Qiuyang only had a little sign of going down, and the maids lined up to serve the food while it was still bright. Three dishes of cold dishes, five dishes of hot dishes, two dishes of sweet snacks, one cup of soup, and one bowl of rice.
Rong Luoyun sat at the table with the wolf cubs in his arms, not moving much, and stopped the maids from filing in and out, and then swept the round table, it was full, and the fragrance made me want to sneeze.
When Du Zheng came in to prepare vegetables, Rong Luoyun finally met an acquaintance and asked, "Why did you cook so much?"
Du Zheng was dreaming of being rich and honored, and deliberately said: "Is this much? The rules of the Marquis Mansion are like this." Putting the bowls and chopsticks on the table, filling the rice and soup, "Second Palace Mistress, you were originally the daughter of the Taifu Mansion in Chang'an City. It’s no worse than the Hou Mansion.”
The good days seventeen years ago, when I was young, how can I remember clearly. Rong Luoyun stroked the wolf cub's ears and said, "It's nothing compared to the splendor of the Hou Mansion."
Du Zheng handed over the steaming hot towel: "Don't hold this little thing, wash your hands and eat." He knew what Rong Luoyun was thinking, "The young master will discuss with the eldest young master, and the second palace master will eat first. This meal is specially for you. You prepared."
Rong Luoyun asked, "Specially for me?"
Du Zheng said: "No, it's not time for dinner, Lord Hou reckoned that you've been hungry for a long time, so he personally ordered the kitchen to cook these."
Saibei is dry in autumn, this table is small and thick, obviously put a lot of thought into Rong Luoyun's taste, and there are two dishes from Chang'an and Jiangnan. Knowing the reason, Rong Luoyun raised his hands, not knowing how to move his chopsticks for a moment.
While they were dying, someone outside called the young master, and Huo Linfeng came back.
As soon as he walked into the room with long legs, Huo Linfeng said: "Hey, it smells so good." He sat down with his hands clean, and sat beside Rong Luoyun, "Why don't you eat, wait for me?"
Rong Luoyun nodded: "Have you finished talking with your elder brother?"
Huo Linfeng said "Yes", he went to see Huo Jinghai, and talked about the secret letter and the return to camp tomorrow. Thinking of returning to the camp, he asked, "Du Zheng, have you done what I ordered you to do?"
How dare Du Zheng be negligent, he ran all over the city in the afternoon, buying ordinary clothes, riding uniforms, winter clothes, cloaks, boots, socks and water bags. He asked: "All according to the size of the Second Palace Mistress, young master, the Second Palace Mistress will also go to the barracks?"
Huo Linfeng said: "Nonsense, could it be possible to stay in the mansion to chat with you?"
Rong Luoyun smiled with his bowl in his hand, saw Du Zheng looking at him, and when he finished chewing a steamed crab, saw Du Zheng still looking at him, his eyes were full of temptation, as if he was about to speak but stopped talking.
He asked, "What's the matter?"
Du Zheng asked back: "Second Palace Mistress, are you really planning to marry my young master?"
The words were so embarrassing, the two closed the door and whispered, it was okay, it was very funny for others to ask. Huo Linfeng pretended to be deaf and dumb, and just lowered his head to eat, as if he was very hungry.
Rong Luoyun originally wanted to pretend to be stupid, but he was ashamed, but he became even more curious: "No? Or do you think it's ridiculous?"
Du Zheng has always said bluntly: "Of course it's ridiculous! The young master is not a daughter who has not left the cabinet, so why would you want it!" Besides, he moved closer, intending to whisper in Rong Luoyun's ear, "Since ancient times, broken sleeves have been quiet, so how can you not?" There is a blatant reason."
Huo Linfeng became angry with embarrassment, his face sank, and he kicked this incomprehensible boy out.
There was no one waiting in the house, the doors and windows were closed, and there was a sudden silence. Rong Luoyun glanced at Huo Linfeng calmly, unable to tell the other party's mood, so he picked up a red bean on the cake and put it in the other party's bowl.
Huo Linfeng stared at the red spot in the white rice, remained silent for a while, and gently fiddled with it with the tip of the chopsticks.
It was dusk outside the door, and the afterglow came in every now and then, orange-red light spots dotted around, and it was so gorgeous that it didn't look like a serious person. When the orange red gradually turned bright red, Huo Linfeng picked up the red bean and took it in. It was cold, but sweeter and sweeter.
He said: "Rong Luoyun, if you want me or not, I will not be someone else's. We all know it well. The reason you retreated to that situation is because you care about me, but you haven't made up your mind yet, which means you The hurdle in my heart is still not over."
Now it was Rong Luoyun's turn to be silent, there were only a few grains of rice left, and he chewed long and slowly, Huo Linfeng turned his head to look at him, took his bowl, replaced it with a soup, and said, "Look, so It's easy to do, and it's back to its original shape in one sentence."
Rong Luoyun looked at Wan Yan'er, not wanting to show timidity, nor did he want to say this: "Then don't hit me again."
The very aggrieved tone was faintly resentful, as if he had really been beaten. Huo Linfeng's heart was irritated by this sentence and softened by the sunset glow, so he changed his mind and said, "Well, let's not talk about it until this battle is over."
