The imperial decree arrived at Dingbeihou's mansion leisurely, like a cliché, ordering Huo Linfeng to enter Chang'an to face the saint, and to receive the reward for his meritorious deeds. After the family knelt on the ground and listened, thanked the emperor for his kindness, Huo Linfeng caught the shaft of Ling Jin.
"My lord, the journey is hard, let's rest in the mansion." Huo Jinghai waved his hand, leading the way, and personally took the official to make arrangements.
Huo Linfeng supported Bai Shi, and walked into the big house. Before reaching the door, he saw Rong Luoyun's figure inside through the gaps in the carvings. For some reason, even though there was a charcoal fire burning in the room, he felt Rong Luoyun trembling.
Squeak, Huo Linfeng pushed open the door, and saw it clearly, Rong Luoyun pursed his lips and stared, showing a look of panic. He helped Bai Shi into the room, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, are you feeling unwell?"
Rong Luoyun shook his head, trying to say that he was fine, but he couldn't say it anyway.
Bai Shi also noticed something strange, and called out: "Wan Sheng, add some charcoal fire, and bring over a bowl of hot ginseng soup." After ordering, close the door to block out the cold, "Is it cold?"
Rong Luoyun still shook his head, hiding his hands in his sleeves, clenched until his knuckles turned white. He has always been brave and fearless, not to mention he was fine just now, it is really worrying that he has lost his color at this moment.
Huo Linfeng said to Bai Shi: "Mother, you are here, I guess he is too embarrassed to talk about it."
He stepped forward and hugged Rong Luoyun, walked in, entered the inner door to a small corridor in a section of the room. The corridors that are several steps long are exceptionally quiet and narrow, with three or four pear wooden shelves, and fresh plums in jade vases on the shelves.
When there was no one around, Huo Linfeng turned around and asked face to face: "What's the matter, tell me—"
Before the end sound came out, Rong Luoyun leaned over on his back, and the young swallows rushed in front of him like they were looking for a nest, and he hugged him, the body under his hands was thin and submissive, shivering, it wasn't cold, it could only be fear.
Huo Linfeng's worries suddenly increased: "Xiao Rong, talk."
Rong Luoyun leaned his face sideways on Huo Linfeng's shoulder, his eyes were unbiased, and he just happened to cast his eyes on the plum tree. After a long while, he said dully: "I'm scared." Afraid that Huo Linfeng wouldn't understand, he explained clumsily, "When the imperial decree came, I was frightened, I thought..."
He thought that after seventeen or eighteen years, he would not be so afraid, but he didn't expect to overestimate himself.
Huo Linfeng suddenly came to his senses, and moved his palms to press and rub the back of Rong Luoyun's neck gently, like stroking a frightened darling. The knot in his heart needs to be untied, so he asked without hesitation: "Your family suffered changes back then, did you take over the imperial decree?"
Rong Luoyun froze suddenly: "I was also dressed like that, and brought the guards into the mansion to announce the decree." The memory was like a wave, and the dial was painful, "I didn't understand it at the time, but after reading the decree, That group drew their knives and drew their swords, killing people in the house..."
It was only when I grew up that I realized that what I said was "rebellion and injustice" and what I said was "shoot to kill".
Rong Luoyun was only five years old at the time, and watched with his own eyes the servants in the mansion die under the knife, the servants, the ones calling for the young master, their lives turned into pools of blood. Then he was separated from his parents and was sent away overnight. He almost died in fear all the way, and never saw his parents again in this life.
Huo Linfeng's heart ached, he nodded and turned his face, and kissed Rong Luoyun's ear comfortingly. He kissed lightly and closely, pecking little by little on this trembling body.
This tenderness can cure all kinds of cold poisons, Rong Luoyun absorbed it, and begged indiscriminately: "More."
Huo Linfeng held that face with one hand, kissed Luoyun's cheeks, the corners of his eyes, and even stroked Rong Luoyun's thin eyelids with his lips. Tong Ren'er was oppressed, and Rong Luoyun's eyes were white and vermilion, as if blooming. Like a greedy child, he rubbed back and forth on Huo Linfeng's palm, opened his lips slightly, and raised his chin to send it up.
Huo Linfeng held him in his arms, twisted his four lips together, bumped his teeth, entangled his tongue, and made the sound of water slipperily. Fortunately, Samuume is in bud, if it is in full bloom, it will be broken off on the branch in shame.
After a little separation, Rong Luoyun's face was flushed with pink, light leaked from the carved window, and a stamen-shaped spot of light fell on his face, like a sentimental little mole. Huo Linfeng couldn't move his eyes, rubbed the corner of Rong Luoyun's mouth with his fingertips, and hoarse: "With me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything in the future."
Rong Luoyun lowered his eyes, bit his fingertips lightly, and responded as if smearing honey.
