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Chapter 51
Shen Bidian has always been quiet, but the movement at this moment broke through the sky.
There was no one outside the hall, and I don't know who was attracted by the screams and attached to the hall to listen. One invites two, and two invites a pair, and it didn't take long for the disciples to stand.
People crowded, pressed against doors and windows.
About the time to eat a cake, Diao Yuliang passed by holding a small umbrella and hurried over when he saw it. He dug into a spot to spy, and as soon as he stood still, he heard a long and mournful sound.
"Second brother?" he exclaimed, "Second brother! What's wrong with you!"
No one answered, he scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and occasionally looked back at Lu Zhun.
Lu Zhun was extremely eye-catching, actually wearing a big red shirt with a golden thread. Ben went to Jie Dao facing the dawn, but it rained halfway, so he had no choice but to return without success, looking up to see Diao Yuliang waving at him.
As a result, the master of the third house, the master of the fourth house, and a group of disciples all crowded under the eaves. Everyone listened attentively to the movement, screams of pain, wailing, and sometimes begging for mercy.
The rain changed from time to time, and the shouts in the hall fluctuated.
In an instant, the sky raceway was filled with thunder, and after the buzzing, the room became silent. Everyone was silent, as if they heard the sentence "Let's go", so they all stared at the gate of the hall, with their necks bowed, like a group of hungry chickens waiting to feed the rice.
After a while, the door opened a crack and slowly expanded.
Rong Luoyun stood there, his wide sleeves waving slightly, his hair was messy, and there was a bruise on his forehead. Lu Zhun and Diao Yuliang hurried over to help him, and asked him how he felt terrified.
"It's okay." He said, "send me back to Wuming Residence."
During the two battles, Rong Luoyun could only move, and he moved a little and breathed for a while. It took a lot of time to get out of the eaves, and at such a speed, I am afraid that it will not arrive until the end of the month.
Lu Zhun was in a panic, he bowed and lifted Rong Luoyun on his back, while Diao Yuliang held an umbrella beside him. The two walked across Miao Cangtai and walked quickly after the long street. Rong Luoyun leaned on the young man's shoulder, lowered his eyes and sighed in a low voice.
Lu Zhun asked, "Second brother, are you crying?"
Rong Luoyun shook his head: "Second brother is moved."
Diao Yuliang asked, "Why are you moved?"
Rong Luoyun said, "Brothers are like siblings, honestly don't deceive me." He happened to pass by Drunk Yazhu, closed the door, and Duan Huaike retreated inside. Lu Zhun stopped abruptly and said angrily, "This big brother is quiet."
The rain was fine, and the child's voice was loud and clear. Diao Yuliang shouted, "Duan Huaike! The Second Palace Master was beaten to death by your father!" After roaring, he even kicked the door.
Rong Luoyun couldn't help laughing, but when he smiled, he felt pain in his heart, so he had to bite his lips to endure it. After passing through the Qianji Hall, he glanced at the bamboo building, and the stoic smile disappeared completely.
He was startled, and suddenly understood why Huo Linfeng was like that.
He suddenly hugged him, showing that he was worried about gain and loss.
He was stunned, and found that the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and it turned out to be Wumingju. Rong Luoyun was put on the bed and lay down softly. Lu Zhun and Diao Yuliang were very tired, so they separated to be next to him.
The three looked at the curtain side by side, sighing one after another.
Diao Yuliang was worried, he slept long enough, why didn't he grow taller? Lu Zhun was upset. He was dressed in red and had great luck, but he turned back in disappointment.
Not to mention, Rong Luoyun is still trapped by love.
He couldn't understand why Huo Linfeng pretended that nothing happened?
He had tasted what it was like to be deceived, and it was obviously harder to bear than the pain.
whether……
The other party is giving him a chance, waiting for him to admit it?
Rong Luoyun struggled to sit up, no matter if it was or not, he should show his attitude. "The third child, help me change my clothes." He ordered, "The fourth child, help me prepare the car."
After a while, the rain quietly stopped.
Rong Luoyun was sickly driving the pony carriage and walked out the door.
In the General's Mansion, the sound of flipping books lost the company of the sound of rain, and he seemed a little lonely. Huo Linfeng leaned on the bedside to read the book "The Mirror of Sin", and he has not moved or uttered a word since he returned to the house.
Du Zheng didn't dare to ask, so he had to send a plate of snacks and a bowl of milk later.