The meal was finished, the sky was completely dark, until late at night when it was time to take a shower and get into bed, Rong Luoyun never stepped out of the room. This place is different from the general's mansion in Xiganling, he feels cautious, whether it is master or servant, he is so thin-skinned that he is afraid of bumping into others.
After taking a bath, Rong Luoyun sat cross-legged at the end of the bed with wet hair, and there were several clothes scattered on the mattress, which Huo Linfeng ordered Du Zheng to buy for him. Moon white ones, cyan ones, according to his usual preferences, and there are a few dark and thick ones after the wind and sand in the army.
He folded them one by one, and from inside the last shirt, he took out a small white porcelain jar, half the size of a palm, tightly closed, and when it opened, it was filled with snow-white ointment, exuding the fragrance of orchids.
Rong Luoyun lowered his head and looked at it, as if he had seen something similar on his sister's makeup mirror, could it be painted? He got off the bed barefoot, stepped on the thick blanket and ran to the door of the small room, fixed his eyes for a while: "Oh!"
Huo Linfeng just got out of the bath, naked, and was wiping with a cloth towel. Hearing the sound, he looked towards the door and said, "I was the one who was looked at. What are you doing?"
Rong Luoyun lowered his eyes and stared at the carpet, the patterns on the carpet were entwined, one flower led to another, this branch hooked up with that branch, so, his eyes wandered forward from under his feet, and saw Huo Linfeng's wet feet , can't help but go up, slender calves, two knees, strong thighs...
"Where are you looking?" Huo Linfeng asked.
Suddenly, Rong Luoyun rolled his eyes away, with a guilty and terrified look like a frightened bird. "No, I didn't look at anything." He just remembered, holding the porcelain pot in both hands, "What is this?"
Huo Linfeng wiped it all over. He didn't touch the pajamas and pants that he had prepared earlier, but pulled a slippery silk robe from the pear wooden stand. Put it on, so loose, it almost hangs down when you approach the other party.
Rong Luoyun couldn't control his peripheral vision, and couldn't suppress his hot face. When Huo Linfeng approached him, he stared at his chest dripping with water. Obviously feasting on his eyes, he said hypocritically: "If you don't wear good clothes, how decent is it?"
Huo Linfeng fanned his clothes on purpose, and moved closer. The hot and humid air around him was overwhelming. He looked at the man in front of him who was yelling to catch the thief, and asked, "Mr. Tang, what kind of manners are you sneaking at my crotch?"
Rong Luoyun was startled suddenly, what Mr. Tang, it seemed that his father, mother, and younger brother could all hear him, and wanted to scold him for ruining the Tang family's style. He said stiffly: "What nonsense, what am I going to do with that thing of yours?"
Huo Linfeng said: "You can do whatever you want." As expected, Rong Luoyun turned around in embarrassment, her long hair flicked past her, very scratchy. He stretched out his hand to stop him, hooked his legs and hugged his back, and strode out of the small room.
At a distance of eight or nine steps, to the side of the bed, the whole body of flesh and blood in his arms fell over and rolled, and he was planted in the bed skin-to-skin. On the table, in front of the window, and next to the cabinet, red candles were burning on gilt lamp stands, and three or two gauze lanterns were shining brightly, so bright that one could see each other's expressions with the eyes of their pupils.
Rong Luoyun lay on his back, covering Huo Linfeng vainly, begging in a low voice: "Blow the lamp..."
That's a servant's job, how could the young master be willing to do it: "Blow it out, how do you look like you?" He raised his hand and pulled lightly, and two layers of hazy gauze fell down, but he felt even more ambiguous and indescribable.
Huo Linfeng opened the lid of the porcelain jar, and said, "This thing is called Fulan Ointment. It's dry and cold in northern Saibei, so I'm afraid it will make your little face rough." Dab it on Rong Luoyun's cheeks with his fingertips. On the forehead, and the tip of the nose.
This is something for women, and Rong Luoyun didn't like it, but Huo Linfeng rubbed his face with his own hands, how could he say "no"? Thin lips moved, and said the next sentence: "Du Zheng is really not good at work, and I need to help you buy this."
Huo Linfeng said: "You care about him, and I'll go and buy it myself after discussing with the elder brother." Leaning down, he said, "The best shop in the city is called 'Full House Joy', does it sound good?"
Rong Luoyun's face was full of fragrance at this moment: "It sounds good." Suddenly, Huo Linfeng unloaded his strength on him, and the other side was fine, but his hip bones were pinched by something. However, Huo Linfeng was shameless and asked, "Isn't the word joy of fish and water nice?"
His face was red and his ears were red. He obviously didn't do anything, but he seemed to be ashamed and ruthless. His waist was a little itchy, Huo Linfeng lifted the lapel of his pajamas, and when he lifted it, his white body was exposed under the orange candlelight.
Rong Luoyun mentioned it again: "Blowing the lamp..."
Huo Linfeng lowered his head and held his thin lips, groped Rong Luoyun's waistband, and said vaguely: "Let me first see if the roots of my legs are still red, how can I see if I blow on the lights?"
