It was clear, blue and cloudless, as if it had been washed with water, and the wolf cub rolled on the gravel comfortably.

Rong Luoyun stood at the door of Wumingju, standing all the time, light-colored shirt with black hair, and a pair of compassionate eyebrows, like a peaceful little Buddha.

He looked at the open space in front of him, there were dense bamboos beside it, and there was a long street deep, but he couldn't see a trace of it. What happened, he thought, Huo Linfeng came over and hurriedly said goodbye to him?

It shouldn't be, the weather is so good, it shouldn't be.

Rong Luoyun blinked, is he still not awake, everything is still in a dream? When he opened it again, a green figure appeared in front of him, and Lu Zhunzheng trotted closer.

"Second brother!" Seeing him, Lu Zhun waved his hand, "Second brother, have you heard?"

Rong Luoyun thumped in his heart and shook his head, he hadn't heard of it, he didn't know anything. Later, he has to take the wolf cub to the military camp, and he doesn't want to know anything about it.

Lu Zhun had already run in front of him, neatly dressed, with a pair of scimitars pinned to his waist, apparently returning from a trip. He said, "Second brother, I went for a walk outside the city in the early morning, there are a lot of soldiers."

"As soon as I entered the city, the people blocked the street, but they were actually sending Huo Linfeng off!" He saw that Rong Luoyun was silent, so he raised his voice, "I heard that the edict came yesterday, Huo Linfeng is going back to Saibei to fight!"

Rong Luoyun nodded blankly, he couldn't even deceive himself. He finally moved, turned around and entered the door, stepping on the gravel to turn back down the corridor.

Lu Zhun felt something was wrong, and followed, looked around, and circled around Rong Luoyun. He glanced at Rong Luoyun's hand, which seemed to be holding a small object, and asked, "Second brother, what good thing are you holding?"

Hearing this, Rong Luoyun raised his palm, and the eagle-bone flute lay quietly, a layer of sweat glowing all over his body. Mingming also taught him to play tunes that night, long and short, so many requests.

"I'll teach you to blow it, and when I don't come back, you blow it and call me."

Thinking about it at this moment, he suddenly taught him to play the flute, and his words were ambiguous. Could it be that Huo Linfeng had expected it at the time?

Rong Luoyun staggered a step, walked towards the house, and put the eagle bone flute into his arms properly. "Third, help me prepare the horse." He drew a gauze and tied a ponytail at will, "I want to go out."

Lu Zhun asked curiously, "Second brother, where are you going?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Hanzhou City."

Mentioning Hanzhou inevitably recalls old events, killing Chen Mian and Chen Xiao is really dangerous. Lu Zhun was a little worried, he turned back one step at a time, and couldn't help saying: "There is no Du Zhong to accompany you anymore, second brother, be careful in everything."

In a word, Rong Luoyun scolded: "Huo Zhong has already left me, and he still mentions Du Zhong!"

The tone of voice was extremely high, the blue veins were slightly bulging, and there was a hint of madness in the mood. Lu Zhun was horrified, lest Rong Luoyun's madness would flare up, he closed his mouth and prepared for the horse.

There was no one else in the house, and the wolf cub smuggled in and jumped out of the window to the couch. Rong Luoyun looked at the little beast, his heart was sour, he had not yet had time to tell him the name he had given.

Aww, the wolf cub sniffed at the fan on the couch and didn't like the fragrance of Hengwu.

Rong Luoyun's eyes moved slightly, fans, kites, lanterns, this scene overlapped with the old days, making people's tastes turn into a puddle of bitter water, can't spit out, can only swallow it.

"Second brother!" Lu Zhun called, "I brought the horse here!"

Rong Luoyun shook slightly, shook off his sadness, and put on a cold and innocent look.

He left the palace on his horse and galloped along the shortcut of the jungle, the ponytail behind his head brushed the fallen leaves and flying flowers.

After traveling three hundred miles in a row, he arrived at Hanzhou City at noon, and the sound of "woo" stopped outside the city.

Officers and soldiers were set up on both sides of the city gate to guard, and gradually into the city, the main street was bustling and noisy, and the scene of devastation during the disaster was completely turned upside down. Rong Luoyun didn't want to look at it, dismounted from the horse and led the reins, and went straight to the mansion where Zhizhou lived.

Climbing up the steps, he respectfully said, "Brother, the official dispatcher, my surname is Rong, and I come from Xiganling. I have something to ask to see Lord Shen."

