Ruan Ni had been waiting early in the morning, but the third palace lord was more troublesome than the eldest girl getting into the sedan chair.

In the hidden gold pavilion, Lu Zhun slapped his body neatly, with a machete on his waist, and a satin bag tied behind his back. He counted the gold and silver in the house, locked the cabinet, and then went out.

In the bag were three account books. He turned on his horse and joined Ruan Ni, and left the extraordinary palace together.

The horses hooves crossed the long street, and Huo Linfeng leaned against the window to see clearly. He couldn't help but wonder, who is on the other side of the court? Recalling the intelligence, the carrier pigeon handed over his news, this time to the account book, and it was Chen Ruoyin who hindered him. A son of the Duke of Dingbei, a prime minister, who cares about the high weight of the object, it is estimated that the rank of the person in the court will definitely not be low.

He suddenly remembered that day in Hanzhou, Rong Luoyun gave Jia Yanxi and two books of account books in vain, obviously trusting Shen Zhou.

The official position is not low, and Chen Ruoyin is not compatible, and he trusts Shen Zhou... Could it be that that person is Taifu Shen asked?

He quickly denied it again. If Shen asked, all the five account books should be given to Shen Zhou, so why bother. His meditation failed.

In the past, there was very little rest, and when there was a battle, there was a battle, and when there was no battle, the soldiers were trained every day. Huo Linfeng simply took this opportunity to practice the exercises behind closed doors, ignoring what was happening outside the window.

The young master is diligent in the building, and the servant not only delivers three meals a day, but also gets moldy. "This is the young master." Du Zheng squatted in the corner and watered the flowers, "It's clearly a boudoir lady who doesn't walk outside the door."

While muttering, two disciples entered the garden and jointly carried a magnolia sapling.

Du Zheng stood up: "What is this..."

The disciple said: "Second Palace Master ordered." After saying that, he found a free corner of the garden, dug a hole and planted it. After planting it, he left without explaining anything.

Du Zheng wondered in his heart, how could Rong Luoyun give away a magnolia for no reason? Could it be that the young master told others?

At this moment, the bamboo ladder rattled, and Huo Linfeng just came out of the building. He originally narrowed his eyes, smelled the faint fragrance and felt friendly, but when he raised his eyes, he was attracted by the magnolia saplings in the corner of the garden. Stepping to the tree, reaching out and pinching the trunk, like a father to see if the child is strong.

"Who planted it?" he asked.

Du Zheng replied, "The Second Palace Master ordered the race."

Huo Linfeng thought about it, and since he mentioned it on the stone steps in the mountain that night, the other party silently remembered it. This magnolia is not a seedling, it has grown very tall, so that he can see the flowering as soon as possible?

But when the flowers bloom, what is the use of him when he sees them?

There is a word called "people take tea to cool", and when that day comes, this garden will be as barren as it was before he moved in. Then the new eldest disciple moved in, maybe he liked the peach tree, maybe he liked the apricot tree, but it had nothing to do with him.

Then...will Rong Luoyun still plant trees for others?

Will he wait until he is ugly, will he send a handkerchief, will he ask others to dress him and wash his hair?

Huo Linfeng flew out of the sky in front of this magnolia spirit, and his thoughts were more difficult than covering water. Suddenly, a thrush flew out of nowhere, and the falling tip croaked softly, making him wake up tactfully.

Du Zheng stood on the side and saw it clearly, he was a very simple person, whoever treated his master badly would be fierce, and whoever treated his master well would kiss him. "Master, apart from the misunderstanding about the tonic, Rong Luoyun is very good to you." He asked sharply, "But as the rumors say, he is a villain after all, will you be soft-hearted when confronted with each other in the future?"

Huo Linfeng said coldly, "You know it's a rumor, but it still needs to be verified."

The key point is that there is no evidence to prove that it is false. Regardless of the other side, the innocence and lives of the fifteen girls are enough to anger people. Du Zheng sighed: "I remember what the eldest young master said, you should be extremely strict when planning your army, and be prepared for the worst."