Huo Linfeng secretly said "enemy", tightened his other hand, and asked, "Why are you still trembling?"
Rong Luoyun whispered, "I want you to kiss me."
Huo Linfeng's laughter sounded in the silent corridor, deep and deep, plucking the thin strings in his heart, the two bodies were already warm, and when they were separated, it made people very reluctant to part. Rong Luoyun turned to face Li Mujia, avoiding the other party's entangled eyes, and even raised his hand to play with Mei, pretending not to be ashamed.
Huo Linfeng is really a brutal soldier who doesn't know how to cherish flowers. Standing by the side, he stretched out his hand to pick up a flower, and said, "Rong Luoyun loves me."
Rong Luoyun was startled: "In the blue sky and daylight, what the hell..."
Huo Linfeng plucked another flower: "Rong Luoyun doesn't love me."
He was endless, picking flowers one after another, repeating whether he loved me or not, within a short while, the jade vase was empty, and the ground was covered with broken plums.
"...Love me." Seeing the last flower left, Huo Linfeng grabbed it, "Don't love me."
Rong Luoyun was so stupid, he stepped forward to the side of the pear wooden frame, and looked into the jade vase, for fear of missing anything. But Hanzhi was already bald, and he used flower fortune-telling to calculate that the relationship had broken down. He was at a loss, and said annoyedly: "What shit, I love you so much."
The old halo has not disappeared, and now a new one has been added.
Huo Linfeng was so bad, he just waited for this sentence, and after hearing this, he felt relieved, and turned his hands, revealing the flower hidden in his palm. Rong Luoyun was caught in a trap, so ashamed that he punched fiercely, chasing Huo Linfeng from the porch to the small hall.
In the room on the other side of the hall, Mrs. Bai heard the movement and called out: "Come and drink soup."
Rong Luoyun stopped in an instant, feeling guilty, and wiped his mouth vigorously with the back of his hand. At that time, he was begging for sex pitifully, but now he thought he was kissing so hard, which made his thin lips turn red.
The two entered the room step by step. Bai looked over, looked at Rong Luoyun's expression, and then passed Rong Luoyun to see Huo Linfeng smiling, and knew that nothing had happened. She didn't want to ask more questions, she said: "Drink the ginseng soup while it's hot."
"Thank you, auntie." Rong Luoyun sat down and sipped from a bowl.
Huo Linfeng picked up another bowl, and drank it up with his neck raised, like drinking wine. Bai's heart was completely relieved, and he said with emotion: "As soon as I returned today, the imperial decree arrived. I really don't have a day off."
Now that the imperial decree has come, they need to leave in these two days, which is really a bit of a hurry. Wan Sheng was waiting on the side, and said: "Master's birthday is coming soon, it seems that he can't wait for it, and I don't know if he can make it back to celebrate the new year."
After going to Chang'an, it is uncertain whether he will return or not. Huo Linfeng looked at Bai Shi, and he couldn't say parting words during the reunion, afraid that Bai Shi would be sad. However, he underestimated his mother, Bai Shi had already expected it, and turned to Wan Sheng and said: "Little girl is shallow-minded, only thinking about trivial things that don't matter."
As soon as Huo Linfeng understood, he called out "Mother".
Bai said: "Linfeng, the most important thing." With a soft voice lowered, she urged, "The lives of the common people were sacrificed in this battle, the lives of the soldiers were sacrificed, the lives of Tang Zhen and his wife, and now your father's life, what do you want? Remember it."
Huo Linfeng nodded: "Yes, I remember everything."
Bai said: "This time I'm going to Chang'an, the traitor must be punished, the evil must be eradicated, and we must not slack off."
Huo Linfeng promised: "Mother, don't worry."
Having said so much, there is no need to say any more, Bai Shi smiled slightly: "Wan Sheng, bring the things."
The little maid went to the cabinet and took out a bundle of bundles, untied the knot, and inside was a hand-warming cotton bag, steaming, filled with new cotton, the inner layer was fluffy gray rabbit fur, the outer layer was black brocade, embroidered Holding a vivid white tiger.
"Try it," Bai handed it to Rong Luoyun, "just use it when you leave."
Rong Luoyun took it, and he was flattered by such a meticulously made object. His hands were stuffed in from both sides, and it was warmed up immediately.
"Thank you, auntie." He seemed unbelievable, "I said it casually that day, but I actually did it for me."
Bai said with a smile, "I finished it a few days ago, and I'm just waiting for you to come back from the barracks." She looked at the white tiger, "You say that the Huo family's tiger and wolf soldiers, embroidered this, would be a good match."
Rong Luoyun's eyes showed panic, and he was so timid that he didn't know what to reply for a moment. However, Bai changed the subject, took out another item in the bag, a pair of thick padded boots, and said, "Linfeng, this is for you."
Huo Linfeng caught it: "Thank you mother, I will change it when I go back."
