"Linfeng."

Quietly, Huo Linfeng heard such a sound, it was Rong Luoyun's voice, he lifted the quilt and sat up, his two eyebrows frowned in disbelief, like a sudden surging wave.

He put on his boots, but sat on the couch and dared not move.

This place is outside the customs, how could Rong Luoyun come, he must have heard it wrong.

"...Linfeng."

Huo Linfeng stood up suddenly, he heard right! It was his name that was called, and it was also Rong Luoyun's clear and clear voice. He didn't hold the lamp in the tent. He walked out in black, and when he got out of the tent, he saw the stars in the sky.

He followed the sound and continued to go out step by step. When he was about to reach the gate of the barracks, there were open fires on both sides of the camp gate. Under the light of the fire, one person accompanied a horse, and the jacket and ponytail were both facing east.

Huo Linfeng stood still: "Rong Luoyun..."

Rong Luoyun's white gauze robe changed color, with a warm yellow tone, like a thin early sun, bearing the cold wind howling in the long night in Saibei. Originally holding the colt, he let go and waved uncomfortably.

The hand was very red, Huo Linfeng saw it at a glance, hurried over, and almost stumbled. In front of Rong Luoyun, he was even more stunned, hesitating like his teeth were beating his tongue.

I can't speak the stupid words in the past, my mind is blank, and it is even more difficult to speak sweetly.

Rong Luoyun was also speechless, raised his hand, and let the savage soldier hold him.

Huo Linfeng grasped it and wrapped it in his hand, the palm of his hand was severely frozen. He lowered his head and opened Rong Luoyun's cold hand, the palm was reddened by the reins, and the tiger's mouth was even worse.

He asked, "Am I dreaming?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Then let me stab you, give it a try?"

Huo Linfeng took half a step, so close, he dragged Rong Luoyun's hand to his chest. "Stab here." He wrapped his arms around Rong Luoyun's thin shoulders, being extremely careful, for fear of breaking this person who looked like a mirror.

He repeated: "Prick here, pierce to see clearly."

Rong Luoyun leaned on Huo Linfeng's shoulder: "What's inside?"

What else could it be, this one has been by the side of his parents and brothers, serving the people for the family, not slack in life and death. Only one heart is left to control, and Huo Linfeng said, "It's all you."

The big hand holding his shoulders slid down to his back, and across the robe, Huo Linfeng felt Rong Luoyun trembling, and his palm covered the butterfly bone, like comforting a pair of butterfly wings that fluttered in panic.

A gust of wind came, Rong Luoyun grabbed Huo Linfeng's jacket, pressed it against his forehead, and drilled hard, as if he wanted to drill in to see if it was true or not.

"Then you left me," he said, his clear voice hoarse.

Huo Linfeng felt ashamed: "I can't do anything about it." He sniffed Rong Luoyun's heart, and the tip of his nose rubbed the strands of blue silk, and it felt cool again. This road is thousands of miles away, chasing the wind, and I am afraid that my flesh and bones will be blown through.

He felt distressed, bowed slightly, and hugged Rong Luoyun horizontally.

Turning around and stepping into the barracks, the night is vast, the desert is also vast, but his arms are warm. Rong Luoyun wrapped around his neck, as if he was not ashamed, but buried his face in the crevice of his neck, and seemed to be ashamed.

"How can you be a general when someone sees you?" Rong Luoyun whispered.

Huo Linfeng said: "Generals must not violate the military regulations. The military regulations say that you must not bring female relatives to stay in the camp, you must not call singers and dancers, and you must not act like prostitutes. Which of my violations?"

Rong Luoyun raised his head: "That soldier's family misses their husband, so can't they come and see?"

Huo Linfeng said: "Fu Dao people, how dangerous it is to travel all the way, naturally stay at home and wait. Besides..." He paused a little, deliberately, tilted his head to meet Rong Luoyun's eyes, "Women are shy, do you think they are all like you? , think of a man and want to run into the desert."