Huo Linfeng couldn't bear it anymore and said, "You think I'm not annoying enough, don't you?" He grabbed the kettle and kicked Du Zheng away, "Clean up the house and stop blowing in my ears."

When the other party fled with his tail clipped, he watered the water with his own hands.

Huo Linfeng scrutinized carefully, since joining the Bufan Palace, he has never seen the four of the palace masters commit crimes, but they have contributed a lot to the disaster relief in Hanzhou. Of course, Bufan Palace colluded with the people in the court, maybe it was just doing things by order.

As for the worst plan, Rong Luoyun's face appeared in his mind, pale when he was hurt, red when he was embarrassed, and arrogant and happy... He didn't think about it anymore as if he was avoiding it, and then they would be tit for tat. , listen to God's orders.

A magnolia swayed people's thoughts, like a small note under the plate.

At night, Rong Luoyun held the book by the window, reading the words with his eyes, listening to the sound with his ears, and silently read half a volume. The eyes are tired and sore, but the ears have been quiet, why is no one coming? Magnolia was sent to wait all day, why didn't that person come to thank him?

He didn't need a "Xie Gong's main post", he just wanted to send it out, and he wanted to get a response.

Will the light be too dim, and the other party mistakenly thinks he has gone to bed? Rong Luoyun went to find the fire slaves, and turned on all the gauze lamps in the bedroom. Seeing that it was not enough, he lit up the study, the small room and the corridor of the hall.

Finally, there was the bamboo-handled lantern, which he lit and held in his hand.

Wumingju is rarely brightly lit, and the patrolling disciples often come to ask questions when they pass by, thinking that the palace master has something to do. Rong Luoyun answered "Nothing" over and over again, and the loss spread inch after inch. Where is there something wrong with him? This madness is clearly sick.

Later, when he was tired of waiting, he turned lonely and went back to the house, blowing out all the lights.

Tomorrow should come, and he has not given up on his pillow. After the steamed pears were eaten, Xiaojian hid it, and three days had passed. Does the surnamed Du have nothing to report to him?

Even if not, the lotus flowers in the jar are all wilted, so won't give you a new bunch.

His dignified palace master, why is he so embarrassed to always go to Qianji Hall, why is he so lacking in winking as a eldest disciple? The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he turned over fiercely, punched the pillow, and smashed the soft mattress out of the hole.

Hmph, that night was splendid, and when the illness recovered, I must have slept soundly; I gave him sweet and sour, and the taste of pears in his mouth, but he didn't ask him how he felt in his heart; his thoughts were quiet and quiet, and he Pricked ears all night in vain; a heart staggered, staggered where, could it be that he fell unconscious in the middle of the road?

Rong Luoyun tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, his resentment was thicker than the fog, and the fire was brighter than the moon.

With a bang, the wind closed the small window, making him even more annoyed. Leaning forward and swiping a palm, he flicked the window open, and then lay down, there was no discomfort in his heart and lungs in his dantian. Could it be that his internal strength has recovered?

Rong Luoyun swept away the haze for a while, sat cross-legged and performed exercises, expelling restlessness with true qi.

When he was more exposed, he finally fell asleep in a relaxed state.

After two more days, Rong Luoyun never waited for Huo Linfeng to thank him. The magnolia was like a stone thrown into the sea, and there was no news again. He could have ordered the other party to come over, but he felt... so boring.

It was a bad day, gloomy, and misty, as if shrouded in mist and rain.

Rong Luoyun left Wumingju and wanted to go to Duan Huaike for a game of drinking. When passing Qianjitang, he kept his eyes open, but he couldn't help but slow down. He lost control a little bit, raised his eyes, and glanced at the bamboo building inside the wall from the corner of his eye.

The casement was half closed, and no one waved to him.

He closed his eyes and ran straight ahead.

Outside Zuishen Yazhu, not far from Miao Cangtai, you can even hear the shouts of the disciples practicing. There was a vague concern about him. He didn't enter the other garden, so he followed the sound in a daze.