Bai smiled: "Then go back and have a rest, and pack your luggage."
Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun left and walked around to the small garden. At this time, all the flowers withered, only the plum blossoms were in full bloom. Hongmei is wrapped in white snow, flirtatious meets Qingli, no one is willing to forgive anyone.
Rong Luoyun stopped to look greedily, and said, "The scenery is so beautiful."
Huo Linfeng said: "It's not bad, it's far less beautiful than Magnolia."
Rong Luoyun caused trouble: "Why has it changed, shouldn't it be said that she is not as beautiful as me?"
"..." Huo Linfeng choked, he really spoiled this thin-skinned thing, he dared to pout his lips to be bullied, and he dared to say shameless nonsense in the garden.
"Yes, you are beautiful." He said, "It's a pity that Xiaochun Terrace is closed, otherwise with your appearance, the oirans there would feel ashamed."
Rong Luoyun knew it was sarcasm, and wanted to smash it, but he was reluctant to take his hand out of the cotton bag, so he could only struggle. Huo Linfeng's hands were cold, jealous, and envious, he stretched out his hand and said: "Beauty, let me be warm too."
Rong Luoyun quickly hid: "Dream!"
He ran away in a hurry, his dangling wide sleeves were pulled by Huo Linfeng, almost staggered and fell, chased, bypassed the plum trees in the garden, and ran to the other garden on the broken snow.
"Young Master." By the archway, I met three or five servants by chance.
Rong Luoyun stopped, with an embarrassing look, as if he was caught and raped by others. Huo Linfeng was calm, he waved his hand, and the crooked neck pine poked out a part of the door, and took advantage of the situation to remove the snow from the pine tip.
When the others left, he wrapped his snowball and said, "Stop making trouble, let's go."
With his head down, Rong Luoyun walked forward steadily, defenseless, with no eyesight on the back of his head, he walked seven or eight steps, bang, his ass was hit by a snow dumpling. He turned around and glared, seeing Huo Linfeng's lump again, reflecting the sunny day and white snow, his handsome and suave couldn't hide the stubbornness between his brows.
This one was small and loose, and Huo Linfeng shot it very quickly, only to hear Rong Luoyun screaming in the blink of an eye.
The snowball was thrown around the neck, and it scattered into snowflakes. It didn't hurt, but it was terribly cold. Rong Luoyun trembled all over, ran towards Huo Linfeng, and finally pulled out his warm palm, shouting: "I'll kill you!"
You were chasing me back then, now I'm chasing you, Huo Linfeng ran away, along the corridor, took the opportunity to grab a lot of snow from the railing, rolled it into a ball, and threw it with his backhand.
Rong Luoyun raised his hand and waved away, chasing to the middle of the courtyard, the thick snow hadn't been swept away, and there was a thin layer of icicles on the bricks and stones. Steeply, the soles of his feet slipped, his body lost his balance, and he fell on the snow.
The martial arts are so high, what's the point of this fall, but Huo Linfeng's heart softened as soon as he said it, and ran over, leaning over to grab Rong Luoyun's hand. "Where did you fall? Does it hurt?" He clasped his hands, one hot and the other cold, "Get up, are you angry?"
Rong Luoyun remained expressionless and did not say a word, but pulled Huo Linfeng violently. Huo Linfeng knew he had hit a trick, fell down, and quickly rolled Rong Luoyun in his arms, pressing him onto the snow.
The sun was shining, Rong Luoyun's face was as white as new snow, afraid that he would be cold, Huo Linfeng held the back of his head with his palm. "We're going to Chang'an." He said, breathing heavily, "I'm a bit reluctant to leave here."
Huo Linfeng said: "Let's come back later, maybe the magnolia will be in bloom then, and it will be as beautiful as you."
Rong Luoyun smiled, with a look of foolishness.
The ice and snow can't cover the strong love, snuggle up, and you won't feel cold when it's cold.
At this time, Du Zheng lifted the curtain and came out of the house, saw the scene in the snow, and hurried back: "Oh, I'm blind!"
The trouble caused the master to lose face.
In the big room in the main garden, Mrs. Bai was a little bored, holding a volume of books and sitting on the couch to read. Wan Sheng cleaned up the table and was about to leave. Mrs. Bai mused: "The cold plums in the small corridor have been harmed, pick a new bunch and replace them superior."
Wan Sheng was puzzled, and then thought of Madam going to the porch to look for the young master and young master, she must have met them. But she is not a child, how can she pick flowers in a good way, she walked outside, and couldn't help muttering: "Who did it..."
When Wan Sheng went out, Bai said to herself, "Who else could it be?"
It should have been seen earlier that they were a pair of lovers.
The author has something to say: After Du Zheng retired, he wrote a million-word storybook "The Brave General and Pretty Son", becoming the most popular storybook author in the world