Rong Luoyun froze, unable to refute it, so he had to bury his head again. The surnamed Huo is proud when he has the upper hand, but he is too proud when he is proud. He squeezes his legs tightly with his big hands, supports the fingertips of the hook on his back, and stabs his ticklish ribs.

"Tickle." He resisted.

Huo Linfeng's good and bad heart: "I can't stand the wind and frost all the way, but I can't stand this itch?"

Stepping into the tent, the cold wind was shielded from the outside, and even the sound of the wind was faint, and the only thing that was close to the ear was the warm breath. Walking to the front of the couch, Huo Linfeng put Rong Luoyun down steadily, and pulled the messy quilt to cover him.

It was pitch black, Rong Luoyun groped with his hands, touched Huo Linfeng's face, went down and hooked Huo Linfeng's shoulders. He pulled back hard, got close, and found his embrace again.

Huo Linfeng called Rong Luoyun's clingy gesture to the side, rejoicing, ironing, and full of greed. He also wanted to hear sweet heart-warming words, and asked, "The journey is so long, why on earth are you here?"

Rong Luoyun murmured, "I miss you." The journey was indeed far away, and he was powerless to say anything, "I'll miss you when you leave. I pretend that I don't think about it, and the more I pretend to think about it, the more serious it is."

Huo Linfeng's heart rose slightly, he took off his boots on the couch, and hugged Rong Luoyun firmly. Rong Luoyun leaned against him and entangled him, the thick darkness of the room could not hide the madness that fell when his clothes were rubbed.

"I miss you so much." Rong Luoyun rubbed Huo Linfeng's cheek lightly, "The rivers and lakes are so big that I can't find anyone more handsome than you, and I can't find anyone more heroic than you. I can't let you go."

The corners of Huo Linfeng's mouth heated up, and it was Rong Luoyun who kissed him, so lightly, and then another heat on his lips, Rong Luoyun held on to him, and never parted again, eagerly grinding his thin lips together.

He hugged the other person hard, strangled the waist, and turned the kiss into his control. However, Rong Luoyun went crazy and was stunned. His cold flesh caused a heat wave, and he stuck out the tip of his tongue.

Huo Linfeng was not injured, even if there was, he would still show his prestige on this unknown thing. Rong Luoyun made a sound of "uh", his undulating chest bumped into Huo Linfeng's, each and every time, it made him feel hot.

"Let's not be separated again." Rong Luoyun said, aggrieved, softer than crying, "I don't care about anything, I don't want revenge."

Huo Linfeng was stunned: "Xiao Rong, what did you say?"

Rong Luoyun said, "I don't want revenge anymore, I won't seek revenge from your father!"

Huo Linfeng couldn't believe it: "Really?!"

But before he could answer, Rong Luoyun kissed him again, pulled his clothes, loosened his waistband, and pestered him hungrily. "I miss you so much." Rong Luoyun still said this, but he raised his voice and pushed him onto the couch, "I miss you!"

Huo Linfeng opened his clothes and said, "Don't mess with me like this." It had been a long time, he was afraid that he would lose control and lose his sense, but Rong Luoyun didn't listen.

What's more, Huo Linfeng couldn't help but froze, feeling the softness of Rong Luoyun's two flaps on his crotch. "The little widow is not as crazy as you!" he spat, and suddenly, Rong Luoyun reached out.

"Xiao Rong..."

"Little Rong!"

Huo Linfeng was sweating profusely, sat up, and there was a dim candlelight in front of him. He kicked off the quilt, the tent was quiet, turned his face to look around, only Du Zheng was watching the night in his chair.

Du Zheng was awakened by that voice, and asked in confusion, "Master, what's the matter?"

Huo Linfeng said in panic, "I dreamed of Rong Luoyun."

Du Zheng closed his eyes: "Then why don't you dream for a while, wake up and do..."

Yes, why can't a good dream be a long dream, and why is it always easy to wake up from a good dream? Huo Linfeng lay down again, turned inwards, and put his palms against the position beside him.

He was really falling in love, how could Rong Luoyun come here.

Close your eyes, wake up after a long night, I'm afraid it will be in vain to fall asleep again.

