"Facing the wind."
Quietly, Huo Linfeng heard such a voice, it was Rong Luoyun's voice, he lifted the quilt and sat up, his two sword eyebrows frowned in disbelief, like a sudden surging wave.
He put on his boots, but sat on the couch and dared not move.
This place is outside the pass, how could Rong Luoyun come here, he must have heard it wrong.
"... facing the wind."
Huo Linfeng stood up suddenly, he heard correctly! It was his name that was called, and it was also Rong Luoyun's clear and bright voice. There was no light in the tent, and he walked out in the dark. As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he first saw the sky full of stars.
He followed the sound and continued to go out step by step. When he was about to reach the gate of the barracks, there were open fires burning on both sides of the gate.
Huo Linfeng froze in place: "Rong Luoyun..."
Rong Luoyun's moon-white gauze robe changed color to a warm yellow tone, like a thin early sun, bearing the howling cold wind of the long night in Saibei. He was originally holding the pony, but he let go and waved it uncomfortably.
That hand was very red, Huo Linfeng saw it at a glance, and hurried over, almost tripping over it impatiently. In front of Rong Luoyun, he was even more stunned, fumbling like teeth hitting his tongue.
I can't speak the stupid things I used to say, my mind is white, sweet words are even more difficult, I opened my mouth stupidly, but my eyes are bright, and I stare at others firmly and without blinking.
Rong Luoyun was also speechless, and raised his hand, making a gesture to let the barbarian lead him by the hand.
As soon as Huo Linfeng grabbed it, wrapped it in his hand, his palm was frozen hard. He lowered his head and opened Rong Luoyun's cold hand. The palm was rubbed red by the reins, and the tiger's mouth was even worse.
"Am I dreaming?" he asked.
Rong Luoyun said: "Then let me stab you with a sword, give it a try?"
Huo Linfeng took half a step closer, so close, he grabbed Rong Luoyun's hand and placed it on his chest. "Prick here." He hugged Rong Luoyun's thin shoulders, being extremely careful, for fear of breaking this mirror-like person.
He repeated again: "Pierce here, pierce to see clearly inside."
Rong Luoyun leaned on Huo Linfeng's shoulder: "What's inside?"
What else can it be, this body, has been by the side of parents and brothers, for the people and for the family, and dare not slack off through life and death. There is only one heart left to control, and Huo Linfeng said, "It's all you."
The big hands covering the shoulders slid down to the back, through the robe, Huo Linfeng felt that Rong Luoyun was trembling, and the palms covered the butterfly bones, as if comforting a pair of fluttering butterfly wings.
When a gust of wind came, Rong Luoyun grabbed Huo Linfeng's skirt, pressed it against his forehead, and drilled hard, as if he wanted to get in to see if it was true or not.
"Then you still leave me." He said, his clear voice became hoarse.
Huo Linfeng felt ashamed: "I can't help it." He sniffed Rong Luoyun's heart, rubbed the strands of blue hair with the tip of his nose, and felt a chill again. This road is thousands of miles away, and the wind is coming, and I am afraid that the flesh and blood of the body will be blown through.
He felt distressed, bowed slightly, and hugged Rong Luoyun horizontally.
Turning around and stepping into the barracks, the night is vast, and the desert is also vast, only his arms are warm. Rong Luoyun wrapped her neck around his neck, as if she was shameless, but her face was buried in the crescent of his neck, and she seemed to be ashamed.
"Being seen by others, why are you a general?" Rong Luoyun whispered.
Huo Linfeng said: "General, you must not violate the military regulations. The military regulations say that you must not bring female family members to the camp, you must not invite singing and dancing performers, and you must not engage in sex with prostitutes. What did I violate?"
Rong Luoyun raised his head: "The family members of the soldiers miss their husbands, so they can't come and see?"
Huo Linfeng said: "It's dangerous for women to trek all the way, so naturally stay at home and wait. Besides..." He paused for a while, deliberately turned his head to meet Rong Luoyun's eyes, "Women are shy, do you think they are all like you? If you want to be a man, you have to run to the desert."
Rong Luoyun stared, but couldn't refute it, so he had to lower his head again. The surname Huo was complacent when he had the upper hand, and when he was complacent, he played tricks. He squeezed his thighs tightly with his big hands, held his fingertips behind his back, and poked his slender ribs, which were afraid of itching.
