It was a dark night, and the bottom of Lengsang Mountain was dark, only the barracks were lit. The deputy lieutenant came to check, and the soldiers on duty played with 12 points of spirit, and no one noticed that the general was out.

For five full days, Huo Linfeng did not return to the General's Mansion, and he stayed in the barracks for food and lodging. At this moment, he was neatly dressed, wearing a black uniform and very low-key, walking to Yingkou, the lieutenant clasped his fists and greeted: "The general is going out?"

Huo Linfeng said "um": "Don't worry about me, just do your job well."

Everyone nodded: "Yes-"

Before he could finish speaking, the general had disappeared, and the lieutenant rushed out of the camp, but there was only night around, and he couldn't see anything else at all.

The dragon was invisible, and Huo Linfeng didn't know where to fly, so he just headed east. After seven or eight miles, the high wall of Bufan Palace was looming, and he stopped and changed his direction.

Climbing Lengsang Mountain, the mountain is dark, and the bushes and thorns are very entangled, and the hem of the clothes is drawn from time to time. Huo Linfeng ran out of patience, lifted it up and tucked it into his waist, speeding up the mountain.

When the climb is high enough, go around the back of the extraordinary palace, and you can see the nameless dwelling in the distance. He found an old tree and jumped up, cut off the branches and leaves that blocked his vision, and then silently and intently looked down at the other garden.

Unlike usual, tonight's Wuming Residence is brightly lit, and even the gravel in the courtyard can be seen.

In a few rooms, only the roof can be seen, and the eaves are already blind spots, not to mention other parts of the house.

General Huo had been training for a whole day, when he should have rested on the bed, but he took up the errand of a spy. He held his elbows, his eyes wandered in the visible range, and it became more and more difficult to feel at ease.

So bright, how does Rong Luoyun fall asleep?

I haven't been out of the extraordinary palace for five days, how are you feeling?

He was thinking about it secretly, when he saw a figure entering the garden, he could tell by the length that it was Diao Yuliang. That kid was holding a bowl and walking cautiously, could it be that he was holding a soup?

Huo Linfeng was puzzled and took off a piece of bark from his hand.

Diao Yuliang walked under the eaves and couldn't see it, and when he reappeared, he was holding something at the corner of his clothes, looking extremely dejected. A moment later, a blue-colored figure walked out, and it turned out that Lu Zhun was also there.

Huo Linfeng looked at a pair of sharp eyes, like an eagle, and imagined the situation of Rong Luoyun with the gesture of others. At this time, a third person appeared, tall and tall, Duan Huaike, who was in retreat. He shuddered in his heart, causing Duan Huaike to retreat out of seclusion, Rong Luoyun must be sick.

The three palace lords wandered in Wumingju, coming in and out, tossing until late at night.

At first, Diao Yuliang was frustrated and spread like a plague. Duan Huaike and Lu Zhun also shook their heads.

Huo Linfeng shook the tree with his iron palms, and when he saw the three of them walking out together, they left without leaving behind. What kind of world is this, those who wish to fly over can only peep secretly, but those who are upright and upright don't work.

Take care of a hundred-year-old tree, and make him tortured until its skin is ripped apart, and the birds in the nest can't help chirping and cursing.

Suddenly, the bright porch went dark, someone blew out the candle, and then it went dark again, and the gauze lamps in the porch went out one after another. Then there are the halls and bedrooms. The entire Wuming Residence seems to be empty and dark.

Huo Linfeng blinked and opened his eyes for a long time, only now did he feel sore in his eyes. After blinking and looking at the boundless darkness, the candles and bamboos in the Bufan Palace were moving, and he could no longer see anything.

He leaned against the tree and thought, has Rong Luoyun rested?

The night is cold as water, is the quilt covered tightly?

The tank and carp outside the house, the lanterns and kites inside the house, and the various objects connected to each other, were also destroyed this time?

Huo Linfeng threw himself to the ground, thinking about one thing after another, and slowly descended the mountain.

In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the horn was blown at Mao Shi, Huo Linfeng woke up. He dreamed of the scene of Tang Zhen and his wife being killed, cold sweat soaked the bedclothes, and he slowly recovered after a long while.

Just as he was about to change his clothes, a figure jumped in, it turned out to be Diao Yuliang.

"Fourth Palace Master?" Huo Linfeng said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Diao Yuliang's eyes were blue, obviously he had not slept all night. Sure enough, he didn't treat himself as an outsider, took off his shoes, went to bed, and said, "I'll borrow your tent to make up for sleep."