After walking nearly a hundred steps, the field of vision suddenly widened, and the disciples on Miao Cangtai were lining up to practice their exercises.

There is a figure standing out in the shuttle ranks, with a jade crown and handsome face, more than eight feet tall and straight and unyielding, dark uniforms outline broad shoulders and strong waist, and the hem of the clothes is radiant with the wind.

Rong Luoyun looked at him from a distance, and he hadn't seen him for several days. It seemed that the man had recovered from the cold and his skills had recovered. Suddenly, someone called out "Second Palace Lord" first, and one after another, the whole group of disciples called him through clouds and cracks.

Huo Linfeng looked back and saw Rong Luoyun standing on the side of the long street with a sullen expression. He took action before thinking, took a step, and shouted at the disciples at the same time: "Five poses on the back! The right fist is coming out!"

The disciples obeyed the order and turned around in unison. He strode down the Miao Cang Terrace and stopped in front of Rong Luoyun. As soon as they stopped, the two hesitated, undecided about three points, and when their eyes met, the stagnant thoughts in the five were in a mess.

"Palace Master." Huo Linfeng was as gentle as Duan Huaike, "How are you doing these days?"

Rong Luoyun nodded lightly and said, "No one bothers, it's naturally good."

In these words, there is a needle hidden in the cotton, and Huo Linfeng is tied into a sieve. The sieve of the Yushu Linfeng took a half step: "The steamed pears were fresh that day, and the dried pears are finally dried today. I plan to send them to you after the practice." You apologize."

Rong Luoyun was so angry that night that he smashed the bed, and now after hearing the argument, he drew a needle, and only cotton was left. He asked, "Do you like the magnolia tree?"

Huo Linfeng is used to being offended: "It's okay."

Rong Luoyun raised his foot and kicked: "I like to hear the answer, or else you will be dismissed as a big disciple."

Huo Linfeng answered truthfully: "I like it." The finished disciple stopped in the five-style for a long time, but he neglected his duty to make the Palace Master happy, and suddenly his face became wet, and it finally rained on this cloudy day.

Rong Luoyun turned around and wanted to run, wanting to return to drunk Shen Yazhu to hide from the rain and play chess. Huo Linfeng tugged it tightly, like an eagle holding on to a rabbit without spitting out his mouth. He thought he didn't bother him. What Duan Huaike was he looking for when he met him? He has prepared sweet pear slices here, and he can play the rude chess!

When he boarded Miao Cangtai, he shouted at the crowd, "Look for a place to hide from the rain, but you are not allowed to enter the hall!"

The disciples scattered, crowded under the trees and under the eaves. Huo Linfeng pulled Rong Luoyun into the Shenbi Hall, occupying the entire hall by virtue of his identity, with a pack of oiled paper on the table and a small handful of dried pears when he opened it.

Rong Luoyun muttered: "I'm so stingy, how can I eat."

Huo Linfeng said, "If I give you two pounds at a time, why should I go ahead and harass me?"

This was sarcastic and pleasant to the ear, Rong Luoyun threw a piece into his mouth and said, "There are too many, the withered lotus needs to be replaced, the pigeons and magpies need to be fed, and the ginkgo tree needs to be watered." No need."

Huo Linfeng was overjoyed in his heart, looking at the ruddy face on the other side, he was full of confidence, and it was estimated that his internal strength had recovered a lot. He skipped the work of the maids and asked casually, "Is it necessary to wash the hair, or to check the pulse of the heart?"

The exploration of the Shanzhong Temple is still in his mind, his heart is about to pop out of his mouth, and his mouth is about to ponder some embarrassing words... Rong Luoyun turned around and said nothing, seemingly annoyed, annoyed, and walked from the table to the back of the temple door. , and slowly turn back.

He took Duan Huaike as an arrow and said, "Big brother can just check his hand veins."

Huo Linfeng walked over: "The Great Palace Master knows medicine, so naturally he is better than me." As he approached his body, it was like when he wiped the oil droplets on the side of his jaw.

