In front of the altar, Bai clasped her hands and knelt reverently. She was dressed plainly and had only a jade hairpin in her temple hair. On the table was enshrined a thick pile of scriptures, which she had copied by herself last night.
With a creak, the door of the Buddhist hall was pushed open, and the servants did not dare to disturb like this, it must be the one who made the decision in the house. "Ma'am," Huo Zhao called out, and walked in with a cloak, "Kneeling and praying for most of the day, my knee hurts."
Bai Shi didn't move when he heard the sound, and read quickly, and finished the last few sentences carefully. Opening his eyes and raising his eyes, Huo Zhao just stopped beside him, stretched out his hand, and picked her up from the futon.
"Master Hou, do you have a few words with the Buddha?" Bai said.
Huo Zhao smiled slightly: "I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, so instead of nagging the Buddha, I might as well talk to you for a while." He raised his hand to put on the cloak for Bai Shi, fastened it, and took the prayer beads between the fingers of the other party.
The two left the Buddhist hall side by side. It was still early, so they walked slowly along the corridor. After walking a little further away, making sure that the Buddha could not hear human voices, Bai said: "Linfeng always likes to speak nonsense in front of the Buddha, claiming to not believe it, so he is like your father."
Huo Zhao snorted, "I don't know that good things look like me, but this kind of thing does." As he spoke, his palm touched the edge of the cloak, and he flicked it calmly, holding Bai Shi's left hand underneath.
Outside the house under the blue sky and broad daylight, no matter how secretive the movements of the living people are, there is no way to hide them. Bai Shi was startled quietly, retracted his hands and did not dodge, so he struggled harder. Still unsuccessful, she whispered: "Master Hou, let the servants see the joke."
Huo Zhao asked: "Old husband and wife, what's so funny about holding hands?"
He clenched it tighter, fearing that the iron palm holding the sword would be inappropriate and hurt his delicate wife, so he loosened it a little more, but he was afraid that the opponent would pull it away, so he clenched it tighter again. After tossing around like this for a few times, he said helplessly: "Copying so many scriptures, my fingers are sore."
Going around and going around was to understand this, Bai said: "It doesn't hurt, it's just writing and writing, it's nothing." At the end of the corridor, he raised his skirt and went down three or two steps, and stepped into a small garden. That's all I can do as a mother."
Huo Zhao joked: "He is already twenty-three years old, and he will be twenty-four after winter. Isn't it embarrassing to call him a child?"
Bai said: "When Linfeng was at home, you always thought he was naughty. Now that he is in command in the army, you are here to pick on trivial thorns." He complained, but raised his hand to gather Huo Zhao's skirt.
When raising their heads during the movements, the eyes of the old couple and old wives meet unexpectedly, not like the turbulent blending of young people, quiet and heavy, like two smooth mirrors, illuminating each other's moods.
Bai said: "If Master Hou has any plans, please let me know."
Huo Zhao asked, "Why did Madam say that?"
A gust of wind blew past each other's shoulders with remnant red and faded green. Bai spread out his palm, caught a fallen petal, and said: "Flowers have a day to bloom again, and when they wither, there is no need to say goodbye, but people are different. It’s heaven and earth, Lord Hou, are you right?”
After asking this question, Huo Zhao remained silent for a long time, and finally recited Bai's boudoir name, Bicheng, with emotion.
"When you came to guard Saibei, you heard that my father was proficient in Turkic, so you came to my house every day to ask for advice." Bai said with a smile, "My father is bored and ordered me to teach you. Why, now you still want to hide it from me?"
How can the person next to the pillow hide it, Huo Zhao admits defeat and said, "You are still so confident when you peek at my secret letter."
In front of him was a rockery, with a pavilion on the top of the mountain, Huo Zhao hugged Bai Shi and climbed the steps together. There was no one else around, and Bai said: "The secret letter clearly has a date written on it. On the ninth day of the next month, on the Double Ninth Festival, Chi Na's army invaded. Why didn't Lord Hou inform Linfeng?"
What is important in war is to know yourself and the enemy. Human life is at stake. There is no reason to hide and delay. Climb to the last step, to the small pavilion on the top of the mountain, Bai Shi opened it up and said: "At that time, you don't want him to go at all, but you want to put down the chaos yourself, don't you?"
It's windy here, and the wide sleeves of the robe are constantly swaying. Huo Zhao turned sideways to shield his wife from the cold wind, and admitted, "Yes, I didn't intend to ask him to go." After all, it is his own flesh and blood.
"Chen Ruoyin is old and cunning. Since he is determined to kill Linfeng, he must be sure." Huo Zhao said, "If something really happens to Linfeng, shall we white-haired people send black-haired people? It's fine if we don't know. Now that I know, I A father must protect the child."
The palms and backs of the hands were full of flesh, Bai Shi couldn't make up his mind, and stared at Huo Zhao in a daze, speechless.