"Itchy." He protested loudly.
Huo Linfeng has a bad heart: "I can bear the wind and frost all the way, but I can't bear this itching?"
Stepping into the tent, the cold wind is shielded out, even the sound of the wind is a bit faint, and the only thing that is close to the ear is the breath carrying the warm air. Walking to the couch, Huo Linfeng put Rong Luoyun down safely, and pulled the messy quilt to cover him.
It was pitch black, Rong Luoyun groped with his hand, touched Huo Linfeng's face, and went down to hook Huo Linfeng's shoulder. He pulled it back hard, got closer, and found his embrace just now.
Huo Linfeng told Rong Luoyun to lean over in this clingy posture, rejoicing, ironing, and full of greed. He still wanted to hear the sweet heart's words, and asked: "The journey is long, why did you come here?"
Rong Luoyun murmured: "I miss you." The journey was indeed far away, and he was powerless to say what he meant, "I will miss you when you leave, pretend not to think about you, the more you pretend the more you think about it."
Huo Linfeng's heart throbbed slightly, he took off his boots and got on the couch, hugging Rong Luoyun firmly. Rong Luoyun leaned on him and entangled him, the thick darkness of the room could not cover the obsession that shook off his clothes when he rubbed them.
"I miss you so much." Rong Luoyun rubbed Huo Linfeng's cheek lightly, "The world is so big, I can't find anyone more handsome than you, nor can I find someone more heroic than you. I can't let you go at all."
The corner of Huo Linfeng's mouth became hot, and it was Rong Luoyun who kissed him so lightly, and then his lips became hot again, Rong Luoyun held him in his arms, and without separating, he eagerly rubbed his thin lips together.
He hugged the other party tightly, strangled the waist, and turned the kiss into his control. Rong Luoyun, on the other hand, went crazy, stupefied, his icy flesh caused a heat wave, and he poked out a little bit of his tongue.
Huo Linfeng didn't have any injuries on his body, even if he was, he still wanted to show his prestige on this unknown thing. Rong Luoyun let out a "huh", and his heaving chest bumped into Huo Linfeng's, every time, making him feel hot.
"Let's not separate anymore." Rong Luoyun said, aggrieved, softer than crying, "I don't care about anything anymore, I don't want revenge."
Huo Linfeng was stunned: "Xiao Rong, what did you say?"
Rong Luoyun said: "I don't want revenge, I don't want revenge against your father!"
Huo Linfeng couldn't believe it: "Really?!"
But before he got an answer, Rong Luoyun kissed him again, pulled his clothes, untied his waistband, and pestered him hungrily. "I miss you so much." Rong Luoyun still said the same thing, but raised his tone and pushed him onto the couch, "I miss you so much!"
Huo Linfeng's clothes were opened wide: "Don't mess with me like this." It was already a long time ago, he was afraid of losing control and losing his sense of proportion, but Rong Luoyun didn't listen, and fell on his chest, raised his face, and kissed him indiscriminately.
What's more, Huo Linfeng couldn't help but froze, feeling the softness of Rong Luoyun's two petals pressing on his hip bones. "Little widow is not as crazy as you!" He spat, and suddenly, Rong Luoyun reached out his hand.
"Xiao Rong..."
"Xiao Rong!"
Huo Linfeng was sweating profusely, and sat up, seeing a dim candlelight in front of him. He kicked off the quilt, the tent was very quiet, he turned his face to look around, only Du Zheng was watching the night in the chair.
Du Zheng was awakened by that voice, and asked in confusion, "Master, what's the matter?"
Huo Linfeng panicked, "I dreamed of Rong Luoyun."
Du Zheng closed his eyes: "Then why don't you dream for a while, what do you do when you wake up..."
Yes, why can't good dreams last longer, and why are good dreams always easy to wake up? Huo Linfeng lay down again, turned over and put his palms against the place beside him, it was cold, there was no one beside him.
He really fell ill with love, how could Rong Luoyun come here.
Close your eyes, the night will be long after waking up, I'm afraid it will be futile to fall asleep again.
