The room is peaceful and lively, peaceful is the mind, lively is the sound. Huo Linfeng leaned on the small couch, bent his legs, and smiled, like a lazy and comfortable son.
"Taiping, catch it!" He threw a piece of jerky.
The little wolf jumped up suddenly, took hold of it, chewed it, and swallowed it in two or three bites. Huo Linfeng was amused, and glanced at the bedside, and saw Rong Luoyun sitting there cross-legged practicing exercises, like a Guanyin, so pure that no one dared to profane.
He freaked out, twisted another piece of jerky, and threw it steadily towards the edge of the bed. The little wolf only had meat in his eyes, he didn't care about the others, he leaped away with his body, Rong Luoyun suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a mouthful of fangs facing him.
"Aww!"
The little wolf was slapped and rolled onto the carpet, turning its belly and howling miserably. Huo Linfeng got up and went over, picked it up, and fondled it while feeling strange: "Son, your mother is such a cruel person, back then she stabbed me with a sword."
Rong Luoyun knew that this old account was probably engraved in Huo Linfeng's heart, and he would turn it up from time to time, pretending to be pitiful and ashamed of him, it was really annoying.
Swipe, he drew out his long sword, got out of bed and approached Huo Linfeng.
"What are you doing?" Huo Linfeng was taken aback, "You want to stab me again? Why not?!"
Approaching him, Rong Luoyun offered the sword: "You stab me with the sword, and don't say anything about anyone in the future."
Huo Linfeng breathed a sigh of relief, didn't take the sword, turned around and returned to sit on the couch, smelling the smell of meat, the little wolf crawled from his arms to the small table, guarding a plate of dried meat to eat. His chest was empty, Rong Luoyun followed, holding a sword and pestle in front of him.
"Do you really want me to stab a sword?" Huo Linfeng asked.
Rong Luoyun said "hmm": "After stabbing me, don't mention that I stabbed you again."
Huo Linfeng was thoughtful, as if he was thinking about whether the deal was worth it. After about a moment, he took off the long sword and threw it away, saying: "Seeing blood is unlucky. I'll give you a slap. Get closer."
Rong Luoyun took half a step closer, the toe of his shoe was pressed against the couch, Huo Linfeng still looked lazy, and suddenly, he reached out and clasped his wrist, grasping the half of his waist, and lightly patted his hip with the other hand .
"Hmm..." Rong Luoyun snorted, "It hurts!"
Huo Linfeng said, "I didn't even try hard."
Rong Luoyun gnashed her teeth embarrassingly: "You did it last night!"
Outside the window was the cold winter ice and snow, but this shameful expression contained the feeling of spring. Huo Linfeng looked at it sincerely, pulled and stumbled, and brought Rong Luoyun to his legs to hug him. Rong Luoyun bit her lower lip, and the other people bit her, she was so charming that she was hesitant to speak, but he, as if he didn't know the pain, bit his thin lip to the point of tearing the skin.
Huo Linfeng pinched his chin, and said forcefully, "Let go."
Rong Luoyun was forced to open his lips, the pain was gone, and the feeling behind him was very clear, he had a bitter face, his brows were lowered and his eyes were a little aggrieved. Huo Linfeng hugged him closer, warmed his lower back through the clothes with his palms, and asked, "So uncomfortable?"
Rong Luoyun said: "It doesn't hurt if you don't touch it." How embarrassed, his voice was as small as biting his ear, "It swells up and down, it feels broken."
The palm moved down slightly, covering the tailbone, Huo Linfeng said: "It's so easy to break." His voice became viscous, and he couldn't hide his thoughts, "I'll rub it for you, stay with me."
Rong Luoyun relaxed his body, leaned against Huo Linfeng's shoulder, and took a deep breath. "Hiss," he let out a sound, furrowing his eyebrows, "I'm sore..."
Suddenly, the palm behind him became scorching hot, and he panicked: "What is luck doing? Oh..."
It was already sore and swollen, but now he was attacked by internal force and was so hot that he couldn't bear it. Rong Luoyun drained his strength and embedded himself in Huo Linfeng's arms, his face was tired, his cheeks were flushed, and his toes in silk shoes and cloth socks They all curled up secretly.
The little wolf was eating well, turned his head to take a look, and howled happily a few times.
This booing beast is so embarrassing, Rong Luoyun is not happy, but after struggling twice, he is rubbed even softer. Huo Linfeng is used to making noises, and casually asks the next sentence: "How is Lingyun palm training?"