"Bicheng, I'm old, and I won't be able to guard Saibei for many years." Huo Zhao said in a deep voice, "But our children are still young, so it doesn't matter for others, it should be the same for long-term considerations."
Famous generals with gray hair and beauties who are old and late usually end up lonely. Bai's eyes turned red, as if she was so cold and the wind was blowing, she couldn't help shaking slightly, her voice trembling: "Master Hou, I have followed you for decades, I still have the courage."
But no matter how brave you are, no one can take it lightly when your loved ones are in danger. Bai said: "You have always taught Jinghai and Linfeng to fight with the heart of death, so this time..."
Huo Zhao replied, "It's the same this time."
He gently hugged Bai Shi, and said: "My martial arts are far above Linfeng, so my winning rate is naturally higher." Only Shuangfeiyan.
"If I lose." Huo Zhao said in a low voice, "If I die in battle, my life will be considered a worthy death."
Bai's eyes were open, and there was water in them, precariously hanging on the eyelids. Huo Zhao hugged her tighter, as if he was relieved: "There is nothing to regret at this age, I was going to tell you, but you have been hiding in the Buddhist hall to recite scriptures these two days and ignored me."
After all, the tears did not stay, dripping down the face, Bai choked up and said: "Master Hou, the scriptures are copied for you, and the scriptures are also prayed for you." Uncontrollably, he sobbed, "I know I know..."
Huo Zhao said with a smile, "With you like this, then I will be able to triumph."
The two spent nearly an hour on the top of the mountain, and it was suddenly cold later, so they supported each other down the mountain. The housekeeper had been searching for a long time, and came to report, the army sent back the news, and at the second moment of Shenshi, both sides died down.
Bai asked, "Are the two generals injured?"
"Go back to madam, everything is well." The housekeeper replied, and then said, "Master Hou, Wu Ying is here."
Huo Zhao nodded, first he personally sent Mrs. Bai back to the main garden, and then went to Nuan Pavilion, and saw Zhang Weiren dressed as a wealthy family. As he got closer, there was a fragrance of powder in his nostrils, presumably he had entered that Xiaochun Terrace.
Fengyuechang has always been crowded with people, and it is impossible to hide secrets. How many prostitutes can earn more money by selling news than selling themselves. In the past, there was an allusion of "Hu Nu looking for love", which means that a barbarian woman sinks into prostitution, but in fact she is seeking information.
"Report to Lord Hou," Zhang Weiren said first, "After two days of investigation, there are no bearded women in Xiaochun Terrace, and there are no barbarians in the benefactors. However, there is a group of people who are generous and have stayed in Xiaochun Terrace for a month. More than enough."
After a long time, Huo Zhao asked, "Are you sure?"
Zhang Weiren replied: "This is what the servant girl said, it will only take longer if it is more accurate."
Huo Zhao asked again: "Who is it?"
Zhang Weiren said: "A businessman named Runshang, but he did not move for more than a month, each with a sword and saber, once a disagreement caused a death in Xiaochuntai."
Huo Zhao asked, "Where are the two hidden guards, are you with them now?"
Zhang Weiren shook his head: "At midnight last night, two secret guards from the Prime Minister's Mansion left the city and went south, and they probably went back to Chang'an." He patted his sleeves lightly, panicked because of the greasy powder on his sleeves, "Master Hou, those people They have different accents, and they look like pies rather than officials."
If they are not officials, they are from the rivers and lakes, and if they have the financial resources to stay in the Golden Cave for so long, they are the people from the rivers and lakes who have been hired by officials. Huo Zhao ordered: "Take some people to watch secretly. The closer you are to Chongyang, the more vigilant you must be."
Zhang Weiren took the order to do it, retreated to the door and turned around, a little red light leaked in from the door panel opening and closing.
The day was coming to an end, and the sky was as red as if soaked in blood.
There is a blue lake in the desert, surrounded by green forest three miles away, and the camp of Dingbei Army is stationed in the forest. On the high tower of the gate of the camp, the officers and men on duty were occupied by doves and magpies' nests, and hid in the corner silently.
The soldiers reminded: "Young master, be careful, don't fall."
Rong Luoyun didn't care at all: "It's okay, I won't fall to my death." He was wearing a neat bunt and a small bun, like a soldier who just joined the army, "Since the truce, why hasn't the general returned?"
The soldier said: "The general must be fast if he walks alone, but the whole team will be slower."
Saying so, Rong Luoyun's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said in surprise: "I'm back!" He broke the rules, and regarded the serious Dingbei Army as his disciple of the Uncommon Palace, and pulled hard, "Look quickly!" , the general is back! Blow the horn!"
The soldier hurriedly agreed, and with a flash in front of his eyes, the young man had already jumped off the tower. Rong Luoyun landed lightly, and before he could stand still, he ran out quickly, waving the small flag pulled down from the tower in his hand.
