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Chapter 42
With a puff, Rong Luoyun laughed when he heard the words, and scolded "so shameless".
Huo Linfeng not only did not fight back, but also nodded in cooperation. He looked at Rong Luoyun's eyes that turned from a smile, and his curved lips, and said, "From the moment you entered the camp, you finally smiled."
As soon as he said this, Rong Luoyun's smile immediately subsided, his brows and eyes were not bent, his lips were pursed, and he turned his attention to stroking the horse. Freshly brushed and wet, he scratched the horse's back with only his index finger.
Huo Linfeng stared at the reserved one-finger meditation, and the morning situation circled in his mind. The clothes are open, the shoulder injury has been bandaged again, and there is a jar of ointment that forgot to collect. Black ointment, bitter, containing a cool and analgesic paeonol.
He sat up to get dressed, and when he lowered his head, he saw a little dry ointment condensed in his abdomen. He was puzzled at the time, but now, seeing the man touching the horse, he vaguely guessed something.
Huo Linfeng tried frankly: "After the dressing change last night, did you touch me?"
Rong Luoyun was shocked, how was he discovered? He clearly moved very lightly, was it when he pressed his Adam's apple or when he was asking questions? After thinking for a while, he whitewashed: "I'll see if you have other wounds, so I just touched a few."
How many? Huo Linfeng burst into laughter, one place in his abdomen was enough to surprise him, there were actually several places. "Have you touched the scar on my lower abdomen?" The other party nodded, so he asked while guessing, "Have you touched the waist too?"
Rong Luoyun nodded and pulled the stirrup in embarrassment.
Huo Linfeng rolled his eyes and asked, "Why do you kiss me after touching your waist?"
Rong Luoyun was startled again: "Nonsense!" In a panic, the jingling bells poured out, "I only touched my waist, abdomen and chest, pressed my Adam's apple, and rubbed my stubble."
After speaking, realized that it was a long string, like a disciple. Turning his face to take a peek, Huo Lin looked at him calmly, his eyes flickering, and he suddenly understood the cliché.
"You don't have to sneak it in the future." Huo Linfeng said, "You can touch anywhere you want, as long as I have it on me."
These words are extremely ambiguous, the speaker is not ashamed, but the listener is misunderstood. Rong Luoyun thought silently, what you have, don't I have it? Not only that, but maybe even more majestic.
Each has an emotion, and it is the time to lead the horse.
The two turned back to the shooting range, the sky was clear, and a row of grass targets stood a hundred paces away. Huo Linfeng chose a curved bow, weighed it, and asked Rong Luoyun to stand still and try it first.
Rong Luoyun drew an arrow and a bow, closed one eye to aim at the bullseye, and shot an arrow neatly.
Huo Linfeng reported: "If you missed the bullseye, come again."
Rong Luoyun shot the second arrow, Huo Linfeng continued to report: "I missed it, come again." This repeated until the sixth arrow finally hit. If on the battlefield, the six arrows are enough to kill the enemy in front of him, Huo Linfeng whispered: "Where is the riding and shooting not very good, it is clearly too bad."
Rong Luoyun heard it clearly, the people in the rivers and lakes were aggressive, and the dignified palace master was good-natured, and he was also angry. Reaching out his hand and drawing another arrow, he stretched the bowstring to the limit, and suddenly the string snapped and the bow snapped.
The air suddenly condensed, and he was at a loss as he held the broken bow.
Huo Linfeng loves and hates, and laughs at the same time, and the image of Rong Luoyun only carrying a cylinder appears in his mind. "A good bow is difficult to make, and it is a prodigal thing." He scolded, "The bow destroyer in the army is responsible for the twelve. If you are a soldier, your ass will bloom."
Just now, he lost his face by shooting arrows, and Rong Luoyun was very sensitive at this moment: "Twelve sticks are not enough to relieve the itch." He just praised Haikou, but seeing Huo Linfeng approaching his side made him slightly nervous.
"What to do—"
Before the words landed, he was slapped on his butt.
Huo Linfeng replaced his staff with his calloused hands, and landed on the buttocks neither light nor heavy. Relying on no one, through the clothes, with a thick face. With this palm down, a dream that was grating last night was fulfilled.
"Is it enough to relieve the itch?" he asked.
Rong Luoyun gnashed his teeth: "I'm going to shoot you!"
Huo Linfeng sneered, turned around and left: "Wait, I'll find you a good bow before shooting."
After a while, Huo Linfeng left and returned, holding a beautiful horn bow. The body of the bow was shiny and moistened with years of polishing, and was wrapped in non-slip deerskin. Rong Luoyun took it, but his attention was attracted by the blood in the engraving.
