Huo Linfeng walked up to the horse and held out his hand.
At this moment, the sky is bright, and the early sun hangs high above the blue sky. It is so bright yellow that Rong Luoyun can't open his eyes. He could only lower his eyes, staring at the horse's mane, and staring at Huo Linfeng's figure from the corner of his eye.
That hand was waiting for him, but he kept holding it without moving. But at Yingkou, Du Zheng was standing there watching them, and the soldiers on duty were also looking at them curiously.
Rong Luoyun seemed to be struggling, and finally let go of the rein, and got off the horse by himself while holding the saddle. Huo Linfeng took a half step forward with quick eyes and hands, and grabbed the waist for a while, and when Rong Luoyun came down, they were so close to each other that they almost touched each other.
Huo Linfeng tugged at the reins, and the horse turned around to block them.
"Xiao Rong." He called impatiently, grabbed Rong Luoyun's arm, turned it over, and looked at the red palm. "I knew it," he gently held the back of Rong Luoyun's hand, and repeated, "I knew it."
It's been a long time since I heard this voice, Rong Luoyun was a little dazed and couldn't help trembling slightly. From the moment he got off the horse and landed, he turned to face Huo Linfeng, lowered his head, and didn't look at him.
I came all the way to Saibei, thinking day and night to see her, but at this moment, I feel even more timid because of my hometown.
Huo Linfeng could naturally sense it, thinking that Rong Luoyun would not be able to save face in front of the barracks in the clear sky. Why didn't he try his best to endure and suppress it, and just now he raised his hand to catch it, and it was already extremely controlled.
"Follow me in." Huo Linfeng took the rein of the horse and took a step back, "Let's talk in the tent."
Rong Luoyun nodded and said nothing, followed along, and when he arrived at Yingkou, he heard Du Zheng calling him. Du Zheng's face was full of smiles, as if meeting an old friend, and he asked happily: "Second Palace Master, why are you here!"
Rong Luoyun followed with a smile: "Of course there is something important."
Du Zheng didn't care so much, he took off the burden from the horse's back with great foresight, and stretched out his hand to pick up the bamboo basket once he carried it. "What's in here?" He muttered, and lifted the lid to take a look, "Mother, why is this little bastard here!"
The little servant was babbling, and the sweetheart was quiet, which made the sour water in Huo Linfeng's chest turn sour. It used to be sour and bitter, but now it is sour and sweet.
Something important, Rong Luoyun said there was something important, Huo Linfeng couldn't figure it out, couldn't think of it, and was still immersed in the huge surprise of the other party's appearance. Pinching his left hand with his right hand, twisting his thigh, and biting his tongue, he silently verified that this moment was definitely not a dream.
After entering the tent, Huo Linfeng put down the tied door cloth, the rustling wind, strong sunlight, and pairs of eyes following them were all blocked. As soon as he turned around, he saw Rong Luoyun squatting on the felt blanket, opening the bamboo basket to take out the wolf cub, the little thing was unconscious, and Rong Luoyun rubbed the wolf cub's belly, stupefied.
Huo Linfeng walked over, stopped when the distance was very close, and said, "There is no one else."
He seemed to be implying that we were the only ones in the tent who could say something or do something. Then, with a pious tone that was almost pleading, he begged for mercy, and said, "Bodhisattva, rub it for me too."
Rong Luoyun's face tightened, he knew this person, he dared to talk nonsense in front of the Buddha, but now he was even more unscrupulous behind his back. He yelled that the Bodhisattva would suffer, but he refused to agree. He remained silent for a while, and sneaked a glance, only to see Huo Linfeng staring at him expectantly.
When provoking him, there was a flirtatious smile hidden in those eyes, used to seduce people, but when he was trying to provoke him, it was like this, as if he had been hurt greatly. Rong Luoyun knew it well, but couldn't hold back his soft heart, pursed his lips, and stuffed the wolf cub: "Look at your son."
Huo Linfeng took it, and threw it casually: "Look at what it does!" He growled out, moved his hands, and grabbed Rong Luoyun's shoulders, "Will you raise your head and let me take a good look at you?" ?!"
Rong Luoyun seemed to be unable to stand still, and trembled again. Huo Linfeng lowered his head to look at Rong Luoyun's feet. The silk shoes had long been worn out, and the cloth socks could even be seen on the edge. Running for thousands of miles, stepping on stirrups, the pain that I have endured along the way is hidden in my body.