The cold wind blows all night, and the morning is bright and majestic, unlike Jiangnan where there is always a morning mist. On the boundary of Yancuogang, beside the stream in the forest, a moon-white figure squatted there, skimming the water.
There are some houses around, smoke from cooking in twos and threes, and five or six peasant women come to the stream to wash rice. As he got closer, he didn't know who could see it first, and said in surprise, "There's blood in the river!"
Looking around, a woman shouted, "Master! What's wrong with you!"
Rong Luoyun lowered his head and scooped up the water, ignoring the answer. The peasant women came to see him, but they stopped washing the rice, and chirped: "Nosebleed, stop it for a while!"
"Oh!" Rong Luoyun's shoulders were caught, and he lost his balance and sat on the ground. Immediately afterwards, a small handkerchief blocked his nose, and a warm palm wiped away the water droplets on his face.
"My God, you're so handsome."
Embarrassed for a moment, Rong Luoyun stood up and took a few steps back in embarrassment. In vain, he has no fear in the world, he is full of swords and swords, and now he is at a loss in front of several peasant women.
Seeing that his moon-white gauze was stained with dust and his hair was slightly disheveled, a woman asked, "Young master, are you on your way? Where did you come from, where are you going?"
Rong Luoyun replied: "I'm from the south of the Yangtze River, and I'm going to Saibei." The journey didn't stop, the further north, the drier the climate, and he continued to endure after drinking the water sac.
He asked, "Sister-in-law, how far is it from here to Saibei?"
The woman said: "Saibei is vast. There are still 800 miles to the city, and 1,000 miles to the desert."
Now that the war is going on, Huo Linfeng is in command to quell the chaos. He should be in the barracks. Rong Luoyun thought about it, he still has a thousand miles to travel. Suddenly, there was a gurgling sound in his stomach, which he couldn't hide.
Everyone laughed, and one of the peasant women said: "You all call me Mrs. Tian, young master, you go to my house to rest."
The dry food had already been eaten, and Rong Luoyun didn't refuse, and clasped his fists and replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Tian, then I'll bother you." He went home with the other party carrying bamboo baskets and baggage. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a girl laying bowls and chopsticks by the table.
The stranger came suddenly, and the little girl was so ashamed that she turned around and ran into the house. Mrs. Tian said cheerfully, "Young master, are you married?"
Rong Luoyun mumbled: "We're married..." For some reason, he said such nonsense, and after he finished speaking, he looked around, "Sister-in-law, are you and your daughter alone at home?"
Mrs. Tian said: "Her father usually hunts in the forest, and goes to the city early in the morning to sell skins for money. Her younger brother joined the army outside the pass, and hasn't returned home for more than two years."
Yancuogang is thousands of miles away from Saibei, how can you go to such a far place? When Rong Luoyun asked doubts, Mrs. Tian smiled and said: "My son is an ambitious man. He doesn't bother to work with other soldiers who live elsewhere, and vows to join General Huo's command."
Rong Luoyun asked: "Which General Huo?"
Mrs. Tian said: "Second son of Marquis Dingbei, my son told me that he admires General Huo's way of marching."
Hearing that person's bits and pieces from other people's mouths is really an accident and a real surprise. Rong Luoyun couldn't help laughing, picked up the bowl to eat, and went into the house to rest, that smile never faded away.
He hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, fearing that there was something wrong with the station, he kept on driving, and two horses ran to death. After grooming and washing, he fell asleep on someone else's kang with a pillow on his face, snoring very lightly.
When he woke up, it was dark, there was a large bowl of water hanging by the kang, and the washed clothes were drying in the courtyard. Rong Luoyun went down to the kang lightly, dressed, and was about to leave quietly.
Next to the burden, the water bladder was filled, and there was a pack of fragrant pastries. He was grateful in his heart, packed them one by one, and put down an ingot of silver before leaving.
If he travels thousands of miles, he will reach the Saibei Desert.
At that time, will he be able to see Huo Linfeng
Two days later, late at night, several candles were burning in the general's tent in the Saibei barracks. It was five o'clock, and Huo Linfeng was leaning on the couch with one leg bent, holding the roster that had just been delivered in his hand.