After waiting for the notification, Rong Luoyun was a little thirsty, and went downstairs to get the water bag hanging on the horse's back. Dragging his neck to pour water, he originally lowered his eyes, but Tongren'er turned to the right.

At this time, the housekeeper came out: "I neglected the son, please come in quickly."

Rong Luoyun narrowed his gaze, as if nothing had happened, he followed the other party into the gate of the prefectural government. It is difficult to imitate the style of the general's mansion, but it is very quiet, and the pavilions and pavilions are also very elegant.

Entering a courtyard, there is a tea pavilion hidden in the pine forest, in addition to the fragrance of tea, it is also filled with the fragrance of food. Shen Zhou stood outside the pavilion, wearing official uniforms, and it was estimated that he had just returned to the mansion soon.

As soon as he saw it, Rong Luoyun was the first to speak out: "Sir Shen, come here recklessly and disturb you."

Shen Zhou said with a smile: "What are you talking about, I'm very deserted here, and I wish someone would come and sit down." He made a "please" gesture, "I think the young master hasn't eaten yet, how about using some together?"

Rong Luoyun was more respectful than obeying his orders, he entered the tea pavilion and took a seat. He lowered his head and wiped his hands, raised his eyes slightly, and saw a much more reserved smile on Shen Zhou's face.

"Sir Shen, do you have something on your mind?" he asked.

Shen Zhou said: "Why do I have something on my mind, the son came here, it should be because you have something on your mind that you want me to answer." The reason why he looked slightly gloomy was because of empathy.

The words were self-evident, being exposed and being ripped apart, Rong Luoyun didn't know whether to be grateful and considerate, or feel ashamed. He grabbed the hot towel and said, "General Huo has returned to Saibei, does your lord know?"

Shen Zhou pondered for a moment: "I don't know, but it is expected."

Rong Luoyun asked, "Why did you say this?

After a long while of talking, Shen Zhou pointed to the food on the table to threaten. After Rong Luoyun had eaten a few mouthfuls, he replied, "I don't know, it's because the post soldiers are faster than my spies, and the rush of 800 miles is not comparable to everyone."

As expected, the Duke of Dingbei originally only urged the army to pay, but after the attack, he even degraded himself several times, asking the emperor to allow Huo Linfeng to return to Saibei to take command.

In this case, Saibei's reply must have mentioned it, and Huo Linfeng should have known.

Rong Luoyun stared at the rice in the bowl and grinned, but his brows were always tightly furrowed. This kind of wry smile is really a gaffe, but he can't hold back, like, hate, helpless, all of which make people out of control.

"Sir Shen," he sifted out a little reason, "what do you think about this matter?"

Shen Zhou said: "The army's pay is delayed, the loss of soldiers has already been caused, and the Hou Ye was indeed injured, so the emperor dared to let the tiger return to the mountain." He used the word "dare", "Huomen is strong, and he can command thousands of troops, Now that there are casualties, and the war is not over yet, even if we win the battle, it will be debilitating.”

If the troops are insufficient, the emperor's fear will be lessened.

In that case, Rong Luoyun asked, "After the victory, will Huo Linfeng come back?"

Shen Zhou thought for a while, then shook his head: "No." He had no intention of comforting, but only said his true thoughts, "Even if he is transferred from Saibei, he must stay in Chang'an."

Rong Luoyun said anxiously, "Why?"

Shen Zhou replied: "The Marquis of Dingbei is strong and needs the Prime Minister to check and balance. Once the troops are lost, it will become the Marquis of Dingbei to check and balance the Prime Minister."

He lowered his voice, as if a brother and a younger brother were talking secretly: "The emperor is old and ill, and he has to make plans for the prince. The prime minister is the prince's right arm, and only the left arm is necessary. Sooner or later, the Huo family will come to be the right arm. "

For a long time, what the emperor pursued was a balance, not which side he really trusted.

Rong Luoyun was a little stunned, and unconsciously lost his sense: "Brother Shen, so Huo Linfeng won't come back?"

The word "Big Brother Shen" called Shen Zhou's tongue bridge. He once felt that those eyes were familiar, but now staring at it, his incomprehensible thoughts suddenly became a mess.

After a long time, he forced himself to recover: "It's too early to talk about these, no matter what the situation is, there is a premise."

Rong Luoyun asked, "...what?"

Shen Zhou replied, "Alive."