"Does the sole of your foot hurt?" Huo Linfeng asked.
Rong Luoyun was always so strong, he shook his head. Huo Linfeng couldn't ask, just like in a dream, he leaned over and hugged him brutally, Rong Luoyun couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and finally revealed his freshness with a short cry,
Walking to the side of the couch, Huo Linfeng sat down, tightening his arms as if hugging a baby. Rong Luoyun was forced to stick to his body, and his face was forced to touch his shoulder. He took off the other's shoes and socks, grabbed the ankles, and saw the wound blisters on a pair of feet clearly.
It's hard to say how distressed he is, Huo Linfeng asked in a low voice: "Do you have any bruises or wounds on your body? Don't hide it from me."
Rong Luoyun turned his face against that shoulder: "No." He seemed guilty as he said that, he put his legs together, and even tugged on his outer robe covertly.
Huo Linfeng thought about it, how could he not have noticed that he stroked his palm along his ankle, across his calf, to his knee, inserted into the gap and swam towards his thigh. When he was approaching the heels of his legs, Rong Luoyun pushed him away and twisted his legs so that he would not touch them.
"Why are you ashamed of me?" Huo Linfeng was a little anxious, coaxing, "Don't hold me, I'll pull it out."
Rong Luoyun was originally resting on that shoulder, but now he was buried in the other's neck. Hearing this, he stretched his legs lightly, and Huo Linfeng withdrew his hand. At the same time, Huo Linfeng's hand holding his back moved slightly, and he untied Rong Luoyun's waistband, and his clothes instantly became loose. He reached in, hooked Rong Luoyun's pants and pulled them down.
Rong Luoyun was caught off guard, and in a blink of an eye, his legs were bare, cold and panicked, curled up desperately. Huo Linfeng stopped him, lifted his long robe, lifted his jacket, and stroked his thighs with his palms against his flesh.
That thick cocoon was so bullying, he couldn't bear it, he raised his arms around Huo Linfeng's neck, hugged the assailant and shook. These gestures were like begging for mercy and acting like a baby. He conceded defeat and let go: "...you hurt me!"
Huo Linfeng didn't know the extent of his injury, so he couldn't be more careful, and he was sweating profusely when he heard the sound. "Hey, I won't touch it anymore." He coaxed, moved his palms to his knees, and separated his legs, "Let me see."
Rong Luoyun's inner thigh was bright red, swollen and hot, especially at the base of his thigh. Day and night on the road, bumpy trek, this is worn by the saddle.
Huo Linfeng said distressedly: "What a broken saddle, it's worn down like this."
However, Rong Luoyun misunderstood, thinking that the other party said he was useless, raised his head, twitched in pain, and then responded: "Everyone is like your rough skin and thick flesh, but mine is very tender..."
Huo Linfeng didn't think too much about it: "There's nothing tender on your body, you've touched it even if you haven't kissed it, I know." As he spoke, he took off the rest of his clothes layer by layer like peeling a mandarin orange, Rong Luoyun struggled endlessly, He was in pain and shouted angrily: "No, I will kill you!"
The voice of this sentence was not small, and someone outside the tent immediately shouted: "The general is in danger!"
It was the first time that General Huo cursed people properly: "Get away!" After yelling outside, he lowered his head and yelled at those in his arms, "You are injured, can't you treat me like a beast?!"
He almost stripped him naked, then wrapped him in a quilt, and said, "There will be times when I will love you."
Rong Luoyun had already been reincarnated as a quail, buried his head, and pressed against Huo Linfeng's body without leaving any gaps. He was so tired that his eye sockets were sore, and he rubbed against Huo Linfeng's neck feeling aggrieved.
After a while, when he felt better, he asked in a low voice, "Then why are you taking off my clothes?"
Huo Linfeng shouted, "Du Zheng!"
Rong Luoyun said bluntly, "No one else is allowed to come in!"
Wrapped more tightly than a newborn baby, but still ashamed, Huo Linfeng laughed, lowered his head and "tweeted" twice, like teasing a cat and a dog to coax a doll.
At this time, Du Zheng, who is the best at serving people, came into the tent, holding a basin of hot water, drooping his eyes and pursing his lips, knowing the rules of not seeing or speaking evil. Put the tub on the side of the couch, find a cloth towel, a medicine box, clean clothes, and considerately offer a plate of pastries.