As expected, Rong Luoyun was drawn into his thoughts, and replied: "The seventh floor, but it's not considered a master." He remained calm, raised his face to ask for help, and complained, "The higher you go, the more you go up, the inner strength surges when you practice, and you feel very uncomfortable."
Huo Linfeng lowered his head and looked at him: "You have to take your time, or you won't practice well and hurt your heart." As he spoke, the hand supporting his leg moved up and touched Rong Luoyun's lapel, " Let me explore, don't delay the illness."
Fingertips opened the lapel, the room was warm, there were only three or four layers of clothes in total, he reached in and covered Rong Luoyun's heart. Rong Luoyun at this moment, there is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, either tense like a string, or limp like mud.
In an instant, he bowed his body, and the hand on Huo Linfeng's shoulder fell, and he couldn't even hold his fist. His whole body was numb and sour, and his stomach was throbbing tightly.
"No..." he yelled weakly.
Huo Linfeng trapped him and asked, "It's so interesting to stab you with a sword, isn't it?"
Rong Luoyun kicked his legs wildly: "I want to pee..."
Huo Linfeng glanced at the head of the bed, the teacup was empty, no wonder, but he didn't let go, and pressed the big palm on the back of his waist with a little skill, which numb the tailbone and the tip of the buttocks. What a crime, he said: "Please, please make it sound better."
The majestic Second Mistress of the Extraordinary Palace can only kill, so how could she beg for help? Rong Luoyun's body was soft and his mouth was hard, bumping into a mouthful of glutinous rice white teeth: "I'll kill you... let go!"
After arrogantly finishing this sentence, he was bound even tighter, and his chest was pulled as if punished, and it hurt, but it couldn't win the joy that spread to Baikui. "Linfeng," he took the initiative to change his words, "sour, I want to pee."
Huo Linfeng's eyes were cold, dissatisfied, he punished the opponent with a pair of conquering and killing hands.
Rong Luoyun called out: "General, please." He was rubbed so badly that Huo Linfeng raised his heels and then lowered them, causing his bones to shatter, "Young Master..."
Huo Linfeng said in a deep voice, "Call me once, just once."
Before the words were made clear, Rong Luoyun squinted his eyes, and met the unstoppable look in Huo Linfeng's eyes. The desire, stubbornness, and domineering force made his mind go blank, he didn't dare to look at each other, and turned his face away in embarrassment go.
He trembled: "Master, I want to pee."
Huo Linfeng begged for a wolf's blood, got up with the man in his arms, and strode into the small room. Covered by curtains, curses were faintly heard in a low voice, and the clothes rustled for a while, the curses changed, and turned into refusals like coquettish begging for forgiveness.
Then, with the sound of water pattering, Rong Luoyun cried out, as if to say, "—let go."
Taiping swallowed the last piece of dried meat, licked his mouth and nose, and rolled around on the couch, he heard the sound and looked towards the small room, curious, but he was too lazy to move when he was full. After a while, the parents came out, creaked, and the door opened.
"Young Master," Du Zheng entered the room, "The one who delivered the order—"
When he saw Rong Luoyun, he couldn't help but pause: "Second Palace Mistress, why is your blushing like a monkey's back?"
Huo Linfeng laughed, turned around to block Rong Luoyun, and coaxed him like a fool. Du Zheng understood, and he was not surprised, so he reported: "Young master, the decree delivery team rested for a day, thirty elite soldiers, chariots and horses are all ready, and Azhatai has also been escorted from the prison. Everything is ready, We can leave tomorrow morning."
Huo Linfeng said: "Got it, call someone to pack your luggage."
Du Zheng asked: "Who is it called? Didn't I take care of it?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "You don't have to follow this time, just choose an auspicious day to marry Meizi, and let's have a good time together."
Rong Luoyun poked his head out, expressing his congratulations as a joke, "Hmph, have a good time."
Du Zheng was shocked, ran over, threw himself on the ground and knelt down: "Young master, I have to serve you!" The grace of saving my life has not been repaid, "Chang'an is the territory of others, so I can't be watched by others, I have to be with the young master Share your worries!"
This is a servant who is close to him, and it is convenient to send messages and handle affairs. Huo Linfeng said: "But you finally reunited with Meizi, are you willing to part again?"
Du Zheng said: "If you can go back to Xiganling, what are you afraid of in Chang'an, besides, the Hou Ye has just left, and Mei Zi doesn't want to get married, and wants to serve Madam for two more years."