The cold wind blew all night, and it was bright in the morning, not like a morning mist in the south of the Yangtze River. At the boundary of Yancuogang, by the stream in the forest, a moon-white figure squatted there drinking water.

Some people around, smoke from cooking in twos and threes, and five or six peasant women came to wash rice by the stream. Approaching, I don't know who saw it first, and exclaimed: "There is blood in the river!"

Looking around, a woman shouted, "Young Master! What's the matter with you!"

Rong Luoyun lowered his head and dipped the water, ignoring the answer. The peasant women came to look at him, and the rice was no longer plucked, and they chirped, "It's a nosebleed, stop it for a while!"

"Hmm!" Rong Luoyun's shoulders were grabbed, and he lost his balance and sat on the ground. Immediately afterwards, a small handkerchief plugged his nose, and a warm palm wiped the water droplets from his face.

"My God, he looks so handsome."

Rong Luoyun was stunned for a moment, stood up, and took a few steps back in embarrassment. In vain, he has no fear in the world, and the sword rains, and now he is at a loss in front of several peasant women.

Seeing that his moon-white robe was stained with dust and his hair was slightly scattered, a woman asked, "Young Master, are you on your way? Where did you come from and where are you going?"

Rong Luoyun replied, "I'm from Jiangnan, and I'm going to Saibei."

He asked, "sister-in-law, how far is it from here to Saibei?"

The woman said, "Saibei is very wide. There are still 800 li to the city, and 1,000 li to the desert."

Now that the war is going on, Huo Linfeng is in command to pacify the chaos. He should be in the military camp. Rong Luoyun thinks about it, he still has a thousand miles to travel. Suddenly, there was a grunt in his stomach, which he couldn't hide.

The crowd laughed, and one of the peasant women said, "They call me Sister-in-law Tian, ​​Young Master, go to my house and rest."

The dry food had already been eaten, and Rong Luoyun didn't refuse.

When the stranger arrived, the little girl was so ashamed, she turned around and ran into the house. Sister-in-law Tian said happily, "Little Young Master, are you married yet?"

Rong Luoyun said indifferently: "I'm married..." For some reason, he actually said such a nonsense and looked around, "Sister-in-law, are you and your daughter alone at home?"

Sister-in-law Tian said: "Her father hunts in the forest on weekdays and goes to the city to sell leather for money in the morning. Her brother joined the army outside the customs and hasn't returned home for more than two years."

Yancuogang is thousands of miles away from Saibei, how can it go so far? Rong Luoyun asked questions, and Mrs. Tian smiled and said, "My son is an ambitious, a soldier, wine bag and rice bag elsewhere. He disdains to be in the company of him, and vows to join General Huo's command."

Rong Luoyun asked, "Which General Huo?"

Sister-in-law Tian said, "Second son of Dingbei Hou, my son said that he admires General Huo's way of marching."

It was a surprise and a surprise to hear that person's bit from someone else's mouth. Rong Luoyun couldn't help laughing. He picked up the bowl to eat, and went into the house to rest. That smile never faded away.

He hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, and the inn was afraid that something was wrong. After grooming, he slept with a pillow on the kang, snoring very lightly.

When he woke up, it was dark, there was a large bowl of water hanging by the kang, and washed clothes were hanging in the courtyard. Rong Luoyun took the kang lightly, dressed and prepared to leave quietly.

Next to the bag, the water bladder was full, and there was a packet of fragrant cakes. With gratitude in his heart, he packed them up one by one, and put down a silver tael before leaving.

After another thousand miles, he will reach the Saibei Desert.

At that time, can you see Huo Linfeng?

In the middle of the night two days later, in the Saibei military camp, several candles were burning in the general's tent. It was five watch, Huo Linfeng leaned on the couch, bent one leg, and weighed the roster just delivered in his hand.

It is said to be a roster, but it is actually a book of life and death. It records the big and small battles since the Blue Lake was hit, as well as the names of every dead soldier. The dead, the wounded, those who fled and those who were missing were recorded.

Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes to take a closer look, and there was no word of joy in it. Naturally, the more he looked at it, the more he felt, the more rustling, the noise annoyed him. He glanced up and asked angrily, "Why don't you go back?"

Du Zheng stayed for three days, and at this time was brushing his armor: "Young master is working hard, I want to serve you for a few more days."

Huo Linfeng said in annoyance, "Nonsense, who do you see fighting with a servant?" Looking back, he was even more unhappy when he saw the roster, "Go back to the house tomorrow morning and report my mother's safety."

Du Zheng muttered: "The groom has already gone back to report."

Pat, Huo Linfeng closed the book and said, "I'll go to Blue Lake tomorrow, you can stay here." He got off the couch and walked around to the table, but he yelled at the other person to serve him, "Come and study. ink!"

Du Zheng worked hard without any complaints. Seeing Huo Linfeng's brows furrowed, he said, "Young master, although the casualties are serious, you must rest your heart." After that, he saw Huo Linfeng spread out a list of Lingjin's books. This regulation was presented to the imperial court.

Huo Linfeng dipped his pen in ink. Since the Kipchah dog thieves raided, the battle has been going on for a long time, and the situation has not been revealed to the emperor. He wrote down a line of vigorous small letters, saying: "Soldiers should not be treated badly, and all casualties should be well compensated."

Verbal consolation is innumerable, which means that the silver taels of the pension are to be distributed. Du Zheng didn't understand that much, he only knew that the matter of the Longevity Palace was over due to the issue of military salaries. Is the silver tael sufficient now?

The book is already full, the military situation is real, the people of Li are suffering, and the weight is almost smeared through the back of the paper. Huo Linfeng added another sentence, saying: "The money is not enough, just ask the court to ask for it, so as not to spend it on big festivals."

In the blink of an eye, the morning light penetrated into the tent, the horn for getting up in the morning sounded, and the whole army and soldiers went out to the tent for morning exercises. Huo Linfeng handed the book to Du Zheng, ordered him to return to the city, and quickly sent his guards to Chang'an.

The two masters and servants walked out of the camp. Huo Linfeng wanted to see the wounded soldiers, then went to the school grounds to walk around. When he looked up, he saw several carriages parked at the camp entrance. When looked in the past, saw a familiar face, a well-known wealthy household in Saibei City.

It was because it was getting colder in autumn, the merchants in the city discussed and bought winter clothes for the soldiers together. After Huo Linfeng heard it, he was moved and moved. He said clearly, "So many soldiers are not a small sum."

The other party said: "The merchants are willing to pay more, the cloth workshop, the family, the hunter, each family has the money to contribute, and they have the strength to contribute." General, please don't dislike it."

Huo Linfeng said ashamedly, "I haven't wiped out the enemy soldiers yet, but I have taken things from the people."

After all the winter clothes were taken off, the merchant boarded the car and returned to the city, Huo Linfeng personally took a few steps. The convoy gradually drove away. He was about to turn around and go back to the camp, but when he caught a glimpse, he saw a person coming from afar.

Closer, closer, why is that thin and unrestrained figure so familiar.

Du Zheng also saw it and said in shock, "Young master, that person... looks like the second palace lord..."

Huo Linfeng said firmly: "Hu Man... I dream, but you can't dream." After saying this, he couldn't help but take two steps, pinching his left hand with his right hand, and suddenly it hurt a lot.

The man was getting closer, and Du Zheng shouted, "It's absolutely true! It's really the Lord of the Second Palace!"

Under the blue sky, in the light golden sand, Rong Luoyun fluttered in a moon-white gauze robe. The horse's hoof left a string of marks in the Liaoning desert, whipping the reins, and neighing piercing the morning breeze.

"—Wow!"

Rong Luoyun stopped, dozens of steps away from Yingkou, and looked at the people there from a distance. Running for thousands of miles, covered with wind and frost, and seeing each other alive at this moment.

Huo Linfeng looked up, motionless.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and their little reunion is long overdue, and it suddenly feels like a dream.