After Du Zheng left, Huo Linfeng fiddled with one hand to wipe Rong Luoyun's body.
"Close your eyes and raise your head." He ordered, first wipe this attractive face and a slender neck. Wet it, wiped the collarbone of the shoulders, lifted the quilt, and wiped the gently undulating chest.
Rong Luoyun's eyes were still closed, but suddenly his chest went numb and he opened his eyes. He could feel the severity, frowned and ordered: "Easy."
Huo Linfeng said: "How can you be refreshing if you are lighter?" Although he is not a beast, he is a mortal with all kinds of emotions and six desires. He grinds those two little beans red with one stroke.
The arm was connected to the palm, and the palm and the tiger's mouth were severely rubbed. Huo Linfeng wiped it off carefully, sprinkled some medicinal powder, and wrapped it thinly with cotton gauze. He handed over a piece of steamed glutinous rice cake, which contained three dates and one hawthorn, which was sweet and sour.
Rong Luoyun ate with both hands, all his attention was on the cake, and he let himself be manipulated with his body limp. "Hmm..." He snorted, the cloth wiped between his legs, and he couldn't touch it, and it hurt hot when he touched it.
Huo Linfeng was light and light, hiding his hands under the quilt, rubbing the embarrassment of the heels of his legs. "Be patient," he said, looking down at Rong Luoyun's eyes, seeming to have something to say, "What's wrong?"
Rong Luoyun licked his lips, showing a greedy look: "I want to eat another piece."
Huo Linfeng gave another piece, and after wiping his legs, he squeezed them tighter, and rubbed his mounds on the back a little deeper, aiming while rubbing, to see if Rong Luoyun's expression changed. Unexpectedly, the man was lazily leaning on his shoulder, eating well, with a heartless appearance.
He clutched the veil, flesh to flesh, and scraped the tip of the buttocks with his fingers. It was wet and soft, and he knew it through the quilt, and he was about to tremble. He glanced again and saw that Rong Luoyun was eating faster, muttering non-stop.
Huo Linfeng said: "Like a little beggar, if someone else gives you a roast chicken, you'll just eat it after being bullied."
Rong Luoyun swallowed his last mouthful: "If someone else was there, I would have beaten him to death." He turned his face and buried Huo Linfeng's neck, he likes this place the most, "It's only you, so you have to be cheap."
Huo Linfeng ironed the post now. After scrubbing his legs, he finally wiped his bruised feet clean. Put some medicine on the heels of the legs, and wrap the soles of the feet with medicine. It is so thick that it is not suitable for walking.
He remembered holding Rong Luoyun into the camp in his dream, and said, "A few days ago, I dreamed of you."
Rong Luoyun asked: "What did you dream about me?"
Huo Linfeng said: "I dreamed that you came, come to see me." He took out clean clothes for Rong Luoyun to wear, so many pieces of obscene trousers and small clothes, "You still stab me with a sword in your dream."
Rong Luoyun thought to himself that he could do such a thing, so he asked, "Have you stabbed it?"
Huo Linfeng poked his chest: "I let you stab here, you can't bear it."
Rong Luoyun thought again, he would indeed be soft-hearted, raised his hand, and covered Huo Linfeng's heart with his palm, the heartbeat inside responded to him through his flesh and clothes.
He complained: "You knew you were going to return to the fortress, and you lied to me when you taught me to play the eagle bone flute."
Huo Linfeng asked: "Then after I left, did you blow it?"
Rong Luoyun said: "Why should I brag, I don't miss you." It didn't take much effort to be hugged, and after eating cakes, he had already regained the strength to say what he meant. But after telling this lie, I couldn't bear it, and changed my voice tremblingly, "I miss you so much..."
Huo Linfeng hugged her tightly and whispered: "Why don't I think about it every day, I don't care about it when I'm fighting, and I have to make up for it even when I'm sleeping."
He recalled that dream, the dream was charming and tender, the dream was full of spring, and Rong Luoyun's obsessive posture was leaning against him, like a cat that was mad, with an unconcealable affection.
"I know," Huo Linfeng said, "I know the important thing you came all the way for."
Rong Luoyun was startled: "You know?"
Huo Linfeng nodded: "Because you want to spoil me."
Thin lips pursed, a layer of perspiration formed on Rong Luoyun's face, and he said, "Huh!" After putting on his left and right clothes, he struggled to the couch, tore apart his bundle, and found the crumpled secret letter , "Do you really think I'm a widow who misses a man? I'm doing it for this!"