This time, he is going to take command and pacify the chaos, the sword has no eyes, and the thousands of troops are fighting for their lives. This battle is not over, and no one can judge the outcome.

Alive...how did you forget to "live"?

Or is it consciously determined to be alive?

Rong Luoyun couldn't understand, and was stunned, breaking a pair of bamboo chopsticks with two fingers. Seeing this, Shen Zhou called the maid to get a new pair, and took a piece of dried incense and put it in Rong Luoyun's bowl.

"Try this slice of meat," he said.

Rong Luoyun suddenly came back to his senses. He was ignorant when he was a child. His sister held him to eat, and Shen Zhou made meat slices with dried incense and coaxed him to eat it. He raised his eyes, looked straight at the other party's old trick, raised the bowl, and took the incense stick.

Shen Zhou's eyes flickered, his lips opened and closed but he didn't say a word.

Rong Luoyun didn't say a word either, he ate the rice in a big mouth, and there was not a grain of rice left. He wiped his mouth: "Thank you, Lord Shen for answering the question, and I will leave." He got up and walked out of the tea pavilion neatly.

Shen Zhou hurriedly followed and opened his mouth to keep one or two, but was deterred by Rong Luoyun's eyes.

"Sir Shen doesn't need to see each other." Rong Luoyun leaned in and bowed in a low voice, "There are spies outside the residence, so be careful when you come and go."

Shen Zhou paused and nodded hesitantly.

Rong Luoyun left the prefectural mansion, there were few people on the street, and they all took advantage of the bright sun to sleep at noon at home. He led his horse to wander around, from the east of the city to the west of the city, and from the west to the north of the city, and it was dusk when he arrived at the south of the city.

As soon as he got out of the city, he mounted the horse and still walked the mountain road, slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting his little butt.

After spending such a long time, it fell into the night, and when the forest was dark, he jumped up a big tree. Find a comfortable posture, nest well, and lock your breath.

The wind blows the leaves, and don't know where the north wind is blowing.

Deeper exposure, will you stop and rest?

During that moment of rest, did you miss him in your heart?

Rong Luoyun closed his eyes and meditated, and after an hour, he moved his ears imperceptibly. It was dark all over, trying to distinguish but distracted, he pulled out a handkerchief and tied it around his eyes.

Tie the knot, move your ears again, and fly out in one breath.

The horse screamed in surprise, and the sound of fierce fighting sounded in the forest. He twisted out a palm, the other party avoided, and the nearby tree trunk was split by a palm.

After a hundred strokes, the entangled figures separated and confronted each other.

Rong Luoyun picked up an autumn leaf with his hands behind his back, before throwing it out, a small needle flew towards him. He tilted his head in a hurry, the needle was only an inch away from his eyes, and he really avoided it.

He was the flying needle that pierced Chen Mian's left eye...

It was immediately clear that this was a spy sent by Chen Ruoyin.

Huo Linfeng mentioned earlier that Chen Ruoyin may have discovered the relationship between Bufan Palace and the third prince. Right now, it is estimated that the relationship between Bufan Palace and the General's Mansion, as well as his relationship with Huo Linfeng, should be investigated.

Rong Luoyun leaned forward to make a move, with a feeling of anguish and sorrow that could not be vented, the wind and rain seemed to be mad. The opponent was unable to match his strength and wanted to flee, but he hurriedly caught up with Bafangyou.

Can't beat, can't run, and be bullied by lunatics in the dark forest.

Rong Luoyun is simply a stalking little devil, serious moves are not counted, he also pulls his clothes, slaps his hands, and finally slaps him fiercely. He raised his foot and stepped on it, his Aya shoes clenched his heart, and bent over to smash his mouth full of white teeth with a punch.

The other party screamed and screamed, trembling under his feet.

"Do you want to go back to your life?" he asked awkwardly.

"Bishop of Ben Gong, please report to the Prime Minister that the General's Mansion and Bufan Palace are indeed colluding, and the relationship is extremely close. As for Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun..."

Leaning even lower, Rong Luoyun said word by word, "He, yes, me, Xiang, Gong."

The other party was frightened, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Bang, Rong Luoyun put a palm on his forehead, blood splashed, and his hands were full of heat.Just as the north wind came suddenly, he whispered, "Listen, my husband is here."

The author has something to say: Cannon fodder: perverted

Xiaorong: On the first day of Linfeng's departure, he scolded, beat, and murdered people, but he didn't care about him.