"Young Hero, spare your life, Young Hero!" Jia Yanxi cried and begged for mercy.

This Lord Zhizhou was in a great deal of embarrassment. His shoulder injury had not healed, his robes were stained with blood, his legs were broken, and his eyes were black with pain. He was imprisoned in the firewood room in the temple for a day, and could not escape, so he put his hands together and hoped for the rescue.

Unexpectedly, at dusk, Huo Linfeng appeared holding a hemp rope, presumably to take him on his way.

Huo Linfeng tied the man and dragged him up the mountain like a beast, to judge this fellow at night. After four hundred steps and some effort, Jia Yanxi stopped crying, wiped his face and said, "Young man, I am the cousin of the prime minister and the cousin of Chen Ruoyin!"

Huo Linfeng said "um", he is still the younger brother of the town general. "Young master, listen to me, young man." Jia Yanxi tugged at the hem of his clothes, "As long as you let me go, you don't need to talk about money, I will allow you to be an official!"

Huo Linfeng asked, "What official do you want me to do, let me hear it?"

Jia Yanxi said, "Young warriors are strong in martial arts, and they are unyielding as generals in the military." There seemed to be vitality in front of him, and he didn't let go, "Buddhist doesn't dare to lie, it is really buried in the grass with the martial arts of young warriors, I recommend you to the prime minister. , will you be able to get the prestige of the surname Huo in the future?"

"Huo?" Huo Linfeng raised his eyebrows.

Jia Yanxi said: "Dingbei Hou, Huomen's subversion is a matter of time, and it is better to rely on the Prime Minister to enjoy the shade."

Huo Linfeng's face sank for a moment, what a subversion of Huomen, is it the prime minister's desire to get rid of power quickly, or the emperor's fear of killing? He climbed up the steps and looked into the distance. When the sun was setting on the west mountain, the red glow and the night met, and it only took a transition from splendor to darkness.

He wrapped the hemp rope tightly and dragged the dog officer to continue up the mountain.

In the Zen Garden on the top of the mountain, there is a lantern hanging from a low tree on the wall, which is slightly light. At the table in the room, Rong Luoyun was reading the scriptures, and when he heard the sound, he stopped to pour a bowl of spring water, and then continued to read.

Soon, Huo Linfeng grabbed Jia Yanxi and came up, and entered the house to find water first. "Palace Master, the person was thrown in the courtyard." There was a ready-made bowl on the table, and he lifted his neck to drink up, "This fellow is so heavy, I don't feel tired carrying you, dragging him to exhaustion."

Rong Luoyun said nothing, flipped the pages of the book quietly and raised his eyes, seeing the other party sweating profusely.

Huo Linfeng suddenly asked, "Palace Master, how do you want to judge him?"

Rong Luoyun pondered and did not answer, and the interrogation and digging of crimes could not escape the word "punishment", but if there was any movement in the Buddhist Pure Land, it might disturb the disciples at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that he hesitated, Huo Linfeng took away his scriptures and blew out the red candle.

It was pitch black for a moment, and before Rong Luoyun could ask, his left hand was held. Gently, for fear of hurting his wound, he pulled him up to help him walk slowly, and gradually moved to the back of the door.

Huo Linfeng closed the door tightly, this side of the world was bleak, making the courtyard quite bright. He raised his arms around Rong Luoyun's back, moved the person in front of him little by little, surrounded him, and said in a low voice, "Palace Master, look outside."

Peeking through the broken holes, the courtyard can be seen in full view, the wind blows the lanterns, the birds are in the forest tops, and the unpleasant Jia Yanxi is sitting on the ground, looking at this side with quizzical eyes.

The sky was black and black, and the familiar footsteps came quietly.

The wild dogs came home in a mighty way, some with their tongues out and panting, and some with a hare and a pheasant in their mouths.

Flocking to the outside of the temple, seeing the bright light of living people, he barked deafeningly. More than a dozen black-brown wild dogs dashed in, leaping as high as the people, bowing their backs and showing their sharp claws.

Jia Yan's eyes were splitting, and he held his head and shook his head. Not to mention Jia Yanxi, even if Rong Luoyun watched from the window, he would inevitably shudder.