At the same time, Rong Luoyun quietly straightened his chest again.

He propped up his hands, holding a pear slice in oil, which he forgot to swallow. The big hand moved down, covering his heart tightly, and caught his beating heart through the thin clothes in early summer.

Plop, plop, there seems to be an echo in the hall.

Across the door, the disciples could be heard frolicking.

Rong Luoyun was in a trance and murmured, "What do you mean by stumbling in your heart..."

In an instant, Huo Linfeng's eyes were full of mottled, pure white magnolias, light gray handkerchiefs, pink lotus green leaves hiding red carp. His heart was so chaotic, how could he be qualified to visit someone's house? With his big hand down, he touched Rong Luoyun's side waist and hooked it fiercely, hugged him, hugged him, raised his head and rubbed his chin against the other's forehead, lowered his head and rubbed his sideburns with his thin lips.

"Palace Master." He said hoarsely, "Listen to yourself."

Rong Luoyun was pressed against his solid chest, his eyes closed in panic, and the powerful and panicked heartbeat fell into his ears. Like the sound of the drums on the day of his competition, and like the sound of hooves when Huo Linfeng was looking for him, it covered the sound of the rain and the wind, disturbing the peace of the hall.

Outside the palace gate, there was a sudden cry.

The rain was getting heavier, and Du Zheng saw that his master had not returned, so he brought an oil-paper umbrella and a cape. He rushed into the hall: "Brother, be careful and suffer from the cold!" He fixed his eyes, the younger brother and Rong Luoyun were standing together, and the two blushed as they competed.

Huo Linfeng approached and gritted his teeth in a low voice: "I really know how to pick the time!" He pulled the cloak and turned it back, unfolded it and put it on Rong Luoyun. Rong Luoyun was extremely embarrassed, as if calling his elder brother to break something.

He didn't dare to guess what would have happened just now if Du Zheng hadn't come.

"I'll go first." He wanted to hide from the palace, but he stayed far away, "I'm going to the Chaomu Building." After saying that, he walked away, took a few steps, and added in a low voice, "My sister likes to eat hot pot on rainy days. , I'll just use a meal...I don't do anything else."

This sentence is not self-inflicted, and Huo Lin's style is useful.

The rain continued to fall, and the disciples returned to Qianji Hall after their training failed, taking the opportunity to spend the day. When it was dark, Huo Linfeng went to Wumingju for a turn, but Rong Luoyun had not returned.

After changing the lotus in the tank, feeding the magpies and pigeons, and picking up the leaves of the ginkgo, Rong Luoyun has not returned.

It's raining, so guess I'll stay overnight.

He went back to the bamboo garden to rest, and in the middle of the night, the wind and thunder were startled, and he was woken up again. Clothes went downstairs, looking for branches to reinforce the magnolia, and after tossing, the drowsiness disappeared. When the ugly time was about to pass, he left the bamboo garden with an umbrella and a lantern, walked out of the Qianji Hall, and walked slowly along the long street to the corner of Zimen.

Rong Luoyun once stood here waiting for him, and he also tasted the taste of waiting for someone to return home.

The wind is weak in the yin, the rain stops in the mao, and the sky is bright in the o'clock.

The people in the city gathered, the households, the merchants and the soldiers, the wives and men, the boatmen coming from the ferry... The voices of the people gradually boiled, containing five parts of anger and human resentment, mixed with four parts of compassion and unspeakable, and hidden in the deepest, blindly crying.

Surrounded by a tidal wave of crowds, there was a couple. In front of the couple was a straw mat and a white cloth, covering the little girl who suffered last night.Rape and murder to death is the same as the fifteen murders in Xiaoyang City, with three characters engraved on the head of the bed - Rong Luoyun.

It seemed that it was sunny at first, but panic broke out in Xiganling.

Huo Linfeng is still waiting... don't know that the world has changed outside the palace.

The author has something to say: Xiaorong Mood Diary 3: In early summer, the rain turns sunny.1. It is purely fabricated 2. After writing this line, this palace master handles it himself.