He asked, "Is this your blood?"
Huo Linfeng said "um": "It can't be washed off, don't think it's dirty."
Rong Luoyun shook his head, grabbed the bow and mounted the horse, tightening the reins and galloping. From east to west, when passing the grass target, twist the waist sideways, pull out the arrow and pull the bow to fly. However, not to mention the bullseye, two arrows even missed the target.
In the battle of the rivers and lakes, he pays attention to close combat and rarely uses arrows. He is definitely making a fool of himself today.
"Applause!" Rong Luoyun looked depressed and seemed to have lost interest in continuing.
Seeing this, Huo Linfeng jumped on the horse's back, wrapped around the opponent and grabbed the bow and reins. The other party was about to dismount, and he asked, "Try the taste of a hundred success?"
Rong Luoyun couldn't help the temptation and sat down honestly. Huo Linfeng was behind him, with his right arm around him, and they galloped on the wide green space.
Rong Luoyun narrowed his eyes slightly, as his vision was full of golden sunlight, such a strong sunlight. When it was too late, it was too fast, turning the horse's head and galloping fast, his right hand was grasped.
The arrow tail feathers scratched the palm of his hand, and Huo Linfeng circled him to draw a bow and shoot arrows, his cheeks almost touching.
"Let's shoot together." With a swish, the arrow entered the bullseye in the blink of an eye.
The horse did not stop, and then another arrow was fired, dozens of arrows from east to west. General Huo didn't lie, he didn't brag. By the time of the last target, Rong Luoyun was already excited, but he could hear a groan behind him.
He hurriedly turned his face: "What's wrong?"
Huo Linfeng frowned: "The wound is open."
Rong Luoyun froze: "Then stop—"
Before he could finish speaking, Huo Linfeng lowered his head and kissed him. This face was in front of him, dyed red with thin sweat, revealing his concern and thoughtfulness, telling him how he could bear it. Thin lips lied to each other, at the same time pulling the last string, wrapping Rong Luoyun's hand to shoot the last arrow.
The arrow hit the bullseye, he pryed open the opponent's teeth, attacked the city and swept the ground.
Rong Luoyun screamed "woohoo", clutching the saddle and trembling, sweating from the back that was pressed against his chest. He thought in confusion that Du Zhong and Huo Linfeng were both murderous relatives.
For a long time, the deceitful lips and tongues became gentle, slowing down inch by inch until they stopped.
He slowly opened his eyes and met Huo Linfeng's eyes, as if he could see each other through the pupils. Huo Linfeng rubbed his chin against his cheek and asked, "Is it still not tied after shaved?"
Rong Luoyun turned his face back. Some oozing sour water, some oozing sweet syrup, and some tickling bitter concoction.
After being hypocritical for a moment, he was taken off the horse when he came back to his senses. He asked, "How is the wound?"
Huo Linfeng replied, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Rong Luoyun nodded, turned his eyes to look at the grass target, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you the most powerful in the Saibei Army?"
Huo Linfeng said truthfully: "Excellent, but it belongs to the elite cavalry of the Huo family, and does not make it into the top ten." Huo's family of elite cavalry specialized in resisting the Turkic elite cavalry, among which there are many sharp archers, and his most commonly used are sword.
Rong Luoyun was amazed in his heart that such a realm didn't even make it into the top ten. Now that think about it, Du Zhong's overall planning, planning, leadership, and the way he trains his disciples have long been traced.
It was noon, and the two walked side by side toward the school grounds, and heard the commotion inside from a distance.
Diao Yuliang was playing crazy, and it was not fun to compete with the soldiers, and he was stained with mud. Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun stopped under the tree, like a father looking at his son, Rong Luoyun shouted, "Fourth, it's time to go back to the palace for dinner."
Huo Linfeng asked, "When will you come next time?"
Before leaving this time, Rong Luoyun asked back, "Can't you win me over to join the army?" This was a joke, but seeing the other party agree with a smile, he was taken aback for a moment.
"But it's not you, it's him." Huo Linfeng pointed at Diao Yuliang, "Have you ever thought about why the Fourth Palace Master is so happy? Because he has never been so happy in the Bufan Palace."
Rong Luoyun looked at the child and listened to Huo Linfeng continue: "The Fourth Palace Master is still young, and his martial arts are even inferior to Ruan Ni Zulin. Most of the disciples only regard him as a child, or the younger brother of the Palace Master."
The soldiers here are much worse than the disciples in the palace. Diao Yuliang can beat everyone, which can give him a sense of satisfaction and self-confidence. Rong Luoyun had never thought about it before, and now he felt a little guilty.