Huo Linfeng noticed this stern, and wrapped his arms tighter, obviously sarcasm, but actually coaxed: "I heard that the palace lord used to teach lynx, why are you afraid of wild dogs?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Xu Yin was injured, and he doesn't seem to be unscrupulous as usual."

Huo Linfeng said, "It's okay, I'm here."

Just saying "I'm here", like throwing a stone into the water, just plucked the strings, disturbing Rong Luoyun's peace of mind. He counted the past two days, Huo Linfeng saved him from danger, healed his wounds by hurting himself, finished the hero, dressed his hair and cooked meat, and even did trivial work.

The big disciple of Bufan Palace, the old and the new, the dead still, there is no one who can compare with him. He wandered for a while, turned his face and asked, "Du Zhong, why are you—" His eyelids were hot, and his big hands covered his face.

Heart-wrenching screams sounded outside the house, and a group of dogs besieged Jia Yanxi, wanting to devour him for a feast.

Huo Linfeng suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. Putting down his hand, the hole through the light hit those eyes, staring at him, there was a trace of sadness in it.

Rong Luoyun guessed it and asked him, "Do you think I'm bad?"

He asked back, "What do you think the palace lord thinks?"

A murderous person, he is definitely not a good person, and Rong Luoyun has never pursued being a good person. But at this moment, he pursed his lips and was dumb, trying to whitewash the peace, to deceive others and deceive himself. "I think..." He gritted his teeth in a low voice, "It's okay."

People ignored him, seized the opportunity to break through the door, drove the dog away, and swept the dog officer away. The open door poured in the breeze, and he was sober in an instant, swallowing the inappropriate nonsense.

Re-light the candle and examine Jia Yanxi at night.

A group of dogs crowded around the door, Jia Yanxi fell to the ground and shivered, crying into tears. Huo Linfeng said, "It's late at night, don't delay. If you can't explain clearly, I will throw you out and give the dog brothers a late-night snack."

Jia Yanxi nodded like pounding garlic, and he didn't dare to deceive.

The first one was the famine in Hanzhou. When the disaster started, nothing was done. When the disaster worsened, the food and salaries for disaster relief were detained. Rong Luoyun picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and wrote a guilt statement on a piece of paper. Like a veteran, he asked directly, "Where are the account books?"

Jia Yanxi was stunned for a moment, unable to fool him, so he hesitated. Rong Luoyun was impatient, picked up the porcelain bowl and threw it, hitting Jia Yanxi's wound mercilessly. Squeaks and wails, tears and sobs, that servant is even more mourned than the filial son's mourning.

On the other side of the table, Huo Linfeng whispered, "That's my drinking bowl..."

There was a complaint in this tone, Rong Luoyun pushed the other one and coaxed in a low voice, "Use mine first."

You are clearly trying to judge someone, pushing me and pulling over a broken bowl of rough porcelain, so hypocritical that the candles crackle in protest, so strange that the prisoner looks at it, and even the wild dogs outside are so upset that they are scattered.

Jia Yanxi's crying ceased, and he resigned and said, "There is a hidden compartment on the bottom floor of Huxinlou, and the account books are hidden in it." Apart from these, all the evil things he had done in the past two years were explained.

However, there is no mention of Chen Ruoyin, involving the family, he does not have the courage.

Rong Luoyun did not utter a single word, and wrote a complete list of difficult books. After the trial, Huo Linfeng showed Jia Yanxi the charges, ordered him to sign and detain him, and then threw the person into the small kitchen and locked him up.

Interrogation and testimony should be done by the government. If Rong Luoyun is here to avenge his personal revenge, why should he still deal with this? Huo Linfeng secretly returned to the room. By the kang, Rong Luoyun leaned over to make the bed, struggling with his right hand.

He went over to replace it and found that the mattress changed from vertical to horizontal and was as wide as the wall, so he asked, "Why is it laid like this?"

Rong Luoyun replied: "This is enough for two people to sleep." He fiddled with the pillow and kicked the futon aside, "Since there is enough space, you save my life and allow you to go to the kang."

