Rong Luoyun went crazy: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and I have already parted ways with him."
The little monk was puzzled, and just about to ask, the beautiful lunatic had already reined in his horse and galloped away towards the south. He continued to sweep the floor, about the time it took to sweep the third level, when the horse's hoof stepped on it, the beautiful lunatic went back and forth.
"What's the matter with the benefactor?"
Rong Luoyun asked shyly, "In the temple... can I ask for a peace talisman?"
The little monk nodded: "The abbot consecrated the light, and you need to know the name of the benefactor."
Rong Luoyun didn't ask for it for himself, he hesitated and said, "My name is Huo Linfeng..."
After turning back, he delayed for an hour, prayed to Buddha and recited scriptures, and it took a lot of effort to get the peace talisman. When his wish was fulfilled, he left happily and rushed back to Xiganling without stopping.
When entering the city gate, Rong Luoyun rubbed shoulders with the two of them. The two men were the servants of the General's Mansion with their burdens on their backs. Judging by the situation, he should have been dismissed.
With a thought in his mind, Rong Luoyun rushed to the General's Mansion, and repeated his old tricks to enter the main garden.
He didn't know what to do, so he entered the house lightly, playing a snitch in broad daylight. As soon as he landed, his gaze fell on the wall.
One piece is empty, one piece is missing.
The remaining one is extremely lonely, as if waiting for him to come.
Rong Luoyun watched intently, and called out - My Love Linfeng.