Facing the wind and riding the wind, the silver-gray armor gallops at the forefront of the team under the afterglow of the sunset. From a distance, he saw how excited Rong Luoyun was, and raised the Cassia Sword in Yang's hand in response.
"Hoo!" Huo Linfeng reined in the reins as he approached the camp, and said, "Return to the camp for repairs, and wait for the command of the deputy commander."
People and horses entered the camp one after another, and the footsteps were accompanied by waves of dust. After the others had left, Rong Luoyun immediately stepped forward, pulled the reins as if he owed his hand, and asked, "Why don't you go in?"
Huo Linfeng stretched out his hand and answered the wrong question: "Come up."
Rong Luoyun said: "What are you doing, I won't run around." As he said this, his hands were put on his hands, and he straddled the horse in the blink of an eye. Huo Linfeng was behind him, his armor was cold and hard, making his back ache.
The horse's head turned around and ran towards the east. Huo Linfeng covered Rong Luoyun's lower abdomen with his palm, pressed it evilly, and said, "You don't run around, but you are making a fuss on the tower."
Rong Luoyun was a little embarrassed: "Did you see it?"
Huo Linfeng still had that little vision, and asked, "You've come to the camp for four days, what do you think the people below say about you?"
Rong Luoyun was stunned, he didn't know him well two days ago, and he fought with the Qincha tribe in the past two days, what's the matter, can he still pay attention to him? He didn't know, turned his face slightly and looked at him from the corner of his eye: "Praise me for being handsome?"
Huo Linfeng lowered his head and knocked lightly on the back of this guy's head, saying: "The wind and sand in the desert have made you thick-skinned." Riding faster, accompanied by the whistling wind, "Some say you are a military adviser, some say you are Relatives of the Huo family, in my opinion..."
Rong Luoyun asked: "What are you looking at?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "In my opinion, no matter how unrestrained you are, I watched with affection when I went out to battle, and I was overjoyed when I returned to the camp. I waited eagerly, and occasionally even talked back and acted like a spoiled child. I'm afraid people will think there is something wrong with you."
Rong Luoyun stared at Ma Mane blushingly, he was so frivolous? Thinking about it for a moment, it seems that it is indeed so frivolous... Then, he whispered: "If there is a problem, it doesn't hinder other people's business. I am happy to have problems."
General Huo was ironing in his heart, but he wanted to say something bad: "The more shameless you are."
Arriving at the place in words, looking around, I saw a piece of blue lake water. If it is said that Lingbi Tang has the same green meaning, the blue lake here is even more unique in the world.
Rong Luoyun was dumbfounded, ignored Huo Linfeng's push, and didn't even notice that he was being carried off the horse. As soon as he landed, he ran to the lake on the thin golden sand, and was dazzled by the crystal light on the lake.
After a while, he asked, "Can I drink it?"
Huo Linfeng laughed: "Drink quickly, I'm going down to take a shower."
Hearing this, Rong Luoyun pursed his lips, hesitated for two steps, and then untied the knot of his clothes. This action was to go into the water and take a bath together. Seeing this, Huo Linfeng stripped off his armor and strode forward, clamped the person with one hand, and stepped into the lake with a jolt.
After being exposed to the sun all day, the lake was not too cold, and when it was chest deep, Huo Linfeng put Rong Luoyun down. Unexpectedly, Rong Luoyun clung to him, untied his little bun and let it float, looking like a wave.
"What are you doing?" Huo Linfeng asked.
Rong Luoyun replied: "I have no shame."
He entangled even tighter, soaked in the lake water, slippery, and moved flesh to flesh behind Huo Linfeng. As if carrying on his back, he leaned on that shoulder and kicked his legs, forcing the two of them to swim out.
Gradually getting deeper, Rong Luoyun fainted: "I'm a little scared."
Huo Linfeng waited for this sentence, turned over and opened his hands, hugging Rong Luoyun securely. The palms were holding the two buttocks under the water, even if they rubbed them heavily, Rong Luoyun didn't dare to refuse at this moment.
There was hot water in the camp, so there was no reason to come here to take a bath, Rong Luoyun endured the embarrassment and asked, "Do you want to..."
Huo Linfeng said, "Baby, take a good look at this lake."
Rong Luoyun was overwhelmed by the "baby thing", so he didn't know that when he looked at the lake, his eyes were wet and glued to Huo Linfeng's body. "What do you want," he said almost like a sacrifice, "...it's fine."
Huo Linfeng said: "I want you to use the water of the lake to design a game to help me kill the enemy."
Rong Luoyun was stunned: "That's it?"
Huo Linfeng nodded: "Otherwise, what else?"
Rong Luoyun blushed and shook his head: "No, it's nothing." He agreed, lowered his eyes and lowered his head, and pursed his lips without embarrassment.
Fortunately, he thought... Forget it, Saibei's stinky soldiers are really boring.