Huo Linfeng waited with a bunch of questions: "Don't sleep yet, how is your second brother?"

Diao Yuliang patted the couch hard, with a sad face: "Don't mention it! The second brother must have been murdered by the gangster!" He sat up and told in a prudent manner, "I heard from the servant in the Chaomu Building that the second brother was drunk six days ago and was sitting alone on the stairs. Around the corner, burying your face in the wine jar and trying to drown yourself!"

Huo Linfeng froze suddenly: "Really?"

Diao Yuliang said: "I didn't believe it at first, but after the second brother woke up, he jumped off the building, jumped off and ran into the river. They all said that the second brother was seeking death." He crossed his arms and hugged himself, a little scared, "Then My third brother and I went to pick him up on the day, and his feet were covered in blood, crying and laughing while soaking in the river, and he kept apologizing and said a lot of nonsense."

Huo Linfeng couldn't bear to listen, Rong Luoyun apologized, presumably to his parents. As for the reason for the apology, it can be guessed that it was because of their relationship. Recalling what he saw last night, he asked, "How many days?"

Diao Yuliang said, "It's been six days, and the second brother doesn't get water and rice." A bowl of soup and a glass of water were poured in while Rong Luoyun was asleep. To make matters worse, the wound on Rong Luoyun's foot became more infected, and the whole person burned badly, and his spirit became more and more depressed.

No wonder Duan Huaike was forced to leave, but the eldest, the third, and the fourth, together, couldn't take care of Rong Luoyun? Huo Linfeng looked at Diao Yuliang as if he were looking at trash.

Xiao'er was alert, and blushed when he noticed it, and said, "Second brother looks like a madman, he won't let us approach at all, let alone take medicine." He pulled off his clothes, revealing his blue-purple chest, "I even got a slap, second brother. The Lingyun Palm, I was the first to experience it!"

He lay down again. Last night, he kept a vigil outside Wumingju. He didn't close his eyes all night. At this moment, he yawned and his eyes were filled with tears. Seeing this, Huo Linfeng had to swallow the rest of the questions and get up to go to the school grounds to train troops.

Step by step outward, with firm footsteps, but very uneasy in my heart.

Rong Luoyun was stimulated like that, when will he recover? If you don’t recover for a day, you will be injured or sick, and you will not eat or drink?

Just now, Diao Yuliang said, "The vigil is still awake?"

Walking to the entrance of the tent, Huo Linfeng turned around and picked up the snoring child. He woke the other party up and asked, "Master of the Fourth Palace, there are people watching every night in Wumingju?"

Diao Yuliang nodded, mainly three palace masters taking turns to prevent Rong Luoyun from having an accident.

Huo Linfeng pondered: "Tonight you take care of the wind and let me take care of him." What's the point of climbing a tree and peeping from a distance, even if he can comfort one or two, Rong Luoyun's situation can't be consumed any longer.

Diao Yuliang asked, "Why do you do it secretly?"

Huo Linfeng said, "Right now, he doesn't like being approached... so he's quietly."

Diao Yuliang asked again: "We are all brothers who are not good enough, are you going to use it?"

If it was in the past, Huo Linfeng had a plan, but now he can only try his best. After discussing it, when the other party agreed, he left the tent and went to the school grounds.

Diao Yuliang turned over and covered the quilt, as if he was in a drum, and the person who stimulated his second brother into such a person would be put into Wuming Residence by him tonight. He didn't know that he had brought the wolf into the room, but he felt at ease and fell asleep.

When he slept until noon, he was woken up alive by the fragrance of the food.

At the table, Du Zheng came to deliver the meal, and just set the tableware and chopsticks. When Huo Linfeng came back, Diao Yuliang followed him to eat, wiped his mouth when he was full, and went back to Bufan Palace neatly.

Leave a sentence before leaving, see you at night.

Du Zheng was a master of affairs, and quickly asked, "Master, what are you going to do at night?"

Huo Linfeng didn't answer, and ordered, "Come back at dusk, bring a plate of vegetarian tea cake, a plate of lotus seed cake, and a plate of almond cake." He remembered that Rong Luoyun liked to eat these, "And milk, Stew a cup and keep it warm, bring it all."

Du Zheng hurriedly agreed, and instantly understood: "Master, do you want to see the Second Palace Master at night?"

Huo Linfeng nodded and couldn't help looking out. In the past, he complained that the sky was short, and the time to work was always not enough. It was only halfway through now, and he was already looking forward to the dark.

"Master." Du Zheng instructed, "Be careful, don't get stabbed again."

