The eighteenth time is invalid, but Rong Luoyun is unable to re-copy it at this moment, so will say it tomorrow.

He returned to the bedroom holding the low candle, the small window was not closed, and the rainwater soaked in the small couch by the window. Ignoring the wet pillow on the couch and the wet blanket, he directly rescued the fan on the small table.

The fan surface has been blurred, and the two sides are fused, and the ginkgo tree and the magnolia flower complement each other under the candlelight. Wiping for a while had little effect, so he simply sat on the edge of the couch and shook the fan.

A little cold, put on the damp fleece blanket, and a little tired, leaning on the wet pillow. Rong Luoyun was like Concubine Rong Gui, who didn't sleep most of the night, lying sideways and not knowing whether it was hot or cold.

Shaking and shaking, he stared at the fan and became hysterical. In the early morning, was so mad that destroyed the affectionate objects one by one, but this was the only one left.

With a bang, the covered window was blown open, instantly pouring in pea-sized raindrops. Rong Luoyun jolted, closed the window, and stared at the pouring rain.

... Did Huo Linfeng bring an umbrella?

The cold is still a trivial matter, but the sword wound is soaked in rain, what should do if it is infected? What if lose arm?

Rong Luoyun clutched at the window lattice and dreamed, but after thinking about it, he denied it. Not stupid or stunned, should have brought it, or maybe have already left. At this time, a group of disciples came and happened to pass by the door of Wumingju.

His thin lips escaped the control of his brain, and he opened the window and shouted, "Wait!"

The disciples heard the sound and entered the courtyard, and followed the bright light to the corridor. When opened eyes, saw that the palace lord's fleece blanket fell off his shoulders, he was holding a fan, his face was lit by the warm yellow candlelight, and his posture was so elegant and unique...

Rong Luoyun asked, "Has Huo Linfeng gone?"

The disciple replied, "I haven't left, and I'm still dripping with water."

Rong Luoyun was stuck, still dripping, such a heavy rain must have soaked through it. His body was also out of control of his brain, and he went to the cabinet to get an umbrella. On second thought, wouldn't it be longer if you have an umbrella? A night of desolate winds from a sword injury is hard enough.

He put down the umbrella ruthlessly and ordered, "Go and inform the other palace masters and ask them to drive Huo Linfeng away."

The disciple was puzzled: "The other palace masters have already fallen asleep, how about you?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Then wake up and do whatever I do."

The disciple asked again, "Do you want to inform Duan Daxia?"

Rong Luoyun shook his head, he must not inform Duan Shenbi that Huo Linfeng couldn't beat Master, and it would be better to be drenched in a slap to death. After the instructions, a group of disciples went to do it, and immediately ran away without a shadow.

As soon as his body loosened, he lay limply on the couch, covering his face with a fan. Alas, sigh, guess won't be able to sleep tonight.

Outside the Bufan Palace, Huo Linfeng walked to the corner of the door, using a high wall and narrow eaves to shelter him from the wind and rain. It was cold and the wound was very painful, but he was sitting on the horse's back very tall and straight.

On the battlefield, life or death, whether it is just or broken, the strong soldiers disdain to deceive people with bitter tricks.

What's more, he has already promised that he will never lie to Rong Luoyun again in the future.

Huo Linfeng waited patiently, Rong Luoyun was stimulated when the truth was revealed, this morning's sword Rong Luoyun was enough to vent his anger, and he should listen to him after his feelings settled down. Even if the convicted person has to go to court, he will make a statement for himself, isn't it too much?

If the morning has not yet come, then he will come back tomorrow night. Tomorrow night has not yet come, then he will come the next night.

As he was thinking to himself, the tall door behind him slowly opened with a humming sound.

Come see him! Huo Linfeng was overjoyed, and jumped off the horse, his shoulders hurt, but he didn't care, and hurried to the door. The people inside were running out, and the two bumped into each other.

Taking a closer look, it was actually Duan Huaike.

"What's the matter with you?" General Huo became irritable, "What are you doing here!"

Duan Huaike shot back: "I should ask this question." The dream was in full swing, when he was shouted that the rain was dripping all the way, and it was all down to this fellow. He asked, "What does the little Marquis want to do, wandering outside the Bufan Palace in the middle of the night?"

Huo Linfeng asked back: "Dayong's subjects are standing in the world of Dayong, do you mind me?"

Duan Huaike ordered: "Let's be a little snarky, don't leave quickly!"

Huo Linfeng got on his horse, but did not leave, but said condescendingly, "This general suddenly remembered something. If the Grand Palace Master can answer, I will leave immediately."

Duan Huaike flicked his sleeves and read poetry and books without fear of answering.

On a rainy night, two men who were more than eight feet tall fought with their mouths, and it was difficult for them to decide the outcome for a long time. Finally, Huo Linfeng used his trump card: "You lost to me that day, why didn't you retreat for a year?"

Bring this up again! Duan Huaike became angry: "Come down, I want to fight with you again."

Huo Linfeng covered his shoulders: "Do you want to be shameless while others are in danger?"