Huo Linfeng said, "Actually, the true talents of the Fourth Palace Master have not been discovered." On the day he first entered the Bufan Palace, Diao Yuliang was really surprised when he dived and pushed the boat, "The Fourth Palace Master is very good at water, and he is no match for him on land. People, not necessarily underwater."
Rong Luoyun suddenly said, "What do you mean?"
Huo Linfeng nodded: "He is just a fish when he plays with water. If he uses water, he is a dragon." Looking at the child, he told the plan in his heart, "Jiangnan is different from Saibei. Deputy Commander."
Just as he was talking, Diao Yuliang ran over, sweating all over his body, and his braids were spread out.
After all, he was fourteen, and he still felt ashamed, and took off his clothes in front of so many people. "It's killing me!" He stuffed Rong Luoyun with his underwear and wanted to go flush with Hu Feng, "General Huo, are you and second brother okay?"
Huo Linfeng smiled and replied, "I said it doesn't count."
Diao Yuliang asked, "Then can I come again?"
Huo Linfeng said: "If you like, you can come anytime." When the other party ran away happily, he walked towards Yingkou with Rong Luoyun, "I will express my thoughts later, if the Fourth Palace Master is willing, will you stop it? "
Rong Luoyun said, "We will not be loyal to the imperial court."
People in Jianghu have never been close to the imperial court, Huo Linfeng understands. So he stood still and said very solemnly: "My father once said that if you fight for the king, you are a soldier; if you fight for your family and country, you are handsome; if you fight for the people, you are a brave general."
Rong Luoyun's heart trembled, remembering that night when he worshipped Buddha in an ancient temple, what he asked for was "a peaceful home for all people", and what Huo Linfeng asked for was "peace without war". Abandoning all his hidden emotions, he nodded in agreement.
Gradually walked to Yingkou, and when Diao Yuliang finished flushing the water, the two were ready to return to the palace.
Huo Linfeng ordered the soldiers to go to eat, and sent the other party out of the camp by himself. The younger one ran away first and kept waving at him. He stopped the older one and asked, "Is this going?"
Rong Luoyun looked up at him: "The food in the military camp is not delicious."
Huo Linfeng couldn't help laughing: "I'll take a rest in two days, can you have a delicious meal?"
Rong Luoyun thought for a while: "Take care of your injury." Then he walked away.
Being rejected, the little Marquis caressed his heart, and thought about it again, is it because he loves his body so much? He shouted at the back, "I'll buy another flower vase for you!"
Having said that, he strode back to the camp, and he was happy until he returned home at sunset.
At night, the General's House.
After taking a bath, Huo Linfeng reclined on the couch, fixed a book with pen and ink, and wrote "Shen Zhou" on the envelope. He had been incognito before and could not recognize each other, and had been assisted by Shen Wen, now it was time to take the initiative to greet him.
When he finished writing, he looked up and saw Du Zheng sitting in the corner holding seven or eight letters and reading them. He said strangely: "Butler Du, who wrote you a letter?"
Du Zheng said shyly, "We were in Bufan Palace these days, and plums were sent to the palace."
He tsk tsk: "Mei Zi is still waiting for you?"
Du Zheng said: "I don't reply to her, but she sends more diligently, writes longer, and loves more deeply..."
Huo Linfeng asked curiously, "Why is this?"
Du Zheng replied: "Young master is stupid, you can't play it!"
Hard to catch... Huo Linfeng bit his pen and thought to himself, it is rumored that Yue Lao tied a red thread between his lovers, then you come and go, loose and tight, indulge in ignorance in exchange for capture?
wonderful, wonderful...
"Fool," he asked shamelessly, "what should I do?"
Du Zheng said, "Leave him in the clouds for a month!"
How can you bear it?!Huo Linfeng silently weighed, twenty days?It's been too long, half a month, why don't you make up a whole number for ten days?On the fifth day, is it true that Huo Mu will not meet in two days?
Back and forth, and finally put the pen aside.
Huo Linfeng decided not to buy a tank yet.
The author has something to say: Huo Linfeng asked Xiaorong to shoot arrows on weekends, but Xiaorong couldn't. He shot the bull's eye in one breath.When I came back, I saw Xiaorong standing next to the target and taking a selfie, and he didn't match the words on the Moments, which made people misunderstand that he shot himself.Huo Linfeng commented: "Shoot all for you." There was a sentimental message, and it was ruthlessly exposed, Xiaorong had to reply: "Shoot together next time."
At school on Monday, the head teacher confiscated their mobile phones.