Huo Linfeng lowered his head and drank the soup: "No, he uses his palm instead."

At the same time, Diao Yuliang arrived at the Bufan Palace and went straight to Wumingju without going back to Hexin Xiaolou. Quietly in the courtyard, he crept into the house and walked to the door of the bedroom.

The room was even quieter, with the incense soothing burning all the time, the bed was three or four layers of quilt, and Rong Luoyun curled up in a ball and hid in it. Lu Zhun sat on the couch, dozing off, clutching the wet handkerchief in his hands.

Diao Yuliang cocked the tip of his nose and smelled a strong medicinal odor. Sure enough, there was a bowl of overturned juice on the ground. Just like last night, he lifted up the corners of his pockets and walked away with the tiles, wiped them clean, and then turned back to the bed to remove Lu Zhun's handkerchief, and wiped Rong Luoyun's sweat.

"Second brother?" He called softly.

Rong Luoyun was speechless, but Lu Zhun woke up. Diao Yuliang took advantage of the topic and scolded in a low voice, "It's like being beaten with blood during a robbery, caring for someone is like a dead pig, thanks to the second brother treating you so well."

Lu Zhun was exhausted: "I've been guarding since the second half of the night, and I can't even be sleepy!"

Just as privately wished, Diao Yuliang suggested: "Then I will stay for the night alone, and you must take good care of it before it gets dark."

Lu Zhun agreed, but didn't notice any tricks.

Rong Luoyun slept all afternoon, squinting his eyes and closing them again after a moment of panic. He was covered in sweat, but was so hot and cold that he couldn't even tell who was with him.

When dusk arrived, Diao Yuliang came to hand over on time.

He boiled medicine in the yard, only lighting a small lamp under the eaves.

When the setting sun was exhausted and the medicine was boiled, he also blew out the small lamp.

In the blink of an eye, a tall figure stood under the eaves, and Huo Linfeng appeared silently. Diao Yuliang handed over the soup and waited for the other party to enter the house, and sat alone under the eaves to take care of the wind.

Huo Linfeng entered the bedroom, lit a low candle, and stopped by the bed in the dim light.

The layered quilt would have a rash, and he opened it layer by layer, and his arms trembled slightly when he reached the last layer. saw Rong Luoyun shrinking, not eating or drinking for five or six days, and was already skinny and skinny. Those bare feet were even more disturbing, and the pus and blood smeared through the gauze.

He sat down at the end of the bed, put Rong Luoyun's feet on his legs, and cleaned his wounds first. It must have been very painful when wiping off the medicinal wine, although Rong Luoyun was not awake, his toes couldn't help curling up.

After wrapping up, Huo Linfeng brought hot water and wiped Rong Luoyun's sweaty body. He bent over to cover the other party, and lightly touched the other's forehead with the cloth towel, spreading to his neck little by little.

Suddenly, Rong Luoyun flicked, and his eyes slowly opened.

Huo Linfeng was tense for a moment, and when his eyes met, he threw everything away. He asked in a warm voice, "Did your sore throat wake you up?"

Rong Luoyun nodded hesitantly and looked at him in confusion, unable to tell whether he was dreaming or awake.

Huo Linfeng slowly peeled off Rong Luoyun's clothes, and while wiping his body, he coaxed: "There are freshly steamed snacks, but you can only eat them after drinking the medicine, you know?"

Rong Luoyun still nodded, this time the hesitation was halved, and he was much more obedient.

After wiping, Huo Linfeng fed the other party the medicine, then softened the pastry with milk and fed it spoon by spoon. In the middle of the night, the wound was bandaged, the body was scrubbed, and the decoction was taken.

He touched Rong Luoyun's forehead, the fever had not subsided, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Rong Luoyun seemed to only nod his head, but after nodding, he did not pull on the quilt, nor did he tug at his clothes, and grabbed his sleeves tremblingly. He leaned down, wrapped his back and supported his neck, hugged him, hugged him, kept him warm, and tried to coax him to sleep.

After a long time, Rong Luoyun asked hoarsely, "Is the painting ready?"

Huo Linfeng was startled: "Well, just hang it in our room."

Rong Luoyun's mind was chaotic, but he understood that it was a dream at the moment. "Alright..." he said laboriously, "replace me with a painting."

Huo Linfeng hugged tighter: "No, nothing can replace it."

And Rong Luoyun murmured: "In the future, just like you are now, come and see me in your dreams... just fine."

There is no side, no enmity, and no murder in the dream.

It's just the two of them, and it can be assumed that nothing has happened.

He closed his eyes: "I think it's... very clean."