Huo Linfeng took it and opened it, and saw the words on the paper. It was in Turkic. He couldn't read it, but he could recognize the name "Azhatai". Rong Luoyun asked: "You suspect that Chen Ruoyin colluded with the barbarians, and even sent Zhang Weiren to investigate, don't you?"
Huo Linfeng was puzzled: "How do you know?"
Rong Luoyun said: "I met Zhang Weiren, and I have to save him." Before he finished speaking, his arm was grabbed with such force that it hurt him, Huo Linfeng asked, "Are you in danger? What's going on?"
Rong Luoyun said: "I heard that Chen Ruoyin ordered you to return to the frontier. I thought there was something wrong with it, so I went to Chang'an." He broke away from Huo Linfeng's hand, moved closer, and leaned into his arms, " Let's investigate for a few days first, and capture Chen Ruoyin's spy alive, he is a foreigner with a high nose and deep eyes."
"I'll hand him over to Prince Rui for interrogation. If he can't be interrogated, he will be locked up first. Then, while the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, spread the news of your first victory in Chang'an City." He wrapped his arms around Huo Linfeng's waist, "Chen Ruoyin intends to I will definitely do something to deal with you, and on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will lie in ambush in the prime minister's residence and prepare to attack."
Every sentence is confidential, and according to the plan, one link after another, Rong Luoyun talked up to this point, and after a pause, he suddenly asked, "Am I doing well?"
What's so good! Huo Linfeng's focus was impartial, but he was biased. He scolded: "It's nonsense! Did you just break into the prime minister's mansion? Did you forget about it when you traveled alone in Hanzhou last time? Chen Mian and Chen Xiao were almost there If you want your life, go to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and bump into the Nine Pythons that Tuanhun!"
He anxiously fiddled with Rong Luoyun: "Are you injured?" He had just taken off his clothes and wiped himself, and had already seen it all over, and now he checked his chest and back again, "Does the heart, liver, and heart hurt? Is there any?" By the quenching palm?"
Rong Luoyun said without hindrance, "How can I come to see you if I have something to do?" He told Chen Ruoyin's plot, "The old thief wants to kill you, so he must not be allowed to succeed."
What happened that night, Zhang Weiren suddenly appeared, Lu Zhun set the fire, Rong Luoyun told them one by one, and when he was about to leave, he couldn't help but said: "There were six people in the Tuanhun Nine Pythons, and I actually killed two of them."
Huo Linfeng didn't know what expression to put on, he was worried and perfunctory: "...that's great."
Rong Luoyun frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the reaction, but he asked, "Forget it, what did the secret letter say?"
Huo Linfeng said: "I don't understand, I want to take it back to the house and show it to my father."
After this sentence was finished, the tent was suddenly quiet. From the moment we met each other, scrubbing and applying medicine, our attitudes experienced timidity, uncontrollability, and inextricability, forgetting that there was still a hurdle that the two of them could not overcome.
In the dream, Rong Luoyun said that he would not take revenge and kill Huo Zhao, but Huo Linfeng could clearly distinguish dream from reality. He wouldn't even ask, and he wouldn't even mention that he had no such qualifications on his side.
After a long while of silence, my arms suddenly became empty.
Rong Luoyun crawled away, Huo Linfeng raised his arm slightly, trying to hold and stop him, but he couldn't use the strength. When I arrived in Saibei, the place where my parents died, I'm afraid I would hate it even more.
Annoyed? Complain
Don't want to talk to him anymore, send a secret letter to him, and leave him soon
Huo Linfeng was in a panic, unexpectedly, Rong Luoyun knelt on the couch and crawled back into his arms. He hurriedly hugged her, lowered his head, and stared blankly at him with disbelief, even astonishment.
Rong Luoyun spread out his red palms: "I asked for this for you."
In the palm of his hand lay an illuminated peace talisman, yellow in color, and the abbot lit the scriptures of prayer with cinnabar. Huo Linfeng's heart trembled, and it became difficult to speak: "Put it on for me."
Rong Luoyun stretched out the thin red thread, raised his hand and tied it around Huo Linfeng's neck, tied it up, wrapped his arms around the neck, and stared into Huo Linfeng's eyes with his face up.
"Lin Feng." He called softly.
"Kiss me." He closed his eyes.