Huo Linfeng's eyes are brighter, and someone who is so difficult to serve is willing to sleep with him at a separate table, and it will not waste his time as a bull and a horse. He showed no restraint. He hadn't been lying down for a long time. He immediately took off his coat and clothes and put on the kang, sighed in relief, and rolled.

Gulu returned to his original position and found that Rong Luoyun was still standing, looking condescending.

Huo Linfeng patted the kang: "Palace Master, come up."

Rong Luoyun took off his shoes and got on the kang, stepped over the man, turned over and lay down inside. He lay inward away from each other, far, far, far away, next to the wall, the musty smell of which made him uncomfortable.

Unhappy Huo Linfeng was annoying: "Palace Master, are you facing the wall?"

Rong Luoyun turned around, shaking his heart and lungs for a while, and couldn't help curling up into a ball. Huo Linfeng immediately leaned over to look at him, put a big hand on his chest to relieve the pain, buzzing, he remembered the scene of exploring the heart pulse, he was immediately embarrassed, and scolded rarely: "Don't touch me!"

Huo Linfeng supported his body: "I'm just comforting your pain. I touched your back yesterday, why didn't you say anything?"

The disciple talked back with the palace lord, could the rebellion fail? Rong Luoyun was weak and weak, and he used his eyes to build momentum: "I beg you to heal your wounds? Have you begged?"

Huo Linfeng said: "What if you don't, now you are filled with my true anger and want to cheat?" His young master's temper and general's prestige came all over, "Did you ask for clothes? Did you ask for hair? You also took the initiative to ask me to go to your kang." He snorted coldly, "It turns out that the palace lord not only likes rape and then kills, but also likes crossing the river and demolishing bridges."

Rong Luoyun was so angry that he grabbed the pillow and hit someone, unable to do anything, he waved it softly twice. Huo Linfeng grabbed his forearm suddenly, his anger turned into surprise: "This hand can move?!"

He was stunned for a moment. He used his left hand, and his palm actually regained some consciousness. Huo Linfeng held his wrist, pinched his fingers, and when he pinched his little finger, he hooked it, asking him to try whether he could curl up.

He was in a bit of pain, but he managed to do it.

The two fingers are hooked together, like a child with a scorpion pulling a hook to make a promise. Huo Linfeng pulled gently and said softly, "Pull the hook and hang yourself..." He raised his eyes and looked at Rong Luoyun, as if he had never been tit for tat, "Palace Master, don't take risks alone."

It's obviously a hand hook, but it's a heart hook. Rong Luoyun asked, "If I am in danger again, will you still save me?"

Huo Linfeng replied, "I saved it but I'm disgusted. I'm not a cheap bone."

Rong Luoyun opened his mouth: "Those are angry words, although... I don't know why I am angry." He turned to look at the gray wall, the musty smell woke him up, "I am grateful to you."

Sometimes cold and sometimes hot, sometimes shy and sometimes fierce, like a beautiful lunatic.

The hooked little finger shook, Huo Linfeng finished the little rumor, pulled the hook and hanged it, and it was not allowed to change for a hundred years.

He tucked the quilt on Rong Luoyun and lay down on his back with an arm's length away, feeling a little tired, he exhaled and closed his eyes. Rong Luoyun opened his eyes with dark eyes, and he promised not to venture into danger alone, what about the other party?

"Du Zhong?" he called. "What did you promise?"

He felt that everything was unreal. The other party climbed the 400th steps behind his back, wiped the oil droplets from his jaw, covered his eyes when the dog was mad, quarreled with him, and pulled hooks with him, all so unreal.

He hoped it was true, so he said seriously, "Don't lie to me, okay?"

Huo Linfeng opened his eyes suddenly.

His name is all fake, his origin, origin, purpose, it was a scam from the very beginning.

He pretended not to answer, because this time he didn't want to lie to Rong Luoyun.

The author has something to say: Xiaorong Mood Diary 2: Spring is windy. Because of the healing, I squeezed Eucommia dry gently, and allowed him to rest for half a month after returning. I ate roasted rabbit today, it's so fragrant, but... the oil is a bit bigger. Also, I didn't read the scriptures, I just pretended to pretend, don't blame the Buddha, I was wrong.