The master didn't eat or drink, so he was so anxious as a housekeeper that he was about to send a Rong Luoyun. He suddenly realized, took the feather duster and pretended to clean, and asked boldly, "Master, have you seen Rong Luoyun?"
The hand that turned the book paused, and Huo Linfeng blinked, without a half-word response.
Du Zhengnahan, he got up early in the morning and was still in high spirits, but when he came back, he was half dead. Could it be that he was angry? He walked to the bedside and said bitterly, "Young master, it's okay to be wronged for a while, and we must not repeat the same mistakes in the future."
Huo Linfeng raised his eyes and seemed to hear the details.
Du Zheng hesitantly said: "You can't bear the ruthless move next to him, can you do it for a few days?"
Isn't that play-by-play again? Huo Linfeng said annoyed, "Go out."
After blasting people away, he had already lost his mind to read, so he simply stayed together. Lie down dry, play with the yarn tent, and smash the tassel hanging on it until it comes off the thread.
At this time, someone knocked on the door, and Huo Linfeng lost his temper: "Go away!"
The guard outside the door was stunned: "General... Rong Luoyun is asking to see you outside the mansion."
Huo Linfeng sat up suddenly: "What are you reporting? Let people in!" After the guards left, he put away the book and lay down again.
Fearing not being chic enough, slackening his clothes, fearing not being meaningless enough, closing his eyes lightly, and worrying about not being indifferent enough, shaking his calves.
A person who is usually tall and straight as a pine is forced to become this virtue by love.
Huo Linfengqing waited, the cool wind blew through his chest, his eyelids were fighting, his calf was cramping... But Rong Luoyun hadn't come yet. Could it be that he didn't take the initiative to greet him and left in anger?
After waiting for a while, he couldn't help walking to the window to look around, there were only busy servants in the courtyard. With a snap of his fingers, he called Du Zheng, and he asked, "Where are the people, why aren't they here yet?"
The words were passed down layer by layer, and then they came back. Du Zheng reported: "It seems that there is an injury, and I just dawdled into the small garden."
It was fine to meet in the morning, how could there be any injury? Huo Linfeng left the house and left the garden, strode out, and found the small garden in one breath. Stop first, then focus, and breathe for a while.
Under the begonia tree, Rong Luoyun was dressed in red with some petals.
Seeing him, he was timid in his slow steps, hiding his panic.
Huo Linfeng stepped closer, but he threw aside his dashing style, and only stopped when he got close to the other side. "Dress like you're going to get married." A mouth, let alone indifference, "Will you marry me?"
Rong Luoyun was so embarrassed that he wanted to hit a tree, and said, "The third one speaks of red auspiciousness."
Huo Linfeng then asked: "The General's House touched your bad head, why do you want to seek good luck?" These words were sharp and mean, and they covered up the grievances behind them with their teeth and claws.
However, just stabbing this sentence, the front of the sentence changed abruptly: "How can you get hurt?"
Rong Luoyun replied, "When you practice the exercises, your mind will be distracted, and Master will teach you a lesson."
Huo Linfeng asked a lot of questions: "What do you think about when you're distracted?" Thinking about how to lie to him next time, or do you want to capture the dragon formation and the flowing clouds and water formations? He muttered silently, while Rong Luoyun whispered, "...I miss you."
It just happened that the wind came and the flowers fell, and it was a scene that destroyed reason.
Huo Linfeng leaned over and stretched out his hand, hugged Rong Luoyun horizontally, and returned to the main garden all the way. The maid stared, the servant was tongue-tied, and the gardener who was watering wet his cloth shoes.
Fortunately, Rong Luoyun wore red, so he couldn't see the dizzy face. Entering the bedroom, he was placed lightly on the bed, and when he saw the other person get up, he grabbed him tightly. "Don't go." He raised his face and looked at Huo Linfeng, "I, I hurt all over."
Huo Linfeng asked, "Wipe some medicinal wine?"
Rong Luoyun nodded hurriedly, tugged at the knot of the rope, tugged at the tie, and took off his robe obediently. After taking off only his underwear, he saw the other party sitting on the edge of the couch, looking very relaxed.
"I'm fine," he said.
Huo Linfeng said "um" and called a servant.
Only then did Rong Luoyun understand that in the morning he could not bear it, and now he is holding his breath. He had a guilty conscience, and he was here to seek peace, so he said to the servant, "Don't bother, I'll be fine by myself."
