Huo Linfeng lowered his head and opened his lips, covering Rong Luoyun's mouth.
Both arms were tucked tightly, for fear that if they let go a little, Rong Luoyun would really turn into a cloud and float away tremblingly. I am even more afraid that this person who hates and aggrieves, but can't stand up to the person who likes him, touches and falls, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Huo Linfeng hooked Rong Luoyun and kissed, his lips pressed against his lips, the upper and lower petals of delicate flesh made him torment, from mild to severe, from slow to urgent, without giving him a chance to breathe.
Rong Luoyun raised his face to bear it, one of his cheeks blushed, who knew whether he was holding back or a passion was stirred up, the tighter Huo Linfeng hugged him, the deeper he kissed him, the two blushes could not bear it. Unable to hold back his temper, it spread to his cheeks, burned to the back of his ears, and even a section of his white jade-like neck turned crimson.
"Hmm." Rong Luoyun let out a short sound.
It's so short, so weak, and it's not as confident as a cat cub just born. Huo Linfeng naturally wouldn't show pity, his heart was very hard, and on the contrary, it got worse.
He pushes away Rong Luoyun's two rows of white teeth, pokes them in, and sucks them shamelessly with all his strength. Rong Luoyun's tongue is like the most secret bit of meat in a clam, hidden and tucked away, touching it can make you shy for a long time.
Huo Linfeng suppressed his breath: "Rong Luoyun." He suddenly called out the name and surname, which was neither gentle nor affectionate.
Rong Luoyun's eyes were dim, his mouth was open, his thin lips were wet and shiny, and his face was as red as a cherry fruit. With such an ecstatic look, he couldn't even answer his words, and it was difficult for him to focus his pupils.
But Rong Luoyun knew that Huo Linfeng had called him, so he folded his arms and tied them tighter like vines. Huo Linfeng nodded again, and rubbed the bead of Rong Luoyun's lips with the peak of his lips, in a nonchalant way, leaving when he seemed to be going deep, playing a good trick with one hand.
Rong Luoyun was so seduced that the deer touched his heart, he couldn't hear the wind and people's voices, he could only hear the pounding heartbeat in his chest. "Give it to me..." He mumbled unconsciously, trying to raise his face, and opened his mouth to hold Huo Linfeng's lips.
Suddenly, Huo Linfeng regained his strength, kissed and pressed tightly, and raised his hand to pinch Rong Luoyun's chin. "Xiao Rong," he called out again, his chest heaving violently against the opponent, and then breathed heavily, "Tongue."
Rong Luoyun's mind was in a state of confusion. Hearing this, he slowly and timidly stuck out the tip of his tongue, and suddenly, Huo Linfeng sucked him in, making him dizzy for a while, and completely softened into a puddle of water.
At this time, it should be a Wang Qiushui.
But this autumn water can't stop the surging spring waves.
Huo Linfeng hugged him so lingeringly that he kissed him so lingeringly that he turned all the vegetables into meat. He slowly turned around in an embracing posture, facing inward, and fell on the couch little by little.
She is no longer an innocent virgin, she fell in love and touched the bed, she should take off her clothes and reveal her flesh and blood, and have a close and intimate relationship. Huo Linfeng raised his eyelids lightly. Rong Luoyun was always ashamed at this joint, and his expression was the most beautiful.
Unexpectedly, when she entered her eyes, she saw Rong Luoyun frowning, as if she was in pain.
Huo Linfeng stopped and asked, "Does your leg hurt?"
Rong Luoyun pretended: "It doesn't hurt... I don't hurt."
The more this is the more provocative, Huo Linfeng suppressed himself and stood up a little: "I was reckless, and I almost made you suffer."
He was clear at first, but he lost his sense when he took a sip of the incense. This place is a military camp, and outside are the soldiers who obey his orders, no matter how seductive or stupid they are, they shouldn't just stay in the tent.
Rong Luoyun was lying flat, with his hands spread out, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with saliva from the entanglement. Gently wiped it away, and when the enthusiasm for that fascination was a little thinner, he turned over embarrassingly.
Huo Linfeng looked at Rong Luoyun's slumped waist, touched it, patted it, and stretched out a length of his clothes. When he slept when he was young, the maids and mothers around him always served him like this, he recalled learning it.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the scattered bundles, which were flat and collapsed, obviously there were not many things left. Huo Linfeng reached out, and first took out a scroll of paintings. The frame was familiar. When he unfolded it, it turned out to be the one hanging in the bedroom of his general's mansion.
He deliberately said: "Why is the painting of my General's Mansion in your hands?"
Rong Luoyun kept silent, Hongdou sent lovesickness, and thrush expressed his love. If he didn't have a painting in his hand, wouldn't it be impossible for him to dream about it every day
Huo Linfeng asked again: "Then you watch it every day?"
Rong Luoyun was annoyed by the question, and retorted: "What about the other one, do you read it every day?"
Huo Linfeng said: "Yes, I watch it every day."
Rong Luoyun snorted, full of arrogance: "When you are fighting, you have no skills, how do you do it?"
