"Du Zhong?" Rong Luoyun paused, and said in surprise and displeasure.

Huo Linfeng stood upright in front of the house, the moon above his head was in the sky, and the milky white gravel under his feet was shining. He bowed slightly to reveal the wooden barrel, and took the initiative to explain: "Palace Master, I'm here to deliver these red carps."

Rong Luoyun looked around, the corridors, the ginkgo trees, the two or three futons, and it seemed that nothing was wrong. He approached slowly, and out of the corner of his eye swept to the east corner of the pigeon cage, and after a while he said, "In the future, when I'm not here, you are not allowed to trespass."

Huo Linfeng said, "My subordinates, keep in mind." After speaking, his tone changed, and he became close. "I looked at it many times in the afternoon, thinking that the palace lord should be back in the dark, so I waited."

Rong Luoyun asked, "If I stay in the Chaomu Building at night, would it be possible for you to wait all night?"

Huo Linfeng replied: "That's fine, I'm just worried that if the palace lord stays out at night, no one will knead if the legs and feet are bruised."

The blue-colored landscape, the pony carriage with curtains, the moist skin hugging the light sleep... Rong Luoyun recalled yesterday's scene, his heart was hot, but he wanted to fly a needle with cold eyes: "I live here alone and there is still no one, there is no difference."

Huo Linfeng seemed to be waiting for this sentence: "If you rub it before going to bed, you won't be stretched."

The sky was soaked in ink, and Rong Luoyun was sitting on the futon under the eaves, with his legs together, like a disciple who was taught in a school. Huo Linfeng squatted outside, facing each other, as if he was bandaging.

Rong Luoyun pretended to be reserved, hiding the slightly nervous heart under the skin, and then the corner of the robe was pinched by a big hand, lightly lifted, and held up his ankle.

Huo Linfeng took off the white silk shoes, took off his cloth socks, and rolled up the two layers of soft trousers. The bare feet in the palms are thin and narrow, but the toes are rounded, the calves are slender and slender, and the ankles and knees are clearly pink.

He asked, "Is it cold?" The other party shook his head in denial, but his toes curled slightly.

Move the palms upwards from the ankles, thick and thick calluses, relieve itching but slight pain, rub until the calf stops kneading. He stretched his five fingers together to add strength, and he made Rong Luoyun's legs red and hot, so that his feet unknowingly stepped on his knees, as if he was courting submission.

"Du Zhong." Rong Luoyun called him.

He said "um" without raising his eyes.

Rong Luoyun said, "Light it up." Enough is enough, stop, these prepared remarks piled up in his throat, pondering beyond words. He had never seen the world before, and he was greedy for the hot pain this palm gave him.

He couldn't even sit still, he put his hands on the ground, leaned back, and the jade crown behind his head was shaky. Suddenly, Huo Linfeng's big hand covered his calf and rubbed it hard and hard. Lost and lost, he fell to the ground with a soft elbow.

Huo Linfeng was startled when he saw this, and couldn't help but laugh.

Rong Luoyun stared blankly at the roof beam, and saw the lumps of dirt at the bottom of the magpie's nest. With a flicker of the figure, he saw Huo Linfeng again. Huo Linfeng leaned over to cover him and gave him his hand.

He turned his face away and pressed his cheek to the floor, shivering with cold. Without taking that hand, he got up sideways and retreated into the hall with bare legs and feet. "It's done, it's none of your business." Crossing the river, demolishing bridges, and killing donkeys are his virtues at the moment.

Huo Linfeng said, "Then I will help you put the fish into the flower tank and leave."

The wooden barrel is small, and the few fish are squatted and bumpy, and they are too shriveled to swim. Rong Luoyun looked around and said shamelessly, "I don't have a tank."

Huo Linfeng laughed: "Tomorrow I'm going to pick up my brother, do you want to go shopping at Fangji?"

Rong Luoyun thought for a while: "It's just a bottle, you can buy it for me."

Huo Linfeng said: "Alright." He lowered his head and rolled down his cuffs, and said while rolling, "Then I will do whatever I like, looking for something to draw the pleasure of a boudoir, a fairy skirt and a ring, and a jade hill with pepper milk. Presumably the palace lord will like it. ." Huo Hao raised his head, the lights in the hall were dim, and Rong Luoyun called him red with sarcasm.

So he asked again: "Would you like to go shopping together?"

Rong Luoyun nodded resignedly, unwillingly, like catching a duck on the shelf. Huo Linfeng resigned with a smile, turned around wearing a star and wearing a moon, and fluttered the hem of his clothes with a handsome look all the way.