A life-saving grace, in exchange for such a loyal servant, Rong Luoyun looked at it, forgetting that he had been ridiculed as a monkey's butt just now, and persuaded with compassion: "Since he is sincere, take him with you. I'm afraid it will be too difficult for you to serve others." Not used to it."
Huo Linfeng had no choice but to agree in a compromise, yes. Du Zheng was overjoyed, he got up and rolled up his sleeves, and immediately rummaged through boxes and cabinets to pack his luggage. It was cold, and there were many and heavy clothes, which were piled up in a mess on the bed.
Rong Luoyun packed up his important things, "Nie Jing", the cotton bag sent by Bai Shi, a portrait, and the eagle bone flute the size of a palm. Huo Linfeng is really a young master, he resumed his reclining posture, and no longer did any maid work with his hands.
He picked up the writing brush on the small table and said, "Send a letter to Xiganling to inform them of the situation."
Rong Luoyun paused for a while and did not return for several months. Chen Ruoyin sent people to Xiganling to cause trouble before, and he did not know what the situation was. It's okay for the elder brother to be with the master, but are the third and fourth children obedient? Is the disciple of the whole palace slacking off
Most importantly, what about my sister, are you still angry with him
Rong Luoyun was so sad that he sat on the side of the couch, leaning against Huo Linfeng, his eyes fixed on the letter paper. He took the pen and waited for a long time to finish writing one line. He couldn't help asking: "I'm not coming home so late, will my sister be angry?"
Huo Linfeng said: "So you have to write well, speak sincerely, and coax your sister."
One looks like a rigid teacher, and the other looks like a student without ink in his stomach. Rong Luoyun bowed to speak, paused for a few sentences, thought hard about seven or eight words, and after writing a piece of paper, his palms were full of sweat.
He put down his pen and collapsed on Huo Linfeng's body, as if his bones had been pulled out. Huo Linfeng embraced him, grabbed his wrist and lifted it up, pecking lightly on his palm.
Such a good time is more pitiful than Qimeng.
Rong Luoyun suddenly felt a scorching gaze, squinting towards the bed, and bumped into Du Zheng's wicked eyes. He even forgot that there was someone there, and said angrily, "What are you looking at?"
Du Zheng lowered his eyebrows, he seemed to be hesitant to speak, but also seemed to be unable to speak, he didn't say anything, but his mouth opened and closed endlessly. For a long time, he persuasively advised: "The blending of honey and oil should also be moderate, and you must not indulge in sexual desire."
Rong Luoyun became angry from embarrassment: "What the hell!"
Du Zheng recounted in detail: "Last night, the bed was shaken until the third watch, which was worse than the cold wind invading the window. At that time, I came out of the small room with a smile on my face. I must have caused trouble. Now I am writing a letter from home and clinging to each other. Tired of staying in one place."
Words are like red feather arrows, whizzing into Rong Luoyun's life gate, this is not enough, Du Zheng said earnestly: "A man's blood is very precious, even if it is replenished, it cannot be replenished."
Huo Linfeng said: "It's okay, Palace Mistress Rong has a tonic."
It was nothing more than the box begged from Chaomulou. Rong Luoyun was bullied by the pair of master and servant, and couldn't tell the difference. She was so depressed that she wanted to smoke. After Du Zheng packed up his luggage and left, he pushed Huo Linfeng away and undressed and got on the bed.
Huo Linfeng walked over, took off his clothes and lay on the outside, the double gauze curtain fell down, and the space where he dreamed was dim and hazy. Rong Luoyun turned his back to him, far away, tightly wrapped in brocade quilt.
He stretched out his hand to wrap a lock of Rong Luoyun's hair, soft and fine, like fine silk. "Go to sleep." He closed his eyes, "Let's go tomorrow morning."
Rong Luoyun didn't want to talk to her at first, but couldn't help asking: "When we arrive in Chang'an, where will we live?"
Huo Linfeng said, "Prince Rui's Mansion."
Rong Luoyun was startled, Prince Rui's residence, where is the Third Prince? Before he had time to ask further questions, Huo Linfeng said: "There are a lot of attendants this time, and we have to beware of Chen Ruoyin's subordinates, so posthouses and inns are not convenient."
The third prince suggested to the emperor that temporarily staying in Prince Rui's mansion would be safe and also show how much he valued the Huo family, and the emperor agreed.
Huo Linfeng asked: "Is there a problem, Xiaoheng?"
Rong Luoyun heard the overtones: "No..." but felt inexplicably weak, turned around and went to Huo Linfeng's side, touching the jade ring on his hand.
Oops... It doesn't feel good.