The three words made Duan Huaike feel dizzy with anger, no wonder, no wonder Rong Luoyun is so rare, this is a group of things, odors, and embarrassment. He was too lazy to take care of it, so he might as well go back and ask for rain and thunder, and let God take care of it.

Duan Huaike went back to the mansion and quickly disappeared through the door.

Wiping his face, Huo Linfeng closed his cloak and continued to wait. According to the order, the eldest will be the second. Should Rong Luoyun come out? After about a cup of tea, Duan Huaike succeeded in begging for rain, and the rain became even bigger.

Cold all over, the wound tingling, and the right hand weakly loosens the reins. Huo Linfeng vaguely heard someone approaching, and his footsteps were quite brisk. Light and fast, could it be...

"Du Linfeng!"

Lu Zhun appeared and opened his mouth to shout "Eu Zhong", but suddenly remembered that it was "Huo Linfeng", so he renamed the family. He held an umbrella in one hand, a machete in the other, and there were embroidered prints of pillows on his cheeks.

Huo Linfeng raised his eyebrows contemptuously with a "it's really you" expression.

Hearing that the other party was making trouble, Lu Zhun opened the bed and came, cold and sleepy, unable to withstand the power of old and new hatred. He sleeps like a dog, and when he wakes up, he looks like a bandit: "I haven't settled the bill with you yet, you'll deliver it to your door first!"

Huo Linfeng asked, "What is the account?"

Lu Zhun replied: "Return my money!" Unlike gentleman Duan Huaike, he stretched out his hand and pulled the reins, holding a machete and gesturing at the opponent, "My four thousand taels, and the one thousand taels won in the competition, total five thousand taels! "

So righteous, Huo Linfeng asked again, "How did you get that money?"

Lu Zhun plausibly said, "That's my hard-earned money!"

"..." Huo Linfeng was at a loss for words. Leaning over to reach out, he grabbed the front of the money fan's clothes: "How do you count the softness of robbing me? How do you count the lives of the twenty guards?" After that, he threw Lu Zhun to the ground.

His butt was blooming, Lu Zhun fell into the puddle, and he lost his umbrella.

Huo Linfeng said with a slap in the face: "This general is justified in arresting you, detaining you for punishment, and confiscating all the gold and silver in the Golden Pavilion." Seeing that the other party was frightened, he gave him another sweet date, "But if you are sensible, Not only will I spare you, but it will not be a problem to reward you with a few thousand taels."

Lu Zhun got up and said, "I'm sensible, and I've been very sensible since I was a child. Then give a thousand taels to see..."

Huo Linfeng sneered and said, "When will your second brother be willing to take care of me, and come back to reward me, understand?" As for now, he couldn't wait to reach out his hand, "Give me the umbrella first."

Lu Zhun handed over the umbrella in confusion and walked back in a daze. Do you want to persuade the second brother to take care of Huo Linfeng? Huo Linfeng is no longer the eldest disciple, and he will never pass over him, so it should be fine?

Thinking about it while walking, Lu Zhun gradually drifted away.

Huo Linfeng was so cold that he got off his horse and paced back and forth, and when he was two hundred paces, another one came. He waited for a while, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a petite figure, it was Diao Yuliang.

The child sleeps a long time, and it is very painful to be shouted. It's not like Duan Huaike is angry, nor is Lu Zhun crazy, sticking his head out of the iron door: "What are you doing?"

Huo Linfeng smiled softly: "Why doesn't the Fourth Palace Master not curse people?"

Being sleepy to death, Diao Yuliang pouted. Among all the disciples, he likes to play with Du Zhong the most, but this is the result. "You sneaked into the Bufan Palace to check on us, I don't want to talk to you." He said, "Just leave, from now on, the well water won't make the river water."

Huo Linfeng asked, "Have I hurt you? Have I done anything wrong? Apart from picking your lotus flower, I didn't do anything?" You are enemies, why are you waiting here in the rainy night?"

Diao Yuliang hesitated: "Then what do you want to do?"

Huo Linfeng said, "Is your second brother sad? Call him out, and I will coax him."

Diao Yuliang replied: "Second brother was fined by the eldest brother for copying behind closed doors.

Punishment for copying... Duan Huaike is really not a thing. Huo Linfeng slandered secretly, then retreated and asked for the next best thing: "I will come these few nights. If you can't wait for your second brother, then come out and tell me about him."

Isn't that a messenger girl? Diao Yuliang snorted: "I have the conditions... I'm going to the military camp to see."

Huo Linfeng agreed and reached an agreement on this. When the other party returned, the sky was bright, and he rode directly back to the military camp for a surprise inspection. Arriving at the camp, the soldiers woke up in the morning and yawned, making him sleepy.

In the tent, Du Zheng arrived at an unknown time, with a food box, medicine box and a suit of clothes. After cleaning the wound again, and then changing clothes and eating, Huo Linfeng still practiced straightly.

Not long after, the barracks in the west shouted loudly.