The bed pants and the obscene pants were taken off little by little, Rong Luoyun endured his shyness, but obediently did not move at all. He was so naive, like a tender melon, asking: "Are you still popular?"
Huo Linfeng stared down, covering up the spark in his eyes: "It's still red."
Rong Luoyun hesitated and said: "Then... don't bully me anymore?"
Huo Linfeng's blood was flowing backwards, and he looked up with a smile against the strength of the beast: "It's red, it's more attractive." He pressed it again, and fixed Rong Luoyun's hands on the top of his head, "Also, it turns out that it's called bullying you. Why don't I bully others in the future?"
Rong Luoyun said anxiously: "How dare you! I'll kill you..." The deterrent force was approaching zero, and he himself realized it, "Talking too much is useless."
Huo Linfeng couldn't bear it any longer, turned his face to the side, lowered his head to kiss Luoyun's ear, and at the same time dug out a piece of grease with his hand. His thin lips pressed behind his ears, his breath caused a tremor, and he said, "Rong Luoyun, you were not like this in your dream."
Unable to stop sweating, Rong Luoyun murmured, "What?"
Huo Linfeng said: "In the dream, you kissed me like crazy, and you rode on me and twisted around."
Hu Yu, Rong Luoyun wanted to retort, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He raised his hand and climbed onto Huo Linfeng's shoulder, trembling, tilting his head up and panting lightly. He felt that Huo Linfeng was so fierce, even more fierce than before, and he ignored him, as if he was taking his anger out on him.
"General..." he shouted indiscriminately, "Young Master..."
The slippery silk robe was draped around his body like waves of light, Huo Linfeng bowed his head against Rong Luoyun's forehead, and with a deep voice, he let out his eyes full of pity: "Xiao Heng."
Rong Luoyun was startled, and acted coquettishly: "Call me again...call me again!"
Huo Linfeng yelled over and over again, "Xiaoheng, Xiaoheng, the heavy bed made noises, disturbing the calmness of the room. Rong Luoyun closed his arms and hugged her tightly, and murmured with distracted eyes: "You are only allowed to call like that."
Huo Linfeng was keenly aware of the inadvertent sentence: "Could it be that there are still people calling you that?"
Rong Luoyun unconsciously said: "Third Prince."
Huo Linfeng said: "With him? With a little old friendship, what can we get close to?" Holding Rong Luoyun, he sat up, stroked his back, and leaned closely.
Rong Luoyun clutched his lower abdomen and twitched slightly, it was already soft into a puddle, outside, Du Zheng brought two bowls of hot soup to soothe the nerves, and he could only hear the crying and screaming for a long time, it's still comforting his mother's mind.
At the end of the hour, Huo Linfeng hugged Rong Luoyun and collapsed on the pillow again, dripping with sweat, his chest still heaving unceasingly. After a long time, he calmed down and said, "I haven't told you that you will travel to Chang'an alone. In the future, don't take risks alone again."
Rong Luoyun's voice was hoarse: "The third child accompanied me, and he contributed both money and effort, and he helped a lot this time."
Huo Linfeng said with a smile: "The Lord of the Third Palace is such a money fanatic, he must be very distressed. I have to thank him very much when I see him next time."
Rong Luoyun said slowly: "I have thanked you, Prince Rui gave me a jade ring, which is priceless, and I will pass it on to the third child." He was extremely tired, and closed his eyes drowsily, not seeing Huo Linfeng's expression Variety.
Well done, for no reason, what kind of jade ring to give
What's more, why do men give daggers, swords, and the four treasures of the study, things that stick to the skin and ring around the fingers
That name can only be called by him, and that ring can only be worn by him.
In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, there was a rustle in the main courtyard of the Hou Mansion. Bai Shi was startled by a dream, leaned slightly, and pushed the person next to the pillow. Huo Zhao woke up, lifted the bed curtain and asked, "What's the matter?"
The servant girl outside the bedroom said: "Master Hou, madam, the second young master is here."
Just as he was talking, Huo Linfeng dressed neatly and opened the door to enter the room early in the morning, which was really against the rules. Unexpectedly, he went straight to the mirror stage and sat there with a big face.
Huo Zhaonahan: "Ni Zi, why are you crazy?"
Huo Linfeng looked at Mrs. Bai: "Mother, grandma passed you a pair of jade bracelets and a jade ring. Can you give me the jade ring?"
Bai was at a loss: "When you marry your elder brother in the future, the mother will pass it on to the daughter-in-law, what do you want it to do now?"
Huo Linfeng said: "I want to give it to Rong Luoyun."
Such a straight-forward attack stunned the two elders for a moment, Huo Zhao was the first to come back to his senses, thinking, is that child who likes jade rings? That's right, the ones bought from outside are not as valuable as the family heirlooms, let alone this kind of heart.
"Ma'am," Huo Zhao said, "If that's the case, give it to him."
In the other garden, Rong Luoyun was sleeping soundly alone, unaware that the barbarian had been plotting for half a night, and had the audacity to deceive his own parents early in the morning, and when he woke up to ask for the white jade ring, he would offer him an engagement.
If you catch him, you will never regret it.