As soon as the person left, Wumingju was suddenly silent.

The surrounding is as quiet as the world, and the world is quiet.

Rong Luoyun entered the bedroom, undressed on the couch, twisted his body and looked at his calf. It was red, mottled and full of fingerprints, and when he reached out to touch it, it was very hot, and when he touched his face, it was also very hot.

No wonder it was cold when his cheeks pressed against the floor, it turned out that his face was too hot.

Rong Luoyun lay down with a "bang", trying to smash the bed out of the pit, covered the Shu brocade quilt, curled up into a crescent shape, and gritted his teeth in the dark, inexplicably and inexplicably muttered: "—Du, Zhong. "

That Eucommia had reached Qianjitang, and he was relieved when he turned into the bamboo garden.

The bamboo stairs in the building are old and creaky as soon as you step on them. When you go up to the second floor, Huo Linfeng plunges into the bedroom. He lay down with his clothes closed, his arms resting behind his head, and he relaxed every inch of his body.

Tonight was a thrilling adventure, if he hadn't been quick-witted, he would have been caught by Rong Luoyun. In order to cover up, he also said some caring words, and in order to be realistic, he crouched under the eaves and rubbed his legs.

Huo Linfeng frowned, what he did was to cover up or please, but it was not sincere. However, when he did it earnestly... he was unwilling, unwilling, and even had fun with his words.

After struggling for a while, he punched the bed.

Closing his eyes, the main point of everything emerges in his mind. The pigeon's foot note reads jagged small characters - the tiger's disease is waiting to be cured, and it cannot be expected for the time being.

Tiger, which means that he is Huo Linfeng, who has not recovered from the infection, is the same as the words he handed to the imperial court. Bufan Gong really has news exchanges with Chang'an, is it a collusion with the official, or is it a secret minion? He raised his hand and pulled down the curtain, and it will be a long time to come to Japan.

The night passed, the ginkgo tree in the nameless residence was covered with a layer of morning dew, and the tile-grey carrier pigeon flew out of the pigeon cage and folded its wings on the window lattice under the porch. There was a hand on the edge of the bed in the room, the slender index finger was slightly raised, the pigeon swooped and grabbed it, and a pair of pea-eyes twitched.

Rong Luoyun took off the note and read it, no wonder Huo Linfeng still didn't show up. It turned out that the tiger had become a sick cat in the south of the Yangtze River.

He got out of bed to bathe and change, wearing a narrow-sleeved uniform, with his hair tied high behind his head. Feeling refreshed, he was about to go out but saw that the pigeon had not returned to the cage. He grabbed the window lattice and looked at him.

He was at a loss: "Flying back all night has been hard work, let's go get some food."

The pigeon jumped and didn't go. Rong Luoyun was in a hurry to go out, opened his mouth and narrowed his eyes to make a cat meow: "—meow!" The pigeon thought that a natural enemy was coming, and immediately flew away with its wings.

After the third door, Huo Linfeng had already arrived, holding the steamed cake that Huofang had just made. After eating the second one, he was slightly startled in the distance. A hundred paces away, Rong Luoyun actually rode a small donkey, approaching slowly, his horse tail swaying wantonly behind his head.

Faintly, still humming a little song.

When the other party was close to him, Huo Linfeng was overjoyed: "Palace Master, morning." Looking at the donkey's face, he looked at Rong Luoyun again, "It's no use to eat, do you want to eat steamed cakes?"

Rong Luoyun nodded, he understood what this fellow was laughing at, but there were so many people in Fangji that the horse had no choice but to ride a donkey. After Huo Linfeng finished laughing, he held the oiled paper and asked, "Do you eat meat or vegetarian?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Eat everything."

Huo Linfeng simply offered them all: "That's all for you, I'll lead the donkey."

The two went out of the palace. On a sunny day, the shadows were faintly illuminated. One only looked down and ate the cake. Fortunately, the other led the donkey steadily.

Arriving at Fangji in the west of the city, it was crowded and dazzling. Rong Luoyun walked around and watched the flowers. He simply got off his donkey and walked alongside Huo Linfeng, chatting and walking, and stopped in front of a stall.

The hawker is an old man, and the stall is not big, but it is actually some manual work, such as silk handkerchiefs, silk hairpins, embroidered shoes, etc. Rong Luoyun finger embroidered a fan and suggested, "You can buy one for your sweetheart."

Huo Linfeng pondered, his sweetheart... who is he? Rong Luoyun said to himself, "I found out yesterday that Bao Luo always wears a fan to cover her face, then you will definitely win her favor by sending a fan."