The same goes for Bufan Palace in the east. The disciples practiced on time, but none of the palace masters showed up to supervise. Duan Huaike slept in Drunk Yazhu, Lu Zhun slept in Cangjin Pavilion, and Diao Yuliang didn't even have the strength to go back to the heart of the river by boat, so he ran to Wumingju to find Rong Luoyun to sleep.

Rong Luoyun patted the child on the back and asked, "Huo Linfeng is gone?"

Diao Yuliang hummed, and Rong Luoyun asked again, "How does he look, is he weak?"

Diao Yuliang closed his eyes and shook his head, shaking out a snoring sound. Rong Luoyun was slightly relieved, and was so sleepy that he had not slept all night, so he turned around and looked for Duke Zhou.

After the rain, the first clear, and then the clear, the temperature climbed inch by inch.

General Huo is really a fine cavalry. Busy at the barracks during the day, waiting for a rest when it gets dark, then go directly to the outside of the Bufan Palace to wait.

Riding in the rain the first night.

The second night was smart, with a water bag and hot cake.

On the third night, I took the lantern book and read the touching story of Butcher Zhang and Widow Li.

The patrolling disciples had already seen it, but Huo Linfeng came a little later, and he was still thinking about it. Neither informing nor expelling people, when think of being led by General Saibei, there is an unspeakable excitement.

On the evening of the fourth day, Zihao dipped in ink, and Rong Luoyun wrote the last stroke. After closing the door for many days, he finally finished copying it fifty times.

Rolling up the paper, he padlocked out of the nameless residence.

Go to drunk Shen Yazhu to find Duan Huaike, Rong Luoyun offers the secret formula to the other party. With a thick stack of paper, Duan Huaike patiently checked it one by one, word by word, to see if he had written scolding him again.

After the investigation is correct, Mingrong Luoyun recites it again. Rong Luoyun recited word for word, and finally was able to leave.

He was heading towards the palace gate. It was hot these days, and he wanted to go to Chaomu Lou to eat the brown sugar ice made by his mother-in-law. At sunset, the outer door opened and a ray of afterglow came in, and a fiery light hit the face.

Rong Luoyun walked out and couldn't help looking at the sunset in the west.

Just at this moment, Huo Linfeng came on his horse, his heroic appearance was against the sunset, and when he saw him, his cold brow suddenly smiled, and he galloped over in a hurry. "Ugh!" Huo Linfeng jumped off his horse and ran in front of him in one breath.

"Are you willing to come see me?" Huo Linfeng asked expectantly.

Rong Luoyun rolled his eyes: "I'm just going to the Chaomu Building."

Huo Linfeng's expression froze, and he didn't close his eyes for four days and three nights, thinking that he had finally waited. He took a step back, took another step back, turned abruptly after taking a few steps back, and got back on the horse again.

As soon as he pulled the reins, he whipped his whip away without leaving a single word.

Rong Luoyun raised his eyes to look at the back, he should give up now, but he felt his chest swell.

He walked slowly towards the long river, and before half of the journey the setting sun had set, and every household lit up the lights. Passing through the tea house, the mouth artist followed the situation and talked about General Huo cutting Mo Helu's head to deter the barbarians.

Rong Luoyun listened to the window for a while, and lost a piece of silver after listening.

He is so wrong, he ignores the living General Huo and spends money to listen to others.

Continue to walk towards the river, and when you reach the Chaomu Building, it is already dark. Rong Luoyun felt strange, this scene is lively, why is the door closed? He knocked hard and shouted, "Mother-in-law?"

The door opened, and the old lady greeted him: "It's good that the son is here!"

Rong Luoyun entered the building and saw that the girls were eating fruit and drinking tea, but there was not a single guest. "Sister?" His eyes found Rong Duanyu, "... Is business so difficult to do?"

The old lady said angrily: "Oh! That General Huo suddenly came and scare the guests away!" He raised his hand and pointed, "Threatened to close the building for inspection, but he stayed on the fourth floor upstairs, so hard to provoke... "

Rong Luoyun's heart was numb, and the man left on horseback, but he came to Chaomu Lou?

Before he could settle his mind, he was pushed upstairs by a group of girls. Climbing one step after another is like the 400 steps below the top of the mountain, making people sweat.

Finally outside the room, he hesitantly pushed the door and entered.

Rong Luoyun walked slowly into the small hall, only to see Huo Linfeng lying asleep beside the table. The room was silent, and there was only the other person's steady breathing.

He stopped by the table and looked down at the face, his eyes were blue, his thin lips were pursed, and there was a strong tiredness between his brows. On the chin, there is a layer of light blue stubble, don't know if it will tie the hands.

Suddenly, Huo Linfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

Like being caught, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Huo Linfeng reached out and grabbed it, pulling Rong Luoyun with great strength, onto his lap, and pressed it into his arms. Ignoring the pain of the wound, he wrapped his arms around each other tightly.

"Don't go." He buried his head on the side of his neck and sighed, "...Xiao Rong."

Rong Luoyun's mind went white... but his face was red.