It is said to be a roster, but it is actually a book of life and death. It recorded all the battles since they arrived at the Blue Lake, as well as the names of every soldier who died. The dead, injured, fleeing, missing and hard to find are recorded in the register one by one.
Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes and looked carefully, but there was not a single word of joy in his heart. Naturally, the more he looked, the more his heart sank, rustling, this little sound annoyed him, he raised his eyes, and asked angrily, "Why don't you go back?"
Du Zheng stayed for three days, and at this time he was washing his armor: "Young master has worked hard, I want to serve you for a few more days."
Huo Linfeng said annoyedly: "Nonsense, who do you see fighting with a servant?" Looking away, he was even more unhappy when he looked at the roster, "Go back to the house tomorrow morning and report my mother's safety."
Du Zheng muttered: "The groom has gone back to report."
Patta, Huo Linfeng closed the notebook and said, "I'm going to the Blue Lake tomorrow, you just stay." He got off the couch, walked around behind the table, and just as he was dismissing the person, he called the other person to serve him, "Come and study." ink!"
Du Zheng worked hard, saw Huo Linfeng frown deeply, and said, "Young master, although the casualties are serious, you must rest assured." After finishing speaking, he saw Huo Linfeng spread out a brocade brocade, this regulation was sent to the court.
Huo Linfeng dipped his pen in ink. Since the raid by the qincha dogs, the battle has been going on for a long time, and he has not yet reported the situation to the emperor. He wrote a line of strong lowercase letters, saying: "Soldiers are born and die, and should not be treated badly, and all casualties must be well compensated."
Verbal consolation is not counted, which means that the silver taels of pensions are distributed. Du Zheng didn't know so much, he only knew that the matter of the Longevity Palace was all due to the issue of military pay, is the silver tael sufficient now
The booklet was already full, the actual situation of the military, the suffering of the people, the weight was so heavy that it almost stained the back of the paper, Huo Linfeng added another sentence, saying: "There is not enough money, so I just ask the court to save it from spending on big festivals."
In a blink of an eye, the morning light penetrated into the tent, the horn for getting up early sounded, and the soldiers of the whole army went out of the tent for morning exercises. Huo Linfeng handed the zhezi to Du Zheng, ordered him to return to the city, and quickly sent his personal guards to Chang'an.
The two master and servant walked out of the camp. Huo Linfeng wanted to see the wounded soldiers, and then went around the school grounds. When he looked up, he saw several carriages parked at the entrance of the camp. Looking over, I saw a familiar face, a well-known wealthy family in Saibei City.
It was because it was getting colder in autumn, and the merchants in the city discussed and bought winter clothes for the soldiers. After hearing this, Huo Linfeng was moved, and said clearly: "So many soldiers, it's not a small sum."
The other party said: "The merchants voluntarily contribute more. Cloth shop, family members, hunters, each family has money to contribute, and it is all that they can contribute." He bowed his hands, and then offered a gray fur cloak, "This one is for Huo Huo. General, I hope the general will not dislike you."
Huo Linfeng said with shame: "The enemy soldiers have not been wiped out, but they have taken things from the people."
After all the winter clothes were taken off, the merchant boarded the car and returned to the city, and Huo Linfeng personally sent it a few steps. The convoy gradually drove away, and he was about to turn around and return to the camp, but unexpectedly, he took a quick glance and saw a person coming through the wind from far away.
Get closer, get closer, why is that thin and unrestrained figure so familiar.
Du Zheng also saw it and said in surprise: "Master, that man... seems to be the second palace master..."
Huo Linfeng froze: "Huh... I'm dreaming, and you can't dream either." Saying this, he couldn't help but take two steps, pinching his left hand with his right hand, and it hurt instantly.
The man got closer, Du Zheng shouted: "It's absolutely true! It's really the Second Palace Master!"
Under the blue sky, in the light golden sand, Rong Luoyun fluttered in a moon-white gauze robe. The horseshoes left a series of marks in the Liaoliao desert, whipped and reined, and neighed through the morning breeze.
"—Woo!"
Rong Luoyun stopped, tens of steps away from Yingkou, and looked at the people over there from a distance. Running thousands of miles, covered with wind and frost, seeing each other alive at this moment.
Huo Linfeng looked up, motionless.
The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and their little reunion was long overdue, and it suddenly felt like a dream.