It's really hard to be fooled, and it's rare that Huo Linfeng can't argue, so he had to obediently admit: "Indeed, sometimes a dozen can last for days and nights, and there is no way out." He got up and walked towards the table. he's gone.
There was an iron box on the table. Huo Linfeng opened it, took out the painting scroll inside, and folded it back to the side of the couch. He put the two paintings together, and Linfeng and Luoyun reunited here in a perfect match.
He said: "I fought all the way to the Blue Lake and stayed there, but I didn't bring this portrait with me." It wasn't for forgetting, but it was intentional. "If it was folded there, the joint venture would perish, and the painting would also be destroyed. I don't want to bear it."
Rong Luoyun didn't care about the pain in his leg, so he got up and stared at Huo Linfeng in a daze. He was a person who was used to life and death, but he couldn't listen to that kind of words, lest it would become a prophecy.
"Don't, don't..." He was afraid, his words were not articulate, "Don't scare me."
Huo Linfeng made this anxious and cautious look amused, raised his hand to scrape the tip of Rong Luoyun's nose, and said, "You killed two of the Tuanhun Nine Pythons, who are showing off their might, why are you timid again?"
Rong Luoyun was indeed timid, but he was even more honest: "I was not that powerful at first, but thinking that the secret letter is about your life, I have nothing to fear."
For yourself, cherish your life, even if you want to survive for a while, but for the one you love, life and death can be ignored. Now that the secret letter was mentioned, Rong Luoyun said: "Chen Ruoyin will definitely contact Manzi, we need to translate the contents of the secret letter as soon as possible."
Huo Linfeng nodded and remained silent for a while, but in the end he couldn't get around the crux of the matter: "I can only go back home and show the secret letter to my father." There are no clothes.
He also became cautious and asked: "Come back with me and find an inn in the city, okay?"
Rong Luoyun asked back: "You dare not take me back home?"
Huo Linfeng said: "Yes, if I see my father, I am afraid that you will hurt him, and I am also afraid that you will think about the death of your parents and add to the pain." He said it without any concealment, without any falsehood, "The dilemma of loyalty and filial piety is already Besieged me for a long time."
Before, he took the initiative to pick out Ming Rong Luoyun's life experience, and confessed that he chose "loyalty" when he made a confession. Regardless of blood relationship, Huo Zhao is his biological father, and now, he has to choose "filial piety".
Rong Luoyun pulled the bag and opened it completely, and the eagle bone flute and "Nie Jing" fell out together. He looked at the flute, fearing that Huo Linfeng would abandon him again, and said: "I won't stay in the inn, I will follow you."
His eyes moved to the pages of the book, which was a birthday gift from his father and the only relic of his father. "For the time being..." He gritted his teeth, Chen Ruoyin will have a countermeasure if the chaos has not settled for a day, and Huo Linfeng's safety will be hidden. This letter is translated, and there may be the next one, the next one, Huo Zhao very important.
Rong Luoyun said: "I'll be good, I won't embarrass you for now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Linfeng hugged him roughly, expressing his gratitude with mixed joy and sorrow, almost strangling him to death. He couldn't help hugging back, the bird pecked at the food, the rain knocked on the window, and he licked Huo Linfeng's earlobe lightly and quickly.
After discussing and cleaning up, they left the camp and went back to the city.
Du Zheng was driving the carriage, Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun'an were in the carriage, the wolf cub was naughty, and grabbed the cushions under his body so that the lint flew away. As soon as he entered the city, Rong Luoyun pushed open the small window and looked outside curiously.
Suddenly, a restaurant passed by, with the words "Zhuoshaju" written on the plaque.
Back then, Huo Linfeng lied about "Eucommia" and came from Zhuosha Island, but now he really saw it. Hearing the music of qin, se and drums, Qing'e was leaning on a railing in front of a pavilion, and a bright red flag was tied to the railing, with the seal script "Xiaochuntai" embroidered on it.
Rong Luoyun sniffed lightly, the sweet and greasy fragrance of powder was the usual tone of Fengyuechang. He took a quick look at the flowers and asked, "Du Zheng, have you ever climbed Xiaochun Terrace?"
Huo Linfeng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, asking him around the corner. Du Zheng only cared about holding the reins, without thinking about it, he replied: "I have never boarded before, if the young master doesn't go, how can I get the honor?"
Rong Luoyun heard: "Young master never goes?"
That idiot Du Zheng said: "If you want to go, you can't go. If the Marquis or Eldest Young Master know about it, how many military sticks will you have to suffer if you are charged with corrupting the family style, being a dandy and incompetent?"
Rong Luoyun said: "So, you actually want to go?"
The ending was muffled in the palm of his hand, Huo Linfeng came from behind, and covered half of Rong Luoyun's face with his big hand. The other hand went down quietly, and squeezed on the side of the waist: "If you button your hat indiscriminately, if you are an official, you may end up in an unjust case."
Rong Luoyun hesitated, he really hesitated, unable to break free, leaning on the car curtain to let go, pouted and cupped Huo Linfeng's palm, even more shamelessly, sticking out the tip of his tongue to stab.