When the servant left, there were only the two of them in the room. He glanced earnestly at the edge of the couch, then rubbed the medicine silently, poured the cold medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, lifted the corner of his clothes and put it on his lower abdomen first.
I don't know when, the unfastened gauze came loose.
Huo Linfeng was sitting upright, like a grandfather who was in the hall to solve a case, his eyes drifting to the prisoner.
Behind the hazy gauze, the erring thing hangs its head, lifting the clothes with one hand and rubbing the belly with the other. After rubbing his belly, he poured some medicinal wine, reached into the front and stroked his shoulders.
After wiping the front, Rong Luoyun rolled up his trouser legs and began to wipe the scars on his legs. His knees collided blue, and he rubbed it hard, curling his toes in pain.
With his hands moving, his head couldn't help but lean over and quietly aimed at the small couch.
Huo Linfeng closed his eyes suddenly, almost being smashed, causing his heart to pound. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked over, the man had already wiped his legs.
He was wringing, and his clothes were half-fading and rubbing his waist.
He thought he was staring coldly, but he didn't know his eyes were on fire. Taking a deep breath, the medicinal smell fills the nose, like a strong incense.
Rong Luoyun didn't realize it, he rubbed the medicine with his backhand, and soon he was exhausted. He couldn't help but wonder, what should he do after wiping? Won't you let him go? No, wouldn't that be a waste of time...
He lifted the veil, grabbed the bottle, and got out of bed.
Step by step, he walked to the edge of the couch, stood cautiously, and plucked up the courage to hand over the medicine bottle. "I can't reach from my back, so please help me." Rong Luoyun said, begging for help with a thin face.
Huo Linfeng caught it: "Turn over."
Rong Luoyun turned around at the command, and suddenly his lower back became hot, and Huo Linfeng's palm reached into his clothes. The palm was wet and warm, it climbed up along the waist, and gradually rubbed to the back of the heart.
Like a lynx being brushed, he stretched his body and dared not move.
Spreading to the scapula, Huo Linfeng touched the dense scars, which were swollen one after another. Duan's surname is really cruel enough, just distracted, and even taught people to be like this.
He asked, "How did you fight?"
Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to speak, Rong Luoyun hurriedly replied: "The rattan is drawn!"
Huo Linfeng frowned, as if it was funny. Pour some more medicinal wine to warm it up, and carefully rub the large traces. He pulled out his hand: "Okay." After saying that, Rong Luoyun didn't move, so he repeated, "It's done."
After a while of silence, Rong Luoyun whispered, "There's more."
Then he slowly took off his trousers, revealing two small round buttocks.
The newly replaced small table was almost smashed by Huo Linfeng again. When he was in front of him, he had to stare naked, and when people pleaded with him, he had to rub a little while tired.
The palm of his hand was drenched with medicinal wine, and he covered the ball with one hand, rubbing it three or two times until it was wet and glowing. After all, he is an experienced man, how can he not see the tricks in front of him, this is shamelessly seducing him!
Huo Linfeng looked at his nose and nose and his heart, creating twelve points of concentration.
The action was perfunctory, rubbed twice, then stopped, and looked away to look at the fruit plate on the table. Unexpectedly, he kept his palms still, Rong Luoyun gently tiptoed and rubbed the tip of his butt against his palm!
For a moment, for a moment, he couldn't calm down when he saw the peaches on the plate.
Huo Linfeng stretched out his hand and hooked him, directly dragging him into his arms.
He has to settle accounts carefully. First, he cheated people without changing his face, and made up serious things. That's all, he pretended not to be spoiled. What is it that he came here on his own initiative, his pitiful appearance and his aggrieved virtue, obviously he came to confess his fault when he learned that he had been exposed.
Wearing a red dress, take it off when you go to bed.
Rub yourself a medicine, hum hum.
In the end, he didn't say a word when he confessed that he was wrong, but he shook his butt in a side-by-side way! Huo Linfeng counted the piles and pieces, tightened them, and held firm. That Duan's hands-on lesson, he came to verbally teach this wave of things.
Suddenly, Rong Luoyun said timidly, "I'm sorry."
...Thousands of words were held in his throat, Huo Lin risked his breath, chewed and swallowed the words, and he almost blocked seeing the Buddha again.
One thing surrenders another, he has been winning for twenty-three years, whether it is time to surrender.
Rong Luoyun said again: "I'm sorry..."
General Huo choked with hatred: "—It doesn't matter."