Huo Linfeng suddenly realized that the secret way to do what he likes really worked, and Rong Luoyun actually made suggestions like a friend. "Thank you, Palace Master." He lowered his head and picked up the fan, but he was good at picking weapons, and these things looked the same. He couldn't help asking, "Palace Master, which one do you like?"

Rong Luoyun hesitated: "The yellow one."

Huo Linfeng pulled out, the plain white fan face peach silk fan handle, embroidered a ginkgo tree. The old man said, "This handle is more expensive, and it takes time to embroider on both sides." He turned it over and saw that the back of the fan was pale yellow, embroidered with a pure white magnolia.

Two big men, one likes the white flowers of magnolia, the other likes the yellow leaves of ginkgo, and they are all excited about this fan. Huo Linfeng bought it, packed it into a donkey-back hanging bag, and continued to stroll forward.

Passing through the tea house, the artist in the room slapped the table, and the emotional story flowed to the street. When Huo Linfeng heard it, why was it so familiar? Looking closely, the person on the stage wrapped in a azure blue robe was actually Du Zheng.

He stopped, what was this idiot doing? !

I really can't blame Du Zheng, as soon as the master entered the palace and the gatekeeper forgot about him, he had to find something to do. Storytelling saves effort, and he casually tells anecdotes about the north, which can make the audience happy and get a lot of money.

Rong Luoyun asked, "You know him?"

Huo Linfeng is so embarrassed: "My brother..."

They went in to drink tea, took their seats by the window, and Rong Luoyun stared at Du Zheng carefully. With thin shoulders and long, slender eyes, he is an ordinary person who does not know martial arts. He looked at Huo Linfeng again, his anger was sinking, and his dantian was as steady as a pine tree, and there was nothing that was not handsome from bone to skin.

"Your brother doesn't look like you," he said. "It seems that one is with father and the other is with mother."

Huo Linfeng concealed his guilty conscience and filled the tea for Rong Luoyun. Coincidentally, when Du Zheng slapped the table, the story was about sex, and the surrounding tea guests were in tears. After listening carefully, it was said that a big family in the north, the servant and the maid were privately committed for life.

One person cried: "The little servant left the house to join the army, and the little maid is going to marry someone else's wife."

Du Zheng lifted his robe and wiped away his tears. The servant joined the army and left. The maid wanted him to return, but it was not what people wanted. The young master took the maid in the room. After seven years, the servant returned as a general.

Huo Lin risked to spit out hot tea, what is this idiot doing? Turning his face, he saw that Rong Luoyun was holding his chin, looking very serious, and he sighed after the story was finished.

With thunderous applause, Du Zheng held a small bowl for the reward, and walked around to the window. Master! He saw Huo Linfeng, his eyes filled with water, and then he caught a glimpse of Rong Luoyun, so his tears flowed back.

Huo Linfeng gritted his teeth: "Brother."

Du Zheng shivered: "...Brother."

Rong Luoyun watched "Brotherhood" from the sidelines, and remembered that the flower vase hadn't been bought yet, so he put down the tea money and left. Huo Linfeng followed behind with his elbows folded, Du Zheng led the donkey, and the three of them wandered on the street.

Stopping in front of a stall, Rong Luoyun chose by himself, and the master and servant waited. Du Zheng asked in a low voice, "Young master, why do you still accompany you when you are a big disciple?"

Huo Linfeng said, "I even pinched my shoulders and beat my legs."

Du Zheng was heartbroken, Huo Linfeng was too lazy to deal with it, and stepped forward to accompany Rong Luoyun to choose.

A dozen pots were stacked, Rong Luoyun wanted to buy plain noodles without flowers, but the plain ones were too big. Just as he was struggling, Huo Linfeng came to his side and said lightly, "What's the big deal, I'll just catch a few more fish for you."

Rong Luoyun nodded, as if listening to people's advice. He took off his purse and paid for it, saying that it was too late, but someone ran into him, grabbing the purse and running away.

"Du Zhong!" He blurted out...like a child complaining.

Huo Linfeng said, "Wait." After that, he chased after him.

Bustling, Rong Luoyun is independent of the spring breeze, his eyes follow but he does not move an inch.

The author has something to say: Xiaorong's mood diary: early spring, sunny. Last night, Du Zhong gave me a big health care, and it was a little painful. Today, Du Zhong took me to the market and met his brother. There is a big gap between his brother and him, but I am just as alluring as my sister. The song I hum is that I have a little donkey and I never ride it~~~