Wet, numb and crisp, the thick cocoon has lost its effect, and the pleasure in the palm is about to spread to the limbs. Huo Linfeng bumped hard from behind, with the intention of warning and threatening, and Rong Luoyun almost knocked against the window sill.
Even if it wasn't knocked, it still stuck, and the soft face was carved against the elm wood, and shallow marks were soon printed on it. Huo Linfeng was pressing and pressing behind him, which was much more tender than controlling an enemy, and much more ambiguous than capturing a thief.
He whispered: "This one is carved with a jujube tree, and the other is carved with a lotus seed, which symbolizes the early birth of a precious son." As he spoke, he almost touched Rong Luoyun's ear, "Xiao Rong, you Great, can you give me a son?"
Rong Luoyun blushed, shook his head, and moaned in pain as he rubbed his legs. Huo Linfeng couldn't hear the sound, and immediately softened, and let go of the other party's restraint.
"Bastard!" Rong Luoyun spat, panting, and raised his hand to rub the marks on his cheeks, only then did he see clearly that all the jujube trees and lotus seeds were Hu Yu, and the small window clearly carved plum blossoms!
At this time, the carriage swayed, stopped, and saw the mansion outside through the carved carvings.
Dingbei Hou Mansion, they have arrived.
Rong Luoyun's heart tightened suddenly, he put aside the anger when he was messing around, turned his face, and looked at Huo Linfeng in a daze. Huo Linfeng looked at him calmly. In this not-so-spacious car, the carvings were light-emitting, and Du Zheng's urging was outside, so he suddenly woke up in such a space.
He was not the only one who was besieged by Zhongxiao, so why not Rong Luoyun
If you don't avenge your closest relatives, you are ashamed of your parents under Jiuquan. He understood the embarrassment in Rong Luoyun's eyes, moved his lips, and said calmly: "Let's go in."
Rong Luoyun's feet were injured, so he jumped out of the carriage enduring the pain, and when he looked up, there seemed to be many people standing in the grand gate of the mansion. Those people also saw him, raised their necks curiously, looked at him from a distance, and couldn't help whispering.
Since the start of the war, Huo Linfeng hadn't come back yet, and when he showed up occasionally, the servants ran out to greet him. Just wondering who the other young master was, Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun walked up the steps to the door, and they all crossed the threshold.
"What are you doing stuck here?" Huo Linfeng was rarely unhappy, "It's over, let's go to work."
The crowd dispersed, and the maids walked in twos and threes, turning their heads quietly as they walked, peeping. Rong Luoyun lowered his eyes, avoiding every prying sight, and followed, stepping on pieces of flat bricks and stones.
He walked through countless halls and corridors, and when he arrived at a certain place, he caught a glimpse of the magnolia tree in Huo Linfeng's mouth from the corner of his eye. As they walked deeper and deeper, they passed another door, and the old housekeeper stood inside the door and called "Master".
Huo Linfeng turned around and said, "Why don't you go to my other garden first."
Rong Luoyun shook his head: "I want to see your father."
He couldn't avoid it, and he would meet him sooner or later. He also wanted to see what Huo Zhao, Marquis of Dingbei, was like. The butler didn't know what was going on, so he raised his arms and said, "It's sunny today, Master Hou was practicing in the inner courtyard just now."
Huo Linfeng had no other choice, he pursed his lips, and walked in with Rong Luoyun.
Stepping into the inner courtyard, all the yellow leaves in the courtyard were swept away by Huo Zhao's sword wind. In the shade, the freshly cooked snow needle tea was fragrant. Huo Zhao was sitting at the stone table, peeling a plate of mountain leaves with bare hands. Walnut.
Hearing the sound, Huo Zhao asked, "What are you doing when you come back?"
These words are cold and harsh, but the battle has not yet been fought, the enemy army has not been wiped out, neither dead nor disabled, according to his Ding Beihou's rules, he should stick to the army.
Ten steps away, Huo Linfeng stood upright but stiffly, and replied: "To intercept the barbarian's intelligence, I need my father to see it."
Huo Zhao peeled another one: "Where did you cut it?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "The Prime Minister's Mansion is in the hands of Chen Ruoyin."
As soon as these words came out, Huo Zhao finally reacted. Looking up, there was a strong majesty on the iron face. He cast his eyes on Huo Linfeng, frowned slightly, and saw that there seemed to be someone behind Huo Linfeng.
"Who is that?" Huo Zhao asked.
Huo Linfeng's legs were full of lead, and he took a heavy step away, revealing Rong Luoyun, his face was calm, and his eyes were like still water. With a click, Huo Zhao crushed the hickory nut in his hand, stood up, and looked at it in disbelief.
Eyebrows, demeanor, that out-of-this-world figure, everything is familiar, and it hits Huo Zhao's nerves like a heavy hammer.
After a long time, he asked: "... who is the young master?"
Rong Luoyun said: "My surname is Tang, and my single name is Heng."
The author has something to say: Xiaorong Mood Diary 6: Father, Mother, this time I failed to kill Chen Ruoyin to avenge you, next time I will definitely not let him go. Now that I have arrived in Saibei, it is so cold and dry here, why did you flee here in the first place? Also, I saw Huo Zhao, but... my feet hurt, let him go for now!